I went back to work, that's why you're getting this chapter today. I will be in PTC and meetings all day tomorrow.

Remember SM owns the characters. This plot is mine!

Chapter 4

Three days later…

It was late, I had just gotten ready for bed when my phone rang, "little one" I answered.

"Daddy please come quick to the boarding house," she said her little voice trembling.

I jumped off the bed and put on my shoes, "what happened?" I asked.

"There has been a break in."

I got there as fast as I could; there were cops outside, and Isabella ran to meet me.

"What happened?"

"The glass from the front door is broken, someone got inside and ransacked the place."

"Did they take anything?" I asked her.

"We don't know, they're dusting for prints, they not letting anyone in."

"Where you inside?" I asked her.

"No, I had the late shift at the library, I was the one who found the door open," she replied.

"Where's the lady in charge?" I demanded to know.

"She's right there," she said pointing at a lady with black hair and glasses.

"Was anyone hurt?" I asked.

"No, thankfully no," Isabella replied.

"No one was home," she added.

I took her hand and we walked to the other side of the street.

"Thank you for coming Daddy, I was so scared," she told me.

I hugged her to me and sighed in relief as I inhaled her sweet scent. It was unusually cold tonight, Isabella shivered. She was wearing just a cardigan over the blue skater dress. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She looked around quickly and gave me a quick kiss.

About thirty minutes later the crime scene technician finished dusting and taking pictures, they had already taken Isabella's statement, and we were finally able to enter the house. Some of the other girls had arrived and were talking to the host Mrs. Webber.

We reached the second-floor landing and Isabella gasped, "Oh no!"

"What?"

"My door, it's open. I always lock my room because you know… my little stuff is in there and I don't want anyone to see that." She said as she hurried inside the room.

Her hands went to her mouth as she saw the state her room was in. Everything was out of its place, clothes everywhere, mattress overturned. A picture of her lay broken on the floor, but there was something on it, it was red paint, right in the middle of the picture. I looked around the room and nothing else seemed to have paint on it. The paint was splattered on her neck, it was strange.

"Is anything missing?" I asked her.

She frantically started looking for something, a few minutes later she cried again as she held up an empty tin box.

"My money is gone!" I hurried to her side.

"Are you sure?" She nodded.

"Everything is destroyed!" she cried.

"I have nothing," she sobbed.

She sat on the floor in the middle of the room and cried into her hands.

"I have nothing left, everything I've ever owned was in this room," She cried.

I kneeled beside her, "everything is going to be okay Little One," I said.

"No, Edward, I don't have the money to replace all of this!" She said angrily.

"Come on, let's grab what's left and leave, you're not staying here anymore," I told her.

"Where am I going?" she asked.

"With me, you're coming home with me," I said.

She started looking around for anything that wasn't destroyed and started putting it in a suitcase, she went outside the room and came back with a box. She started putting what was left of the décor and the books that were not trashed in it. The trunk at the foot of the bed remained miraculously untouched.

"What's in there?" I asked.

"My most prized possessions, my journals, and my little stuff, I have the key always with me," she said.

We packed everything up and started bringing the boxes and bags downstairs. I saw the other girls checking their rooms, they had been trashed too, but not to the level of Isabella's room. I went out and talked to the cops that were still outside.

"Hello officers," I said.

"Professor Masen, what are you doing here?" Deputy Hunter asked.

"I was in the area and saw the commotion, I'm helping clean up,"

"What can we help you with?" He asked.

"There's one room that's more trashed than the others, did you notice that?" I asked them.

"Yes, that would be Isabella Dwyer's room," he said looking at his notes.

"She found this picture like this, nothing else in the room is damaged with paint," I said.

"We asked Ms. Dwyer to go to the station for further questioning, let me grab an evidence bag and collect that for you," he said.

I had grabbed the frame with a towel, placed it in the bag and sealed it up, and gave it to the technician who was just finishing putting away her gear. She had also been my student a few years ago.

"Please keep me posted on this case," I told them.

