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Warning: This story contains disciplinary spanking, so if that bothers you then don't read or flame!

A/N: Sorry for the late post. Took a nap around 12 and didn't wake up till 4:30. Yikes! Never had that happen before. Haven't read many reviews yet, but I see that I have 17, so THANK YOU! I really do appreciate every single one of them, so keep 'em coming!

Alice has reached the peak of her temper and now its time for Carlisle to yank her back in line, and she's not going to like that one little bit. Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Attitude Adjustment

Carlisle's POV:

"Get your hands off of me!" Alice roared as she jabbed her elbow into my ribs with all her might. I let out a loud gasp of pain, my grip loosening slightly. I recovered almost immediately though, tightening my grip on my misbehaving child before she could escape. She responded with an enraged yell before biting down onto my wrist. I could feel as her razor sharp teeth, the upper and lower pierced through my skin and bone and I let out a pained howl.

My hold immediately loosened as I brought my injured wrist close to my chest. Alice took that time to break away from me, and that was when I decided it was time to end this tantrum. I was done being Mr. Nice Guy with my impetuous daughter. I had shown an incredible amount of restraint and patience with her today, more than I would have for any of my other children, that was for sure. This girl had severely overstepped her boundaries and she was about to suffer my wrath. Enough was enough, I thought as I quickly jumped to my feet and let loose a ferocious growl, noting in satisfaction as Alice froze in place.

"Not another step," I spoke in a slow, deep voice that absolutely commanded her obedience. It was the voice of her coven leader, and God help her if she even thought of disobeying me. I watched her silently, noticing right away when a shudder ran up her spine, and I knew that she'd no doubt just received a vision of her impending punishment. Her entire body began to tremble, and I could smell her fear. Good, she should be afraid.

My wrist throbbed painfully, and I could feel venom dripping down and onto the floor, but I stubbornly ignored it. Despite the incredible pain, it was still usable, and I felt dealing with my little rebel was more important and pressing than my wound. This was a matter that could not wait.

"Turn around," I ordered less severely, and she slowly did as I said. She was trembling and she looked scared, but her face still showed anger and defiance. I pulled myself up to my full height, crossed my arms, and gave Alice a foreboding look.

"If I were you I would get that look off my face this instant, little lady," I informed her quite sternly. My muscles were tense and I was once more desperately fighting against the urge to adjust her attitude here and now. I preferred to discuss things before dishing out a spanking, but every now and then words weren't an option, and the only thing that would get through my thick-skulled teens was a sore bottom.

Alice maintained her expression, although I did notice as more tears began to fall down her face. I felt my heart strings tug at the tears, but I ignored it. The time for compassion and understanding was over.

"Come here," I told her, pointing at the place in front of me. More fear flashed in her eyes and she shifted anxiously from one foot to the other. My girl knew she was in a bad way with me, a very bad way. She knew what awaited her, which was why I wasn't surprised when she refused to move and just shook her head at me. Normally, I would soften my approach at this point. Normally, I would step away from the situation, but not this time. This girl would learn to do as she was told exactly when I told her to do it, or suffer the consequences. I knew I usually showed Alice more leniency than I did her siblings and mate, but that was because she was rarely in so much trouble. I couldn't and wouldn't do that anymore though. It was time I put my foot down and show her just how unacceptable her behavior has been.

I quickly assessed my emotions and state of mind, declaring myself sufficiently in control to deal with this. I was angry, yes, but more disappointed than anything.

"Come here now," I repeated, my tone once more deepening to that of a coven leader. As defiant and rebellious as she was feeling, I knew that she would not disobey such an order. None of my kids had ever disobeyed me when I had taken such a tone, and I didn't think Alice would be the first…or at least I hoped.

Several tense seconds passed before she began to take several small, hesitant steps. I allowed the slow pace, relieved that she was at least obeying me. I kept my severe expression, eyes boring into hers as she very slowly made her way towards me. She stopped a few steps away from me and I narrowed my eyes. Oh no, I was not going to play this game.

"Mary Alice Cullen, you will get yourself over here this instant or"—but I didn't get to finish the threat because my little girl decided to lose her mind at this point and scream at me.

