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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.
A/N: WELCOME to the LAST chapter of Fathers and Sons: Emmett! You guys have all been AWESOME readers and reviewers, so I'm saying a big THANK YOU! You all are the reason I keep writing!
So, here's the second chapter and a little wrap up, hope you ENJOY!
Chapter 8: Not So Different After All
Its evening time and Pops is due home any moment now. I lay on my bed with my head buried into my pillow and I barely hold back a yell. I have been cooped up in this room all day trying to distract myself form my impending punishment, so naturally it is the only thing I've been able to think about. My ass is still sore from yesterday and the thought of another spanking is seriously starting to freak me out. I know Pops said it wouldn't be as bad as yesterdays, but right now I can't even sit down without being in pain, which pretty much means no matter how easy he goes on me, it's still going to hurt like hell!
I finally let out a frustrated yell causing Rosalie to jump and give me a fierce glare. She's been with me the whole day trying to help me stay calm, but I was pretty sure her patience with me was worn thin.
"Sorry babe," I mumble miserably, which causes her glare to soften. She sighs softly and opens her mouth to say something, but is cut off by the sound of knocking on our door.
"C'mon in," I say, and my Mom walks in. She gives me a sad yet loving look and I bury my head into my pillow once more.
I hear as someone walks out and then feel as someone sits down next to me on the bed. I can tell from the scent that it is my mother.
"I'm sorry," I tell her in a muffled voice.
"I know Emmett," she says lovingly, "and I have already forgiven you." I turn my head to look at her and she gives a smile as she rubs my back comfortingly. I feel relief that she has forgiven me. I knew she had, but to hear her say the words somehow made me feel better.
"You-you're not mad at me anymore?" I ask, remembering her sharp words and angry looks.
"No son, I am not mad at you. I was never mad at you. I was disappointed and angry over your actions, but not at you," she explains, and I was somewhat reassured even though I think being angry at what I had done was the same as being angry at me.
"If you forgive me, then can you tell Pops I don't need another spanking then?" I ask in a small voice hoping beyond hope that she'll give in. I know she hates this form of punishment, so if I can make her see that I've learned my lesson, then maybe she'll convince Pops to lay off a little.
"Emmett," she sighs as she shakes her head at me.
"Please Mama," I beg pitifully, looking up at her with wide eyes. "I'm still so sore from yesterday I can't even sit," I explain but she still shakes her head.
"No Emmett," she says in a firm tone, but I can tell from the look in her eyes that I've pained her.
I push myself up, suddenly determined to win her over. I look at her with big puppy-dog eyes and trembling lips. "Please, please, please Mama," I beg unashamedly. "I swear I'll never be disrespectful and I'll never disobey you guys again." I bury my head into her lap and continue to beg in my most pitiful voice.
"Emmett, stop," she pleads, but I ignore her. I hear the catch in her voice, which means I am getting through.
"Emmett that is enough!" I suddenly hear, and I look up in surprise because it was not Mom's voice that said it, but Pop's. He is standing in the doorway, arms crossed and with an irritated expression. I cringe before I hide my head in Mom's lap.
"Carlisle, it's fine," Mom defends, "he's just nervous is all. You shouldn't be so hard"—
"Nervous or not, he was manipulating you Esme," he counters and I repress a groan as I feel Mom stiffen. I resist the urge to squirm guiltily. I wouldn't exactly call what I was doing manipulating, it was more like desperate pleading.
I hear her give a sad sigh. "Emmett, look at me," she orders firmly, and I cautiously look up at her. "Were you trying to manipulate me?" she asks, and I look away guiltily as I can't stand the hurt look she is giving me.
"I, um, well," I stutter, shooting a glance at Pops who just raises a challenging eyebrow at me. "Yes, ma'am," I finally mumble as I look anywhere but at her. Stupid, stupid, I tell myself. I am so stupid!
I suddenly jump and gave a yelp when I feel a sharp smack to my bottom. "You do not manipulate me Emmett Cullen, not ever, do you understand?" she asks me sternly and I quickly nod my head while answering, "Yes Mom, I swear I won't do it again!"
