Hey, guys! Thanks for the awesome reviews! So many people begged for a sequel, I decided to oblige them. Only I'm taking it one step further and creating a series! Yay! So Tony Learns an Important Lesson will be the first in the series I like to call my Tony's Lessons series. Here is the second installment. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as you did the first one. Oh! Sorry for not posting in a while, school has been hectic. I have eight classes and am double majoring so please forgive me if I take a while to update. Also there might not be spanking in every story in this series. There will be a big heaping helping of father/son Gibbs/Tony mushiness (Tony needs all the love he can get). WARNING: CONTAINS SPANKING OF A YOUNG ADULT, IF THAT ISN'T YOUR THING THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ!

Tony woke to the sweet smell of Maple syrup and Banana pancakes. Rolling over, he was surprised to find that his backside wasn't sore. Last night had certainly been a wakeup call for him. Gibbs actually spanking him was embarrassing. Then again, he no longer carried the guilt of disobeying the man with him. Besides, last night had been so much more than he had expected. Gibbs not only spanked him for not following his rules, God he's such a Dad, he also comforted him before and after the spanking when he was so nervous. And it was an actual spanking. Not a beating. After last night, Tony didn't think Gibbs was capable of such violence toward him.

"Hey, you're up. Want some breakfast?"

Tony looked up at his boss expecting to find disappointment in those ice blue eyes, but all he found was concern. For him? Why would Gibbs be worried about him? Tony had to look away from the penetrating gaze. That blue stare seemed to see into his very soul. When Gibbs sat on the edge of the bed and lifted his face with two fingers he almost cried at the tenderness of the gesture. His parents had never treated him with such care after a beating, yet Gibbs was doing just that. Maybe Gibbs wouldn't hold one lapse in judgment against him. Maybe the man believed in forgiveness that his parents had never even heard of.

"Mind telling me what has you, my chatterbox, so quiet?"

"I thought you would be angry with me."

Gibbs cupped the back of the young agent's neck and head with his right hand and cursed the kid's parents. They didn't deserve the title. Of course Tony thought he'd be angry still. His parents had probably held onto their anger towards him as long as they could. Being angry with him kept him at a distance; cementing that anger with a thick leather belt slicing into the boys behind insured further distancing.

"I wasn't angry last night. I was worried and scared, but I wasn't angry. I would never spank you while I was angry. That serves no purpose. It only hurts you more. If and when I spank you again I won't be angry while I'm doing it. I'll send you up here or send you out so I can cool off. Did I seem angry last night?"

Tony shook his head no and took a deep breath. Gibbs was impatient, sure, but he was rarely angry with him. Annoyed, maybe.

"You said if and when. What does that mean?"

"It means that I have a feeling that last night won't be the only time I have to put you over my knee. It means that if you ever put yourself in unnecessary danger again I'll take you over my knee, drop your pants and spank you red with my hairbrush. Losing you because you want to empress someone isn't on my too do list. Understood?

"Absolutely!"

"Good. I'm hungry, breakfast is calling. Come on."

Breakfast was peaceful. He and Gibbs had a nice chat about him still being grounded for another week and the charity basketball league Tony played in. Gibbs was surprised to learn that while his newest agent kept it hidden, he was coaching the children's league version of the charity league. Children played for a different charity each week. The proceeds from the games went to such charities. Half the price of admission and a quarter of the concession venders profit saw its way to some form of charity.

"Why do you hide that from people? That's wonderful."

"Because I'm not sure how they'll react. In Baltimore most people just thought I did it to make myself look good. I let them. It was easier than trying to explain the real reason."

"Which is?

"Giibbs!"

Gibbs chuckled at the childlike tone. His tough agent sounded like a small five year old. It was rather amusing. Tony's eyes lit up as he and Gibbs both laughed the tone.

"My parents never did anything like that. They had more money than God yet they never gave anything back. I don't want to be like that. I may not have their money, but I have time and patience on my side. That's got to count for something."

The seriousness in Tony's eyes told Gibbs all he needed to know. Tony felt guilty for his parent's shortcomings as well as his own. No one should have to make up for what their parents did or didn't do. Especially someone as kind hearted as Tony. The boy felt the pain of everyone he met. He was empathetic to the nth degree.

"That's very noble of you."

"I don't do it to be noble. I do it because there are people out there who the extra help. The kids I coach need someone in their lives and I guess that's me. And you if you'll help. You'd be great with them, Gibbs!"

Gibbs stared at the kid for a fraction of a second before making his decision. He could learn more about Tony this way without seeming like a noisy old busy body. It would be perfect.

"Sure. Might make this old man feel younger being around all the kids."

The smile Tony flashed him was dazzling. The kid's smile lit up the entire room. No wonder people gravitated toward him. His friendly nature and that smile put them totally at ease. Tony DiNozzo was definitely something special. And Jethro Gibbs was going to make sure the kid knew that one way or another.