Hi guys, it's me again! Just thought I should clear a few things up before I go any further. In my Lesson's universe Tony is younger than he is on the show. Making him younger makes this easier to write. So, thanks for all the great reviews. You guys are wonderful. I was worried that my discipline fiction would sound cruel but you all said it was great so on with the story. WARNING: SPANKING OF A YOUNG ADULT. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!

Tony sat on the curb as the patrolman, Terry Gallagher, one of Gibbs old marine buddies, called for an ambulance, and then Gibbs. His head hurt, as did his still tender ribcage, and his right wrist. The car crash left him feeling like shit. He was cold and hurt and scared. And he wanted Gibbs. Yes, he knew how infantile that sounded, but at the moment, he didn't care. He also knew that when Gibbs found out he was drinking he wouldn't sit for a month, but none of that mattered now.

The blanket wrapped around his trembling shoulders was a surprise. Terry smoothed the thick fabric over those shaking shoulders before he spoke.

"So, do I even need to do a breath test?"

The guilty shake of the chestnut head tore at the old man's heart. His own son was just a little older than this kid. He couldn't find it in himself to write up a report other than the one about the accident. According to Jethro, the boy had had a rough go of things throughout his life. He figured the skittish kid could use the break.

The squealing of tires let Tony know that Gibbs had arrived before the ambulance. Now things were going to get interesting. Tony wasn't really sure if Gibbs would kill him in public or wait until they were in private. He did know that Gibbs would eventually get tired of dealing with all of his baggage. Hell, everyone did. He expected it. What he didn't expect was for his boss to slip up behind him and wrap him in that gentle embrace.

"I guess Terry didn't tell you."

"Tell me what, kiddo?"

Tony prepared himself for the rejection he was sure would follow his confession.

"I…um…I was drinking earlier. I thought I would be ok to drive, I really did!"

"Guess that's what you get for thinking, huh?"

Rejection, Tony had expected. The teasing was new. No one ever did that when he fucked up. They just threw him away.

Gibbs saw the confusion in the boy's eyes as he turned in his arms. He also noticed the wince, but said nothing.

"Terry told me when he called that he was fairly sure you were drinking. That only made me worry more."

"I'm sorry. I never meant to concern you."

"Tony, everything you do concerns me. I can't help myself. I worry."

The ambulance arrived before Tony could respond. An hour later he left with Gibbs. The splint on his wrist annoyed him, as did the fuzziness the concussion caused. His car had finally been towed to the repair shop. Now maybe he could sleep.

Gibbs chuckled as Tony flopped onto the bed. The kid groaned as his ribs jostled. Gibbs slipped off the shoes and jacket and brought the covers up to his shoulders. Brushing the hair out of the boy's eyes, Gibbs sighed. Why did Tony insist on getting into so much trouble? The kid was going to give him a heart attack. He had forgotten what it was like to worry after a child until Tony came into his life. God, he was going to go crazy!

Tony awoke to darkness. He had no idea what had awoken him until he saw a hand coming at his face. He flinched away in an attempt to avoid the blow. The pain that usually accompanied such smacks never came. Instead he felt a rough, warm, work hardened hand brush through his hair. The affectionate gesture almost tore him apart.

"Gibbs?"

He hadn't missed the flinch, but discussing it now was futile. Tony probably wouldn't even remember this in the morning.

"I'm right here. Come on, concussion check."

"Haven't we already done that?"

"Yes, but we have to keep doing it because I don't want you waking up with brain damage."

"Awe, Gibbs you do care."

"Whatever gave you that idea, kid?"

"You're always there."

The concussion check was forgotten as Tony snuggled deeper into the bed and fell back asleep. Gibbs deemed him lucid enough to forgo that dreaded thing. The morning came all too soon for Tony though. He knew that while Gibbs was alarmed at his destructive behavior, he was also thinking of ways to halt it. One way in particular gave him pause. The spanking he had received just weeks ago was still at the forefront of his mind. It hadn't been overly painful physically, but emotionally it had damn near killed him. No one had ever spanked him out of affection before. That was new and foreign. He wasn't sure if he could handle it again.

