Guarding Bella

Chapter 8: In Loco Parentis

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine; I didn't write the Twilight books, Stephenie Meyer did.

WARNING: This story contains a very possessive, dominate Edward, and disciplinary spanking so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Story Recommendation: Naughty Bella by Owl and Crow

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BPOV

Alice huffed indignantly and slid off of the car. "Well I guess I'm just glad that you're safe." she said as she wrapped her tiny arms around me.

"Of course I'm safe Alice_" I began, but before I could finish, I felt the whooshing of wind and my soon to be father-in-law appeared on the front stoop. He was brandishing a pink slip of paper and looked very disappointed.

"I would like to have a word with you Isabella." oh crap.

"Um ok Carlisle." I picked up my backpack; giving one last fleeting glance over at Alice. She looked worried again, and as I passed by her, on my way over to the front door, I could have sworn that she whispered "Good luck Bella". Why did I need luck? It was just Carlisle; I mean sure he was upset, that much was obvious, but he wouldn't do anything about it. Or would he?

I stepped onto the front porch; stopping right in front of Carlisle. "Let's take this discussion into my study Isabella." He said evenly, making a polite 'after you' hand movement; indicating that I should enter the house.

"Ok" I nodded my head nervously and stepped into the house; making my way to Carlisle's office with Carlisle mere steps behind me.

We stepped inside of his office, and he shut the door behind us. The sun had set outside, and twilight bathed the room in a violet and periwinkle glow. I heard the click of a light switch, as Carlisle flipped on the bright lights. Why do I feel like a convict in an interrogation room?

"Please take a seat Isabella." he instructed.

I walked the length of the room and seated myself in one of the two chairs that were placed in front of Carlisle's desk. I had been in Carlisle's study on a few previous occasions; mostly so that he could stitch up my frequent cuts or mend my incessantly sprained appendages. His office was a fascinating place filled with ancient artifacts and precious heirlooms. I would have been excited to be sitting in here if it were under any other circumstances.

Carlisle seated himself in his desk chair; placing the pink slip of paper on the dark, wooden desktop. At first, I had guessed that the paper was an official detention notification from the school, but then, as I looked closer, I realized that it was simply a pink notepad paper that someone had jotted a message on. I sighed a little; phew at least I wasn't suspended or anything for ditching.

"Your father called," Carlisle began; his voice was cool as always, however this time, as he spoke, there was an edge of chagrin, tucked ever so tactfully, in his every word. "He received a phone call from your school and wanted to know why you weren't there today. I would also like to hear this explanation, as I have it on good authority, that you arrived at school safe and sound."

I felt myself cower before Carlisle. I felt so guilty; so sorry that I had disappointed him. And so sorry that I had to lie to him now. But, if Carlisle found out about me going to see Jake then I'd be in mondo trouble with Edward! Alice on the other hand, wouldn't dare squeal on me; not if she wanted to keep her precious Porsche. But Carlisle had nothing to gain from silence. Nevertheless, disappointing Carlisle was almost worse than disappointing Edward. Well, because, I knew that Edward would always love me and forgive me, no matter how much trouble I got myself into. Carlisle, on the other hand, was the unknown.

"What? Nooo…Carlisle, I was at school today. The office must have made a mistake; they do that you know." Carlisle arched a stern eyebrow, and though he remained silent, I could have sworn that he was saying 'don't you dare lie to me.' "I swear Carlisle, I was at school; honest."

"Isssabelllla" he said sternly; his composed façade breaking for a split-second. Crap he knows! "If there is one thing that I will not tolerate it is lying." I recoiled; my momentary bravery extinguished. Edward is right I really am a terrible liar. "Isabella, we consider you to be a member of this family; we love you and care very much about your wellbeing. And, as I am sure Edward has mentioned before, our family has rules. And there are consequences when those rules are broken." Crap! I choked back the vile that was now seeking refuge in my throat.

I stared at my well-worn Converse and thought back to that night, not so long ago, when Edward had told me that his father had spanked him for all of that Italy business. I had been shocked to say the least. No one spanked their kids in this day and age, especially if their kids were, technically, over one-hundred years old! But then again, the Cullen's did have very old-fashioned ideals.

"Isabella, I would appreciate it if you did me the courtesy of looking at me when I am speaking to you." I blushed and looked up at him; his golden eyes were orbs of disappointment. I felt another twinge of guilt run down my body. Carlisle continued, "Due to the fact that you are staying in our home, you must abide by the rules of the house. And as you are remaining here for the weekend, it is my place to act in loco parentis until you are returned to your Father's care." I twiddled my thumbs anxiously. "Do you know what in loco parentis means Isabella?"

