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CONTENT WARNING - Spanking in this chapter!


Chapter 2

"I'm going to kill him!" Jasper growled as they ran through the woods as fast as their vampire speed would take them. They had lost Edward a little over an hour ago and the two older Cullens were starting to panic. Not only did they have absolutely no idea where their younger brother had disappeared to, but they were expected home in fifteen minutes. "I swear to god I'm going to kill him."

"Not if Carlisle kills us first," Emmett muttered as he followed Jasper as they searched for their missing brother. They both knew Carlisle was going to freak out when he found out they had lost track of Edward. It had taken the three brothers hours to get permission to go on the hunt alone in the first place. Carlisle and Esme rarely allowed them to hunt on their own anymore. Too many close calls in the past, with both werewolves and other vampires.

"We should have called him an hour ago, when we first lost track of him." Jasper muttered more to himself than to Emmett. Emmett nodded his agreement anyways, even though he knew his brother was paying no attention to him.

"So now what?" Emmett asked already knowing and preparing himself for the inevitable.

"Now," Jasper sighed rubbing his hand across his forehead. "Now we call Dad."

"Damn it..." Emmett sighed pulling his phone from his pocket and reluctantly dialing Carlisle's number.

"Emmett? What's wrong son?" Carlisle answered worriedly. Emmett could easily here Esme on the other end of the phone as she moved closer to her husband.

"Edward ran off,"

"What? What happened?" Carlisle demanded.

"He ran ahead of us like he always does, and then he just took off and disappeared," Emmett explained. Emmett could hear his mother's worried gasp and his fathers concerned yet annoyed sigh over the phone.

"How long has he been missing? Can you follow any traces of his scent?" Carlisle asked hurriedly.

"We followed his trail for a while but we lost it," Jasper offered knowing his parents could hear him clearly despite his distance from the phone. Emmett turned to glare at his brother for the comment causing Jasper to answer with nothing more than a shrug.

"A while? How long has your brother been missing?" Carlisle asked sternly.

"About an hour," Emmett answered reluctantly.

"Your brother ran off and you waited an hour to call us?" Esme's voice rang out over the phone causing Emmett and Jasper to both silently wince.

"We tried to track him for a while but we couldn't keep his scent," Emmett offered as an explanation.

"Listen I want you boys to make your way back to where you first lost your brother. I'll track your scents and meet you there," Carlisle said firmly.

"Yes sir," both Cullen boys answered back. The call ended as Emmett and Jasper shared a knowing look before turning and following their own scents back the way they had come.


Carlisle arrived at the small clearing in the woods moments after Jasper and Emmett and was met with the sheepish and nervous gazes from both of his sons. Carlisle's face was stern as he approached his sons. "Which way did your brother go?" Carlisle questioned standing before the boys.

"North East," Jasper answered. "We tracked him for about a quarter mile but then we couldn't keep track of his scent anymore." Carlisle nodded in understanding.

"I want you two to go back to the house." Carlisle's voice was firm and left no room for argument. "Let your mother know that Edward and I will be home soon. It shouldn't take long for me to find him."

"Yes sir," Emmett and Jasper chorused sharing a concerned look.

"Go now," Carlisle sighed softly. "Your mother is waiting for you." Jasper and Emmett spared one last glance to their father before they turned and disappeared from the clearing in the direction Carlisle had come from. Carlisle took a deep breath to calm his nerves before setting off in the direction of his youngest son's scent.

The farther Carlisle traveled the easier it was for him to see how Emmett and Jasper had lost track of their younger brother. With the majority of their family having been turned by Carlisle their scents were all extremely similar. With the frequency that they hunted in these woods Carlisle could smell his entire family intermixing with Edward's fresh scent. Even Jasper's and Alice's scents had begun to match the rest of the family after so long in the new coven.

As the Cullen leader it was far easier for Carlisle to distinguish between his families scents than it was for any of his children or his wife. So he had little trouble following Edward's strongest trail, noticing a times the boy seemed to backtrack and change direction which was common for Edward when hunting. His youngest son enjoyed being able to run in the woods while hunting and often overshot his goal or lost track of what he was seeking out and had to backtrack to find the scent again.

Suddenly Carlisle stopped. He'd reached another small clearing in the woods but this one was far quieter than the rest of the woods had been. Focusing his hearing he found what he was searching for. A quiet rustling of leaves

"Edward Cullen, come here right now." Carlisle spoke softly but firmly. The rustling stopped but Carlisle remained alone in the clearing. "Edward Anthony. Do not make me come and get you." Edward was in front of his father almost instantly. The boy, who was covered in dirt and who's hair looked disheveled; looked warily at his father. The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, Edward trying to gauge his fathers mood through his thoughts but finding himself blocked. When he finally spoke, all he managed to come up with was a quiet and sheepish-

"Hi Dad."