"Will do professor," they replied.

I went back inside and Isabella had finished gathering her things, she was talking to a tall blond-haired girl. The girl then gave me a once-over and pursed her lips.

"I'll be okay Rose, I promise, it's not safe to stay here," Isabella said to her.

"I know, but you barely know him," Rose argued.

"We've been going out for a little over a month, and it's not permanent just for a few days until I find somewhere else to stay. You know my job at the library is only until graduation, after that I will have to find another job." Isabella told her.

"Fine, but please keep me updated on where you are okay," she pleaded with her. Isabella nodded and came down the stairs.

"Are you ready?" I asked her.

"Yes, sorry about that, Edward," she said.

Rose was still looking at us.

"Edward, this is Rosalie one of my roommates," she introduced us.

"Does she know?" I whispered to Isabella.

"Yes, she's a sub herself," Isabella confessed.

"Who's your master?" I asked.

Rosalie's gaze lowered at my question.

"Master Emmett McCarthy," she replied.

I had him in many of my subclasses a few years ago, he was about Carlisle's age. A few years younger than me.

"I know him," I told her.

That seemed to relax her, "please take her off her, she has suffered enough," Rosalie pleaded with me.

"I will," I vowed.

I brought the car over and started getting everything in, Isabella went to say goodbye to Mrs. Webber, she had yet to inform the university about what happened. The girls had to be relocated for what was left of the semester. Isabella helped me get her trunk in the car, after that she got in and I closed the door behind her.

I got in and changed the gear to drive, I placed my hand on high on her thigh and hurried back to the apartment. Isabella had fallen asleep, I grabbed her purse and then carried her. I entered my apartment and locked the door, I went straight to my room and laid Isabella on the bed. I took my jacket from her body, I removed her shoes and then her dress. I grabbed the shirt I had been wearing earlier and put it on her, I took off my shoes and drew the covers over us, Isabella buried her head in my chest and sighed.

I smiled and kissed her forehead, "sweet dreams little one"

~ALE~

Isabella was still upset the next day as we unloaded the car and she looked at what was left of her belongings.

"Why would anyone do this? I have nothing left, nothing!" She said exasperated.

She threw some of her stuff everywhere, then she started throwing some of her things against the wall. I had been giving her a chance to cool down but she wasn't doing it.

"That's it, Isabella!" I said.

"What!" She yelled back at me.

"You're not going to destroy my apartment too," I told her.

"I am a nobody, I have nothing, I have no one!" She cried as she threw more things up in the air.

"Isabella calm down," I warned her.

"NO!" She said.

"You don't understand what it is to have nothing, to come from nothing. I worked so hard to have my things and now I don't have anything. I don't even know why would someone do this!" She said.

"Isabella, it's going to be okay, material things are replaceable, just be grateful you're okay." I reasoned with her.

"With whose money? Because I don't have any!" She pointed out.

"And who's going to be okay? I've never been okay a day in my life, after my parents died my life has been hell. Have you ever felt unwanted, or unloved? Because I know what that feels like!" She spat at my face.

"That's it!" I said.

I grabbed her by her waist and brought her to the couch, "put me down! Let me go!" She tried to get off my grip. I laid her across my lap.

"Apologize," I said.

"NO!" She said.

"Little one, apologize," I told her a second time.

She huffed, "no"

"Last chance, apologize or…" I said.

She turned her head to look at me, "or what?" She defied me.

"You're not going to be able to sit on your bottom for the rest of the day," I told her.

She still looked at me with defiance.

"Okay, if that's what you want then that's what you'll get. I'm going to give you ten swats, you have to apologize after each one. If you don't I will give you two more for each time you don't apologize," I warned her.

"Okay, little one?" I asked.

"Yes, sir," she answered, well at least that was something.

I pulled the shirt up and lowered her panties, I raised my hand and for the first time, I spanked her.

"One," I said.

