an: I'm looking for 15 reviews (or around there) before the next post. shoot some ideas...its funny because this is really a well read story...but not as reviewed or favorited as I would expect... I'm kind of looking to see if people are glancing at it and turning away- or reading it.
This will help to determine if make this a 10 chapter story or longer- like I said before I have other writings I could spend some time on
"Hope, you don't mind being my sidekick for the day Bella," Emmett offered as he gathered his ring of keys, from a wooden peg by his work door. "A quick stop to the auto-shop and then we're off to collect Alice and her things. We will have to be back by noon, so I'll either drop you off at my place or bring you both to work. Edward says he trusts you alone, so I'll let it be your choice. "
Before he had left with Jasper and Rose, Edward had reminded me that Emmett should be given full authority and what he said-I sure as hell should listen to. It wasn't exactly spelled out for me, but I got the feeling that if Emmett wanted to paddle my ass, Edward wouldn't be coming to my defense.
"We'll be taking my bat mobile, over here." He directed me with a zestful shove, scuffling my hair playfully as he bounded ahead. I had to practically run to keep up with his giant strides.
"We're not getting any younger, Bella; let's get a move on!"
When I reached Emmett's jet black jeep and jumped shot gun side, I was heaving for my next breath.
"Buckle!" He demanded, not waiting to see if I might do it on my own. I sighed. It was like being with a more obnoxious version of Edward. Emmett quickly situated his Bluetooth in his ear and peeled out onto the road. "I need to make a quick phone call if you don't mind, do you Bells?"
"Fine by me," I welcomed.
He preceded to phone his mother, wishing her a good morning and then asking her if she might bring over lunch for him and two guests. As we drove, my mind wondered to what it might be like to have a family. A mother to wish good morning and bail me out of tight places or a father to nag me about my life decisions. Perhaps if Rose, Alice and I all got adopted into a home- a real home with real parents we would be not be so messed up.
Rose was usually a force to be reckoned with, but after Jasper had finished with her she seemed rather mild. He held her for close to thirty minutes before even mentioning that she still had a spanking coming. Just as Jasper had with Alice, he carefully talked Rose- easing her through the whole process. In fact, he explained things even further for her as I recalled. I thought back on it as we drove.
"Try to keep your feet touching the ground," he had offered as pulled her more tightly to him, adjusting her on his lap and lightly pressing her skinny legs down. Rose seemed quite uncomfortably stiff, in fact in a brief fit of dread she began punching at his leg, cussing up a storm. It had been quite a chore to even get this far- three times now Jasper had taken her over his lap only to let her up moments later.
"Rose," he chided, as he had before, "I am not about to strong-arm you. Now, you're gonna to be spanked, you can either get over with or we can keep drawin it on out. It's your choice."
Arms crossed, Rose looked at him with distain- she shook her head wildly attempting to make her escape. Jasper grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him.
"Rose, I'm serious. I'll not put up with this. You either get over my lap or I'll paddle your rear twice what I intended to."
When Rose stood there fixated on the idea, Jasper turned her a landed a hard swat on her perfectly shaped backside.
"Fuck!" Rose cried. I was miserable- I hated to be the witness and this was taking forever.
"Watch your mouth, Rosalie Hale!"
I rolled my eyes- thinking her language was going to alter with a simple warning was laughable. In fact Rose had shown some restraint-the girl knew how to run her mouth. He hadn't seen anything yet.
Though I'm sure he could handle it. Jasper had the patience…..of well… a saint, or as Alice would say saint holy-fuckin Mother Mary. Jasper went on again covering the same ground as he had before.
"Rose, I'm gonna to ask you one more time. It is ok to say this won't be workin for you- hell, I'll even let you still crash with me. But you need to let me know now if that's the direction you want to go."
Petulant, pouty Rose faded with an exhausted breath, and in her place stood a reluctant, scared girl.
"I want this….I just can't…surrender," she whispered to herself. Jasper nodded knowingly then clamped his jaw determinedly, he looked regretfully at her. I wasn't sure why but I couldn't help of thinking of that saying, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. I had a feeling that Rose had chosen the hard way.
"Then I'm gonna to take that last response as consensual- unconsent," he stated grabbing her by the forearm. Her heels dug in the ground as soon as she felt Jasper's determination. I could tell that this was going to end differently than the last three failed attempts.
Jasper wrestled her down over his lap, holding her there until her mad half karate kicks ceased and desisted. It only lasted for a moment before she started kicking again. She again was cussing up a storm; I think I heard her call him a twated-rednecked-bastard. But Jasper was in complete control this time.
"You calm down this instant. If you keep on kickin your legs- I'm gonna have Bella fetch me that ruler over there and I'll use it to set fire to your behind. Now unless that is what you want, you better start acting like a lady," he declared, again not raising his voice. I was surprised that Rose could hear him over her outpouring of trash talk, but she must have, because her legs stopped scissoring.