I shook my head. "It's Latin right?"

"Yes, it translates to 'in the place of a parent'; which means, that it is my responsibility to act as your pseudo father for the time being. And as such, it is my duty to discipline you for your in orderly conduct." I grimaced; he's not going to do what you think he's going to do; he's not going to do what you think he's going to do. "Now then young lady, I am more than well aware about your escapades to La Push. Mind you, I personally, have no qualms with you visiting Jacob Black; however I find it highly unethical to lie and to play hooky from school."

"But Edward and everyone else do it all the time!" I bit my lip. I hadn't meant to say that out loud.

"If my children lie, they are disciplined accordingly, but that is beside the point Isabella. We are discussing your unexcused absence from school. Furthermore, my other children have graduated from high school a thousand times over, therefore, missing a day of school here and there, with Esme's and my permission of course, is perfectly acceptable. You, on the other hand, have yet to meet these prerequisites, thus there must be consequences for your actions." His voice was annoyingly calm. And I hated myself for agreeing with his reasoning. Carlisle must have noted my consent, because the next thing I knew he was seated on the black leather sofa that was placed adjacent to his desk. "Come here Isabella."

"But Carlisle!"

"Now young lady." I felt my ears go bright red, as a flood of heat swept over my face. 'Young lady'? Grown-ups only call you that when they mean business. But really, that terminology is simply a degrading phrase meant to weaken the targeted party!

I got out of my chair and turned to face Carlisle; leaving a good six feet between us. I was still miffed about the 'young lady' remark. Carlisle patted his lap expectantly, and I must have made a defiant face because the next thing that came out of my soon to be father-in-law's mouth was, "Don't make me come over there and collect you Isabella; you'll only make matters worse for yourself..." With that freighting notion implanted in my skull, I resolutely shuffled forward to stand before him.

"There's a good girl," Carlisle commended; like I was a goddamned dog or something! I bit my lip at that one though; now was not the time to argue over trivial items. "Now Isabella, before we commence, I want to make sure that you understand why you are receiving this punishment," he took my hands, reassuringly, in his. He really was a good man, erm vampire thingy; and I again felt bad for putting him through this. "You are being disciplined for playing hooky from school and for lying about doing so. I am not mad about what you have done; I am simply deeply disappointed about the poor decisions that you have made." I grimaced, uncomfortably; idly wondering if my face could get any redder. "Do you agree that these were poor decisions?" I nodded; my eyes downcast. He sighed "Well then, let's get this over and done with; shall we? Bend over."

I hesitated momentarily; was now a good time to run? But before I could consider that thought a moment further, Carlisle scooped me up, and draped me over his knee, before he quickly tugged my jeans and panties down around my knees. If I thought that I couldn't get any redder than before, I was sadly mistaken! Dr. Carlisle Cullen, father of the love of my life, as well as the father of my best friend, was baring my bottom for an old fashioned spanking!

A shiver ran down my spine, as his cool hand grasped the small of my back; I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable. This isn't happening, this isn't happening! I chanted repeatedly; trying desperately to keep face in front of Carlisle. SMACK! Carlisle's cold hand landed squarely on my bare flesh. OOOWWW; I was caught off guard by the swiftness of his movements and the frigid temperature of his hand against my comparably warm skin. He continued to swat my bottom; catering to each blushing cheek in turn. I bit my lip; refusing to cry-out, but as Carlisle's pace quickened, I found myself letting out involuntary gasps and whimpers.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Oww Carlisle please! I'm so sorry I won't do it again!"

"I should say not young lady, however, if you were to behave in that way again, I would be forced to administer my strap to your naughty behind." Renewed tears of shame ran down my blushing face. I was overwrought with guilt and remorse, and I wanted nothing more than to curl up in a corner and die. Just the idea of Carlisle punishing me in future was enough to send me into a hysterical blubbering binge.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

"Oh OWWW please Carlisle! AH I'm soo sooo sorry!"

SMACK SMACK SMACK

My bottom was on fire; each stinging swat left my skin pulsating with tingling ripples of pain. Each blistering blow radiated heat; uncomfortably warm heat. When would the spanking end? Soon I hoped; I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.

SMACK SMACK SMACK

Carlisle's well practiced hand made quick work of my cheeks; turning them from pale white to blazing scarlet. Once he had finished with them, he moved lower down my backside; smacking my tender sit-spots and upper thighs. I was definitely gonna be sore for a while after this spanking. Note to self: never lie or misbehave around Carlisle!

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