"I'm sorry Daddy,"

"Two"

"I'm sorry Daddy,"

"Three"

"I'm sorry Daddy,"

"Four"

"I'm sorry Daddy,"

I alternated her cheeks, her bottom reddened fast even though I wasn't even spanking her that hard.

"nine,"

"I'm sorry Daddy,"

"Ten,"

"I'm sorry Daddy,"

I put on her panties again, she winced as she tried to sit on my lap and look at me.

"You understand why you were punished?" I asked her.

"I made a mess and yelled at you, I didn't say very nice things. I let my anger get the best of me," she replied.

"Yes, little one"

"I'm sad Daddy, I don't have my things," she cried.

"It's okay darling, I'll buy you new things don't worry," I said.

After that, I applied some healing lotion on her bottom and Isabella spent the rest of the day picking up the mess she'd made. I decided to grade some work and upload some of my student's grades. Later that afternoon I found her asleep on her little bed clutching a big book, it looked like a photo album. I woke her up and gave her a snack, some fruit with milk, and she apologized again.

She went to color in the living room while I prepared dinner, I could see that she was getting upset again while she looked at something on the screen of her phone.

"Isabella, I can hear you whining from here, what is it?" I asked.

"Everyone in the little's group chat is talking about what they're going to wear for graduation, and I have nothing. The money I had saved for the dress was stolen. All of my cash savings are gone." She said as a lonely tear ran down her face, I lifted her chin.

"How much money did you have saved?" I asked her.

"Two thousand dollars," she said.

"Why wasn't that money in the bank?" I asked.

"Because it's the emergency cash. I had it hidden in a box in the closet," she said.

"Did you have a dress in mind?" I asked her.

She nodded, "yes we all have to wear something similar," she said showing me the picture on her phone.

"Which one do you want?" I asked her.

"This one," she said pointing at a turquoise two-piece dress.

"Start the purchase process, I'll go get my wallet," I said.

I put in my payment information and completed the purchase; the dress should arrive in two days. I told her to order shoes too and whatever else she needed. Just as I was going to finish making dinner she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered.

I turned around and looked at her, "Isabella you have to understand that as a daddy, getting you the things, you need is my responsibility, okay." I reminded her.

"Yes Daddy," she replied.

"And for your sake, I do have money okay, I'm not going to go broke just because I spent eighty dollars on a dress," I told her.

"Yes sir," she said.

"Go wash your hands, we're eating in two minutes," I told her.

She sat down on the seat beside mine I placed her plate in front of her, and I made some grilled chicken with mashed potatoes and sautéed vegetables in a light garlic sauce.

"You want milk or soda?" I asked.

"Soda please," she said.

I grabbed two cans from the fridge, from the drawer a pink reusable I'd gotten for her when I went grocery shopping.

She was going to grab the fork to start eating but I stopped her, "no let Daddy," I said. I cut the chicken in pieces and grabbed a little of everything with the fork, Isabella wrapped her lips around the fork and grabbed the bite.

I fed her until she'd finished everything id served on her plate. The results from her blood tests had come in and she was deficient in many vitamins and minerals, Carlisle prescribed her some vitamins, and I was going to start her on them tomorrow. Her other tests were all negative, she was healthy.

Esme came today for the playdate we had scheduled; she and Isabella were painting their nails in the living room while Carlisle and I watched them from the dining table.

"I had to punish her last night," I told him.

"First punishment huh, what did she do?" He asked.

"She threw a tantrum because all of her belongings were trashed in the break in the boarding house suffered. She was very upset about it, but I told her to calm down and she didn't. then she started being disrespectful," I explained.

"Did you ask Esme to approach her about the not being big issue?" I asked.

"Yes, she knows she has to talk to Isabella about it, have you seen any progress?" He asked me.

"Well when the whole break-in thing happened, she handled it very well. I think that was her adult self, and also yesterday when she was being bratty, that was her big self too. That side of her is hidden, we just need it to come out," I said.

"Did you check the therapist for me?" I asked.

"Yes, her name is Dr. Brandon, she specializes in attending to people from our lifestyle, she's very good, she helped Esme overcome her abuse and trust a Dom again," Carlisle explained.

