Fathers and Sons: Emmett

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Warning: This story contains disciplinary spanking of a teenage vampire. If you do not like this, then DON'Tbother reading or flaming me.

Thoughts spoken to or head by Edward will be italicized.

Summary: Emmett has trouble following rules. This time though, his disobedience leads to a nasty confrontation and he finds himself on the receiving end of his father's wrath.

A/N: HI! Finally after months and months of work I've finished my story! It seems with every story I write it gets harder and harder to come up with new material. Bella is definitely my easiest character to write about. Anyways, here is the long awaited story on Emmett's first spanking. As always, I want everyone to know that I've put a lot of effort into these stories. I hope you enjoy my portrayal of Emmett!

This is the 3rd story in my First Time series. It's not necessary to read the other two (Edward and Rosalie) to understand everything, but i would definitely recommend it. Also, I've written two stories with Bella if anyone is interested!

Prologue:

What the hell was I thinking? Why can't I just listen for once, instead of allowing my emotions to get the better of me? I can't believe I did that. I'm just so damn stupid! I always have to go and make things worse. Well, after today I swear I will never disobey Pops or Mom again. That is, if I survive the day, and right now my future is not looking too bright.

Chapter 1: Oops

Emmett's POV:

CRASH!

Oops, I thought while looking at the shattered china cabinet. Broken plates, cups, and other no doubt expensive items were littered all over the floor. Shit, Mom and Pops are going to kill me. This is the third time I've broken something this month by playing ball in the house, which unfortunately I'm not supposed to do.

Damn it, how am I going to explain this, I thought worriedly. Maybe if I clean up the mess and throw everything away they will never notice.

"Do you really think that's going to work?" I heard my annoying brother Edward ask.

I turned and saw him leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, surveying the mess with an incredulous look.

Throwing him a pleading look, I begged, "Please help me clean this up Eddy before the old folks get home."

Edward bit his lip as I thought. Please brother. He then sighed before nodding his head and coming over.

"Ha! You're the best little brother ever, you know that!" I cried, slapping him on the back.

He rolled his eyes before replying, "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm older than you?"

"Not physically older, and that's what matters," I answered him with a triumphant smile.

I began to grab the broken pieces of the china cabinet as Edward picked up the broken plates and cups.

"You know they're going to find out right?" he suddenly asked. "You're just making it worse on yourself by trying to hide this. And now you're bringing me down with you," he said with a shake of his head as we walked outside.

"Don't be so damn pessimistic!" I told him. "We don't even use that cabinet or anything that was in it, so why would they notice?"

Edward opened his mouth to reply before suddenly freezing.

I looked at him in concern. "What's wrong, bro?"

"What's wrong indeed," I heard someone say behind me, and I immediately turned around to see my father with his arms crossed, staring at me with a raised eyebrow. His gaze flicked between Edward and me, and then over to the broken pieces we had yet to pick up.

He sighed in exasperation before pinching the bridge of his nose. Looking at us in disappointment, he then asked, "What happened?"

I swallowed nervously, wild excuses flying through my head. Next to me Edward threw me a look that clearly said, 'you tell him'.

"Edward didn't do anything," I finally answered. "He was just helping me clean up."

Carlisle glanced at Edward to confirm what I had said before looking back at me with stern eyes. Edward quietly left, throwing me a sympathetic look as he went.

"What happened?" he asked once more.

"Well, I, you see it happened like this, I, um…" I began, trying to come up with some plausible excuse. Finding none, I sadly decided to tell the truth. "I was playing ball, and as I went to catch I sort of, well ran into the china cabinet," I explained quietly before looking down at my shoes.

"Emmett, son, look at me," Carlisle ordered firmly.

When I looked up he began to speak. "Why would you do something both your mother and I have expressly forbidden you from doing? This is the third time this month you have broken something while playing ball in the house, which you know is not allowed. Why can't you just do it outside?" he questioned with a good amount of exasperation.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno," I answered untruthfully, and he just pursed his lips before shaking his head. It was more fun doing it inside as there were more obstacles to avoid, but I wasn't about to tell him that. Jeez, old people have no sense of fun.