I quickly push myself up and off the bed, resisting the urge to rub. I give my mother an apologetic look and she pulls me in for a hug and whispers, "I love you and I forgive you. Don't give your father any trouble, do you hear me?"
I nod my head, mumbling a quick, "Yes, ma'am," and she leaves.
I glance over at my father and while I am relieved to see he no longer looks irritated with me, I am upset to see that he looks somewhat sad and amused, if that expression were even possible. Silence permeates the room and I fidget uncomfortably. I had originally planned to beg for mercy, but after my little stunt with Mom I didn't think he would take too kindly to my pleas. I look down at my shoes, sneaking glances at him every few seconds. He just stands there, thumbs hooked in his pockets as he stares at me.
"Let's move this discussion to my office," he finally suggests and I give a mingled sigh of relief and sadness before leading the way. I walk into my dad's office and stand by the chair in front of his desk. There's no way in hell I'm sitting down. Pops walks by me and motions for me to sit, but I just shake my head.
"Sit Emmett," he orders, and I throw him a pleading look. "Pops, please," I beg, but he just responds by holding up one finger, then two, and oh—I quickly deposit myself in the chair before he reaches three.
I grimace, shifting uncomfortably as I try to alleviate some of the soreness. I was definitely better than yesterday, but I could still feel each spot the belt struck, and I couldn't help but pray to God that I never messed up enough to deserve my entire punishment with that horrid object.
When I've gotten as comfortable as I can be I look over at Pops and see that he has a small frown on his face. He's not looking at me, but at his hands which are resting on top of his desk. I'm about to say something when he snaps his gaze up to me.
"I do not appreciate what you were doing to your mother Emmett," he begins in a hard tone, and I barely control a wince.
"I'm sorry sir, I was just…" I trail off, knowing there is no justification for what I had done.
"You were just trying to get out of your punishment," he finishes, and I nod in agreement.
I hear him give a sigh and I look up to see he has a frustrated expression. "Emmett, if you feel I am punishing you unfairly I expect you to speak to me about it, not try and turn Esme against me. I am a fair man, son, and I will always hear you out," he explains in a soft yet earnest tone.
He looks so sincere that I start to feel like an absolute jerk.
"Emmett," he calls and I look up at him with guilty eyes. "Son, I am not trying to make you feel guilty. I just want you to know that you should never be afraid to come and talk to me. I am your father, which means that I will always have your best interests at heart, and that is a job I take very seriously."
I swallow thickly, feeling like I've been such a failure of a son. Pops is worried that I am too afraid to talk to him.
"Pops," I choke out, "please stop. I'm sorry I tried to manipulate Mom; I was just being a coward. I'm not afraid of you at all, and I know you're a fair man. You're the best dad there is," I tell him with some embarrassment.
I watch as he takes in my words and lets out a sigh of relief before giving me a kind smile. "Thank you Emmett, you have no idea how much your words mean to me," he says graciously. I give him a sheepish smile and a shrug.
"So, you are nervous, not scared of your punishment?" he asks, and I respond with an embarrassed nod. "Yeah Pops, I'm just nervous. I could never be scared of you, you're harmless," I tell him and he gives a snort as he shakes his head at me.
"Harmless, am I?" he asks with a teasing grin and I answer with a "Yup." We exchange grins and I find myself relaxing some, but all too soon reality catches up.
"Alright," Pops sighs, "you know why you are here Emmett." I nod and he asks me to explain.
"I'm here because I broke my grounding and for being disrespectful to you and Mom," I mumble as nerves begin to seep into me once more.
"Yes," Pops agrees, "you have been defiant and disrespectful multiple times to both your mother and I recently and we have both reached our limits. Breaking your grounding yesterday was the final straw. We do not ask for a lot Emmett, but you will learn to respect us and follow our rules," he lectures.
"Yes, sir," I reply, gripping the sides of the chair in dread.
I hear my dad give a deep sigh before he stands up. "Let's get this over with, son," he tells me in a sad, weary tone. I slowly push myself out of the chair and walk over to the dreaded couch. I briefly consider pleading once more, but Pop's tone tells me that he hates this as much as I do, well almost as much as I do. When I reach the back of the couch I give my father a questioning look, wondering if he is going to make me drop my pants.
