"Fuck!" Emmett groans as Carlisle cracks the strap against him again. It hasn't even been ten minutes since the punishment started, but it feels like it's been ten hours. Carlisle pauses and puts his hand on Emmett's back. His shoulders tense.
God damn it! I've done it now. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Emmett screams louder in his head then he does out loud.
"Emmett, I'm going to let any bad language slide at the moment, considering the situation, but you better have your mouth cleaned up by the time the rest of the family returns."
"I will, sir." Emmett agrees quickly.
Carlisle gave Emmett four more licks before moving on to me. I can't do it anymore. I finally break out into loud sobs.
"You're nearing the end, boys." He promises.
Thank god! I can't handle this much longer!
Carlisle goes back to Emmett, who actually starts crying too. He doesn't sob as loud as I do, but he's still crying. This is by far the hardest ass whooping Carlisle has ever given us.
"This will be the last time we have to do this, correct?" Carlisle asks us.
Emmett and I both sob out 'yes sir'.
He keeps cracking that damned strap against us. We both break down even more. Our shoulders shake and our sobs become louder and louder. Carlisle speeds up, and it's just a constant, horrible and fire-like pain. Emmett starts bawling as much as me. I've never heard him get so upset over a punishment. Even when it's my turn, he keeps up the violent cries.
"I hope you boys fully understand the severity of your behavior." Carlisle sighs. He whips me twice, and as he pulls back for a third time, a too familiar idea comes to mind.
I throw my hand over my backside, hoping to at least delay another stinging blow. It didn't work as usual though. Carlisle is already swinging the dreaded strip of leather towards me when I tried to cover his target. The strap comes crashing down on the top of my hand.
"Shit!" I scream and quickly tuck my arm back under my torso. Carlisle drops the strap to the floor. Before I know what's going on, he has me pulled to my feet and facing him.
"I told you not to reach back!" He scolds, taking my hand from me. He looks it over as if he could have actually caused some damage. Sighing, he releases it, and I take it in my other hand and rub my throbbing palm. "Do you want to get the rest of your licks with your pants down?"
I shake my head no, crying still as I do.
"Then don't reach back again." He says firmly, reinforcing that he's serious with a swat to my tender backside. I yelp and jump away.
"I'm sorry," I sob. "I won't do it again. Please, no more!"
"Lay back down, son."
"Dad, please-"
"Lay back down." He repeats firmly.
Whimpering, I do what I'm told, but not without noticing that the shock and concern of strapping my palm has his mental guard down.
Don't let him shake you. If you stop now, he'll pull this scheme every time.
I look up at Carlisle with the saddest eyes I can muster... Which isn't very difficult, considering my situation. He's so close to just caving and ending the punishment early.
"Edward!" He scolds me and instantly blocks his thoughts again. Picking the strap back up, he shakes his head and I bury my face back into the blanket.
I scream into the fluffy material as Carlisle lights up my backside again. He goes passed five this time. I count them mentally, because I don't think I'm capable of even mumbling the numbers through my crying. Nine, ten, eleven.
"This will not happen again." Carlisle says with his jaw clenched.
Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen.
I shake my head no.
Nineteen, twenty.
Done.
"You're finished, Edward." He says and places his hand on my back. The tension in my body leaves, but the pain doesn't. I keep crying. "You may stand, Edward. Emmett, stay where you are."
Shakily, I get to my feet. My ass stings as I move, but I step away from the bed and keep my back to Emmett and Carlisle.
"Almost done, Emmett." Carlisle sighs as he picks the strap back up and rests the leather on Emmett's backside.
"Just make it quick, please!" Emmett mumbles through his own cries.
Carlisle does just that. His twenty strokes are done quicker than mine were, but Emmett still cries out just as much as I did. It kills me to hear this, and it just reinforces how severely we were just punished. Emmett never cries like this.
"Stand up, Emmett. You're through."
"Thank god." Emmett says softly as he slowly stands. He looks at Carlisle, his lip quivering, before Carlisle pulls him into a hug. Emmett hugs him back, but only for a few seconds. Once he pulls away, he tries to pull it together, but struggles. "I'm so sorry, Carlisle."
"M-me too." I say as I sob. Carlisle turns to me and instantly hugs me. Sighing, he speaks to Emmett and I in an exhausted tone of voice.
"Please, don't ever do something like this again."