Chapter 1

I Ran From Dad…Once

A/N: I have often wondered what happened whenever I read a reference to NOT running whenever Carlisle was ready to punish you with a spanking. I saw a lot of references but no story. So I wrote one last night.

Warning: This story contains spankings of teenage vampire. If you don't like that sort of story, please don't read this one then. I have other stories out there that may appeal to you better. I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, just my imagination.

"…And I want you in my study right now!" Carlisle said forcefully to a wide-eyed Emmett.

Emmett hung his head and answered, "Yes, Dad," and headed to the study to await his discussion with our father who was pacing the floor trying to calm down before he headed upstairs.

"Honey, can we please leave?" asked Bella. "I really don't want to be here for this discussion with poor Emmett."

"Alright, let's go for a walk."

As we rounded the building we saw Emmett looking out the window at the forest longingly. Edward winced at his thoughts and then relaxed.

"What just happened?" Bella asked knowing I had picked up some of Emmett's thoughts.

"He was considering making a run for it. But his memory proved to be the greater deterrent so he chose to stay and take his punishment. It's always much better that way," I explained to her.

"Why? That's the second time I've heard references to not running from Carlisle when you get in trouble. How bad can he be?" Bella asked curiously. "Carlisle can be strict at times, but what's the deal?"

"Well, I can only tell you my story as to what happened. It would be up to Emmett to tell you his. Jasper has had the good sense to never run. He has Alice to warn him, plus his training in the military taught him to learn to take his punishment. But for me, I had to learn things the hard way."

"Uh oh, was my baby a naughty boy? Did his daddy have to correct some behaviors?" she asked me teasingly. Bella knew we were sometimes punished with spankings, so I figured I would just tell her my story.

There was this one time I ran away from a spanking. Carlisle told me I was going to get it because I had snuck into town to get some books without permission. I just figured I could run into town, get the books and be back before dad ever knew I had left. I was running so fast, however, I caused an accident and the buggy that hit me was cracked and everybody thought I was hurt. I skedaddled out of there before anyone realized who I was. Unfortunately, someone from the hospital was there and although he didn't know Carlisle was my father, he was describing the accident he witnessed to him and some other doctors and nurses and how the red headed kid just seemed to disappear so quickly, people were not sure if he was ever there.

It didn't take Carlisle but a moment to figure out what had happened. Carlisle took a break from the hospital to run home that night and check on me. He saw my torn clothes and my new book and put two and two together and I got, "You're getting a spanking when I get home in the morning so just be prepared, young man. You know better!"

I was mortified. I had already had one of his spankings before and I didn't like it nor did I want another one. I figured I would go hide out for a couple of days and let him cool off some and then when I got back he would be so happy to see me he would forget all about the idea of a spanking.

Bell was having trouble holding a straight face at my thoughtless logic.

Not such a good idea in hindsight. My father hunted me down when he got home. He was obviously a better tracker than I was and he found me in the old abandoned caves in no time. He then proceeded to spank my behind right there in the caves.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I hollered and screamed so much, my voice was hoarse. My butt was on fire and my dad was upset that I had disobeyed him, caused a scene and I ran from him.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Carlisle, please! I'm sorry, Dad! Please, I won't do it again. I promise, Father. Please, Daddy.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I just hung my head and cried my tearless sobs until I realized he had stopped. He allowed me up and I went for my after spanking hug.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I won't ever do that again," I said as I clung to him.

"Let's go home and get this over with," he said to me as we headed out of the cave.

I stopped walking, "Huh, we just did…I mean you just…Dad, you already…" I couldn't finish a thought.

"No, Son, this was a preliminary warm-up because you ran away from your punishment. That's what this spanking was for. You've got another one coming when we get home and that one will be bare."

I started backing away. Big mistake! "Nooooo! Dad, please. I learned my lesson," I pleaded as my father grabbed me by the upper arm and my ear and pulled me home for the second spanking waiting on me.

"I need to make sure you never run from me again, young man," Carlisle spoke sternly.

"I won't, Dad. I promise. Ow, ow, ow, ow!"

He would not let go of my ear. You would think as a vampire these little punishments would not be so effectively painful. They were, though. Hello, doctor for a father; got the anatomy thing down to a science, literally. The man could get his point across in no uncertain terms.

Before I knew it we were heading up the steps. I started to panic and he gave me some very insistent reminder slaps to my butt that propelled me up the stairs and into the house.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

I yelped and ran to my room already crying for what was about to happen.

"Please, Dad, I swear it won't happen again. You know me, Dad. I can learn fast. You said so yourself, remember? I'm sorry I ran. It won't happen again…please. Don't spank me again."

I begged relentlessly, past embarrassment or shame. This man could spank and it hurt and I wouldn't be able to sit down the rest of the day as it was. Not that I needed to sit but it had become a habit I was developing whenever I read and I needed to be able to sit to play the piano. At this rate it would be two or three days before my butt would heal enough for me to sit comfortably.

"Edward, I want you in that corner; nose touching it. Don't move or say a word until I say so," he commanded me, brooking no argument at this point.

"Yes, Sir. Are you still going to spank me again?" I winced at how much I sounded like a five year old.

"Yes, I most certainly am," he replied truthfully. "You have one hour to contemplate what you've done wrong and to come up with a proper apology while you're there."

"NOOOOOOOO! I don't want another spanking." Then I tried to get really stupid and stand up to him. "You are NOT going to do that to me again." I moved to exit the room.

"BOY!" Carlisle's voice boomed. I froze.

I saw my fear reflected in his mind as he watched me quickly move back to my place in the corner. Whatever fit I was about to throw, that one word rocked me to my bones and I returned to face my punishment. A mad Carlisle and a spanking was not a good mix. He left for a while but I didn't dare move. If this was to be a test of wills, I had already lost and was about to pay for my willfulness again.

I silently prayed, but I knew it was not going to change his mind. I just wanted it to be quick since I had already had my backside blistered once today.

He returned later and sat on the end of my chaise lounge. "Come here, Edward," he asked quietly.

A/N: Thank you to my wonderful new beta, Dollybigmomma for helping me with correcting my errors.

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