A/N: Note: Chapter 5 got proofread and corrected by sisterglitch! Thanks, girl!

Hey guys! Yes it`s me, I am still alive :) I am really sorry for the looong wait, but I was very busy lately. Thank you ALL for your nice comments and reviews on this little story. Again, I love this strong community here! You are the best! So, now here we have the, probably, last chapter of this story. Hope you all enjoy. Edward is in Carlisle's study fooling around and then he has to face his father and the punishment...

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer!

Warning: Contains spanking/ corporal punishment with hand and belt! Don`t like, don`t read!

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Chapter 5 Jumping high and crashing down

Edward's POV

I opened his office door for the second time today and closed it with a low click behind me. My eyes drifted to the window and for a moment I thought about a fast escape, but then I waved the idea away. He would hear and catch me as soon as I landed in the first tree outside the house. Shaking my head, I went to the desk and sat down in my chair, stretching my legs out and crossing my arms over my chest. I was so dead! All of this was my own fault. I knew what my father thought about violence or damaging stuff in fury and rage. I cringed. Slowly I put my hands over my face and hoped he would stay downstairs for hours.

A few seconds later my eyes were searching for something to distract me from this mess. I scanned Carlisle's dark brown desk. Medical books, a bunch of paperwork, the black phone on the charger - his red pencil! Except for these things, his desk was clean. Slowly I pushed myself up and out of the chair. My right hand grabbed the dark red pen and I sunk back again. Resting my left leg on my right, dangling my socked-clad foot over the wooden floor, I opened the pen and flipped it around in my fingers.

Pushing my chair backwards and standing up, I played with the pencil, as I thought about a good explanation for the behavior I showed him today. I strolled over the wooden floor and came to a stop before the big windows. Lowering my hand with the pencil, I dangled my arm to my right side, flipping it again between my fingers. That damn wolf boy!

Really angry now, I lifted the dark red pen and smashed it into the glass in front of me. The sound was quiet. I watched it flying backwards and down onto the floor next to me. A little bit annoyed I picked it up again - or should I say, the little pieces of it? I looked wide-eyed at my father's favorite pen, which I broke into its separate parts. Wasn't Dad going to give me a good spanking for being violent against Jacob and for my temper tantrum I threw earlier?

Hanging my head I walked back to the desk and my chair, sitting down again, I surveyed the pieces of the pen in my hand. Perhaps I could fix it? I put them on the clean side of his desk and tried to put it back together. I heard him coming upstairs. As fast as I could I searched for a good place to hide them, but it was too late. My father was outside the door. I picked up the two sheets of paper and shoved the pen under them. Right as he opened the office door, I fell backwards into my chair again – putting on an innocent face.

I heard the door snap shut. He sighed heavily and sat down in front of me in his leather chair. I watched my hands instead of paying attention to him. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't meet his eyes and the disappointed look he was probably giving me.

I got away with it for a few seconds, then I heard him in my head. "Edward? Can we please look each other in the eye?"

Slowly I raised my head and looked at him. "I`m sorry, Dad," I whispered.

He raised an eyebrow at my pitiful apology. Then he leaned forward and linked his fingers. "Oh, really?" He asked and sounded like he was surprised by that. I knew he was playing with me. He sighed. "You are apologizing for what exactly, Edward? For damaging our banister? For hurting Jacob and making a scene outside and in front of our guests?" He continued as I heard irony dripping from his lips. "Or you are sorry for losing your temper in our kitchen and defying my authority?"

My eyes went wide and I gulped. He was not finished yet. Dad held up a finger and pointed it to me. "But perhaps you want to apologize for making fun of poor Mike? ... By the way, who got him drunk?"

As he listed my crimes I remained silent. My gut tightened.

"Edward," Carlisle asked. "Are you planning on answering me - what?"

I was ready to burst into tears now! He had me! There wasn't anything I could tell him to prove that he wasn't right. So ... "Guilty," I answered him in a cocky voice as a venom tear ran down my cheek.

My father was not grinning! He was not amused and he was fed up with me now! His hand came crashing down on his desk so fast it made me cringe. He rose from his chair and I watched him wide-eyed, as he shoved his chair back. As he was coming my way at a human pace, our phone rang suddenly and I let out a low sigh of relief. My behind was safe for perhaps ... a few minutes!

He grabbed the phone and looked at the Caller-ID. "Dr. Cullen speaking." He answered the call and turned away from me. It was the hospital. Carlisle walked over to the window and his gaze went from angry to annoyed in a second. Slowly he put his head to one side, as he was thinking something and inspected the scratch in the glass. I had turned my position in the chair a little bit to watch him.

