Okay, so I really should not be starting another story but this has been sitting in my folders for a while and when the opportunity for a beta-reader came up I decided I may as well post it.

I will introduce this story with a huge warning lable:

WARNING!!!

THIS STORY CONTAINS SPANKING OF CONSENTING PARTICIPANTS FOR VARIOUS REASONS.

PAIRING FOR SPANKING MAY INCLUDE: Canon Couples, Parental Spankings to any/all 'children' by Carlisle or Esme, Ed/A, Ed/R, Em/B, Em/A. J/B, J/R.

OTHER TO CANON COUPLES THE SPANKING ARE FOR PUNISHMENT ONLY (I.E. Non-sexual)

IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS DO NOT READ IT, AND DO NOT REVIEW – I am not interested if you think that I am a twisted person or that the situations described are abusive, immoral or anything else. I am not interested if you think this story will encourage people into abusive relationships -this story is M rated and as such you are all adults (or should be), mature enough to make your own decisions (not to mention that I don't feel domestic discipline between consenting people is the same as abuse).

So assuming you still want to read this, here you go...

APOV

"Bella?" I called as I saw Bella standing against Edward's Volvo. It was just after school and she was clearly waiting for my brother to drive her home.

"Hey Alice," she greeted me with a quizzical and slight expression of trepidation – clearly worried I was about to force her into a shopping trip.

I almost smiled, I was pretty certain Bella would prefer a shopping trip to the conversation I was about to have with her.

"Come for a walk with me," I suggested, taking her hand and trying to keep my tone as light-hearted and carefree as possible.

She pulled her hand from mine, glaring slightly. "What's happened?" she demanded in a whisper.

"Nothing," I said blithely.

"Alice…" she said, making it sound more like a warning than anything else.

"Seriously Bella, nothing," I assured her. "My brother just asked me to explain a few things to you and I thought it best if we did it somewhere private."

She continued to glare at me suspiciously but allowed me to tug her towards the forest behind the school.

We hadn't gone too far in when I found a convenient log for us to sit on.

"So what is it that you want to explain?" she asked, clearly trying to cover her curiosity with annoyance.

"Bella, have you ever been spanked?" I asked cautiously.

Her cheeks became tinged pink as she answered, "Not like over the knee or anything but when I was younger Mom would occasionally give me a smack if I was really being naughty," she admitted.

Damn! This would have been much easier to explain to someone who had already experienced what I wanted to talk about.

"And what are your thoughts on the whole theory of proper spankings?" I continued cautiously.

She seemed to consider this before answering. "I'm not completely against them – I mean if a kid is being naughty they should be punished and if the parents find it to be an effective way of curbing certain behaviours, then who am I to disagree? But I do think care is needed to ensure that it does not progress to abuse," she answered thoughtfully.

"And what about if the person delivering the punishment is not the child's parents but someone else?" I pressed.

I could see she was having trouble understanding what I was driving at but she answered the question anyway. "I don't think it should only be the parents - anyone in a position the child should respect should be allowed to discipline them."

I relaxed a little – maybe she would be okay with this after all.

"Bella, the reason I ask is because we practice what today would be called domestic discipline," I said.

Bella just gaped at me wordlessly – the revelation rendering her speechless.

"By 'we' you mean…?" she stammered.

"The family – Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Emmett, Edward, Jasper and myself," I had thought that much was obvious.

I gave Bella a moment to collect her thoughts.

"What exactly does that mean? You get off hitting each other?" she asked in a slightly disgusted tone.

"It has nothing to do with us 'getting off," I explained, dodging the question. "It means that when someone steps out of line they get spanked," I said simply.

She gave me a quizzical look.

"Look Bella, you yourself just said that if 'a kid is being naughty they should be punished' and 'anyone in a position the child should respect should be allowed to discipline," I explained, quoting her word for word.

"I was referring to children," she argued.

"So when you pass a certain age you no longer have consequences for misbehaviour?" I challenged.

"Alice, stop twisting my words – I'm not saying they have no consequences, just that the consequences are different."

