Chap. 2
So, I had this entire chapter written when I decided that I wanted this story to go in a whole new direction. So I had to start all over again. This is the end result.
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs was furious. He had rules for his team for a reason. Those rules kept them safe. Their job was dangerous enough without taking unnecessary risks. So why then did Tony think the rules didn't apply to him now?
"What's the verdict?"
The young EMT looked at Tony then back to Gibbs before he spoke.
"Slight concussion, some bruising, a few cuts and scrapes. All in all, I'd say you were pretty lucky. Getting dragged over a hundred feet by a car is something."
"Don't I know it? At least I got the plates. And a great description of the driver. It was Wells, Gibbs. He must have realized he dropped his gloves and thought maybe he could get them before we found them. Good thing came back to check for shell casings again."
"You being injured is a good thing?"
"I just meant that we should be able to track him down now."
"Ziva and McGee can handle that. Come on, I'll take you home."
Tony knew he had broken one of his Dad's major rules about crime scenes. Never go to a crime scene alone was a big one the Gibbs Book of Rules. Never be unreachable was another. Tony had ignored that one also by leaving his phone on his desk when he left. What did he have to lose? Gibbs didn't care what he did anymore. Hell he had come home late three times in the past week and his Dad hadn't even grounded him!
"When we get home you are going to shower, change and meet me in the basement. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
"I've let things go lately that I shouldn't have. The way you reacted to the Shaffer case scared me, son. I didn't want you to think I was like your father."
"Dad, there isn't even a comparison! He hurt me. Deliberately. Everyday. For years. He never hugged me or told me he loved me. He never spent weekends with me teaching me things. He didn't take care of me when I was sick. And he sure as hell didn't care enough to try to discipline me. Beating me bloody because he was pissed off was more his style."
"Would you tell me if I ever made you think of him?"
"Yes. You're my safety net, I'm not supposed to be afraid of you."
"And you would tell me if I ever scared you like that?"
"Yes."
"I need to know you're telling me the truth, not just what you think I want to hear. When we get home you will be spanked. Actually you will be spanked several times this weekend. Some of those spankings will be harder to take than others. You will in all likelihood hate me with a passion for the next few days, but once I'm finished with you, you will have learned that my rules are there for your safety. You will have learned that when I make those rules, there are consequences that go with breaking them. I love you, son and because of that I think I've been lax with you. That ends now! You scared me, today. When I realized where you had gone, then when I couldn't reach you, my mind was conjuring up all sorts of crazy things. Once I saw that you were more or less fine my mind was made up."
Tony thought about what his dad had said. His rear end was going to be beaten, not just once but several times. He understood why, he just didn't like it. Then again, when Gibbs let him get away with bucking curfew it just felt wrong. The thought that Gibbs didn't care enough to punish him for the misdeed hurt. He didn't realize his dad was just trying not to hurt him.
"I thought you were so disappointed by how I handled the whole Shaffer thing that you just didn't care anymore."
"Did I say anything like that? Have I ever said anything like that to you?"
Tony turned away.
"Look at me son!"
Tony snapped his head around to find that penetrating blue gaze directed at him.
"I'm not your father. I never meant to make you think I didn't care, I just didn't want you to be afraid of me."
"That's never going to happen. You've never hurt me or made me think I was worthless."
"Tony I promise you, you are not worthless. You're not useless or stupid. You're not weak or childish. You're human, son."
Tony stepped out of car and tried to dry his eyes. He was going to be crying soon enough anyway. He couldn't take a spanking from his dad and not cry. The pain wasn't overly intense, but the thought of his dad caring enough to correct him was.
Gibbs drew him in and held him.
"You are amazing Tony. You're smart and funny. You're kind and compassionate. You try so hard to be everything to everyone. I know he hurt you bud and I'm so sorry you had to live through that. I'm sorry he still has the power to hurt you."
Tony didn't know how long he stood there bawling like a baby. He just know that he was safe and wanted. When the rain started, instead of letting go and pushing him away, Gibbs brought him to his side and walked him into the house.
Once Tony had calmed down some, Gibbs instructed him to shower and change into something more comfortable. When Tony headed up the stairs, Gibbs set about making coffee. His nerves were shot. Could he go through with what he had planned for Tony? The kid had been through enough lately. Fuck! He had tried the no spanking thing and look where that got them. With his mind made up, Gibbs grabbed his coffee and headed to the basement.
Tony slipped on some old sweats and an Ohio State t-shirt before slipping on some socks and padding down to the basement. Why did Gibbs want him in the basement? Usually a spanking was done in his room or his Dad's bedroom. What was in the basement that was so important?
Gibbs caught Tony just before he opened the basement door. Tony wasn't ready yet for what was in the basement.
"Follow me."
Tony watched as his Dad sat down on his bed.
"I told you, several spankings were in your future, did I not?"
"Yes sir, you did."
Tony took down his sweats and made quick work of his underwear before placing himself over his Dad's lap. Gibbs adjusted the boy so that his rump was in just the right spot. This might only be a hand spanking but it was going to be a hard one.