"I'm sorry Pops," I eventually mumbled, not liking the disappointed look he was giving me.

He sighed. "You are always sorry Emmett. I would really appreciate it if you would just learn to follow the rules son. They are there for a reason," he lectured softly.

I mutely nodded my head in response, having heard this lecture many times over. I was more interested in what my punishment would be.

Heaving another sigh, he then told me, "Since this is not the first time we have had this conversation I will not let you off with a mere warning. Instead, you are grounded for two weeks Emmett." My jaw dropped as I stared at him in shock. What the hell?

"Two weeks?" I cried indignantly. "All I did was break something! It's not like you don't have the money to buy another cabinet." This was so unfair!

"Two weeks," he repeated, narrowing his eyes at me. "And it is not so much about you breaking something as it is about your disobedience. You need to learn to do as you are told."

I sighed discontentedly before suddenly remembering something. Tomorrow was the spring carnival in town, something I had been looking forward to for months. I had always loved carnivals when I had been human and this would be the first one I would be attending since my change.

"Pops," I began hesitantly, "Does this mean I can't go the carnival tomorrow?"

He frowned and looked over at the mess I had made. Turning back to me he gave me a sympathetic look before replying, "Yes, I am afraid it does. There is always the summer carnival."

"But that's not fair!" I burst out in anger. "You know I've been looking forward to this, how can you keep me from going?"

Pops sighed unhappily, but did not relent. "I am sorry Emmett, but you broke the rules and now you must suffer the consequences. This is not the first time we have had a discussion over your penchant for disobedience."

I glared at him while growling lowly.

His gaze immediately hardened, and he took a step towards me as he gave a low growl back. "Emmett Cullen, you know better than to growl at me," he scolded in a hard tone.

When I just lowered my eyes, he came over and patted my shoulder comfortingly. "Clean this up before your mother sees," he ordered before walking into the house.

Rosalie's POV:

Esme and I were laughing as we walked out of the forest. "You're joking," I asked her in disbelief.

"No," she said in amusement, shaking her head, "It is all true. He could not look me in the face for weeks."

We burst into laughter once more when I suddenly noticed Emmett piling broken pieces of furniture and china into the garbage bin. Oh no, I thought, amusement quickly leaving me. What did you do this time Emmy?

I glanced over at my mother and saw that she had taken notice as well. She frowned before walking over towards my husband, and I followed.

"Emmett, what is this?" Esme asked calmly when she reached him, pointing at the debris in the trash can.

"Mom!" Emmett crowed with a winning smile. "How was hunting?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes at his dismal attempt at changing the subject.

"Emmett," our mother repeated with a stern look, and he slowly lost his smile.

"Um, well this is your china cabinet," he said with a guilty look.

I gave my husband a sympathetic look as I watched our mother give him a glare.

"And how exactly did it break?" Esme asked.

Emmett sighed before quietly mumbling out a hesitant reply. "I may have accidentally run into it when I was playing catch with myself."

I groaned internally at the stupidity of my buffoon of a husband. Jeez Em, really?

"You did what?" Esme then asked in a scandalized tone. I couldn't help but agree with her. Mom and Dad had told him tons of times not to play in the house like that, but he continued to do it. He just wouldn't learn and I didn't understand why.

"Aw, Mom, please don't be mad. Pops already lectured me, and he grounded me for two weeks!" he replied with an earnest look. "He told me I can't go to the carnival Mom, can you believe that? I've been looking forward to it for ages!" he complained.

"You can't go anymore?" I asked in disappointment. I had been so looking forward to us going together, and I knew how much he wanted to go. He had told me multiple times of all the memories he had of carnivals from when he was a human.

Esme threw me a silencing look before turning her gaze back on Emmett.

"I am sorry Emmett, but I agree with your father. You need to learn to obey our rules, whether you like it or not," she said firmly.

I watched as my husband wilted with every word and my heart went out to him.