I bowed my head in acknowledgement - she was right about me twisting her words. I tried a different tact.

"Okay, lets look at this differently, what if one day you were very rude to Edward and you knew he was mad at you but he did nothing about it – what would you feel?"

"Guilt," she replied without hesitation.

"So what would you like him to do about it?" I prompted, hoping she would get it this time.

"Yell at me …punish me." she whispered as she came to the realisation I was getting at.

"You see, that's what domestic discipline is. It means you will be punished for bad behaviour, but it also means once the punishment is over everything is forgiven and in the past. You let go of your guilt and can move on much quicker. Also the pain of the punishment deters you from doing it again."

She nodded to show she was absorbing the information and I was sure we were making headway.

I had taken her home a little while later to give her time to think it over and discuss things with Edward.

It was the following day when Bella came to invite me on another walk in the woods after school. I already knew what it would be about, having had a vision but was not sure what exactly would be said since I'd cut off the vision as soon as I knew what it was of– contrary to popular belief, I didn't always like to know everything in advance.

We went to the same spot as the previous day.

"So Alice, I can see the merits of what we discussed yesterday," she began, already blushing, "but I want to discuss some practicalities."

I nodded for her to proceed.

"Who exactly is allowed to spank whom?" she inquired.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, "I had expected Edward to have discussed this with you last night."

"I want to have all the information before I agree and I think you'll not…protect me as much as he would," she smiled knowingly.

I nodded in understanding.

"Well, technically anyone can spank anyone else," I hedged slightly.

She cast me an annoyed look and I knew I was doing the exact thing she had worried Edward would do – idealize the situation.

"In reality?" she prompted.

"In reality the boys never spank each other and Rosalie and I never spank anyone."

"So I would be expected to take a spanking from either: Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Emmett or Edward?" she asked, becoming redder by the second.

"Yep, but you would only ever be punished for a legitimate reason," I assured her. "It's not like they sit around going 'hmm, I feel like spanking so-and-so today."

She nodded, frowning slightly.

"Alice, who've you been spanked by?" she asked suddenly.

I was not exactly embarrassed discussing this sort of thing with her but at the same time this conversation was becoming mildly uncomfortable.

"Everyone but Rosalie," I acknowledged.

I could see the shock flit across her face, "Even Edward?"

"Even Edward," I admitted.

"What for?" she asked, clearly unable to see such an interaction between my brother and I.

"Let's just say I went a little overboard trying to convince him to go out with you when you first arrived in Forks," I admitted ruefully.

"I'm sorry," she apologised immediately.

"Don't be – it wasn't your fault and I deserved it; I had known I was pushing my luck long before he actually decided to spank me - I kept playing the visions I was having of you as a vampire over and over in my head whenever he was near to try convince him that your being a vampire and a part of this family was inevitable," I said, smiling reassuringly.

"What exactly happens when they spank you?" she asked, curiosity and embarrassment clearly warring inside her.

"Everyone has their own way of doing it and it also depends on what the spanking is for." I said honestly, and seeing she wanted more information I kept talking, "I won't lie – no matter who spanks you, the position you're in, or any other factors, it always hurts. Jasper is the harshest, then Esme …"

"Esme?" she repeated, as though she had heard wrong.

"Esme doesn't hold back when she feels you're in need of chastisement," I told her blatantly. "Then Carlisle, Emmett and lastly Edward. Emmett rarely resorts to spanking, even with Rose and Edward hardly ever, but when Emmett decides to spank you, you feel it. Edward is also more restrained than the others."

"Do you think the others would agree with that order?" she asked curiously.

I thought that through. "I think Rose would probably say Emmett is worse than Carlisle but otherwise yes, I think they would also have put them in that order.

"Bella, don't make your decision based on what it will feel like, or the frequency. Your decision needs to be based on if you believe that when you have done something wrong you're willing to accept the punishment." I advised, knowing that if she made her decision for the wrong reasons it would only lead to resentment.

We ended the conversation there; I could tell she was still undecided and didn't want to push her either way.

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Special thanks to TwilightGuru09 for beta'ing this!!!