He put his finger on the tiny scratch, which was left from the encounter with the expensive, old pencil and turned his face to me. I immediately turned my head away from him. Then he was speaking to the hospital again. "Yes, I can do this! Sure ..." He was collected as he spoke to Doctor Snow on the line. In his mind he was not. Suddenly he tuned me out and walked away from the window and back to his desk. "One second, Dr. Snow ..."

Oh no! He is searching for his pencil!

I shot out of my chair, as he scanned the desk with his eyes and his fingers. "Ehm, I could get you one from my room ..."

He shot me a warning look. "Sit down, Edward!"

Gulping I sat back and watched him searching for something that wasn't there anymore. Or only in pieces!

Come on! In other circumstances that would be very funny! For me!

Carlisle let me back in on his mind. "Where is that damn pencil, for God's sake? I know it was here somewhere..."

Suddenly he moved his hand over the papers and stopped. I froze! He shot me a look. Then Carlisle picked the papers up and his eyes flashed golden with anger. "Yes, Dr. Snow I am still here, only one second," he told him, as he strode to the door and into the hallway. He was back again in a flash, slamming the door shut and walking to his desk. "Okay, go," he told his co-worker in a hurried voice. He grabbed a sheet of paper and scribbled something with my pen. Then saying a quick goodbye, he hung up.

"What did you do with my pencil, Edward?"

I looked at him. He put the paper on the other side of his desk and grabbed the parts of his pencil – looking skeptically at them. Then his eyes were on me again. I gulped. "I was bored and ..." Oh! Wrong answer, Edward! He was furious now. Slowly he leaned over the wood in front of him. I pushed myself deeper into my chair, not taking my eyes off him.

"You were what?" He barked at me. Then he whispered. "Let me tell you something. I got this pencil from a very old friend of mine. Centuries ago, Edward. It was a present - a keepsake, if might say."

My gaze drifted down. How could I? "I am sorry, Dad, I really am." I looked up again. "C-can`t I buy you a new one? I will get one somewhere, I promise!" My eyes were full of hope.

He pushed the little pieces out of the way and stood. "I`ve got to change now. I don't want to ruin my new shirt." He went to the office door and turned to me again. "You stay in your seat, hear me?"

"Yes, sir," I answered quietly.

One second later he was out of the door and I was alone again.

I kept seated on my chair until he came back. He had changed into a pair of dark blue jeans and a comfortable black sweater. His favourite one! Dad stood by the door and let me in on his thoughts. He shot me a replay of this evening's event in our garden. He showed me where I had smashed Jacob on the ground and lunged at him. I saw how pissed he was at my horrible behaviour! Another replay of my temper tantrum in our kitchen! Then his mind was blank again. He blocked me!

I shivered and stood up. Moving my body towards my coven leader, I tried to say something but he was faster.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a low but angry voice crossing his arms over his chest. Carlisle was mad and he didn't bother to hide that from me.

Silence. I kept my lips sealed, but my eyes went into a golden state. Yes, I was mad, too. And I could not say how I hated this damn dog! Before I could think straight, I yelled and snarled into my father`s face. "WHAT WAS HE THINKING, DAD?"

As the angry snarl left my mouth and my eyes flashed in anger, he shot forward. I was grabbed around my torso. I didn't have time to react - it was too late ... He dragged me with him back to my chair and put his foot up on it. Suddenly I was facing the wooden floor in his office and I froze! Carlisle had pulled my right hand behind my back to restrain me and pushed my sleep pants down to my knees. Gulping, I realized he would not put up with any more of my antics. I was as good as dead. My boxers followed quickly.

"Dad, I am sorry, I ...," I started apologizing and begging him. "Please, I ... Ohw!"

The first smack from his hand shut me up in a split second. A second and a third were added to my bare behind. Damn, it hurt. Ten hard smacks later, he pulled me and my boxers back up. I sniffed and he let go of my t-shirt. My eyes were glued to the floor. I was ashamed.

"Look at me, Edward!"

Slowly I shifted my gaze to him. My father held up a finger. "I will only say this once! I told you to behave and you didn't, right? This spanking was your final warning! You will converse with me now adult to adult and if you start such a tantrum again, my boy, you will not be able to sit for a whole week! That's a promise! Are we clear now?"

Sniffing again, I nodded. "Yes, Dad."

"Good." He grabbed my chair und put it on the other wall. He came back to me and leaned with his back against his desk, watching me again. "Do you want to tell me, what exactly Jacob was thinking?"

I thought a moment about it. "Stuff about Bella," I explained. I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. "He and she together ..."

He shook his head slowly. What is wrong now? "What?" I asked. Confusion etched on my face.