"Why am I about to spank you, son?"
"You want all the reasons?"
Gibbs smirked before regaining his composure. Deciding to help the kid out he spoke.
"You came home late three nights this week. And you didn't call to let me know where you were. That's one of the big rules in my house son, you know that."
"Yes sir."
"I'm spanking you today with my hand for the first missed curfew. Tomorrow you'll be spanked with a wooden spoon for the second missed curfew. Sunday I'll take the bath brush to your behind for the third missed curfew. Do you understand what I'm saying son?"
"Yes sir."
There was no need to tell the boy about the paddling he'd receive for his little stunt at the crime scene. Not yet anyway.
"In addition to the spankings, I'll also be taking the phone, since you can't seem to remember how to call me when you're late coming home."
Tony nodded his head that he understood and braced himself for what would most likely be the worst hand spanking he'd ever received from Gibbs. The older man didn't make him wait long. The first swat was more painful that he remembered.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Dad, not all in the same spot! That hurts!"
Gibbs turned his attention to the other pale cheek and set to work adding some color to it.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Dad, not so hard!"
Tipping Tony forward, Gibbs gave himself better access to the ultra-sensitive under curve of his son's rear end. Tony hated this part of a spanking. It was much more painful than spanking right on the cheeks.
"We're almost finished, kiddo."
Surveying the damage, Gibbs saw bright pink splotches where his hand fell over and over again. He had never spanked Tony this hard with his hand before. He had to be hurting. Turning his attention back to the sit spots, Gibbs started to spank with gusto. He wanted this part of the spanking to be over.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Ah! Not there, not there. Oww!"
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
"Owwww! Oww!"
Tony howled as his dad gave the opposite cheek the same attention he had given the first.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Gibbs slapped his hard hand down in the middle of his son's tender sit spots.
"Oww! Daddy, it hurrrts!"
Gibbs rubbed his son's back to calm him.
"This is what happens when you force my hand son. I don't like being tested this way Tony. Sometimes the consequences of your actions are painful. This isn't going to get any easier this weekend, bud."
SWAT! SWAT!
"Ahhh! Ow!"
SWAT! SWAT!
"O…ow! Ow…Owww!"
SWAT! SWAT!
"Owwwww! Daddy, stop! It hu…hurtttss!"
Tony buried his head in the pillow and sobbed. His dad had set his ass on fire and it hurt! He couldn't help it, he squirmed trying to lessen the sting. Gibbs let him cry. The kid was hurting and they weren't even finished. Glancing at the trembling backside in his lap, Gibbs took note of the color. Already a pale red. He didn't want to bruise the boy.
Once the sobbing was under control Gibbs stood Tony up in front of him, letting the boy rub his stinging butt before he concluded the spanking.
"Go get one of your slippers from the closet."
"Please Daddy don't! I won't miss curfew again, I promise!"
"I know and after I tear into you with that slipper every night this weekend you won't forget to call and let me know you're alright either."
"I don't want you to spank me anymore."
"Tony if I have to get the slipper you're getting a full spanking with it, son! Don't make this harder on yourself, bud."
Tony's face crumbled as he procured the slipper. The sole of the slipper was hard, it would sting when his dad spanked with it.
"Here."
Tony handed over the slipper and lowered himself back into position. Gibbs took hold of the shoe and leaned his son forward. The under curve of Tony's ass would be feeling the sting of the slipper.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"Ooww! No more!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Daddyyy. Stop it! It hurtsss!"
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
"OwwwOowww! I'm sorry daddy, I'm sorry!
Burying his face back into the pillow, Tony wept again. His bottom was scorched and his heart hurt. His daddy had just spanked the hell out of him.
Gibbs rubbed Tony's back and neck to ease some of the tension. His boy was in pain and he had caused it.
When Tony's breathing became hitched Gibbs sat against the head board of the bed and lay Tony's sweaty head on his chest.
"Match my breathing son. That's it, buddy. It's ok. It's over now. You're ok, kiddo. I've got you. Breath Tony!"
Tony cuddled into his dad's chest and cried. The spankings hurt! They weren't as quite as bad as the hairbrush, but they still hurt. And he still had two more of these to get through! He wouldn't sit for a month! The thought of more spankings like these brought more tears.
When the tears stopped Gibbs helped Tony back into his clothes. The underwear were left off as the sweats were pulled into place. With his clothes righted, Tony trembled again. He just wanted to lie down. He was spent.
Gibbs stayed until Tony fell asleep. He brushed the hair out of the boy's face and kissed his head.
"You probably don't believe this now, but I love you, kiddo. Always."
Gibbs tucked a blanket around Tony and headed to the basement. This had been hard. He had spanked Tony's ass with much more force than the boy was used to. He needed Tony to understand though. Actions and Consequences. That didn't make him feel any better about beating Tony's ass. He knew how much pain Tony was feeling. Jackson had spanked him just as hard when he had failed to come home after school one day. Who knew playing baseball with your friends could get you a sore butt? Maybe he'd tell tony about that later.
