Chapter 4 Chapter 4: Rules and First Punishment

Becca plopped down on the couch in the living room. She crossed her arms and glared at both Damon and Elena who sat down across her on the other couch.

"Rebecca, your mother and I had discussed and we came to a conclusion to set rules for you and that's what we want to talk to you about," Damon started and Becca rolled her eyes.

"There is no use in setting rules because I'm not planning to follow any of those," Becca countered.

Damon furrowed his eyebrows. "There are going to be consequences if you break any of these rules," he told her.

Becca scoffed, "Like I even care."

"First of all, you need to start to call me Dad and your mother Mom, not by our first names," Damon told her.

"Okay, Damon," Becca deliberately disobeyed him. A smirk appeared across her face.

"Yeah keep doing that and see what will happen," Damon warned her.

"The first rule is no disrespect. We won't tolerate any kinds of disrespect in this house," Damon stated and Becca rolled her eyes.

"That means NO eye rolling, NO back talking, NO rude and sassy comments, NO mocking, NO interrupting, NO walk away in the middle of conversation, NO anything that is disrespectful," Damon told her, emphasizing every 'no' words, "And this rule is not only applied in this house, but it's also applied in school which you will be start attending in a week."

"Ugh! This is stupid!" Becca fumed.

"And you just broke the rule I told you," Damon mumbled to himself and took a deep breath.

"Just sit and listen until I'm done, would you, Rebecca?" Damon asked, clearly irritated.

"The second rule is no swearing, no cursing, no using any foul language," Damon continued.

"I curse like all the time!" Becca protested.

"And that, young lady, is something that we need to work on," Damon said.

"The third rule is no lying. Honesty is the most important thing in this house. We believe honesty is the key to build a solid, good and happy family. So, we expect you to always tell the truth and we are going to do the same," Damon told her and Becca couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

"Next rule is no smoking, drinking alcohol, or any kind of drugs," Damon continued to elaborate the rules, "Next thing is curfew. Your curfew on school night is 9 and on weekend is 10."

"You need to ask if you want to go anywhere and we want to know where you are all the time. Under no circumstances are you allowed to use violence and the last but not the least, in a week you will be attending your new high school so we expect you to keep your grades up. We don't expect you to be the best and get the highest score. Just make sure you do your best," Damon said. "Oh and one more thing; dress modestly," he added.

"What is that even mean?" Becca furrowed her eyebrows.

"That means you need to wear appropriate clothes. Don't show any body parts that shouldn't be seen," Damon explained.

"This is a total bullsh*t," Becca mumbled under her breath.

"Excuse me?" Damon said in his low scary voice.

"You are excused," Becca said. A smirk appeared on her lips.

"If you break any of the rules, which you are doing right now, there's gonna be consequences. Consequences including grounding, losing privileges, losing allowance, mouth washing, time-out, and spanking," Damon stated.

"Spanking? Time-out? Are you kidding? What do you think I am? Five?!" Becca yelled while threw her hands in the air.

"You sure act like one," Damon said calmly.

"Well, f*ck you," Becca said and crossed her arms.

"Don't push me Rebecca. You're about one second away to get a spanking," Damon told her sternly.

"You're about one second away to get a spanking," Becca mocked him.

"Alright, that's it! I have enough of your attitude in one day. Come here," he said, and got up. He walked toward Becca and grabbed her upper arm. He jerked her up to her feet, lifted up, and put her over his knee. Then he put his hand around her waist. Becca, of course, struggled in his grip.

"What are you doing?!!" She freaked out.

"I'm trying to teach you a lesson, Rebecca," he said and landed the first smack on her backside which was covered by jeans.

"Ow!!! Damn it! It hurts!" Becca hollered and reached back, to no avail.

"Watch your language, Rebecca," Damon said warningly with another solid swat on her backside. He kept landed hard and solid smacks to her bum, alternating between cheeks, sit spot, and upper thighs.

"Stop it Damon. Please....," Becca pleaded.

"I'm sorry, what did you call me?" Damon asked her and stopped landing hard smacks.

Becca gasped for air. Even only with his human strength, Damon surely struck hard and took Becca's breath away.

"What did you call me, Rebecca?" Damon repeated himself and landed hefty smack to her bum.

Becca grunted. "Are you deaf? I called you Damon!" she answered, raising her voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me, young lady,"

Damon reprimanded her, "What you should call me?"

"I call you whatever I want," Becca said and her defiant attitude was back.

"Hmm.. Is that so? Okay. Then I hope you enjoy the close look of the carpet because you're going to be in this position for a while," Damon said and continued to spank her. After another ten smacks, Becca couldn't hold her tears from escaping her eyes any longer.

"Alright, I'm sorry Dad. Please stop," she whined. She whimpered and squirmed by each stroke landed on her poor bottom.

Damon continued with ten more hefty smacks despite her wails and Becca dangled helplessly over his lap. Damon ended up giving her 35 smacks. By the time he was done, he gently put Becca on her feet again. He stood her in front of him.

"Don't behave disrespectfully ever again. Like I said, I don't tolerate any disrespectful manner. Do you understand me, young lady?" Damon asked firmly.

Becca wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, but not a word escaping her mouth.

"Next time, it won't be this light," Damon told her, "and please watch your language. I don't want to wash your mouth out with soap."

Damon spread his arms and about to pull Becca into a hug, but she stepped backwards. She turned her body around and did something unexpected; ran out through the front door.

"Rebecca!" Damon and Elena called her almost at the same time.

Damon took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. Elena went out to the front porch, but Becca was already gone.

"Damon," Elena called her husband.

In a second, Damon was already standing beside his wife.

"Damon, look at that," Elena said. Damon's eyes followed her finger and stared at what she was pointing at.