"Arrghh! Don't call me Mary!" Alice raged, and I felt a moment of sheer astonishment at her audacity; but that astonishment quickly turned into anger, disappointment, and frustration. That was it. I was done. I dimly heard my wife groan as she muttered, "Oh no," before I blurred over to my disrespectful child so quickly she did not see me coming.

I briefly noticed her wide, startled eyes before I deftly tucked her under my left arm and let loose on her backside. I didn't use anywhere near my full strength, but I didn't go easy on her either. She yelped and cried out with each smack, wriggling her body as she tried to avoid my punishing hand.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Oww, Daddy, please!" she yelled out, kicking her feet. I just tightened my grip as I paused long enough to yank down the girl's pants and undergarments. Alice gave an indignant shriek, kicking her feet even higher, so I landed several well placed swats on her upper thighs.

"Carlisle," Esme called out tentatively, but I completely ignored her. This girl had more than earned this thrashing, and she would take every bit of it.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Owwww! Daaadddyy, I'm sorrrrryy!" she screamed, fully beginning to sob. She reached her hand back, covering her vulnerable backside.

"Move your hand," I told her, but she refused, yelling out a tearful, "But it hurts!"

"Alice, move your hand now!" I ordered, swatting her thighs until she let go with a pained wail.

"Ahhhh! Okay, okay, okay!" she screamed.

I laid into the girl, peppering her entire backside and upper thighs. She yelled and sobbed, and pleaded, but I wasn't stopping until I felt this lesson was learned.

"Carlisle, that's enough," Esme stated more loudly and firmly, but I just shot her a sharp look, silencing her protests. Her face turned utterly bewildered, and I turned away before I could see whatever expression followed.

I continued spanking my girl, letting my hand do the talking as she did all she could to get her backside out of harm's way. It was only when she finally stopped struggling, her knees buckling that I stopped, maintaining my hold long enough so that I could make sure she was steady enough to stand on her own.

She looked absolutely pitiful as she stood before me, one hand rubbing at her eyes, the other rubbing at her no doubt aching backside while she sobbed. I kept a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, gently massaging it to help her settle down some. This punishment was not finished, but there were things I needed to say before I would move on to the next phase.

"D-D-Dad, I-I'm *sob* sor-sorry!" Alice cried to me as she leaned her forehead into my chest and gripped onto my shirt. She was desperately seeking my comfort, but I was not yet ready to give it. I rubbed the back of her head slightly, allowing her a few more moments to settle down before pushing her away.

"Daaadddy," she whined, but I gave her a silencing look as I forced her to look into my disappointed eyes.

"We are not finished here, Alice Cullen, now are you ready to listen?" I questioned, and although my words incited a new wave of fresh tears, my daughter managed to nod her head. She gave a few more choked sobs before managing to bring herself under enough control as to where I felt she would hear what I had to say.

"I don't think I need to tell you how unacceptable your behavior has been today, but I will. The yelling, throwing things, back-talk, cursing, and shoving completely astounds me, and I can honestly say I have never been more disappointed in you than I have today. Never, and I do mean never do I want to see you acting so disrespectfully and defiantly towards me or your mother again, do you hear me, young lady?" I pressed quite strictly.

She gave me a tearful nod as she responded, "Y-yes sir, I understand."

"We are your parents and we deserve your respect," I lectured. "We are nothing but good to you. We provide for your every need and we do not ask much from you except that you respect and listen to us."

"I know, Daddy, and I'm"—Alice began to speak, but I cut her off with a sharp, "I don't want to hear your apologies. Now, I don't know what has gotten into you, Alice, but when this spanking ends, you will be informing me."

"But I don't"—she began to argue, and my eyes flashed before I gripped her arm and landed four sharp swats to her sit spots, causing her to burst into tears once more as she hopped from one foot to the other in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain.

Pulling Alice close to me, I leaned down, looked her straight in the eyes and said, "I know you found out more of your past than you told me." Her eyes widened at my words. "I know whatever you found out is eating away at you, making you act out in a manner that is very much unlike my normally well-behaved daughter. So, you and I will discuss this, and you will be honest and forthcoming with me because, truthfully sweetheart, I have no qualms with blistering your backside until you do." I heard a disgruntled growl from behind me, and had to resist the urge to turn around and give my own wife a stern look. She was not going to interfere in this.