He frowns a little before shaking his head. "No son, you can keep them up," he tells me and I can't help the sigh of relief that escapes my lips. I knew my pants wouldn't provide a lot of protection, but some was better than none. There was also the fact that I could retain a little of my pride. It was hard being the big tough guy when I was leaning over a couch half naked getting my butt walloped like a little kid.
I slowly lean over, grabbing a pillow so I can bury my head in it. Hopefully it will help muffle my cries. I'm determined to handle this better than yesterday, but after Pops brings his hand down for the first five swats I know that won't be possible. Oh god, I think, this is really going to suck.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Shit! Shit! Ow! Damn that burns like hell! I grit my teeth as hard as I can, but I can't help the yell that escapes as he continues to bring down his hand.
Swat! Swat! "Owww! Fuck!" I cry, yelling even louder when he gives me a particularly harsh swat on my sit spots.
"Auughh!" I yell before a sob escapes me.
"No cursing Emmett or I will give you a few more like that," Pops warns, and I emphatically shake my head.
"No sir, no more cussing, I swear!" I scream as he continues to wallop me.
"Ah!" Swat! "Oww!" Swat! Swat! Swat! "Okay, please Pops, I'm sorry!" I finally yell, unable to stand the burning any longer. Tears flow down my face and I know I'm seconds away from breaking down sobbing.
"I am very disappointed in the way you have been behaving lately, my son," Carlisle begins to lecture. "I sincerely hope that you will begin to show your mother and I a little more respect, and that you will learn to follow the rules of the house because I would hate to have to repeat this lesson."
I finally begin to sob, hating the fact that I disappointed my parents.
"I'm sorry Papa!" I choke out through tears. "Please stop!" I beg, hoping that the spanking would end.
"Almost over," I hear him say, but I have no time to feel relief as he begins to spank my sit spots, which hurts like you wouldn't believe. I try to choke out apologies and promises, but all I can do is yell and sob pitifully. My ass is on fire and I swear I will never sit again.
I continue to give heart wrenching sobs as I find myself lifted and wrapped in my fathers' strong and comforting embrace. I return the hug full force while burying my head in his shoulder. "I-I'm s-s-sorry for b-being such a disa-disap-pointment," I cry to him.
"No," he says, pulling me away so he can look me in the eyes. "You are not a disappointment Emmett, never think that," he says before bringing me in for a hug.
I feel a little relief at his words as I begin to forcefully bring myself under control. When I break away I hastily wipe at my tears, once more embarrassed by how childishly I reacted. I must seem like such a sniveling fool to Pops.
I stop my ministrations when I feel Pop's hands on mine. "I told you yesterday that tears were nothing to be ashamed about Emmett. I do not think any less of you for crying," he says but I shake my head as I break away from him. Edward told me I should tell Pops what I thought and that was what I was going to do.
"Pops, you say I'm not a disappointment, but I am. I am nothing compared to you," I confess and he stares at me in surprise.
"Emmett," he begins to say but I shake my head.
"I just can't measure up to you," I tell him with a bowed head, and he closes his mouth and looks at me with concerned. "You're perfect. You're kind, smart, brave, and strong. You're good at everything, and I can't understand how. You had a monster for a father, so he definitely didn't teach you. I'm finally beginning to realize it's just something you were born with, and I hate that. I want—I try to be like you Pops, but I know now that I'll never compare; that I'll never measure up."
"Emmett," he groans, but I hold up my hand. "No, let me finish," I beg, needing to finish so he could understand what I was feeling right now.
"You're too nice to tell me I'm sure, but you must think I'm some pathetic child." He shakes his head and gives me a pained look, but doesn't interrupt. "Look at this mess I've caused, and all over such trivial things as a broken china cabinet and a stupid carnival," I explain bitterly. "I-I'm sorry for being such a worthless, bothersome son." I fasten my eyes on the ground, afraid to see what my father's expression might be.