Gibbs heard the footfalls on the steps. It sounded so natural for Tony to be bounding down those stairs. The frown on the kid's face wasn't natural at all though. Something was up.

"Why are you wearing the frown, kiddo?"

"I know I messed up last night."

"That you did. But I have a news flash for you. Everyone makes mistakes. Even me."

"Are you going to spank me again?"

"So that's what has you so messed up?"

The barely there nod was the only answer Gibbs received. Placing the toast in front of the kid, Gibbs sat opposite him and watched his expression. Tony was anxious, that much was painfully obvious. Gibbs saw no reason to drag the suspense on any longer.

"Yes, I am going to spank you. You lied to me. You told me you were going to Abby's and instead you end up in the ditch with a fractured wrist and a concussion. And to add insult to injury you decide to jump in the car and take off after drinking yourself into a coma!"

"I really am sorry."

"I have no doubts about that. And you should have none about me. I care for you far too much to watch you throw away your career; your life! Now go. Upstairs!"

Tony sat, knees to his chest, head on his knees debating with himself. Why the hell did he keep getting into trouble? What was wrong with him? Maybe his parents were right. Maybe he was really just trouble.

Gibbs paced the basement for almost an hour trying to calm himself down. Eventually a call to Ducky was the only thing that did the trick. It was nice to know that the old M.E. agreed with him on this.

The knock on the door was not welcomed, it was expected however. Tony could see that Gibbs had calmed considerably since sending him upstairs. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The first spanking had certainly not been what he'd expected. This couldn't be all bad.

Gibbs sat just in front of his charge, locking his steel blue eyes with ones of brilliant green. He hated what he was about to do, but he saw no other option. Losing Tony wasn't on his bucket list.

"Let's get this over with."

Tony nodded and stood, unbuckling his jeans and sliding his boxers down before placing himself over Gibbs lap. Gibbs almost sighed with relief at Tony's actions. At least the boy trusted him enough to allow this without a fuss.

"First off, we have to get a few things strait. What did I tell about endangering your life?"

"That your hairbrush would get up close and personal with my ass. Giibbs! You're not going to use the brush are you?"

Gibbs chuckled at the belligerent tone.

"This morning the brush won't be needed. Tonight, is a different story. I'm spanking you now for lying to me. Tonight I'll get you for drinking and driving."

Tony's heart sank. Two spanking in one day! Well, at least Gibbs was giving him time in between them to recover. But still, it wasn't fair. He was an adult; he could do as he pleased! Gibbs must be reading his mind.

"This is more than fair after the worry you caused me. When Terry said you'd been in an accident my heart stopped. I don't want to ever experience that again. And after tonight, I doubt you will."

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

The sobbing broke Gibbs heart but he knew had to finish the punishment or Tony would have learned nothing from it. Lowering his knee, Gibbs continued his assault on Tony's bare behind.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Gibbs finished by tossing the jeans aside and gently pulling the boxers back up over the deep red rump. He had spanked Tony harder this time, therefore it would sting longer. The jeans would only add to the discomfort. Gibbs was happy to realize that the trembling came from the spanking and nothing else. Rubbing Tony's back seemed to calm his sobs, though. As soon as Tony wiggled, Gibbs had him up, arms wrapped around him, holding him as he cried. The tears lasted longer than Gibbs expected. He was starting to worry that he had actually hurt the kid when Tony lifted his head and started apologizing again. The boy still felt guilty. That was understandable.

Tony was so unprepared for the kiss Gibbs left on his forehead that ceased speaking the moment it happened. No one had ever done that to him, least of all after he had done something wrong. He had no defense for kindness. The tears started again.

"Awe, Tony."

"I…I'm sorry."

"I know, buddy. I know."

Tony wasn't sure how long Gibbs held him and he didn't care. He just knew that even when he did something wrong, Gibbs cared. The spankings weren't pleasant, but they did have a point. The beatings his parents dished out never did. He realized with a start that he could take this. He could really handle this, because Gibbs was there.

