AN: This was by far the hardest chapter to write. I wanted to write something a bit different and not something that's already been written. Once again, English is not my first language, and I'm struggling a bit with both the grammar and spelling. I hope you will it enjoy it anyway, and the story is not over, I have at least 5 more chapters coming. Thank you for reading and reviewing, it means a lot :)
Warning, this chapter has spanking in it. Don't like, don't read.

Chapter 7

Edwards pov

I can't believe what just happened. My mom, my sweet overprotective mom, became a dictator right before my eyes. Okay, maybe not a dictator, but she changed! Normally, she would try to talk my dad out of spanking me, and she would most defiantly not ground me on top of another punishment. I must have really made her disappointed. I feel guilty, I really do, but at the same time I'm angry with my parents. Two punishments for one little mistake? Talk about being cruel. I should call child protective services.

How did I end up here? This was suppose to be a good weekend, a fun weekend. And now, here I am, in my parents bedroom waiting for my dad to come up and deal with me. I hate this!

I can hear him outside the door and I can swear I just felt my un-beating heart skip a bit. He opens the door, and I gulp. This is not going to be fun. But he knows me, I'm not going to give up. For the longest time me and my father look at each other. He knows I'm not doing this without a fight. And I know he's not caving in.

"Edward. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Your choice" He says.

"Then I'll choose the easy way. Which is us forgetting about all of this spanking-nonsense and letting me go to my room" I answer.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but that is not going to happen. Your mom and I have already explained your punishment and why you're getting it. So it's up to you if you're going to cooperate with me, or put up a fight. If you cooperate, I wont be to hard on you. But if you decide to behave like a five year old and defy me...let's just say, you will not like the outcome of it." While saying this, my dad walks up to me, slowly, until he reaches the bed and put his hands on either side of me, leaning in to my face.

I know that this would be a good time to cooperate and say something like 'Okay, dad, I'll do what you say so we can get this over with'. But we all know that's not going to happen. I can't help myself, and I certainly can not explain my next move. I just got so angry about the punishment,(which deep inside I know I deserve) and it just happen.

I look my dad straight in the eyes, and growl.

A low but fierce growl, a growl I normally only would give to an enemy. My dad is not my enemy, I love him to death. But at this point, I'm just so fed up with everything. And apparently, so is he.

The next thing I know, he pushes me down on the bed. He presses me down, using his full body weight, and pin my arms to my side. Then he growls back at me, but this growl is way darker and more frightening than mine. This is a coven leader and an angry father, showing me who's the boss. I cant help but whimper, and tears prickle at my eyes. I know he would never hurt me, but nevertheless, I'm scared. It's been a long time since he growled at me like this.

I start to shake and I dare not look away, so I keep staring right into his dark eyes. Finally, he let's go of me. He stands up, but I still hold my position, to afraid to move.

"Son, sit up." His voice sounds strict, but more parent-strict than coven leader-strict. I obey him, and sit up. I still tremble from what just happen, and my dad takes a seat next to me. He takes my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him.

"Don't you ever, ever, growl at me again"

I nod and then break down in tears. My dad, who can't stand to see me sad no matter how mad he is, wraps his arms around me.

"It's okay baby. You don't have to be afraid, I would never hurt you. You know that. Don't cry, baby" He comforts me.

I lean my head on his chest and inhale his scent, trying to soothe myself. After a few minuets, I calm down enough to break the hug, and look up at him.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?" He looks at me and stroke my cheek.

"I'm sorry I growled at you, I won't ever do it again." I promise him.

" I know, and you're forgiven."

I dry my tears and we sit in silence for a while. Growling at him must have been the most stupid thing I have ever done. No wonder my parents are tiered of my behavior, I'm giving them a really hard time. They are the best parents anyone could ever wish for, and I treat them like crap right now. I even growled at my dad! No other coven leader would ever accept that. I would be dead if Carlisle was like other coven leaders. I have a lot to be thankful for. It's time to stop being a brat, and start being grateful.