"O-okay Da-Daddy, I'll t-tell y-you," my daughter stated, giving me an insistent look. She sniffed noisily, wiping at her face with both her hands. She was taking shaky breaths, hiccoughing every now and then as she tried to stop her tears, but they kept falling. I watched her silently, my heart beginning to ache as I rubbed at my injured wrist. Looking down I grimaced at the ugly bite before tearing off the bottom hem of my shirt and wrapping it tightly around the wound. I then took in several deep breaths, readying myself for what would come next. I felt I had dealt with her attitude, but now was time to deal with her having shoved her mother and having bitten me. These actions were inexcusable and could not be left unpunished.

My angel's tears began to fall even more rapidly as she saw what was coming to her. She looked at me with wide, tearful, pleading eyes as she begged, "Please, please Daddy, don't wh-whip m-me! I-I swear I w-won't d-do it ag-again! Please Daddy!"

"You know the rules, Alice, and you know that it is unacceptable to lay a hand on either your mother or I out of anger," I responded in an unyielding tone.

"Nooo Daddy, please, please, please! I d-don't wanna be whipped!" she cried out in between sobs as she wrapped her arms around me. I just shook my head in response, unfastened her grip on me and directed her towards her still-standing bed.

"Over the bed, Alice," I stated, but the poor girl just broke down into more sobs, stubbornly shaking her head at me. I fought back a growl as I began to drag her towards the bed. She was not getting out of this punishment. It was more than deserved.

"Carlisle Cullen, that is enough!" Esme suddenly shouted, appearing next to me in a flash, forcefully grabbing hold of my bicep. I froze, my body stiffening, teeth clenching as I fought back a wave of anger. Turning towards my wife, I gave her a chilling glare, my tone deepening as I told her in full authority, "Do not interfere."

Esme's eyes widened and she gave me a shocked look, her hand dropping from my arm as she took a step back. My stomach churned as I realized the tone I'd just taken with my wife, a tone I swore I would never take with my her as it was one she could not disobey. I wanted to take it back, but the deed was done. A hurt, irate look crossed over her face as she stared at me. Her jaw was clenched, the fire in her eyes building before she took several steps away from me, bowing her head in submission. I felt sick at the sight, and wanted nothing more than to beg her forgiveness at this point, but now was neither the time nor the place. She could not interfere in this.

"Could you go and wait for Jasper?" I asked, and though my tone was void of emotion, I made it clear with my eyes that this was not an order. She could refuse me if she wanted to.

"Very well," she responded stiffly, and I could tell she was biting back several words and/or threats as she gazed between me and Alice. Her words were not necessary though as her eyes told me everything I needed to know. If I crossed the line with her daughter, then she would make good on the promise she had made to me when I had lost control with Emmett. I fought back a shiver, although I really had no reason to be worried. I had no plans on taking things too far with Alice. I was in complete control and the girl would receive nothing more than she deserved.

I gave Esme a single nod of understanding as I said, "I will let you know when it is time to come home," and with those parting words she was gone.

Giving an internal sigh I turned to stare down at my daughter who had gone silent the second I had issued the order to my beloved. Silent tears continued to fall down her cheeks, and her eyes widened in panic as she stared at the doorway her mother had walked out of. She knew her last chance at leniency was gone, and as such her breaths were beginning to come out in gasps once more as she turned pleading eyes towards me. I could see the fear building, and I frowned. Some fear was good, but the amount she was displaying was not. Seems it was time to slow things down a little.

I eyed her for a few more seconds, determining whether I could trust her not to run if I released my hold. While still afraid and obviously upset, she seemed to have lost the panic and defiance. Letting go, I reached down, pulling up her panties and sweats before sitting her down on her bed. She yelped loudly, squirming quite uncomfortably, but to her credit she did not attempt to get up. I allowed her a minute to try and situate herself before clearing my throat to grab her attention.

Large, doleful eyes full of tears gazed up at me, and I had to fight the sudden urge to just end this part of her punishment right now and pull her into my arms. Ugh, I absolutely hated having to punish my kids, but when it was one of my girls, it was always so much harder. My boys always tried to be tough. They did the best they could to take their punishments stoically, and instead of pleads and tears they normally resorted to defiance and heated words, which were much easier for me to deal with. My girls though, there were almost always tears before the spanking even started, and their cries were always louder than the boys, tearing at my heart like no other.

