Expectations
Summary: Gibbs warned them what he would do if they hit one another again.... Tag to Stakeout. Warning: spanking of adults. Don't like? Don't read!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
A/N: This is part of an on-going discipline series and builds on a larger plot arc. It should make sense on its own, but it picks up on threads from The Warning and works better if you read that first.
Warning: this story contains the spanking of adults. If you have a problem with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.
Tim paced around the interrogation room, trying hard not to hyperventilate, still finding it difficult to believe that this was actually happening. His mind was racing frantically. What would happen if he begged Gibbs not to whip him, he wondered?
The scuffle with Tony had been short-lived and, aside from a bruise on his arm where he'd blocked a punch, had left him unscathed. He'd almost forgotten all about it. In retrospect, a couple of eggs was a really stupid reason for a fight... but, to be honest, it was more about the gradually-building tension from being cooped up together for so long with not much really to do that had finally got to them both.
Neither of them had noticed that the surveillance camera trained on the road outside had been bumped, turning just enough on its tripod to catch a bit of the fight. And their luck had just gotten worse, with Gibbs happening to see that bit of the footage when the video was reviewed and indexed when the case was being wrapped up and the evidence processed.
Tim had thought that the look on Gibbs's face, when they discovered that the radar system had been stolen out from under the cameras he had set up, had been bad. And when he'd overheard his conversation with Abby about Gibbs-proofing his explanation, it had been worse.
That was nothing compared to his expression when he saw that video.
And now, with the paperwork finally finished, Tim found himself waiting for Gibbs to spank him for it.
He remembered clearly the last time his boss had punished him for hitting Tony. He flexed his right hand, feeling a faint tingle at the memory of Abby's collar, commandeered as a strap, landing hard on his outstretched palm.
And Gibbs's words afterwards were echoing in his head.
He was frankly terrified. The couple of spankings he'd received from Gibbs had been breathtakingly painful; he couldn't imagine how much worse it would be without the protection of a few layers of clothing between him and his boss's belt.
And, although he'd been in the locker room downstairs often enough with Gibbs, he was still embarrassed by the prospect of having to lower his pants before bending over to be whipped.
Suddenly feeling light-headed, Tim sat down hard on one of the uncomfortable moulded plastic chairs.
Maybe Gibbs wouldn't actually follow though on the threat, he thought desperately. After all, it wasn't much of a fight. Surely not enough to warrant the sort of punishment that Gibbs had threatened them with. Maybe he'd just spank them the way he always did.
Taking a few deep breaths, Tim started to feel a bit calmer.
Gibbs probably didn't even mean it to begin with... he was just trying to frighten them. Right?