A/N This story just had to be written! Enjoy!
WARNING: This story contains the SPANKING of a minor. Read at your own discretion.
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"How was school Tim?" his father asked nonchalantly as they were eating dinner. It was Tony's turn to cook and as usual he made homemade pizza.
"It was fine." Tim said. "Mrs. Adams said that I had the best grade in math class!" the thirteen year old finished enthusiastically. Tony snorted. Tim always had the best grade in the class. It was a sore subject with the older brother as he was smart, but did not like to apply himself. At sixteen his dad was always reminding him that grades were especially important and somehow the comparison to Tim always came up.
Gibbs gave Tony a stern look before addressing Tim.
"How's art going?" The older man asked looking at Tim.
Tim looked up at his father at that. He did not know how he could possibly know about what had transpired in art, but he had never asked about that class specifically. He decided to go on the assumption that Gibbs did not know anything.
"Fine" Time said somewhat reluctantly.
"Did you turn in your project? I knew you were struggling with it." Gibbs dug further.
This was not a good sign for Tim. It was a question that required a direct answer and he hated lying to his dad. Mainly for the fact that he never got away with. It was a combination of Tim being a terrible liar and his dad being a trained investigator.
"Yeah, it was due last week and I had a hard time with it but I think it turned out okay. " Tim said as he looked at the plate in front of him.
"Go get me the letter Tim" Gibbs said. Any remaining hope Tim had that his dad was ignorant of what happened shattered at the command. He pushed himself away from the table before dragging his feet towards the front door where he kept his backpack hung up on a hook. He reached into his bag and pulled out the note his art teacher had sent home with him. He reluctantly walked it back to the table but kept it clutched to his chest.
"Can I just say that art is stupid and that I am not going to need in my career? Who cares if I know how to make a clay pot? I can just buy one." Tim told his dad, hoping to alleviate the storm he knew was coming.
"Give me the note Timothy" Gibbs demanded as he held out his hand waiting. Tim did so, not wanting to delay the inevitable. He was toast either way.
Gibbs grabbed the envelope that was already opened and scanned the handwritten letter. He already got a call from Tim's teacher so he knew what it contained so Gibbs only had to skim it. What caught his attention was the signature at the bottom of the page.
"What's this?" Gibbs asked Tim, pointing at to the bottom of the page and turning the paper so Tim could see what he was pointing at.
Tim just stood in front of his dad and shuffled his feet. He did not want to look up and see the anger in his father's eyes.
"Timothy?" Gibbs asked once more with anger. His patience was wearing thin. Tony on the other hand was watching on with fascination. It was not often that his younger brother was the one in trouble and he was reveling in it.
"I'm waiting for an explanation Timothy." Gibbs said once more. Tim made the mistake of looking up at his father and saw the disappointment and anger there. Not wanting to acknowledge the guilt he was feeling by admitting what he did, he turned to anger.
"Art's stupid!" Tim said with a miniscule stamp of his foot. Anyone else would have missed it but because of his trained eyes Gibbs caught it easily.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow before addressing the behavior. "How old are you Tim?" Gibbs asked. Tim looked at his dad because of the change in direction of the conversation.
"Thirteen" Tim said hesitantly not sure why his dad asked that.
"Then you are old enough not to stamp your foot or to yell at me when you are angry." Gibbs said firmly.
"It's true though." Tim said not conceding his point.
Gibbs sighed heavily. He knew that Tim rarely struggled in his classes, but art was one of them. Gibbs himself did not see the point of mandatory art classes, but was not going let Tim slip in the class just because he did not like it. It was one thing for Tim to try his best and fail, but his art teacher had said Tim had not even turned in the last assignment. Normally she would not have called with one missed assignment but this was Tim, who never turned anything in late.
"I know that you don't like the class Tim but you do not get to pick and choose what assignments you want to do" Gibbs said sympathetically.
"It's not fair. What good is it going to do?" Tim cried out.
The shouting was starting to wear on Gibbs. "Tony doesn't get to just not do his math homework because he doesn't feel like it" Gibbs explained.
"Well it's not like he has other classes that take up his time. He doesn't do anything anyways." Tim muttered as he crossed his arms in a pout.
"Hey!" Tony shouted at the insult.
"Timothy." Gibbs warned sternly.
"Well it's true." Tim said.
Deciding to let Tim's rudeness go for now, Gibbs changed the subject back to main topic at hand.
"Answer my question please" Gibbs told Tim. Though it was said politely in was definitely a command.
Not seeing any other option than to answer his dad's question, he did so.