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "I am sorry. Go on, please."

"Jacob thought this stuff and I lost it, okay? It's not a secret that I can't stand him! Especially near Bella! That is the point!"

He sighed and tapped his fingers on the edge of the desk. "But for Christ's sake, Edward, we have to team up with the pack, if we want to protect Bella! They want to help us! Jacob wants to help us!" Carlisle rubbed his forehead with his thumb. "So ... he and you, my son, have to-"

"Team up," I interrupted him.

"Yeah, team up," my Dad repeated. "The battle with this vampire army is trouble enough for me! So I don't need further trouble on our side or with my own son, understood?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, Dad, I am trying, I promise!" I was becoming nervous now. Our little chat was close to the end and I wasn't looking forward to my punishment. He got up from his desk and went over to the dark closet. I rolled my eyes and was lucky he didn't see me. My vampire father opened the doors and gave me a quick look over his shoulder. "Pants down and bend over the desk, Edward."

How I hate this command...

Slowly my fingers moved to my sleep pants and I pushed them down. They fell to my ankles and pooled on the wood below me. Sighing deeply I dragged my feet to the desk and bent over. I put my arms on his desk, folded them together and rested my forehead on them with another nervous sigh. My Dad closed the doors of the closet and I heard his footsteps coming towards me. He stopped and I was silent.

The sound made by the leather belt when my father put it on his desk beside me, always pushed me over the edge. I hated that click of the buckle! Now I felt his hand on my back, rubbing comforting circles and trying to cool me down a little bit. But we both knew it wasn't working anymore. Tick, tick, tick... The only sound in the room now, was this damn clock on his wall beside the door!

Suddenly the rubbing ended. I sighed and put my face deeper in my arms to quiet the sounds of pain I would be making. I knew that my father wouldn't be bothered if I was yelling my lungs out, but it was embarrassing for me, so... I tried to keep quiet every time.

"Tell me now." He tried to get my attention. "How did this very nice evening that your sister planned out for about two weeks, become into a full disaster? And again, you can be very happy that nobody saw what I saw, Edward! Tell me!"

I racked my brain. Silence. I am the king in stalling.

He sighed deeply. "I don't have your attention, it seems to me? Right?... Maybe this will get your attention!"

In one movement he pushed my boxers down to my sleep pants. My eyes flew open, as my father pressed a little harder on my back and then swatted my behind five times in quick succession. I shrieked and cried out. "Ohw! ... Ohw!" This got my attention very well!

"Okay, okay," I stammered out and gulped. "I... was not very friendly to Jacob! I attacked him and ... damaged our banister and mom's flowers. I was disrespecting you and made fun of Mike Newton. I lost my temper a few times!"

My father rubbed my back again. "Very good, that's all! Then I think we should begin now!"

I shut my eyes and pressed my face deeper into my arms. As the first smack landed, I was caught by surprise as always. My body jolted forward and my Dad increased his pressure on me immediately. He smacked my right and left cheek and the center of my behind in alternation. The pain I felt was bad enough, but as we were linked to each other through my mind reading, I could feel his disappointment and frustration towards his son.

Over and over again through the years I had promised him to restrain my anger and control my temper. But nothing! Really, I had tried often enough, but only a tiny situation can set me up and my demon breaks out!

"Ohw, Daaaad," I begged him, as his right landed with force on my bare bottom. The smacks were hard, and I couldn't concentrate any thing other than the pain in my ass. I wouldn't be able to sit tomorrow, that was clear!

With a steady rhythm he trashed my poor, bare behind again and again and hadn't even switched to the belt yet. The next smack was so hard, I started crying venom tears into my arms. With the next smack, I raised my head and I yelped out. Without thinking, my right hand shot back to protect me from more smacks. Of course my father grabbed it and stopped. "No," he commanded shortly, and pinned my hand behind my back. Damn! Now it`s really uncomfortable! How can I be such an idiot?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick up the belt from his desk. He folded it with only one hand and with the belt buckle, so it was out of the way. I groaned deeply and pushed my face into my naked arms again. Man, this will suck... Dad opened his mind for me then. It pained him a lot to do this! He hated every second of it! He sighed. "Only 25, Edward, than we are finished."

The first strike with the leather was always the worst one. Carlisle had purchased a belt that could not break on vampire skin a few years ago, as my other brothers and I were rebelling against his authority! We were bad! Dad had to rein us back in and he did it with this belt! Story finished! That thing hurt a lot and my siblings and I are constantly trying to avoid a painful session with it. Every one of us had experienced the leather more than once in our life time, except our cute, little sister Alice. She was over my father's knees only two times, if I recall it right, and I do not remember anymore what she did!