The remainder of the day was spent discussing the crash and the reasons behind it. While his boss wasn't pleased, exactly, he wasn't as angry as he could have been. The promised punishment later that night didn't seem as bad as it once had.

Gibbs watched his young agent over dinner. The kid seemed more relaxed than he had in a while. Even with a stinging backside. The fluffy sofa cushions provided the padding the kid's rump needed. Gibbs just hoped Tony understood his reasoning more now. He didn't want to spank the boy if he didn't understand it. Hell, he didn't want to spank him period, but it seemed to stick with Tony more than any other punishment. It simply worked.

Tony loaded the dish washer and cleaned up the kitchen before heading upstairs. He wasn't looking forward to another spanking but he wasn't dreading it either. That was new. The hot shower helped him relax. It set his muscles at ease at least. His mind was still running wild even as Gibbs walked in and sat beside him, wide wooden smooth backed hairbrush in hand. The implement looked like it would hurt when applied to bare skin. Then again, Gibbs hard hand hurt also. Besides, he had yet to feel anything worse than his father's belt or his cane. When either of those was applied to his bare bottom it insured he would not be sitting for at least a week, and that was for minor offenses.

Gibbs saw the look in Tony's eyes as he entered the room. It wasn't fear, exactly, but it was close. The big sturdy hairbrush no doubt giving him pauses. It had always had that affect on him too. The spankings he received with it were memorable. His mother had always grabbed for her brush or her spoon.

"I won't lie to you, it hurts like hell, but it is just a spanking."

Tony nodded but didn't move from his perch on the bed. He'd been paddled at military school and he wondered if this would be anything like that. That had been painful.

He didn't have time to wonder anymore as Gibbs pulled him to his feet and sat in spot he had just vacated, pulling Tony over his lap as he did so. Tony didn't protest, he knew he deserved the spanking for scaring Gibbs so much.

"Are you ready for this?"

"Y…yes."

Gibbs didn't give either of them time to reconsider. He swept Tony's pajama bottoms down to his ankles and the black silk boxers followed. Gibbs noticed that the trembling was back again. He had expected that. Massaging the kid's back took care of the tremors.

"Are you still sore from this morning?"

"Not much. I don't even feel in until I sit on something really hard."

The pinkness of the bare bottom before him told him that. It bothered him that he had caused such pain for his young agent and that he was about to cause more. The fact that both the redness and the soreness would be gone the next day helped some. Picking up the brush, Gibbs let it rest on Tony's backside. The flinch startled him.

"I thought you said you weren't sore."

"I'm…I'm not. That scared me."

"It's just a spanking, bud, nothing more."

Gibbs waited for Tony to nod his acceptance before continuing. When the nod finally came Gibbs picked up the brush and raised his arm.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Tony was sobbing five smacks into the spanking. The sharp sting of the brush was nothing like the one from Gibbs hand. When he felt Gibbs lower his knee he sobbed harder, vowing to be better in the future.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Tony was sobbing so hard he hardly realized the spanking had ended. He just wanted comfort. Gibbs rubbed his back until the sobs subsided. Finally when all that Tony could muster were hot tears, Gibbs slipped off the p.j.'s and slowly pulled the boxers up over the cherry red behind. Righting Tony, Gibbs laid him on the bed on his stomach and lay beside him. Tony buried his brunette mop in his chest and continued to cry, mumbling apologizes through his tears. The distressed kid didn't even notice that Gibbs had tucked him into bed. He just knew that Gibbs had spanked him for breaking the rules and now Gibbs was holding him, promising that everything was fine. The warm embrace comforted him as did the scent of wood and something he couldn't define.

Gibbs watched as sleep overtook him. The tear tracks on his face broke Gibbs heart because he knew he had put them there. At the same time he knew now that Tony would actually think instead of just acting recklessly.

"Tony, please don't make me do this again. I don't want to hurt you, bud."

Tony felt the kiss on his head and smiled against Gibbs chest. Yes, his behind was on fire, but he knew he truly deserved it this time. Besides, Gibbs was still there, holding him, making everything alright. That's all that mattered.

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