The Suit.
Disclaimer: I'm not own Twilight, Mrs. Meyer is.
Warning: This Story Contains Disciplinary Spanking of a teenage vampire. Don't like? DO NOT READ. The story contains grammar errors and misspellings too, I'm sorry, English is not my first language.
-Chapter 5-
Carlisle's POV.
I called to my son's room once. But he didn't response. I called again.
-Come, dad. – His voice was almost a whisper.
I found him lying face down on his bed; the room was replete of nervous and fears, the waves hit me as a whip.
-Jazz, come up here, son… I need to talk to you.
He slowly got up from the bed and looked at me. We looked each other for a minute; his beautiful golden eyes were filled in tears.
-I'm sorry, dad! I'm so sorry! I never wanted be disrespectful with you, I never wanted destroy the suit, or hurt Alice's feelings, or lie to you, or…. I was j-just scared; I tried t-to tell you, but….
I didn't let him finish, I pulled my son in a hug, rubbing his back and hair.
-Shhhhh, Jazz… It's okay, my boy, it's okay, I know… I know… let it out.
Oh, god… Please, I need strength, please… how I will spank this boy? How?
Emmett's POV.
Edward Alice, Esme and I were on the forest, no hunting, we just want to talk.
-Boys… you know you're in serious trouble, right? –Esme asked.
-Yes, Ma'am – We answered.
-I can't believe this… you are my brothers, HE IS YOUR BROTHER! How did you dare to hide that? I was torturing the love of my life and you didn't do anything to stop it. –Alice yelped she was in tears.
-Alice, please… listen to us. We tried, we really tried, Jasper told me the next night you bought the suit, he was crying and trembling, he told me he needed time to be secure of himself, I thought that was the best idea, if I would told to you against his will… imagine what would happens, Alice… try to understand. – I explained to her.
-Time!? For what, Emmett? For this?
-No, Alice, of course not, this wasn't our intention, he's our little brother, and we would never think in do something to hurt him Alice… Please! –I began despairing.
She thought for a minutes, I thought those minutes were eternals. She sighed and nodded her head.
-You're right. Is not your fault… it's mine.
-No, honey- Esme in action. – Is not anyone's fault. You brothers did the thing they considered right, Jazz was scared, and he wasn't thinking… you tried to talk to him, to support him. So was Rosalie, Carlisle, and I. The only guilty here is… him.
All of us knew she was not talking about Jasper, she was talking about… 'J'.
Alice nodded, she hugged Edward and me for finally go to cry with Esme.
I looked to Edward.
-He doesn't deserve a punishment- I told him.
-I know… I'm about going there and stop Carlisle; I need all my will strength for stay here.
-So I am. You know him; the only idea to receive spanking terrorizes him.
-Breath…. We can.
Carlisle's POV.
When Jasper stopped crying he sat on his bed and just looked at me.
-Son. I know the memories about the suit and about than man were torturing you, but you had to tell us.
-I know, dad… I'm sorry.
-Have I ever give you a reason for don't trust in me?
-No, never, sir.
-So, why, Jazz?
-I didn't want to hurt you! Hurt this family!
-Son, you hurt us with your silence. You know I will be always here for you, so will Esme, your brothers, sister and Alice. We are a family; Jazz… we'll here for whatever you want. But you knew that… right?
-Yes, dad… knew, I was so scared to talk with you.
-What about Emmett?
-He… I don't know… I just…. I always tell everything to him.
-I know he is your brother, Jasper and I know you trust in him as a closer friend, I understand but the three of you, I mean… Emmett, Edward and you had to talk with Esme or me.
-Yes, dad… I know.
-Now, in the forest… I know you were scared, but the most intelligent thing you should have done was try calm yourself and talk to me, disrespectful attitude, yelps and curses are never the solution, and I'm saying this for two things, for what happened in the forest and for what happened with your mother in the store.
My son seemed to think, after a few seconds, he seemed as he remembered what I was talking about.
-For don't talk about your missed classes. I don't want you never again for hide something to us, or lie to us about something like this. Am I clear young man?
-Yes, Dad. I'm sorry.
-I know you are, Jazz… And I'm sorry have to this.
He looked at me, he looks scared.
-D- do what? – His voice broke, so did my heart.
I sighed and steeled myself.
-No… no! –He began at the same time he tries to run away from me, but I grabbed him by his upper arm.
-Yes. - That was the only word I said.
-Son, lying, no trusting, missed classes, disrespectful attitude. Don't you think you deserve a punishment?
-Yes… no… yes… no! I don't know, Carlisle! I was scared.
-I know you were. Now over my knee, Jazz.
-No! Get away from me!
I sighed. Jasper could be my warrior, my soldier, but he was my youngest… so… this is like spank a seventeen years old boy. Always a battle.
-Listen to me, Jasper. I won't ask again, lie over my knee or I will do it for you.