I closed my eyes momentarily, pinching the bridge of my nose as I once more strengthened my resolve. Alice had done wrong, and she would suffer the consequences. She knew just as well as Jasper and her siblings that striking out at anyone in this family out of anger would lead to a sore bottom; and she knew that doing so with her mother or me was the surest route to feeling the harsh sting of my leather belt. Five licks; that was the standard amount I had given when Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper had committed the same offense with me. The situation with Alice was slightly different though as not only had she struck and bitten me, but she had also shoved her mother. Attacking me was one thing, but attacking her mother, well, my venom boiled at the mere thought.

My kids were vampires. They had strength, speed, power, and instincts, but they were still kids. They had the raging hormones of teenagers, hot tempers and insecurities. They were forces to be reckoned with, but they still required guidance and discipline. In any other coven Alice's attack would more than likely have resulted in death, loss of limb at the very least, but not in mine, never in mine. Anytime I felt I was too hard on my kids, anytime their tears became too much for me to handle I had to remind myself of this. I had to remind myself that my punishments were given out of love, in a desire to keep my rambunctious lot safe, to see them better themselves.

As much as I was going to loathe myself for doing so, I had to be tough on my angel. Attacking me had earned her five licks. Attacking her mother had earned her another five. Alice would take those ten licks. She would endure, and so would I.

Alice began to shake, her tears falling more rapidly as she no doubt saw her future solidify.

"Alice," I began to speak, wincing both at how harsh my voice still sounded and how my daughter promptly burst into tears, burying her head in her hands.

Damn, I thought, giving myself a rough mental shake. I immediately softened my expression, crouching before my distraught child.

"Alice," I spoke much more gently this time, "Please look at me." She shook her head at me, continuing to sob her heart out, absolutely breaking my heart in the process. Argh, we hadn't even begun the whipping and she was already a mess. My fault. All my fault. I had to calm her down before we could even contemplate commencing.

"Sweetheart, please look at me," I repeated, gently yet firmly removing her hands from her lovely face.

"Shhh, Angel, shhh," I murmured, lovingly running a hand through her hair, "I need for you to take some deep breaths for me, okay?"

"D-D-Daddy, I d-don't want a whipping, pleeeaaase Daddy," she begged, her tears having calmed enough for her to speak. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck, leaning her head against mine.

"I know," I responded softly, rubbing the back of her head before pulling away enough so we could lock eyes with each other.

"Daaaaaadddyy," she whined pitifully, and though the look I gave her was full of love and understanding, it was also full of determination. She would not be changing my mind.

"Let's talk," I suggested, leaning further away from her. Her arms did not loosen her grip, and I didn't bother to force her. If physical contact was a source of comfort for her now, then I would provide it.

"You know why I am doing this, right?" I questioned, and she stifled a sob before shaking her head. Stubborn child, I thought with a sigh.

"Alice," I said sternly, and she cringed lightly before hesitantly meeting my eyes. I raised my eyebrow, letting her know I expected a truthful response.

"Nooo, I d-don't know," she claimed, and I frowned at her blatant lie. I was not in a gaming mood.

"Mary Alice," I spoke more sharply, not surprised when I saw the sudden flash of anger in her eyes. What did surprise me though was when she lifted a hand up as if to smack me. I quickly snatched her wrist with my hand and gave it a hard smack with my other before giving her a steely glare.

"Ouch!" Alice yelped, her eyes widening, and she stared between her trapped wrist and my angry countenance with a stunned look, looking as surprised by her actions as I was.

I clamped down on my fury, all the more determined about my child's punishment.

"Let's try again, shall we?" I intoned coolly, and Alice gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look before I asked again, "You know why I am doing this, right?" I had yet to release my hold on the girl, and she feebly tried to pull her hand free before shakily answered in a near whisper, "B-because I ph-physically hurt y-you a-and mom."

"And why is that wrong?" I calmly questioned, still refusing to release the hand that had been ready to strike me.

