Last chapter for this story! I am already planning some more Martha stuff, so don't worry, Martha will be back!


Warning: Spanking IN THIS CHAPTER! You have been warned....

Chapter Four

(Carlisle's POV)
As I finished draining the blood of the deer that I had caught, I sighed and thought about my rebellious daughter. What was I going to do with her? I knew she wasn't happy about my decision to have her stay away from Esme, but it was for the safety of everyone involved. The less time we were with Esme, the less likely she would be bitten by accident, and the less likely Martha and I were to be exposed.
I considered telling Martha she was confined to the house for a few weeks, but how would I know if she slipped out for a while when I was at work? She had obviously planned to lie to me about her day today, since she wouldn't have told me she went to see Esme. All my usual methods of taking things from her or restricting her privileges would not work in this case. Right now my trust in her was severely damaged. I needed another method of how to get through to her that when I tell her to do -or not to do- something, she needs to listen to me.
I thought back to my own human years. I had never been one to cause trouble, but everyone makes mistakes. I had been known to disobey my father a time or two. I winced as I thought of the punishment my father had followed up my actions with. He had taken a belt to my bare bottom.
But times were different now, and in any case I highly doubted the leather of the belt would have any effect on the stone of Martha's skin. It would feel like a feather to her. Another bit of stone skin, however…
I shook my head for a moment. Spankings were not uncommon for mischievous youth. Quite the contrary, times may have changed methods of discipline, knocking the punishment down from a belt to a hand, but they hadn't changed so much as to knock out spankings all together.
But I had never used physical means to punish Martha, and I was hesitant to start doing so now.
Although after a punishment with my father, I was quick to think twice before disobeying him again. Sometimes I thought three times or four. If it would keep Martha from disobeying me again, it might be worth a try.
But I would make sure I was completely calmed down before doing so. I would not spank Martha if I was even slightly mad at her. I wasn't going to risk having any amount of anger fuel Martha's punishment, and risk taking it too far.
I decided to go hunt down a second deer while I waited to completely calm down.


(Martha's POV)
I paced around my room, occasionally looking out the window for some sign - any sign - of Carlisle's return. He had been gone about an hour now. Was he really that disappointed in me? Or was he having that much trouble deciding what my punishment would be?
Was he going to take away some of my privileges? Would I not be allowed to leave the house without him? Would he confine me to the house all together?
Below me, I heard the door in the back of the house open and shut, and then stopped pacing, listening intently. I could faintly hear the sound of Carlisle as he climbed upstairs, and walked past my room. He was going to change his clothes and then come in and talk to me. I walked over to my bed and sat down to wait. It took less than a quarter of a second for me to be restless again. Why was I so nervous? I had been in trouble with Carlisle before. My guess was that it had never taken Carlisle an hour to come to talk to me, and the wait was making me stir crazy. I just wanted to get my punishment started. The sooner I start, the sooner I would be finished.
The door to my room opened, and Carlisle came in. I stood up and met his gaze.
"Carlisle, I'm sorry." I said softly
"I am sure you are." Carlisle said, "But I wonder if you are sorry for going against my wishes, or if you are sorry you were caught."
"I am sorry I disappointed you." Martha said, "And I am sorry I defied you. But I am also sorry I was caught."
"Thank you for your honesty" Carlisle said, as he laid a comforting hand on my shoulder.
I looked down at my hands in my lap. "What is my punishment?"
Carlisle sighed, "I considered many different things, such as confining you to the house or taking away some of your privileges or possessions, but I decided none of those punishments would work."
"Why not?" I asked, looking up at him, shocked. He had just said that he wouldn't be punishing me in the ways I expected, and that had me a little scared. I wasn't scared of him, but I was scared of the unknown. I didn't like being blind to what was about to happen.
"Your deception has left my trust in you badly in need of repair, Martha." Carlisle said, "I can not in good faith trust that you will not follow any punishing guidelines I lay out for you while I am not home, nor should I have to take time off of work to watch you like a small child."
"You wouldn't need to watch me, Carlisle. I would do as you tell me." The knowledge that Carlisle didn't trust me as much as he use to hurt me deeply. I respected Carlisle, and I wanted him to be proud of me. How could he have pride for someone he felt he could not trust?
"Martha, I have already decided on your punishment." Carlisle said.
"So what is my punishment?"
Carlisle looked me in the eyes. "I have decided to spank you."
I shifted away from him in surprise, "What?"
I had been spanked before, when I was human. Carlisle knew that. But Carlisle himself had never spanked me.
"You have been spanked before, Martha." Carlisle said.
"I know, but it's been over a hundred years since I have been spanked!" I slowly got up, keeping my eyes locked on Carlisle. If I planned my steps carefully enough, I might be able to get out without Carlisle being able to catch me.
Carlisle cautiously held his hand out to me. "Don't make a run for it, Martha, it will only be worse for you when I catch you."
I looked at his hand, and inched toward him. Carlisle was kind and compassionate, he wouldn't cause me any lasting pain, and I knew my human father would have punished me the same way. This knowledge and my trust in Carlisle, mixed with my guilt for deceiving Carlisle, pushed me forward so that I placed my hand in Carlisle's. His hand closed around mine, and he gently pulled me over his knee. I squirmed around a little, just out of reflex from being in this position.
I felt Carlisle leave my bottom exposed and I closed my eyes tightly, and took a deep breath to steady my nerves.

SMACK!

I yelped. The first smack from Carlisle caught me off guard.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" I cried with each smack.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Ow! Carlisle!" I cried, starting to move my hips around in an attempt to squirm off his lap.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

My legs were kicking out behind me now, and I was no longer crying out. I let out a dry sob with the last two smacks.

SMACK! SMACK!

I felt Carlisle start to gently rub my back while I calmed myself back down. Once I was in control again, I pushed myself up off of Carlisle's lap. As soon as I was standing up, I found myself in Carlisle's arms as he hugged me, lovingly.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes" I said. My bottom was a little smarting, but it was already much better than it had been, and I knew in a matter of an hour at most, the fire in my backside would be a memory. I couldn't resist reaching back to rub my backside, and I heard Carlisle chuckle.
"Curiosity killed the cat." he reminded me.
"But satisfaction brought it back." I retorted.
"And were you satisfied?" Carlisle asked me, raising his eyebrows at me.
I nodded, "I was satisfied until I heard your voice in Esme's home."
Carlisle chuckled, then we headed downstairs to continue with our daily lives.


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So to all of you who like Martha, I figured I would let you guys know the next Martha story is going to be called "Princess Rosalie", and it is going to be Rosalie and Martha soon after Rosalie is changed....I don't know exactly when I will be posting it, but I will hopefully have it up sometime this week or next week, so keep an eye out! The best way to do this is to put me on your author alert if you haven't already done so.