"I signed your name" Tim declared without remorse.
"You forged my signature?" Gibbs asked. He knew his son had done it when he saw it but Gibbs expected some kind of remorse from his boy.
"I told you that art is stupid." Tim continued with his early mantra.
"Stupid or not Tim that does not excuse the fact that you lied to me and forged my signature!" This time Gibbs could feel his voice rising.
"Well I don't care!" Tim shouted before outright stamping his foot.
Having had more than enough from his youngest son Gibbs stood up from his chair and grabbed Tim's upper arm and pulled him to the corner. Once Tim realized what was going on he tried to pull out of his father's hold. Gibbs grabbed Tim's other arm before holding him at arm's length and speaking to him firmly.
"If you are going to act like a five year old Tim, then I will treat you as one. Thirteen year olds don't stamp their foot when they are angry. So now you get a timeout and hopefully that will help you to remember that." Gibbs said before he turned the boy to face the corner. He waited a few moments before heading into the kitchen to grab the timer. He set it to thirteen and then handed it to Tim.
"If I am acting like a five year old, I should only get five minutes" Tim said as he turned to face his father.
"Nope. Thirteen it is" Is all Gibbs said about it.
Knowing he would not change his dad's mind, Tim turned back to the corner. Tears of frustration and embarrassment were streaming down his cheeks. He had come home so eager to talk with his dad about his day, and this is not at all how he imagined the night would go. And to top it off, he got a little kids punishment in front of his older brother. He idolized his older brother and tried so hard to be mature enough for Tony to let him do things with him. Getting a timeout definitely would not be putting him on Tony's good graces.
"Tony, time to clean up please" Gibbs requested of Tony, not a trace of the frustration he felt towards Tim evident in his voice.
"Sure thing" Tony answered easily. He would normally protest because it was Tim's day for KP, but he realized his dad was on a short fuse and was not about to push his buttons.
"I'm not done yet Dad!" Tim said as he turned around.
"Tim, all you had left was your salad that you were barely picking at. You aren't getting dessert tonight, so I doubt you were going to eat it." Gibbs told Tim as he was stacking plates at the table. Tony stood there not sure what to do until his father handed him the plates. He then quickly went to the kitchen, not wanting to get caught up in the fight that was sure to happen.
"Why don't I get any dessert?" Tim asked clearly upset by that declaration. Gibbs raised an eyebrow and Tim had the decency to blush. "It's not fair." He muttered. Gibbs did not acknowledge the comment.
"Tim, the next time you turn around the timer starts back at thirteen minutes. You know the rules." Gibbs told him.
And Tim did know the rules of corner time and he definitely did not want to have to start back again. That did not stop him from becoming angry at the reminder. Tim could hear the tick of the timer he held in his hand and it seemed to mock him. Every ticking sound was growing on his nerves to the point where he threw it on the floor. The cheap plastic it was made of shattered and the sound drew Gibbs from the kitchen where he was helping Tony with clean up. Gibbs huffed out angrily before once again grabbing Tim's arm and pulling him to the table. Gibbs sat on the dining room table and pulled Tim over his lap.
By now tears were freely flowing down Tim's face. It had been a long time since he was in this position and he hated the fact that he had pushed his father this far. It was embarrassing to Tim who thought that thirteen was much too old for a spanking.
Knowing that Tim knew the reason he was getting this punishment, he did not give any preamble and laid the first swat to the middle of the teens butt. He gave Tim thirteen swats before tipping him up and standing the boy between his knees. The spanking was not especially hard as it was meant more as a warning that Tim had better change his behavior. It was hard enough though to leave Tim crying pretty hard.
"That spanking was for your behavior at the table and in the corner. If I don't see a change right now, you can expect more of where that came from. Is that understood?" Gibbs asked firmly.
Tim nodded. "I want a verbal answer Tim." Gibbs demanded.
"Yes sir, I understand." Tim said as he rubbed his stinging backside.
"Okay then. Here's what's going to happen. You have thirteen minutes in the corner and then you are going to spend the rest of the night in your room. Bedtime is 8:30 tonight." Gibbs informed Tim.
Tim wanted to protest the early bedtime as it was a full hour before he normally had to be in bed, but his freshly spanked bottom reminded him that arguing would get him nowhere. Instead he allowed his father to lead him to the corner. Once there Gibbs bent down to eye level.
"I am disappointed Tim that you are behaving this way after you got caught. We haven't even gotten to your punishment for forging me signature yet and already I have already had to reprimand you." And with that Gibbs left the crying boy in the corner.
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