Alice finally stopped struggling as she tearfully responded, "It was wrong because-because we're family, a-and f-families don't h-hurt each other, no matter-no matter what." I nodded my head to show my agreement, and then twirled my finger to insinuate I was waiting for more. She took in a shaky breath before continuing. "It wa-was even more w-wrong, cuz y-you and mom are my parents a-and n-nothing but good to me, so y-you d-deserve my respect."

"We do," I replied with another nod. "Now tell me, Ali, what are the consequences of fighting?"

My angel whimpered before dutifully answering me. "A spanking."

"And what are the consequences of fighting with your mother or me?" I questioned, my tone becoming more serious.

"Ohhhh," my daughter whined distressfully, wiping at her face with her free hand as she rocked back and forth.

"Answer the question," I stated strictly, and tears leaked out of her eyes as she said, "The-the consequences are *sob* a-a spankin' with your-your belt—Daddy, please,"—

"No, Alice," I interjected sharply, cutting her pleads off. "You know the rules and you know the consequences. Fighting and lashing out in anger as you did today is expressly forbidden. You know this, yet you still went through with your actions," I lectured, and she just shook her head at me as she protested, "But I was upset, Daddy, I was really upset."

"No excuse, Alice Cullen, there is no excuse that will ever justify what you did. You never ever attack a family member, especially your mother or me. As you just stated, we are your parents and we deserve your respect. I know you were upset, angel," I spoke more kindly, "but you should have talked about what was bothering you. We gave you multiple chances to do so, but you chose instead to bottle it up and lash out at us. You chose instead to throw a temper tantrum, destroying your room and your possessions before unleashing your anger on us."

"But 10 swats, Daddy?" she cried. "I can't take that many. You've never given the others that many, so why me? I can't do it, Daddy, I can't. I've never been spanked with a belt."

I finally released my daughter's wrist before cupping her face with my hands. "You can and you will endure, Alice," I declared with conviction. "And you are receiving 10 licks because you attacked not only me, but your mother as well. 5 licks for her and 5 licks for me."

"I can't do it, it's gonna hurt so bad," she told me. "I'm already sore, Daddy, please, please don't do this. I learned my lesson, I swear"—

"If you had learned your lesion, you would not have attempted to strike me not but five minutes ago," I interjected sternly. Her eyes turned guilty, and she cried her apologies to me, but I had heard enough. Putting this off would not change anything. She would only work herself up even more. It was time to put her out of her misery.

Decision made, I stood up, hands on my hips as I stared down my misbehaving child. She was once more sobbing loudly, but there was nothing I could do about it. These sobs were out of fear and self-pity, and soon they would be sobs of pain and guilt.

"Stand up, Alice," I ordered, taking a step away from the bed as I began to unbuckle my belt. I frowned in displeasure when my order was ignored. Swiftly pulling the belt from the loops, I doubled it over and brought it down on my hand, creating a loud cracking sound. Alice immediately jumped to her feet, letting out a startled yell as she stared between me and the belt in my hands.

I ignored the sting as I then ordered the girl to turn around and bend over. She threw me one last pleading look before she finally resigned herself to her fate. Turning around, she slowly began to bend over her bed. Placing the belt on the bed right next to her, I placed my left hand on her back, pushing her until her entire body lay flat on the bed. Looking towards my left I then grabbed the pillow that smelt most like Jasper and handed it to her. She grasped onto it like a lifeline, a loud sob escaping her as she buried her head in it. My heart was aching at the sight and sound, but I ignored it. Gently rubbing my daughter's back, I quickly lowered her sweats and underwear before picking up my belt.

"Why are you in this position, Alice?" I questioned, my voice a bit hoarse.

"Cuz I h-hurt you a-and m-mommy. I-I'm so s-sorry, D-daddy," she replied thickly, and I nodded my head as I responded with forced calm, "Correct. You will receive 10 licks from this belt, no more, no less. Let this serve as a reminder to you about how serious I am about you not attacking your mother or me. Feel free to yell and holler all you want, Angel, but don't kick your feet and don't reach back, understood?"

"Uh-huh," was the response I received, and I took a deep breath, hardening my heart before raising the belt in the air.

Crack! Crack! The first two licks came down, and I nearly jumped out of my skin at how loud my daughter's yells were.

"OWWW! Daddy!" she yelled out in pain, immediately jumping to her feet and furiously rubbing at her behind.