-NO, DAD! Please… NO! I'm sorry, so sorry! Please! – He started, and with each word, my soul would fall to the floor.
I force him over my lap, he didn't lose time, and he started squirming, I smacked him once.
-Stay still.
I don't know if he didn't hear me or he didn't do what I say just because he didn't want to.
His movements helped me a lot; he raised his hips, so… I had an easier access to the button of his jeans; I unfasten them so fast and pulled them down to his thighs. He passed a hand over his butt and I grabbed his wrist to pull it on his lower back.
-NO! LET ME UP! – He screamed, but I ignored him.
When I hooked my hands at the waistband of his boxers, an embarrassment wave hit me.
-NO! NOT BARE! PLEASE DAD!
He was acting so strange. So, I stopped.
-Jazz, lay still… I won't spank you yet. I need you for listen to me.
He froze instantly.
-Son, you've been spanked before… Why is this time different than last times?
-I-I- I don't k-know. Please, d-don't… daddy.
-Easy, my boy… take it easy. Do you need me to remain the rules?
He nodded his head once; I knew he was just doing this for win time.
-Alright, I'm going to take down your jeans and your boxers, I won't use anything but my hand, you have to stay as still as you can, no kicking and no wriggle.
He nodded again.
-So, we'll begin now, are you ready?
-No!
-I'm afraid that's too bad, my boy.
I hooked my hands at the waistband of his boxers again, he groaned, but I ignored him, and I took down his boxers to meet the jeans. An embarrassment wave hit me again, I rubbed his back in comfort and I passed my arm around his waist to hold him down.
-Jasper, are you conscious you won't be punished for the suit in ruins, right?
-Y-yes dad.
-Okay.
I raised my hand and started the spanking.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
-Oww! Owww! Ouchhh! Daaad!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
-Ouuuchh! It hurts!
Just with nine smacks, he started squirming, I pressed my hold on him.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
-Arrrrggghhhh! Daddy! Please, stop… please it hurts, please! I won't do it again..
His begs were broking me down more than I was.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
-NOOO! Please, I'm sorry! I'M SO SORRY! Daddy, please! STOP.
He started kicking as well, when his kicks were a restriction to me, I held his legs down with my right one.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
-Owww! OUCH! Dad! Please no more, please stop, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please NO MORE!
He passed his free hand over his backside; I took it and held it on his back.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
-Ouuuchh! Please, I'm sorry, no more… DAD! It hurts.
His kicks, his movements and his tears were so much to me; I decide to give him the last five swats after stop.
SMACK!
-Owwwww! Please, no more!
SMACK!
-Ouuchhhhh! Daddy, please… - His voice were almost non-understable for the tears.
SMACKK!
-Arrrrrghhhh! – He managed to free his wrist and passed it over his behind. I sighed.
-We're almost done, Jazz… just two more. I held it again and pressed my hold on him.
SMACKK!
-No more! PLEASE, I'LL BE GOOD, I'M SORRY.
-Shhhh… the last one, little one… the last one.
SSMACCKK!
-OOOOOOUUUUUCHHHHH! STOP, DAD… PLEASEEE!
I started rubbed his sit spots for a minute, and then I rubbed his back.
He was just crying over my knee, I pulled his clothes on again, and he yelped when the boxers made contact with his skin.
-It's alright, my boy, it's over… no more, you're done.
He stood up from my lap and I quickly hugged him.
He was crying so loudly.
-Shhhhhhh, Jazz…. It's over, my boy, it's over, little one, no more… no more… you're done, my love…
-I'm sorry, dad, so sorry... – His head were hidden on my chest and I was rubbing circles on his back and with my other hand, patting his blonde curls.
-Shhh, son, you don't have to apologize anymore. You're forgiven, it's okay…
-Dad… I'm…
-Shhh, cielo… silencio ahora, todo está bien, tranquilo.*
-Daddy… you know I don't understand anything when you change your language.
I smiled at him.
-Jazz, you're grounded for the next of the week, no books, no movies, no hang out, no bike, no car, no music…
-But… dad.
Smack!
-Owww! I understand.
-I'm glad… now do you want to say something else or I can call the others?
-Hmmm… Would you mind… hmmm… if I stay with you for a while, just both of us.
I kissed his hair.
-Alright, son… I'm going to stay here.
-Dad…. Just about the books…
I gave him a little warning swat.
-Do you need another trip over dad's knee, my stubborn child?
-No, dad.
A/N: Hi! What do you think, I'd been waiting so much for this chapter, last chapter I just had one review…. (Thank you very much, MissyRog) That made me sad. Please leave me a RR. If you liked.
Oh! And… the meaning of "Shhh, cielo… silencio ahora, todo está bien, tranquilo" Is:
"Shhhh, hush now, honney… everything it's going to be alright, calm"