It's back to Jasper's POV! Same disclaimer...

I had stopped crying, but I was still shaking with fear. I heard Rosalie's spanking. She deserved everything that she got.

In the past, Edward and Emmett have told me stories about what had happened to them when they called one of the girls a bitch. These times had both been recently. Edward had been fed up with Rosalie's constant negative attitude toward Bella. In his fury, he had called her a bitch. One time when Alice was going overboard trying to get Emmett to go shopping with her, he told her to, "Shut up, bitch!" No one dared to call Esme a bitch.

Anyway, my brothers told me that Carlisle bared their bottoms and took his belt to them, one hundred strokes each. I told them that I found it hard to believe that Carlisle would be that harsh, but they said that's what really happened and there was more. Then Carlisle paddled them fifty times. And after all that, he still used his hand to spank them.

There was a knock on the door. It was probably Carlisle. "Come in," I whispered, knowing that whoever it was could hear me fine.

I was surprised because it was Esme.

"Honey, you're getting yourself all worked up," she said. "Come sit with me."

I sat beside Esme on the couch. This would be that last time I would sit without fidgeting for at least a month.

"You've gotten spanked before, Jasper. How is this different than all the other times?" Esme asked.

I didn't want to tell her what Emmett and Edward had told me because she might get mad at Carlisle. And when she was mad at him, this house was not right. He would go for days trying to be all romantic and lovey with her, and she would ignore him until she caved and they went up to their bedroom. Then it was loud at night...

"Ah dunno."

She smiled. "Jazz, you know Carlisle would never permanently hurt you. He loves you. I love you."

"Ah love you, too, Mom." She loved it when we referred to her as our mother, which she was. She had to take care of five vampire teenagers. The number would soon be six.

We heard someone coming to the room. "Come in," Esme called before there was even a chance to knock.

Carlisle smiled at the sight of me in Mom's arms on the couch.

Mom stood up. "I'm gonna go check on Rosalie."

"He's scared," I heard her whisper to Carlisle.

Carlisle nodded.

She left the room, closing the door behind her.

"Alright, bud, what's wrong?" Carlisle asked, sitting beside me.

"Ed and Em told me some stories..." I trailed off, looking up at him.

Carlisle sighed. "Let me guess...I whipped them one hundred times, I paddled them fifty times, and then a spanked them with my hand. And it was all on their bare butts."

My look turned confused. "How did ya know that?"

"Because that's what Edward told Emmett when Emmett was going to be spanked for calling Alice a bitch," Carlisle explained.

"So you mean they got me all scared like this for nothin'?"

He smiled. "You have nothing to be nervous about, son."

I nodded.

He turned serious again. "But you will be getting it bare."

"Ah figured."

I took down my jeans and boxers and bent over Carlisle's lap.

The first swat took me by stinging surprise.

He kept on spanking me and I yelped out at swat number ten, a particularly hard one.

As the spanking went on, I pleaded, "Please, Dad, stop!"

"You know better than to call your sister a bitch and fight with her the way you did. You settle all your arguements calmly and like normal people, not like wild animals. You also need to learn when to keep your wise comments to yourself," Carlisle lectured.

The spanking was over at twenty-five swats. It was enough to make me cry.

Carlisle pulled me boxers up first and then my jeans. The fabric stung my bottom even further.

He righted me up into his arms and rocked me gently. "It's okay, buddy, it's over."

"Ah'm sorry, Daddy." It made me sound like a little kid, but that's how I felt. And it actually made me feel good to be part of the family where I could feel like a kid.

"You're forigven, son."

After a few more minutes, we stood up.

"Are you okay, Jasper?"

I nodded. "Yes, sir."

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Dad." We had talked once that as part of the family, I didn't have to call him "sir" or "Dr. Cullen." It was either "Carlisle, Dad, or Daddy."

We walked out into the hallway where Rosalie and Esme were waiting for us. Rosalie and I apologized to each other.

"Let's go watch TV," Rosalie suggested.

"Okay, but I'm not sittin' on my butt!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, please! You didn't even get it as half as bad as I did!" Rosalie said.

"But it still hurts!" I argued.

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but nothing as close to the sting in my ass!"

"Language," Esme scolded. "I thought you two learned your lesson about fighting."

We turned to see Esme wrapped in Carlisle's arms. They were smiling at us.

I really felt like part of the family.

Rosalie and I smiled back guiltily. We ran downstairs to watch TV in the living room.

Sorry! I know it's kinda short.

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