Shock and despair course through me as I take in what my son has told me. Emmett, my big bear believes he is a failure of a son. He believes I am some perfect man that he can never measure up to. Oh Emmett, my precious son, how far from the truth you are. I stare at my dejected boy taking in his slumped shoulders and bowed head hating how much this has obviously been weighing on him; hating myself for not having seen this.
Not being able to stand how down my usually boisterous son is I take a step towards him and gently lift his chin so that he is looking me in the eyes. His eyes are full of self-hatred and I barely withhold a sorrowful sigh.
"Emmett, son, believe me when I say that you could not be farther from the truth. Did you not hear anything I said to you yesterday?" I ask with mild exasperation. He gives me a curious look so I expand.
"I told you that you did not need to be like anyone but yourself. You are perfect just the way you are, and you are in no way a disappointment or failure of a son to me," I say and he nods his head slightly but shows no change in expression. I sigh and run a hand through my hair.
"I am flattered that you think so highly of me and deeply touched that you want to be like me, but I am far from flawless," I tell him sadly.
"Not true," he responds in a stubborn tone, "you're the best guy I know." I give a strained smile as I shake my head. "No Emmett, I am not." He gives me a doubtful look so I let out a frustrated sigh not knowing what I can say to make things better. I grab him by the back of the neck so I can make sure he is looking me in the eyes.
"Son, it pains me that you think so lowly of yourself. I wish I knew the right words to say to make you feel better, but I do not," I admit in a pained voice. "You think you can never measure up to me, but in my eyes you already have." He stares at me with wide eyes and I give his neck a reassuring squeeze before letting go.
"I look at you right now and not for a second do I believe you to be weak or pathetic, on the contrary I know you to be both brave and strong. I do not see a sniveling child. No indeed, I see a man I am proud to call my son," I tell him, putting as much love into my voice and expression as I can.
Emmett stares at me for a few more seconds before a smile finally graces his features.
"You messed up this weekend Em, but that does not mean you are a worthless son," I continue. "You are young so it is only natural that you make mistakes. I know I came down hard on you, but that is only because I knew that you could handle it and I know that you are better than this."
His smile finally reaches his eyes as he asks in a slight whine, "If you think I'm such a great guy, then why do you punish me like some little boy?"
I give a small laugh, relief flooding through me knowing that if Emmett is joking, then he alright. "You may be a great guy, but you are also my little boy. I do not care how old you are, that fact will never change; so if I feel that you are in need of some correction I will not hesitate," I tell him with a smile.
He huffs and grumbles, "Totally unfair, and I'm not little."
I clap him on the shoulder before asking, "Anything else you would like to talk about Emmett?"
His eyes turn pensive and I suppress a groan as I watch the smile I worked so hard to get leave his face. What now, I think as he stares at me in slight trepidation.
"Pops, I um," he stammers, "I know what, no I mean I know who gave you your scars." I suck in a breath, caught off guard by the comment. I run a weary hand through my hair as I remember now that he mentioned my father's abuse when stating earlier how unlike me he was.
"Rosalie or Edward?" I ask him, curious as to which one told him.
"Both," he responds seriously. He hesitates before then saying, "Edward also told Rose and me about when you were fourteen and the trouble you got into for trying to save a girl named Ariana." He looks away from me as he says this, but once he finished he gives me a furtive glance.
I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose as memories flood me. I once more remember Ariana, and I remember how Edward found out about her. A part of me is irritated he told the story, but I quickly squash that feeling as I never gave him any reason to believe the story was a secret. Truth be told I was a little surprised that he had not already told the story to Rosalie.
"Your dad really did that to you, Pops?" Emmett asks in a soft voice when I do not respond.
"Yes," I reply hoarsely and he looks back at me with a sad expression.
"Why?" he asks in a pained voice, and I give a sigh.
"I was an unwanted child with a mind of my own when my father wanted a mindless copy of himself," I explain dryly, watching as Emmett's brow furrows. "I was too weak in his eyes. I was not cut out for the work he did, and he never forgave me for that," I tell him.
