"I am so disappointed with you two." Carlisle sighs. I look up at him. He's about six feet away from where Emmett and I are sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands sit on his hips. He looks like a typical disappointed father. "I still cannot understand why you would do this."
"We weren't thinking. We should have considered how it would mess with him." Emmett answers sadly, keeping his head bowed.
"And how did you describe his behavior?" Carlisle asks rhetorically. "I believe the term you boys used was 'annoying'. Am I correct?"
"Yes sir." We both say sadly.
"His insecurities and apprehensiveness is annoying, so you create a joke about it." Carlisle shakes his head. "You know what I bet gets annoying? Not having any privacy in his own thoughts or constantly being pushed around and rough housed. But Jasper tolerates it. Do you know why? Because he understands what it means to be a family, to be a brother. He tolerates the behaviors that he does not like from you two. He is a good brother to you two, and this is how you repay him? He trusted you."
I sigh. He really knows how to make a guy feel like crap.
Carlisle left us in the room for slightly over twenty minutes while he cooled down. It felt like twenty years, though. Once he returned, he told us to take a seat. That's when he started the guilt trip.
"He trusted you both, and you distorted that trust by telling him such an outrageous lie. You didn't only harm your relationship with him, but his relationship with Alice and myself as well. You both should be ashamed."
Damn right I am, Emmett grumbles mentally. God, I'm so stupid!
"You two will never do such a thing again." Carlisle says firmly. "Stand up, both of you."
We do as he says.
"You boys are getting the strap. I don't think that is a surprise to either of you, though."
We shake our heads no.
"Lay down on the bed." Carlisle gestures to the mattress. Emmett and I comply. Carlisle places one hand on Emmett's side and the other on my side. "Move closer."
We look up at him questioningly.
"Stay about two or three inches apart."
We wiggle closer and eye each other awkwardly. Why does he want us this close?
"Do not reach back, and do not move away." He instructs us.
Why does he want us so close? Emmett questions me mentally. I shrug. Carlisle has me blocked, so I have no idea.
We can hear him picking up the heavy strap. Emmett looks over his shoulder at it. It's nothing fancy, just a strip of thick leather folded over itself, the ends held together by a large wooden handle. My and Emmett's names are signed on the wood, but it's mostly Emmett's signature. Somehow we started the tradition of signing the strap after it's take to our hide. Jasper has never been spanked with it, so he's the only one of us boys without his name on it. Lucky kid.
"I'm sorry we have to do this, boys." Carlisle sighs. He comes over to Emmett and puts his hand on Emmett's back.
Damn it! Emmett curses himself, knowing he's getting it first.
Emmett winces one the strap is cracked against his backside. The noise itself is enough to make me cringe. Carlisle pulls the strap back again and it whistles through the air before stinging Emmett's skin again. I bury my face into the comforter. Carlisle's not holding back, and it actually bothers me to have to see Emmett get such a harsh whipping. The next three spanks are equally as hard.
"Ow!" I scream as my own backside gets lit on fire from that dreaded strap. I did not expect him to go from Emmett to me like that. Carlisle is not letting me get even a part of his thoughts. I clench my jaw and ball my fists into the bed as four more licks are delivered. Then it's Emmett's turn again.
Carlisle goes back and forth like this. It takes everything for me not to scream like a baby when my turn comes around. Emmett will hold it over my head for years if I do. I whimper, though, and groan. God, does it sting! I keep my face buried into the comforter and breath in Carlisle's scent. It brings only a small amount of comfort. Emmett just repeated the F-word in his head when it's his turn.
I clench my fists, jaw, and eyes shut as tightly as I can. This already sucks, and I have no idea how long it's going to last. Carlisle is keeping his mind blocked one hundred percent.
God, why did I even think we could get away with this?
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