"But Mama, please," he begged with wide eyes. "I'm sorry and I promise to never play ball in the house again," he told her, giving her his big puppy dog eyes.

"Emmett that is enough!" I suddenly heard my father yell out. He walked over to us and wrapped an arm around Esme.

"You are grounded for two weeks and it is not up to discussion. Perhaps missing this carnival will teach you how serious your mother and I are about you following our rules. Now go to your room," he ordered with a stern look, pointing towards the house.

Emmett threw my mother one last pleading look, but she shook her head and said, "Do as your father says Emmett and go to your room."

Emmett hung his head before sullenly marching off to our bedroom. I watched him go sadly before turning towards my parents with a pleading look of my own.

"Come on you guys, can't you let him go? He's been looking forward to this for weeks!" I told them.

"No," my father responded, turning his stern eyes onto me. "He needs to learn to do as he is told. I know his punishment may seem harsh to you, but he needs to learn to listen to your mother and I. If he gets in the habit of doing as he pleases, his disobedience may end up with much worse consequences than broken furniture."

I sighed, understanding what he meant, but not liking it. "But still," I tried to plead once more, "why can't you let him go and ground him longer?"

"No," my father repeated firmly, and I knew any more pleading would be futile.

"Fine," I replied in irritation before heading towards my bedroom. I had best go and cheer Emmett up.

Carlisle's POV:

I watched with a frown as my daughter marched off to hers and Emmett's bedroom. Sighing softly, I looked down at my wife in slight exasperation. She returned the look while shaking her head.

"How was your day at work?" she asked, directing my thoughts away from our burly son.

"It went well," I replied with a teasing smile, "Only three nurses tried to flirt with me today."

She rolled her eyes at me before giving me a small slap on the arm. "Very funny," she said sarcastically.

"I know," I agreed, once more causing her to roll her eyes.

We walked hand in hand inside, both smiling as we heard Edward playing the piano. It sounded like he was composing a new piece.

It sounds very beautiful Edward, I thought to my son. "Thank you," was his quiet reply.

I watched as my wife looked over at the dent in the wall where the china cabinet had been. Shaking her head, she gave me a kiss on the cheek before heading out towards her garden. I went up to our bedroom, showered, and changed into more comfortable clothing before heading to my office to start on paperwork. Looking down at the masses of papers I had, I could not help as my thoughts drifted towards Emmett.

I remembered clearly day I first saw him, and the shock I had felt when Rosalie had brought him to me, begging that I change him. I could not understand how Rosalie, who still had issues with what she was, would willingly ask for another to be changed. I was ready to refuse, believing that she had not really thought this through when I all of a sudden felt a familiar draw towards the wounded boy. It was a draw I had remembered feeling upon meeting Esme, Edward, and then Rosalie. Quickly glancing at Rosalie, she nodded her head at me.

"Yes, you feel it don't you? Please Dad, change him," she begged of me, and I nodded my head.

When Emmett had awoken to this life he had reacted like none of the others. He was immediately accepting once he realized that his 'angel' was a vampire as well. I smiled at the memory of how quickly he and Rosalie had become enamored with each other.

Emmett had brought so much happiness and life to this family, especially Rosalie. It was obvious from the start that he was her soul mate, and I would be hard pressed to find any man more suited for her. I was so grateful to him for the light he brought to my daughter's eyes.

If that was not enough though, he immediately took in Edward as his little brother, much to Edward's annoyance. Edward took no time at all in accepting this new member into our family, which was a huge relief to me. Those two bonded and acted as brothers from the get go, although it took Edward a little time to get used to the constant teasing. I chuckled, remembering Edward's complaints to me and his expression when I had told him to give Emmett as good as he got, within reason of course.

Emmett also immediately took well to Esme and me. He accepted us wholeheartedly as his parents, and within weeks was calling Esme "Mom", and me "Pops". Esme was beyond ecstatic at having another son in our brood, especially one as loving as Emmett. He was always very affectionate to his mother, giving her bear hugs and kisses on the cheek.