"That's ridiculous!" Emmett bursts out angrily. "How could he think you, of all people are weak?" he asks in shock.
I give a humorless chuckle. "I never said his reasons made sense."
"You still have scars because of him," he then says, righteous anger clear in his eyes.
I purse my lips as I nod my head. He stares at me with raised eyebrows, clearly expecting me to say something. I try to smile back at him reassuringly, but I am certain it came out as more of a grimace. I have no idea what to say, so I look away with some embarrassment.
"Pops, hey," Emmett says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I look at him with a blank expression, and he asks in a surprised voice, "You're not embarrassed are you?"
I quickly shake my head in the negative. "No Emmett, of course not," I respond.
He gives me a doubtful expression, and I look at him with a raised eyebrow. His eyes narrow slightly and I realize he is studying me. I stare back, curious as to what he is looking for. "You've got nothing to be embarrassed about Pops. Whatever he did to you was not your fault, you know that right?" he asks me.
I give my bear a smile, truly touched by his concern for me. Not five minutes ago it was me offering him comfort, and now the tables are turned. "Yes, I do know that," I reply. I then hesitate slightly before saying, "I know that, but I still cannot help at times feeling ashamed of myself." I have never admitted this to Edward or Rosalie, but I felt that somehow my admittance would benefit Emmett. It would help show him that I am not always as strong and confident as he believes me to be.
"Why would you think that?" Emmett asks incredulously.
I give him a small smile as I explain, "I am ashamed of how I reacted. With a few words my father could turn me into a sniveling coward. He terrified me, and I often wished I had stood up to him. He did terrible things and I usually stood by and did nothing because I was afraid of what he would do to me, and…and also because a part of me wanted, no yearned for his approval, his love." I grimace before rubbing a hand over my face.
I hear a soft, humorless chuckle which causes me to look over at my son in surprise. He smiles understandingly as he says, "I guess I am like you."
"What?" I ask in surprise and he laughs. "Well, only somewhat like you. I'm embarrassed of how I react to your punishments, like you with your old man. You told me I have no reason for being embarrassed, which means you don't either." I stare at him in astonishment, but before I can respond he continues. "Your dad was a cruel bastard. Judging from the fact you still bear scars I can say you had all the right in the world to be terrified of him. As for wanting his approval and love, you shouldn't feel ashamed of that," he informs me in a compassionate voice. "No matter whom he was or what he did, he was still your father and the only parent you had. I can't say I understand or can even imagine what it must've been like for you Pops, but believe me when I say that nothing you did or did not do with him was your fault. He was your dad," he says with a shrug. "I would've done anything for my human father, and I'd do anything for you too Pops."
I stare at my son with some astonishment. I knew Emmett was kind, but his little speech revealed how understanding and compassionate he really was. He may usually act like an ignorant goofball, but under that there was so much more.
"Also," he continues, "just so you know, Rose, Ed, and I think you were really brave to stand up to your old man like you did. That had to have taken enormous guts."
I look down as I take in all that Emmett has told me. A large part of me already knows and understands what he has said, but there has always been a smidgen of me that felt ashamed of how weak I had been. The words he said were the same ones I have told myself many times over the year, but somehow hearing it from my son makes it so much more believable. I let out a breath as I feel a tension I was not even aware I had begin to loosen, and I bring my burly son in for a hug. He wraps his arms around me tightly and I whisper into his ear a heartfelt, "Thank you Emmett, your words mean the world to me."
He whispers back, "Just telling it like it is. I love ya Pops."
My heart soars at his words and I quickly choke out, "I love you too, Emmett."
When we finally break apart he quickly shoves his hands in his pockets, giving me a sheepish smile which causes me to chuckle. I know how uncomfortable these heart to heart chats make him.
"We good now Pops?" he asks and I nod my head. "Yes, we are good. Just make sure to adhere to your grounding and we will have no problems, my son," I say causing him to give a good natured groan.
"Aww, I hate being grounded, it's so damn boring!" he whines and I just roll my eyes. "Be gone with you," I tell him, giving him a shove towards the door.
"Alright, alright," he huffs, putting his hands up, "I get it."