"Edward…" Carlisle sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in obvious frustration. "Explain to me what on earth made you run off from your brothers again." Carlisle's voice was stern and Edward couldn't help but squirm under his father's stern gaze.

"...I didn't mean to..." Edward finally offered weakly. Carlisle gave a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Yes that seems to be your answer when these instances occur." Carlisle said sending his youngest son a stern glare. "I want you to explain yourself Edward." Carlisle demanded again. The teenager remained quiet. "Now Edward."

"I just... I smelled a mountain lion," Edward mumbled out finally. The explanation sounding weak to his own ears. Edward could practically see the grave he was digging for himself as Carlisle's stern gaze hardened even more.

"So you ran off," Carlisle stated crossing his arms over his chest. "And you ignored your brothers when they told you to stop." Edward ducked his head at that. "Not to mention you are over two miles past your hunting boundaries. You know better than to come this far into the woods by yourself Edward." Edward glanced around, apparently just now realizing how far away from their home he was.

"I didn't realize..."

"Yes I know Edward," Carlisle sighed determinedly. He then turned and made his way over to a tree stump at the edge of the clearing. "Come here son." Edward froze instantly, eyes going wide and giving a small shake of his head.

"No..." Edward blurted out without thinking. Carlisle gave him a stern look and raised an eyebrow at Edward. "Please don't..."

"Edward Cullen come here right now." Carlisle's voice was stern again.

"I'm sorry Dad," Edward tried again still remaining frozen to the spot. "I won't do it again."

"Edward," Carlisle leveled the boy with another firm look. "This isn't the first time we've been through this."

"But-"

"No buts Edward," Carlisle cut the boy off quickly. "Do you know how worried your brothers were when they couldn't find you? Or how worried your mother was when she heard you had taken off. And here you are, nearly an hour after you were supposed to be home and well past your hunting boundaries." Edward shifted guiltily as he chewed on his lower lip.

"I-"

"Right now little boy," Carlisle ordered. Edward's cheeks would have blushed if they'd been able to as he reluctantly began to move towards his father, dragging his feet as he went. Carlisle could see the fear in his youngest sons eyes and when the boy was in arms reach Carlisle reached out and tugged him forward the remaining few feet causing the boy to let out a startled yelp. Carlisle wasted no time taking a seat on the stump and pulling Edward to stand between his legs.

"Wait-" Edward's brief struggles as he was brought between Carlisle's legs and the older man reached to undo the button on his jeans came to an abrupt stop at a sharp smack landed on his backside. "Ow!"

"Be still Edward," Carlisle demanded. Edward remained frozen in place as Carlisle quickly undid the fly of his pants and pushed both his jeans and boxers to pool at his ankles. Carlisle wasted no time drawing the boy over his lap. He wrapped an arm around the boys waist and pulled him closer making sure the boy was stable. Sadly this was an all to familiar position for both of them. "You listen to me little boy." Carlisle finally spoke his voice strict causing Edward's squirming to cease. "I want you to think of what you put your family through with your actions today. Think of the worry your brothers felt while they searched for you. Think of how upset your mother was when she heard you were missing." Guilt wrenched its way through Edward's body. The image of Esme, wracked with worry; stuck in his mind far to vividly.

"I'm sorry Dad," Edward's voice was quiet and Carlisle could hear the regret in his voice. Edward braced himself for what he knew was inevitable. His body lay tense and rigid over Carlisle's lap.

"I know son," Carlisle sighed laying a comforting hand on Edward's back, before wrapping said arm around the boys waist and raising his other hand. The first smack landed with a resounding whack and Edward gasped at the pain. No matter how much he braced himself the first smack always took his breath away. The second smack followed quickly and Edward clenched his jaw together, determined as always to remain stoic during his punishment. It never lasted long.

Carlisle's hand began to fall in a rhythmic pattern covering Edward's pale backside quickly. The teenager began to squirm against his will. Carlisle tightened his grip around the boys waist as his movements increased. Another sharp smack caused a strangled gasp to escape the boys lips. As Carlisle increased the force behind his swats whimpers began to escape Edward's lips. His legs began to buck but Carlisle paid no attention to it.

A particularly painful swat had Edward's arm swinging back in a failed attempt to shield his bottom from the steady onslaught. Carlisle wasted not time grasping the had and effectively pinning it to the small of Edward's back.

"None of that Edward," Carlisle warned sternly landing two particularly sharp blows to the boys backside.

"Stop, please," Edward gasped out despite his earlier resolve to remain silent. His voice choked and betrayed the sobs he was holding back. "Daddy stop."

Carlisle's heart broke at the whimpered plea, but he steeled his resolve delivering another round of stinging swats to the boys upturned rear. "I need you to understand how dangerous it is for you to run off like this Edward." Carlisle finally began to lecture. He spoke sternly being sure to draw the teenagers attention with a series of harsher smacks. Carlisle knew that had blood been flowing through his son's body the flesh before him would certainly be a deepening red by now. The color would come later, after the boy had fed properly. "You could have been hurt Edward!"