I myself was overjoyed at having another son. His instant acceptance and love for all of us immediately relieved me of any guilt I may have harbored for changing him. Yes, my big bear of a son had certainly changed things for us, and for the better.

He was a wild one though, I recalled with a slight grimace, remembering his newborn days and all the damage he had caused. Thankfully he had finally grown out of that phase, although he still continued to be a troublemaker. He always spoke his mind, sometimes saying things he should not. He loved to have fun, and he was always coming up with new ways to entertain himself, many times coaxing Edward to go along with his wild ideas.

His desire for fun is what has landed him into most trouble though, I thought, frowning as I remembered what he had done today. Emmett could be a kind and loving individual when he wanted to be, but if things did not go his way he would become disrespectful and defiant. I had yet to spank the boy, but I had a feeling I would need to take him in hand soon. He was beginning to have serious problems with obeying what I or his mother said.

From what he had told me of his human days it sounded as though he had done whatever he pleased. I knew this was why he chafed under our rules and why he was always testing the limits to see what he could get away with. He was growing bolder every day though, and I had an uneasy feeling that it would not be long before he would outright challenge my authority. I sighed, hoping I was wrong.

I thought back to earlier today and sighed once more. Although I felt guilty about making Emmett miss the carnival, I hoped it would help teach him to follow the rules. I had meant what I told Rosalie. Emmett needed to learn to do as I told him because if he got into the habit of disobeying me for little rules like this, then it would not be long before he would disobey my more serious rules.

I could not help but feel bad for the boy though. When I had grounded him it had not occurred to me that I would be making him miss the carnival this weekend. I knew how excited he was to go as he had been talking of little else for several weeks. Also, aside from the fun, the carnival would have been Emmett's first big test of his control over his thirst. We had taken him around humans, but never large groups, so we thought this would be the perfect test.

I ran a hand through my hair. This was going to be a tough weekend. Everyone in the household had been planning to attend, and while Esme and I probably would not go now, I was not going to stop Edward or Rosalie. Yes, it was going to be a very long weekend.

Emmett's POV:

I lay on my bed glaring angrily at nothing in particular. I can't believe he's forbidding me from going to the carnival! Talk about cruel and unusual punishment. He knows how badly I want to go, the jerk!

I huffed angrily, trying to come up with some way to get him to change his mind. It's hopeless! Once that old man makes up his mind then there's no changing it, I mused dispiritedly.

I sat up when the door opened and in walked my lovely Rosalie. She gave me a loving, but sympathetic smile before I got up, wrapped her in my arms, and swung her around.

"Emmett," she said with a laugh, "put me down!"

I immediately acquiesced and then gave her a passionate kiss. Breaking away, she looked up at me and said, "I'm sorry about the carnival Emmett."

I sighed, sitting down on the bed again. "It's alright," I said with a shrug, not really meaning it.

She gave me a sad smile and sat down next to me. "You're lying Em," she said. "I know how much you've been wanting to go."

"It just sucks!" I raged at her abruptly. "I mean, he knows how much I've been looking forward to this! All I did was break a cabinet, a cabinet we never use, and it's not like we can't afford a new one!" I complained while standing up and pacing the room angrily.

"Emmett," she remarked, "Dad said it's not so much about you breaking something as it is about you disobeying him all the time. I mean, you know not to play catch in the house, so why do you continue to do it?" she asked, mildly exasperated.

"I don't know," I said, scuffing my shoes on the floor. "It's more fun to play in the house, and I was bored," I tried to explain.

When all Rosalie did was shake her head at me, I growled lowly. "Okay, I know it was stupid! But he doesn't have to be an ass about it!"

"Shh!" Rosalie said abruptly with a glare. "Do you want Dad or Mom to hear you saying that?"

I quieted instantly, listening around the house to see if Mom or Pops had heard. I relaxed when I heard nothing.

"You shouldn't insult Dad like that. I know the punishment sucks, but I can't say you don't deserve it Em. You've been breaking a lot of rules lately, so you really shouldn't act so surprised that your punishment isn't a slap on the wrist," she told me. "Besides, at least he's not blistering your backside."