"There we go," Jasper said in approval, releasing his lock on her legs and placing a hand on her butt. He patted her jean-clad rear, as if to calm her. "You behave and take your spankin like a lady and I'll keep my word about not barin' your bottom. That means your mouth has to stop runnin."
Rose quieted down quickly, and she somewhat relaxed, excepting her fate. Jasper nodded and began adjusting her position, tilting her till her rear was at its most vulnerable angle. Her head rested on the other couch cushion and her arms were folded protectively over her ears, as if she was hiding from the world.
"I choose the couch to keep you comfortable, but if you attempt to cover your tail while I'm busy paddlin, we'll move and you'll be hangin over my knee not layin across my lap. Got it?"
Rose nodded, but Jasper did not seem to accept that.
"Yes, sir is the proper response when you're about to have your bottom seen to," he directed with a solid swat.
"Yes, sir," Rose chocked out, shocked at the sheer force. I bit my lip- he was being much harder on her than he had been on Alice. With Alice he seemed gentle and reserved, but with Rose he had the spirit of a drill Sargent. Even the spanks were harder, full strength. Truthfully, I was feeling uneasy for her. Yet she seemed to have found her peace, because now she was simply compiling.
"There you go," Jasper praised. "Just relax- if you clench, you'll bruise. And as I have your pants up, I can't monitor how your skin is takin to it."
That had surprised me- I was certain the pants down thing was some bully thing Edward promised to make me hate spankings all the more. Never had it occurred that there was any other reason for it.
Somewhere in this process it registered with me, that Jasper was not new to this. In fact he was well versed in the matter. It was somewhat strange to me, but it was like second nature to him. Was it that way with Edward and Emmett? Edward seemed to have rather set opinions about the subject of spanking- had those opinions preceded me?
Methodically, Jasper gave her three really firm pats then removed his hand. I could tell shit was about to get real, as Jasper let a few seconds pass. Rose whimpered in anticipation and Jasper raised his hand high preparing to land an exceedingly hard first wallop. I had cringed and tightly closed my eyes.
"BELL-LA," Emmett called, pulling me from my memory.
"Umm, yes," I asked confused, looking around- not sure if we had arrived and he was waiting for me to get out or if he had simply asked me a question. Emmett shook his head at my confusion.
"This is called a drive-thru. Here we speak into that box with a number correlating to a meal selection. After the exchange of tender, food is handed from a non-too distant window by a smiling person dressed like a soccer official from the 80's," Emmett patronized with slow drawn out words.
"Umm, just a frosty," I supplied helplessly. Emmett shook his head again and leaned out the window.
"If you could add a frosty and a chicken Caesar salad to our order. And sorry for the wait," Emmett boomed in his usual tenor. "You're not just eating a frosty for lunch," he mumbled to me, with a disapproving look.
"I've only ever got frosties here. Every year at trick or treat we would steal coupons for free frosties from the old lady down the hall. You know the one who left her treat bucket on her doorstep unwatched?"
Again Emmett shook his head. "No actually I stopped trick or treating a while back, so I hadn't noticed. But it won't kill you to eat the salad, Bella."
"I know it won't fuckin kill me," I mumbled, as Emmett fished out his credit card from his wallet. His blue eyes shot me a warning glance.
"If you're gonna say something Bella- make it so I can hear it. I wouldn't want to deny you the opportunity, to have your rear spanked on the side of the road. And in the words of my mother, I will pull this car over. "
I sat there shocked; he had just gone from 0-100 in a matter of seconds. He winked offering me my frosty. He knew what I was thinking.
"You thought I was fun one right?" Emmett goaded amused- I nodded alarmed of his changing moods. "Well…
I-AM!"
He hollered booming with laughter. For a moment I was utterly confused.
"Got you! I'd never beat your ass on the side of the road. I just did my best Edward gone domward impression and you freaked. You're too easy, Bells," he jested tossing the Wendy's bag to me. I smiled and leaned back in my seat, at ease once more. Yep, I could manage being his side-kick.
"So you are pretty chill about things then? Not a Dom like Jasper?" I inquired between scoops of delicious frosty.
I had heard of this crap- 50 shades of fucked business. It was no news to me leather and whips- I guess it all made sense.
Emmett was making a turn from the parking lot, but he borrowed the time to give me a once over. I could tell he was trying to decide what to tell me. He took a baited breath then stiffly shook his head.
"Jasper is not a Dom," he dismissed. "He left that scene long ago, as did I. Not that anything is wrong with it, it simply was that our local BDSM community was making some changes in direction and Jazz was butting heads. They found Jasper to be too old fashion, too kosher were the words they used. Since then, I don't think Jasper felt it was the right fit for him."
"Was it the right fit for you?"