Isabella went to the bathroom and Esme came quickly to us, Carlisle gave her permission to speak.

"She says she doesn't want to be her adult self because adults lie and are not trustworthy. That they don't keep their promises," Esme explained.

"I told her that when I was in my big or woman mindset I was a good nurse, and that I loved being able to take care of people through my job."

"She told me she wants to work because she wants to have money and also because she loves books, and she loves to write. She showed me some of the things she's written, and I think they're good. You should check them out Master Edward," she said and went back to the living room.

"I'll call the therapist and set up a trial session, there's more than what she's telling us," I said.

"Isabella you mean," Carlisle said, I nodded.

We had some dinner and then Esme and Carlisle left.

I approached Isabella about going to therapy and she was not opposed to it, she said that she has gone before when she was younger. If she was willing it was good, I added a sticker to her chart and she smiled at me. I asked her to get ready for bed, and she went and did as told.

"I'm sorry little one but you don't get to sleep in Daddy's bed tonight, is part of your punishment remember? I told you that it was a privilege and you lost it with your outburst," I said.

She lowered her head, "yes, Daddy." She said.

I kneeled in front of her, "is just for tonight okay," I reassured her.

"Will you hold me until I fall asleep?" She pleaded.

She looked for her paci and sat on my lap, I wrapped my arms around her and rocked her until her eyes fluttered and she fell asleep. I rocked her for a few more minutes just to make sure she was truly asleep. I then tucked her in and kissed her forehead. I removed the pacifier from her mouth and set it on the table. I tried to sleep but I couldn't, I missed having her wrapped around me. I was tempted to bring her to my bed, but that would be wrong, she needed to learn her lesson.

The next morning, I was cranky as hell, Isabella welcomed me in the kitchen with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon and my cup of coffee.

"Thank you, baby girl,"

"You are welcome Daddy," she said sitting beside me and eating her breakfast.

Three days later…

Isabella had gone out for her last shift at the library, but that was hours ago. It's pouring outside, and I'm worried. She only took her bicycle, I tried calling her but she didn't answer. I was at my wit's end, thinking of a million possible outcomes. I called everyone she knew looking for her, I even went out in the car and looked for her but I couldn't find her anywhere. I went back to the apartment both worried and angry.

Two hours later Isabella finally appeared, she was completely wet. My anger resurfaced when I saw her.

"What sort of time do you call this? Where the hell have you been!" I yelled at her.

"Daddy I…" she started.

"Don't daddy me, I'm very upset right now" I warned her.

"My phone…"

"Why do you even have one if you're not going to answer it? Tell me where the fuck where you!" I yelled at her, and she recoiled away from me, tears in her eyes. She was just standing there not saying anything, her silence angered me more.

"I was… um, they followed me and I ran, and I fell but they caught me and…" she said incoherently.

"You didn't call me to tell me where you went, you didn't come home at the time you were supposed to. You didn't answer your phone and you didn't answer my questions," I told her.

"It's five swats per infraction, you will receive twenty spankings. After that, you're going to change into some dry clothes put those you have on in the dryer, and you're going to bed without having dinner. I don't want to see or hear you for the rest of the night," I said. She pulled down her jeans and panties and lay across my knee.

"You're going to say 'I'm sorry for worrying you, daddy' after each swat if you don't say it I'm adding two more for every time you stay quiet. Is that clear?" I explained.

"Yes Sir," she replied, I wasn't Daddy right now.

She complied with her punishment and went to do as I told her, I ignored her for the rest of the night, and I could hear her sobbing in the other room. I didn't dare to see what was wrong, she needed to again learn her lesson. I was worried sick.

The next morning, I woke up and headed for the bathroom, I noticed Isabella wasn't in her bed. I opened the bathroom door and my heart fell to my feet…

What happened to Isabella? Were Edward's actions fair? Let me hear you, thanks for reading!

*Remember I'm open to suggestions for play time*