Recipe for Disaster

Summary: Tim can't find one of the essential ingredients in Abby's fabulous post-spanking butt-soothing cream. Warning: discussion of 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 my 'Lessons' series and builds on a larger plot arc. This story contains references to the disciplinary spanking of adults. If you have a problem with that, click on that 'back' button now. You've been warned.


Tim kicked the door shut behind him, venting some of his bad mood on the innocent wood, and headed to the kitchen with his shopping bags.

Gibbs had spanked him – again – for 'attitude', making him drop his jeans before paddling him. His thin cotton boxers had provided no protection at all from the solid wood.

And then, when he'd stopped at the grocery store on the way home, they'd been out of avocados.

Grabbing a mixing bowl and a cutting board from their cupboards, Tim set to work chopping ingredients with unnecessary force, punishing assorted herbs and vegetables for his boss's hard-ass response to 'smugness'. It wasn't long before he was giving the mixture a final stir, and hoping that his clever avocado-substitute worked as well in Abby's recipe.

For the second time in as many hours, he pushed his jeans down to his knees, this time taking his boxers with them. He scooped up some of the bright green mush on his fingertips, and spread it over his blazing ass.

For a moment, as always, he felt nothing except the usual irritation from touching the tender skin. Then, instead of the soothing coolness the cream usually produced, Tim felt the burning sting increase.

A lot.

Eyes watering, he hobbled a few steps towards the bathroom before pausing long enough to kick his pants off completely.

Twenty minutes later, his hair still wet from the shower, Tim was back in the kitchen dressed in an MIT t-shirt and the oldest, softest sweatpants he could find. He'd rinsed the non-soothing cream from his ass, but it still hurt like hell, far more now than it had before his effort to erase the pain of the spanking. Grabbing the plastic container out of the trash can where he'd tossed it earlier, he scanned the ingredients, wishing he'd thought to do that before smearing the stuff onto himself. And that he'd paid more attention to Penny's efforts to teach him how to cook.

Tim stared in horror at the label.

Who knew there are chili peppers in guacamole?