Oh, my poor girl, I couldn't help but think inwardly. Outwardly though, I was stern and unyielding. "Alice Cullen, you will maintain your position or I will be adding to your whipping, am I clear?"

"Y-Yes sir, ver-very cl-clear!" she hollered before shakily lowering herself down again. Good girl, I thought, giving her back a light rub.

Crack! Crack! Crack! I landed the next three as quickly as I did the first two, and once again my little girl howled with pain, her sobs increasing in volume and intensity. She squirmed on the bed, gripping Jasper's pillow so tightly I thought she was going to rip it apart.

"Five more, Alice, you are doing very well," I told her, my voice cracking from how much emotion I was holding back. She was in so much pain and it was all my fault.

Crack! "AHHHH! *sob*, 'M so *sob* sorry!" Alice sobbed loudly. I know you are, sweetheart, I know you are.

Crack! Crack! Alice yelled out in pain before beginning to mumble nearly unintelligible apologies to me. My heart broke, it really did, and I found my breaths beginning to come in short gasps, tears prickling at my eyes. I wanted to cry, but I had no right to cry.

I had to finish this. I raised the belt, ready to bring it down twice more in quick succession to end this blasted punishment, but right before I could my little one reached her hand back, placing it over her vulnerable backside.

"N-No mo-more, D-d-daddy, plea-please! Hu-hurts!" she managed to choke out, and I nearly burst into tears at her words. I had to finish this though. I had to finish what I started.

Taking a deep breath, I pinned the girl's hand to her back, bringing down my belt a final two times, quicker and lighter than all the rest. Alice still cried out from the pain, but it was over and done with. Feeling beyond relieved and disgusted with myself I flung my belt out into the hallway before staring down at my heartbroken child. She lay on the bed, head buried in her pillow, loud heart-wrenching sobs escaping from her tiny frame.

Taking another deep breath, I choked back a sob of my own before very carefully pulling up her underwear and sweats. I winced when she cried out from these simple actions. I restrained myself from just lifting the girl into my arms, unsure of whether or not she would welcome my comfort. The one time I had whipped Rosalie she had immediately fled to her room, and an agonizing two hours passed by before she sought out my comfort. I hoped it would not be the same with Alice.

I bent down on the bed, laying my upper body right next to Alice, turning my heads towards her as I ran a hesitant hand through her spiky locks. I took it as a good sign when she did not resist my touch, but I was somewhat disheartened that she did not even turn to look at me. Alice usually attached herself to me like a leech after I'd spank her, so this was unusual for her. Withholding a sigh, I began to quietly hum my lullaby, continuing to run a soothing hand through her hair. Nearly twenty minutes passed by like this, her sobs only lessening slightly before she finally turned her woeful gaze towards me.

"Hello, Angel," I greeted lovingly, giving her tear-stained cheeks a light caress.

"Y-You don't-don't h-hate me, do y-you?" she was barely able to choke out, and I immediately froze, completely caught off guard by the question.

"Hate?!" I gasped out uncomprehendingly, my mind racing to recall what exactly I could have done to have triggered such doubt. "Of course not, Alice, I could never hate you. You're my daughter, my little angel, and I love you dearly."

Alice gazed back at me with her dark eyes full of pain. Tears continued to cascade down her cheeks as she then asked, "A-and you'd n-never ma-make me l-l-leave?"

Maker her leave? Where was all this coming from? "No, Alice, of course not! How could you think such a thing?" I questioned, feeling quite distressed. What did I do? How could I have made my own child feel unloved, and as though I would abandon her? "I love you Alice Cullen, and no matter what you do, I would never make you leave. Families don't abandon each other."

Alice began to cry in earnest once more at my proclamation, finally lifting herself up before she launched herself at me. I gladly pulled her into my arms, laying my entire body on the bed with her wrapped securely in my arms. Her grip on me was tight, and I buried my face in her hair, tears leaking from my own eyes as I lost the battle with my self-control.

A/N: Emotional chapter, right? Poor Alice sure dug herself into quite the deep hole, didn't she? Thankfully our favorite vampire dad is quite experienced with dragging stubborn teenage vampires out of those kinds of holes, haha! Let me know your thoughts by REVIEWING!