"I'm ready for my punishment, dad" I tell him.

He looks at me, stunned.

"Really, you are? No screaming, kicking, and trying to run away?"

"No, I'll be good" I promise him.
He smile and gives me a hug.

"Who are you and what have you done to my son?" He jokes and I can't help but to laugh.

I take a deep breath and stand up. But I can't find the strength to put myself over my dads lap. Fortunately, he understands and takes my hand, guiding me over his lap himself. He strokes my back to calm me down a bit.

"I'm really proud of you, son." He tells me, and I actually feel a bit proud myself. "We'll start with a couple of smacks on your jeans, then you can take them off yourself, okay?" His voice is soft, soothing.

This is not how our spanking-sessions normally goes. It's usually me, protesting the entire time while dad tries to hold me down. And he always just rip my pants off, because I would never voluntarily take them off myself.

This is better, calmer. Why haven't we tried it like this before? Or maybe my dad have tried, and I just wouldn't listen. Guess there is a first for everything.

"Okay dad. I'm ready." I brace myself, closing my eyes and grabbing my dads comforter.

SMACK!

"Ow!" I yelp.

He doesn't hit as hard as he normally does, but it still stings.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He gives me five hard and fast swats on my right cheek, and then he stops for a while, stroking my back again. I manage not to cry out.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He does the same on my left cheek, and this time I whimper a bit. This hurts so bad, no one is better at delivering a spanking than my dad.

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

"ahh... dad...ow...ow..."

He spanks me ten times right across my bottom, really hard. I can't stop myself from crying, partly from the pain, but mostly from the guilt and the humiliation.

He stops spanking me.

"Stand up an unfasten your pants, Edward" He says, and I obey him. I just want this over with.

I lay back down over my fathers lap, and he strokes my hair for a brief moment.

"Good boy" He whispers before starting the punishment again.

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

He spanks me so hard that I cry out loud. I haven't been spanked like this in a long time, and I forgot how much it actually hurts!

"OWW! Daddy... please, I'm sorry! I won't do it again...ow...please stop, dad!" I cry and kick my legs, not that it's helping. He continues to firmly spank me.

"I hope this will teach you not to lie to me or your mother again" He start to lecture me.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"oww...I promise, dad! I'll never lie to you again! ow, ow, ow! Please, dad, it hurts.." My venom tears stream down my face and I cry and sob loudly. I can't bare this pain, it hurts so much!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

" Are you going to obey us from now on, and be a good boy?" He asks me and delivers five more smacks right across my bottom, making me kick my legs harder.

"Yes, sir, I swear! Ow, it'hurts...please, please, stop. It hurts daddy" I must sound pathetic, but I can't help myself. I just want this to end.

"Okay baby, five more then we're done."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The last five is super hard, and I scream out my pain. I only got 40 swats, but they were so hard, it felt like my bottom was on fire.

My dad strokes my back once again, trying to calm me down.

"It's okay baby, it's over. You're forgiven." He helps me up so I sit in his lap, and I hug him tightly. He wraps his arms around me, and it makes me feel so safe. I cling to him, holding the back of his shirt in a tight grip. I never want to let go. I cry out all my pain and guilt, until I don't have anymore tears to shed. I just sniffle and continue to cling to my father.

"My beautiful baby, I'm sorry I had to do that. I love you so much." He whispers, kissing the top of my head.

"I love you to, daddy" I sniffle.

He kisses my head again and I can feel him smiling. I know from reading his mind that his heart melts every time I call him daddy or say that I love him. I really should do that more often. He tells me he loves me all the time, and he always make sure I feel loved.

"You are the best dad in the world" I tell him sincerely, and snuggle a bit closer to him.

" You have no idea how glad those words make me, Edward. Daddy loves you so much, more than you can imagine."

We sit like this for the longest time. I melt into my dads warm embrace, and I feel perfectly safe and happy.