"Yeah, well I'd probably prefer that to this," I responded, irritated that she was siding with the old geezer.

Rose raised her eyebrows at me in disbelief before shaking her head. "Take it from someone who's been there Emmett. Trust me, a grounding is always better than Dad taking a strip out of your hide," she informed me with a slight shudder.

I shrugged my shoulders at her. "Maybe for you babe, but I'm a big strong guy, I can take anything he dishes out," I boasted.

She narrowed her eyes at me in response. "Look Emmett, even Edward would tell you the same thing."

"Pfft! Yeah, well Edward can be a big baby at times," I countered

Throwing her hands up in defeat, Rosalie then replied in exasperation, "Fine then! If you're so sure, then why don't you go ask Dad if he'll spank you instead of grounding you?" She crossed her arms, and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Fine!" I stated. "I'll go do that right now!"

Rose's mouth opened in surprise as I made my way for the door. She then grabbed my arm and said, "Wait Emmett, I was joking! Anyways, you're not supposed to leave your room without permission."

Damn it, I thought angrily, she's right. Well, I guess I'll just yell that I need to talk to him. However, when I went to open my mouth Rosalie put her hand over it and gave me a scandalized look. "Emmett, I wasn't really serious. Don't do this because I promise you'll regret it if he agrees."

I considered her words before deciding it was worth the risk. If allowing the old jerk to wallop me would mean I could go to the carnival, then it would definitely be worth it. I mean, I'd been punished like that as a human, and it hadn't been that bad. I could handle a little pain.

"Pops, I want to talk to you!" I suddenly yelled, causing Rosalie to groan out loud. "You are an idiot," she hissed at me before walking out of the room.

"In my office Emmett!" I heard Carlisle reply, and I quickly set off towards it. Once there, I opened the door and stepped inside to find him sitting at his desk. Closing the door I walked over and took a seat.

"What is it son?" he asked me curiously.

"I, um," I began to say, suddenly feeling nervous. Come on Emmett, get a hold of yourself!

"I want to talk about my punishment," I told him seriously. There, that wasn't so hard now, was it?

Carlisle responded with a raised eyebrow before saying, "I told you before Emmett that it was not up to discussion."

I clenched my teeth angrily before replying, "Look, just hear me out. What if you—can't you just…," I trailed off. I can do this, I can do this. Taking a deep breath I asked, "Can't you just wallop me instead of grounding?"

Both Carlisle's eyebrows rose in surprise, and he leaned back in his chair. Lacing his fingers behind his head, I watched as his lips twitched as though he were fighting back a smile.

"Well?" I prodded him, not liking the amused look in his eye.

"No," was his simple response.

"Why not?" I whined. "I'd still be getting a punishment!" What's his deal? It sounded like a fair trade to me.

"Emmett," he told me with a small smile, "I will not spank you so you can go the carnival. For one, you have not done anything to deserve it. Secondly, how would it be a punishment if you got what you wanted in the end? Thirdly, I do not believe you truly understand what you are asking for. You really do not want me to spank you," he advised, "trust me."

I glared at him angrily, which only caused him to sigh. "Son, go back to your room. I will not change my mind."

"Please Pops!" I begged, "I'll take any other punishment if it means I can go to the carnival."

"No Emmett," he replied, suddenly stern. "I am sorry, but you need to learn a lesson. We have rules for a reason, and you need to learn to follow them. End of discussion."

I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to argue. Pops continued to gaze at me with stern eyes, so I just stood up and stormed out of the office.

A/N: So, what'd you think? Like, no like? PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

For those wondering, I figured Emmett would already consider Carlisle and Esme as his parents since he has such an easy going nature. I didn't think he would be like Edward or Rosalie who had doubts about their place in the family.

Oh yeah, for those who did not read my first A/N, this is the 3rd story in my First Time series. Not necessary to read the other two (Edward and Rosalie) to understand this one, but I would definitely recommend it. Also, I have two stories with Bella if you're interested.

I've already written the entire story so I'll update once a day. Total of 8 chapters.