But now, it was my turn to pay the piper. Wailing, I tried to stay focused. Smack ... smack ... smack! I didn't count. Okay, I forgot to count, but it was nearly over. New tears ran over my cheeks as my father gave me lick after lick on my already sore bottom. The leather crashed down again. My eyes flew open and flickered widely. Then suddenly - he stopped. I tried to catch my breath and sunk onto the desktop under me. I have to admit, it was not the worst spanking I had gotten from him, but my father had made his point very clear this time. And I had gotten the painful message!

I heard him putting the belt away. A second later he helped me up and I flew into his strong arms that he wrapped protectively around my trembling body. I sniffed and shoved my face into the crook of his neck to breathe in his unique smell.

Carlisle rubbed my back in comfort. "Sh ... it´s okay. I forgive you, Edward. We're fine now. Deep breaths, good now..."

He put his hand in my mess of hair and I stayed close to him. This was always the best part!

After a few more minutes without speaking, I pushed myself away from him. I sighed and rubbed the venom out of my eyes. Then I looked at him again. "I am sorry, Dad. For all this mess," I whispered.

Carlisle ran a hand through my hair again and smiled. "I know ... Come on! Go to bed and I will fetch you a cool pack from the fridge, sound good?"

Now I was smiling too. I grabbed my pants with one hand and darted for the door.

In my room, I climbed into the large bed, but not before I took off the covers, the ones Mike had vomited on. Uhrg ... Lying on my stomach, I pushed my head into the golden pillow and sighed. Only a few seconds later my Dad entered my room and sat down on the edge of my big bed. I felt his eyes on my sore bottom. In his thoughts, Carlisle was beating himself up, because of what he had to do to his poor son.

"Dad, please, stop, okay," I told him and shot him a look over my shoulder. "I deserved it. It's alright, old man!"

"Old man, huh? Be careful, my son, very careful!"

I snickered into my pillow, as my father put on a pair of medical gloves and opened the cream to relieve my pain a little bit. I sucked a breath in, as he carefully rubbed the cream on my bottom. I flinched a few times, but he was soon finished. He put a kitchen towel on my skin and the blue cool-pack above. Now I as a little bit comforted. Dad closed his medical bag, then rubbed my back in comfort again.

"In addition to your punishment, Edward, I take your car keys for a week, okay?"

W-what?

I looked at him. "Please, Dad..."

He gave me a stern look and I shut my mouth again. He nodded. "Good! Tomorrow we are going to Billy and Jacob and you will apologize for your behaviour tonight! And I want to see a proper apology!" I wanted to say something, but was cut off. "I don`t want to hear it, Edward! It`s final! Go to rest now." I felt him kissing me on the top of my bronze hair and then he rose from the bed. Taking his medical bag, he walked to the door and opened. "I am downstairs, if you need me. ... Is it okay, if I call your siblings and your mother back now?"

"Sure, Dad."

I heard him searching my coat pockets and taking my car keys out. Then he was gone.

Rolling my eyes, I shifted my position a bit, but it didn`t help my sore bottom. I grimaced at the pain and thought about Bella and what she be doing now. Perhaps worrying about me and my punishment. Slowly I rose from the bed and grabbed my mobile from the night stand. I dialed Bella's number and waited. Finally I heard her lovely voice. "Hey you!"

I grinned. "Hey my love!"

"Are you still alive, Edward?" She asked me with amusement in her voice.

"That is really not funny, Bella," I told her and moved my legs on the bed. The cool pack was working miracles! "It hurts a lot..." We talked about half an hour. About the party, the guests and of course I told her about Mike Newton being drunk. Suddenly I heard two cars coming our way and then driving into the garage. My family was home! Closing doors. Dad and Mom talking downstairs. Footsteps on the stairs. I grinned. "Bella, I have to hang up, now. The others are home and in only two seconds my bedroom door will burst open and I have to tell them every tiny detail of my sp- ... punishment! ... See you, bye love."

I hung up and put the phone back on my night stand right at that moment, as my door opened and Emmett and Jasper flew inside with wide grins. I groaned. How I hate siblings, sometimes!

A/N: How do you like it? Please review!

Thank you all for your support, reviews, pms through my break and your nice words about my writing. That means the world to me! Perhaps I will write another little chapter of Edward and Carlisle going to the Blacks and Edward apologizing to Jake ...And I have another idea for an one-shot in my head for a couple of months, one from eclipse and the training session, but not the time to write it down. I don`t know when, but I will. Probably first in german, then translate in english for you guys :)

Love, Vanessa