He turns towards the door, but does not move. His attention is suddenly geared towards the floor, and I know what he has spotted. Emmett bends down, picks up my belt like it is a bomb about to explode and raises an eyebrow at me.
"You wear this out already?" he asks with some amusement.
I shake my head so he holds it out at me. "Well then you better take it before I burn the wretched thing," he remarks with a teasing grin, and I laugh.
"Well, give it here then," I respond. He hands it over with an exaggerated shudder and I can't resist from saying, "I would not recommend burning my belt son because I would hate to have to break in a new one on your disobedient butt."
"Ouch! Harsh man, real harsh," he says with a horrified expression. "You're gonna give me nightmares or daymares or whatever. That thing stung like you wouldn't believe."
"Oh, I have a good idea," I remark drily. I cannot help but marvel at my son as he does it once more. He is taking a topic which has been upsetting me and somehow is getting me to discuss it without the crushing guilt I had previously felt.
"Righto, well I swear to you Pops I've learned my lesson," he informs me with a hand on his heart. "I cross my heart and hope to die, or, er live. Huh, well you get the point!" he says with a cheerful grin.
I break into laughter once more. I would be forever thankful to God for bringing this young man to me. He had a way of making me smile even when I was feeling at my worst.
I'm shaking my head when I hear the footsteps of the rest of my family. I give a smile at the thought of my beautiful wife and the smile widens as I see the goofy grin my son is now sporting as he, no doubt thinks about Rosalie.
"Last one downs a rotten egg!" he yells and I roll my eyes as he bolts out the door and down the stairs. I calmly make my way down and into the awaiting arms of my wife. I give a chuckle as I see Emmett swinging Rosalie around in circles even though she gives half-hearted protests. Edward chuckles before giving a shout as he ducks to avoid Rosalie's flying legs.
I give a roar of laughter as I swing my wife around and narrowly miss hitting Edward.
"Emmett, put me down!" Rosalie yells through her own laughter. I finally relent when we accidentally crash land on the coffee table, effectively destroying it.
Oops, I think as I bite back a groan. Now I've done it, I think despairingly only to be surprised as I hear my family breaking into uproarious laughter at my expense. I bite back another groan as my aching backside throbs like mad.
My dad walks over and offers me a hand. His face is full of laughter as I give him a sheepish grin. "Clumsy, are we?" he teases as he pulls me up.
"Shut up," I mumble. I look over at Edward to see that he is using the couch to hold himself up since he's laughing so hard and that my Rosie is giving me a glare.
"Sorry babe," I tell her and she just shakes her head in exasperation before smiling.
I turn towards my mother and give her an apologetic look. She just rolls her eyes before huffing. "Honestly, you are more destructive than a tornado Emmett. Could you please refrain from destroying my living room?"
I puff out my chest and give her a proud look, which is effectively ruined when I give a girlish yelp after I feel a sharp smack on my poor defenseless behind.
I turn around and give my father an affronted look. He puts on a mock stern expression as he says, "And let that be a lesson to you."
I respond with a playful shove which he returns and soon we're playfully pushing each other around the living room until my mother shrieks, "Oh no! Not in here! Out! Out!" She grabs us both by the collar of our shirts and unceremoniously throws us out the front back door. I look over at my father and can't help bursting into laughter at his extremely affronted expression.
He gives me a mild glare."This is all your fault," he remarks as he carefully rolls up his sleeves.
"I know," I tell him with a proud smile, and before I know it he tackles me to the floor. I give a laugh before I shove him into some mud.
"Ugh!" he yells in disgust. "That's it, you're a dead man, boy," he tells me before dragging me into the mud with him. We spend the next couple hours playfully roughhousing around the woods, our fighting so different from yesterdays. I have the time of my life even as we tumble into a river and down a waterfall.
Afterwards, as we both stand dripping wet outside our home as my dear sweet, loving mother refuses to let us in I can't help but smile and think, 'This is the life. Things can't get any better than this."
A/N: Well, so ends another great story! Parting is such sweet sorrows, but do not despair for I am hard at work on Jasper's story!
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