I wanted to do a short story on Abby's first spanking from Gibbs. I believe that fiftyshadeswritergal has been requesting it for awhile. Girlie, this story is for you!

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"Let me tell you, if you were my daughter, I'd be turning you over my knee for the spanking of your life for pulling that stunt!"

Abby shrank back from the stern words, hoping against hope that the leather seat of the car would swallow her up and hide her from her VERY unhappy boss.

Why did he have to insist on driving me home?! If this tongue lashing goes on any more, I'll start crying! I won't be able to help myself.

Granted, Mister Supervisory Leader Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs had good reason to be mad. Looking back at her actions of the day - namely, following the team to a crime scene in the middle of gang territory just because she wanted to photograph the impressive blood spatters for her planned art collection - Abby could admit that she had acted stupidly. The director had let her off due to her just joining the agency two months ago - he did not want to fire or suspend her over what she swore and he was certain would be a one-time offense. After a stern warning, he had sent her with Gibbs, the strict team leader who insisted on driving her home - probably to give her a scolding that would make her ears burn off.

Her newness to the job was no excuse - anyone with half a brain could have told her that what she was doing was dangerous, and Abby had far more than half a brain. Unfortunately, ever since Gibbs had caught her at the edge of the crime scene - right as shots rang out from hidden perpetrators - her brain had been busy processing the scolding that Gibbs was diligently issuing. The thousand worst-case scenarios he presented were hard to ignore because they had almost come true. And although some people would have been offended by the declaration that they deserved a spanking, the threat was familiar to the young Miss Scuito who had been on the receiving end of dozens of hearty, well-deserved spankings from her daddy as she grew up and entered young adulthood. Punishment was to be expected after any major disaster she caused. Because of her personal history, Abby fully accepted Gibbs' right to scold her harshly. If he had not been beside her to push her down, she could have been injured or even killed. At least she was alive to listen to the lecture.

She shuddered as they pulled up in front of her apartment. Despite her gothic appearance, she did not love death. It had already stolen so much from her.

"Just be glad I'm not your father!" Gibbs growled as he let her out.

Now that stung.

He continued to speak as she stood by the car. His tone changed. She could sense that it was somehow gentler. He said something about having a good night, seeing her in the morning, but those last two sentences - Let me tell you, if you were my daughter, I'd be turning you over my knee for the spanking of your life for pulling that stunt! Just be glad I'm not your father! - had left her too numb to respond. She stumbled up to her apartment and let herself in - coming face to face with the picture of her deceased parents. Every morning they were the last thing she saw before heading to work. Each day she promised to be smart, careful, good, faithful to her job. Guilt overwhelmed her.

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed, leaning her head against the cool glass pain and letting the tears escape onto her cheeks. "I failed you! Daddy, you would be so disappointed!"

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There will likely be three more chapters.

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