Bella POV:

I stare at my Dad's disappointed face with my mouth open. I quickly closed it and tried to come up with an explanation that would keep me from having to sleep on my stomach tonight. I couldn't think of one, so I began thinking that maybe if I just told the truth that he would be less mad. The truth. I didn't want to bother him at work and figured I could make it home okay. Yeah that sounds plausible. right?

"Um..Uh I was...was thinking that I shouldn't bother you at work and um I could make it...um...home." I say stuttering more than I would have liked under his scrutinizing stare. I feel my stomach drop when he narrows his eyes at me. I feel the sudden urge to run and hide. I know I can do neither effectively because this is Dad we are talking about. Without consciously realizing it I start to back up. I only realize once I have hit the counter.

"So, you thought that risking your safety and the safety of others on the road was okay because you didn't want to bother me?", he says in a low frustrated voice.

Before I can respond he holds a hand up to stop whatever I was just about to say. He then rubs his face with both of his hands in a way that suggests he is extremely tired. I feel bad for being the cause of it once again. my siblings don't often get in trouble but I know they used to. Maybe i'll learn someday like they did. For now I am the troublemaker, a title I am definitely not used to.

"Bella, how many times have I told you to call me if you are sick? How many times have I told you not to drive while you are sick? How many times have I reassured you that, even if I am at work, you can call me if you are in need. Didn't I say if you didn't take care of yourself that I would see to it that you learned how?" He asks all these questions calmly except the last one, which I hear the frustration leak out in.

I look into his eyes and see that they have gone to a very dark gold rather that the bright gold they normally are around me. This means that I have either put him through a lot of stress or he hasn't hunted in a little while. That doesn't make things good for me. He would never hurt me but he is usually a little more lenient with me when he is fed. Right now I can see he has no tolerance for my foolishness. Right then and there I decide that I am going to try and cooperate with him as best as I can. Even if it means taking a spanking without complaint.

"Bella, the last one was not rhetorical, I would like an answer." He says after a span of silence from me.

"Um yes you did say you would make sure.. I..uh...learned." I say quietly, trying my best not to plead and just take whatever he gives me. I wait during another long silence as he takes in my, for once, not rude answer.

"Bella, grab your stuff and we can finish this at home. In my study." He says, causing my heart to pick up speed.

Despite my racing heart and nerves, I pick up my stuff and follow him to the car. The ride home is silent except for my breathing that, try as I might, would not be silent. As we pull into the garage I feel myself wanting to disappear. As we walk into the house I close my eyes, willing myself out of existence. Of course, instead of disappearing, I simply trip over the doorway and almost face plant into the hard wooden floor. Dad catches me and steadies me.

"Um thanks..." I say blushing. I am further proving to him that I am accident prone and shouldn't be taking risks like I did today.

He doesn't respond but keeps one arm on me as we walk up the stairs. He actually follows me to my room, waiting until I set my things on the bed and then leads me to the room of doom, a.k.a. his study. We walk over to the couch and sit side by side, for now anyway.

"So, Bella. Obviously since we are sitting here, you know I have decided to give you a spanking for your actions today. I know by the way you explained things that you thought about calling, but decided not to. I have explained before that when you are incapable of driving safely, or doing anything unsafely due to illness or anything else that you are to call someone. I have told you that you can call me at work, and yet you still decided to put yourself at risk. Now is there anything you would like to say?" he lectures before asking what he does each time.

I sit there and think about what he has said. i found truth in all of it. I cannot for the life of me comprehend why i make such stupid decisions sometimes. I know I should have called him. At least i didn't lie this time. Shocker, I guess that's one good thing. Out of everything the word that comes to mind is sorry. Sorry for driving home. Sorry for not calling. Sorry that I ruined what could have been a nice evening.

I try to tell him that I understand now and apologize but my feelings overwhelm me and all I can get out is, "I ...am...sorry." Tears form but i hold them back from spilling over. I refuse to cry before he even starts.

"I know you are sorry. Lets begin." He says, and I can see in his eyes that he knows I am sincere and not just trying to get out of this. I further prove that I am sincere by not fighting or begging, I simply stand and bend over his knee.

He positions me and starts before I even know what's happening. I keep my pants, but it doesn't stop the burning that comes from his hard hand. Geez, I always forget how much this hurts until I am reminded. Not long into my tears spill over. I start to gasp. The longer it goes on the hotter the fire gets on my poor butt. I start to whimper, and soon after I am openly crying. I still do not beg, I know from experience it doesn't work. However, no matter how much I know it doesn't work the pleads come to my lips as he works on my sit spots.

"Please...I..will not ...do it again. Daddy! Ow" I plead.

"What are you going to do if you find yourself in this type of situation again?" He asks calmly, not ceasing his hand.

"Just..call someone." I pant, using the last of my energy.

I go limp over his lap and two smacks later he stops. He rubs my back as normal, calming me down. I feel a weight lift off of my shoulders. My bottom hurts, but it's over now and I know I am forgiven. he helps me up and holds me, comforting me like always. I snuggle to him easily, smelling his calming scent. His and Edward's scents are equally as calming to me. They both make me feel safe and loved. Even though i slept earlier, I am exhausted. I fall asleep right in his arms on the couch. I know everything is okay now.

AN: okay this is the third chapter. I could end it here but i don't know...anyway please leave a review and thank you for reading. -CullenGirl9397