"I didn't... mean to..." Edward whimpered gripping Carlisle's pant leg tightly with his free hand.

"Of all the dangers we have met," Carlisle spoke and slowed his hand. "You know why your mother and I have set this rule Edward." Edward nodded his head as his body shook with suppressed sobs. "We have these rule to keep you safe son."

"I'm s-sorry," Edward gasped out burying his head in Carlisle's leg as sobs finally shook his body. "Daddy... N-no more..."

"Tell me why we're here Edward," Carlisle demanded pausing briefly in his steady attack on the sensitive flesh beneath his hand. Edward's sobs continued but the boy didn't speak. Carlisle brought his hand down twice quickly and Edward's sobs came louder. "Why are we here Edward?" Carlisle demanded again, heart wrenching at the sobs of his youngest son.

"I..I ran off-" Edward chocked out between his cries. The sobbed response was muffled by the fabric of Carlisle's pant leg. "I'm sorry-" The boys apology was cut off as Carlisle landed three very sharp smacks to his lower thighs causing Edward's legs to buck wildly.

"And?" Carlisle prompted letting his hand rest on Edward's lower back, hoping to offer some form of comfort to his sobbing son. Carlisle waited a moment, Edward seemed to be trying to catch his breath; but when no answer came he raised his hand again.

"T-too f-far," Edward shouted out as Carlisle's hand fell again. "I w-went to far! D-d-didn't listen-" Edward's voice broke at the end and the boy dissolved into desperate sobs , legs finally ceasing their struggle over his father's lap.

"Almost done," Carlisle offered softly but the declaration that there was still more only caused Edward to cry harder and shake his head weakly. Carlisle took an unneeded deep breath, steeling himself against what he had to do next. Carlisle raised one knee and dropped the other and aimed the final series of painful smacks to the tops of Edwards thighs lecturing as he went. "You must learn to think before you act Edward. You cannot run off whenever you please. The worry you put your family through and the danger you put yourself into are things you must learn to consider. Think of how terrified we would be if something happened to you. How terribly your brothers would have felt for loosing track of you. How devastated your mother would be if you were hurt. Or worse." With one final deafening smack Edward went limp over his fathers lap, guilt and pain culminating in heart wrenching sobs as Carlisle rubbed circles in his back.

"S-s-so-so-" Edward tried to choke out past his sobs and Carlisle shushed him gently.

"It's alright son," Carlisle spoke gently. He reached down, gently sliding Edwards underwear and jeans back into place, shushing the increase in cries the rough fabric brought on. "I know, I know," Carlisle soothed as he righted Edward and sat the boy on his lap. Edward buried his head in Carlisle's shirt, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Carlisle stood now and felt Edward's legs wrap around his waist. "Deep breaths... There you go... It's all better now hmm..." Carlisle began to sway slightly, hand creeping up to cup the back of the boys neck and pressing a firm kiss to the top of the boys head; soothing Edward's cries. "Shh... Daddy's got you... You're alright now..."

It took several minutes but eventually Edward's sobs died down to silent tears. Carlisle continued to sway casting a glance to Edward's buried face. Silence overtook them for a long time before Edward's head finally raised and watery eyes and a tear streaked face met Carlisle's."I'm sorry Daddy."

"I know sweetheart," Carlisle spoke softly reaching a thumb up and swiping the lone tear still on Edwards face. "Lets see here," Carlisle muttered reaching into his pocket with one hand and supporting his son with the other. He pulled out a white handkerchief, and used it to wipe the tear stains from his cheeks. Carlisle brought the handkerchief to his lips giving it a small lick before using the dampened cloth to clean a stubborn streak. Edward jerked his head away, an offended whine leaving his throat. The glare he aimed towards his father would have been far more threatening if not for the recent circumstances.

"Daddy stop..." Edward cursed the whine to his voice.

"Shh..." Carlisle soothed again. "Sit still sweetheart." Reaching out and scrubbing at the tear stained and obviously offended face again. When he was finished and had stuffed the cloth back into his pocket Carlisle turned to study the face of his son and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I think it's time we head home." He got no response from Edward past a subtle and reluctant nod. "Would you like to walk?" Edward shook his head before dropping it onto his fathers shoulder. Carlisle gave a soft chuckle. "Alright then."

Carlisle made his way through the forest at a relaxed pace, comforted by the weight of his son in his arms. Edward remained quiet, which at any other moment would have seemed completely out of character for the boy; as they worked their way closer to the house. Edward shifted every once in a while and let out a soft whimper as they walked.

The closer they came to the house the more Edward shifted in his fathers arms. Embarrassment had settled in on the long walk home and now Edward dreaded arriving at the house. Carlisle must have sensed his dread and did his best to distract his son by mentally reciting To Kill a Mockingbird in his head. Despite his worry Edward couldn't help but focus in on his fathers, rather loud; inner dialogue.


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