"No not truly. I'll not deny that I like to be in control, but it is in no way a sensual thing. I just like to call the shots."
"And Edward?"
"No, Edward has never been a part of that community. But he might say that he shared in similar company. I'll leave it at that."
I wanted to know more but I didn't want him to shut down if I pressed him too much.
"So, you whipped girls and tied them up with chains?"
Emmett laughed,
"No, not girls as in the plural- it's not some hook-up club, Bella. I had ONE monogamous practicing partner; she and I dated for years and explored the ropes together."
"The ropes aye?"
Emmett laughed again.
"So when Jasper is beating on Rose or Alice- is it in the sexy turn-on sort of way?"
"You mean spanking"
"Yeah-yeah same difference."
"No- and here is where the smut reads of the internet have rotted the minds of women everywhere. Just because spanking can be sensual- does not mean it intrinsically is so."
"As I said, I like to be in control and that includes how I feel about you or any given girl while I'm spanking her rear. I completely compartmentalize the two. Its discipline pure and simple."
I paused for a moment.
"And it's like that with Jasper and Edward?"
Emmett sighed, stopping at a light and giving my question thought.
"I know Jasper has even stronger resolve than me. In fact it was certain kinky off tones that had him sever ties with BDSM. He's no sadist. And Edward-Edward is as straight laced as they come Bella… you wouldn't be able to convince him that there was a cell in his body that found spanking to be a turn-on. He is a true disciplinarian."
Again my mind wondered.
"So what makes you like that?"
He laughed a little and shook his massive head.
"Again if you're asking if I was locked in a closet as a child and thus became this way- I'll tell you once more- don't buy everything you read."
He paused for a moment.
"Jasper would insist he was born this way. Me, I guess it's just a cocktail of my traditional bible-belt upbringing and type A personality. But I can't help but notice that a portion of the rest of the world could use a little guidance. But I can assure you nothing is wrong with me- not more so than the average person."
I could see that- but were they all really just in it to help. Surely there was something that they got out of it. It couldn't just be a Boy Scout merit badge or a civic duty. I was about to ask, but we had just pulled up to our old place and Jasper's flat.
"I'll run up and get her," I offered unbuckling before the car was in park. Emmett put his right arm protectively out, blocking my next move. "Slow down speedy. Wait till we're stopped."
"There, now, you may go get the pixie. However from what I've observed you seem to have two left feet. So how about you leave out the running this time."
I hopped out and took off, ignoring his warning. Taking off.
Upstairs, Alice was piddling around dragging her feet. I could tell while she had agreed to this- she was out of sorts with the decision. She looked around somewhat mournfully, uncertain of what to do next.
"I left a note on the fridge and put the key under the mat. But I think I'll call him."
I nodded, wondering if this was the new mindful version of Alice.
"Jasper?"
She put him on speaker phone as she grabbed her bags.
"Hey Alice, are you heading out?" His voiced projected.
"Yes, is there anything you want me to do before I leave?"
I rolled my eyes.
"No, just go easy on Emmett and show him your sweetest you," he stated. "I'll be seeing you on Friday for our dinner date," he added.
She looked at me and smiled.
As we came down the stairs, Emmett met us and gathered Alice's things from our arms. He shook his head.
"How much stuff does a little pixie gal like you need?"
I laughed and cut in.
"This is just a quarter of Alice's closet," I laughed. It was true; she had an endless growing shoe collection that was absent among these bags. Alice shrugged bashfully.
Emmett loaded her bags in the trunk as Alice directed their safe care. I watched sneeringly laughing. It was good to be back with her and to know we had the day together. The three of us, I guess.
"I call shot gun, bitches!" I announced running to the front. Alice was having none of it, she lunged at me, holding me back.
"No, I'm the guest. You're just the tag-along!"
I pried her hands from my waist and ran around to the driver's side to climb over.
"Not fair," Alice whined, darting for me. Emmett who had just closed the trunk, came around to see what the fuss was about. At this point I had locked the passenger side door and I was half way across the front seat and Alice was playfully trying to pull me out by tugs to my ankles.
"Whoa! Pix what are you doing?"
He picked Alice up and sat her down on the curb before yanking me out.
"Yeah, as this is my back up car and the keys are still in the ignition, you two will not be horsing around in the front seat. Backseat, both of you."
"Ahhh, no fun," Alice cried. Emmett opened the backdoor, motioning to us both. I winked at him and hopped in- Alice followed.
As he jumped in the front seat and started the car, I heard Emmett exhale.
"I'm not sure I can manage the two of you. And I'm not sure the two of you can manage to stay out of trouble," Emmett admitted. "Just know if one of you gets it, the other is gonna get it as well."
The warning was partially heeded as Alice hip bumped me to my side of the car bench. I laughed and sunk down, laying my head on her bony shoulder. My sister in crime was mine for the day and we were going to make the most of it.