Part 4

(Thanks again for all the reviews. There is spanking in this chapter so if you do not like please do not read.)

Tony woke when his name was called. He got up and went through to the kitchen. Gibbs had set dinner on the table, "Come and eat Tony," he said.

"I'm not hungry Dad," he replied.

"Eat."

Tony sat down. He managed to eat some of it. "Miss Todd gave you some work to do, you can start it now."

Tony got his books and looked at them.

Half an hour later Gibbs looked over his shoulder," You haven't done very much," he commented.

"I've got all week."

"Don't leave it too late."

"I won't Dad. Have you got a family Bible?"

"No," he answered. By the tone of the answer Tony knew not to ask any more. "If you're finished you can go to bed."

"But it's early," Tony protested.

"Now Tony."

"Can I read in bed?" he asked hopefully.

"For half an hour, no longer. If you're not fully well you need to get some sleep. I'm going out to start the tables."

Tony took his books to his room. He watched as Gibbs took the lantern and went out to the barn. He thought about going to Gibbs' room and looking in the chest but he decided to leave it until the next day. He had no idea how long Gibbs would be. He got ready for bed and lay reading until he heard the door creak open. "Time to put out your light," Gibbs said sitting on the bed. He ran his fingers through Tony's long hair. "You need a haircut."

"I like it long, Dad." He looked up at Gibbs. "I'm sorry I made you mad."

"I was not angry, well not really. You need to remember that I expect you to do as I say."

"Yes Dad." Gibbs bent down and kissed his forehead.

"Go to sleep. I love you."

"I love you too," Tony said as he drifted off to sleep.

Gibbs went back to the barn.

Tony heard the door creak and he turned over on the bed to face a very angry Gibbs. "Want to explain what you were playing at?" Tony shook his head. "Well maybe I'll have to teach you how to obey orders."

Tony looked up his eyes widening. "How?" he asked tremulously.

"Consequences." He saw Tony's face lose colour. "I am not your father Tony. There are lots of chores around here that need doing and guess whose name is at the top of the list for completing them?"

"Mine."

"Got it in one. You've also lost TV privileges for another 3 days." Tony groaned.

"At this rate I'll never see a TV ever again."

"I'll get my Dad to make a list for you. If you're busy you won't have any time to get into trouble." I hope Gibbs thought.

"But I'm ill!"

Gibbs almost laughed. Now Tony would admit to being ill. "Didn't stop you climbing out of the window." He made to turn away. "And another thing I hated as a child," he emphasised the word child," one thousand lines of I will never endanger my life by climbing out of the window."

Tony couldn't help himself," And what about if I need to do it for work?"

"Are we at work?" Gibbs asked his eyes narrowing.

"No Boss."

"Right. Let's make that one thousand five hundred for the attitude."

Tony groaned but managed to stop himself saying anything more.

Gibbs went back downstairs. His father was sitting with a cup of coffee in front of him. "Any for me?"

"In the pot," Jackson said. "Tony coming down?"

"I didn't say he couldn't."

"Bet you didn't say he could either," Jackson said going to the door and shouting Tony's name.

"I need a list of chores for him that won't tire him out too much but will keep him busy," Gibbs said. "I also need a pad and pen." He searched in the dresser behind him.

"Taking a leaf out of my book?" his father asked. Gibbs glared. "One thing you hated as a child was writing lines."

Tony came into the room, the pad and pen were sitting on the table. This was like déjà vu. Obviously all these Gibbs men used the same punishments. "Thought you might as well get started," Gibbs said.

Tony sat down. "You might as well get started Tony," Jackson said.

"This sucks," Tony said

Jackson saw his son's eyes narrow," Leroy, help me get dinner."

Tony looked down at the sheet of paper, he was sorely tempted to do what his young self had done. "There's more paper to replace it," Jackson said reading Tony's mind. Tony looked up and smiled. "If you're not going to start you might as well set the table. Cutlery is in the drawer behind you."

As they were sitting after dinner Jackson asked," What sports do you like playing?" he asked.

"Don't have much spare time to play anything. Your son keeps us all pretty busy."

"Tony!" Gibbs warned as he set the pills and drink down in front of him. He was too tired to argue about taking them so he swallowed them quickly. "What about all those nights out?" Gibbs said.

Tony went red. "He's young Leroy, he's allowed to have nights out. You were young once yourself."

"I don't go out as often as some people think," Tony said. "I'm going to bed."

When he left Jackson said," He can help me in the shop tomorrow."

"I'm going to do some yard work," Gibbs said.

Tony lay down on the bed. He had to find out what happened to the original Gibbs' family. He must have remarried and had another son to carry on his name but when and to whom.

He pretended to be asleep when he heard his door being opened. He felt the bed go down as someone sat on it. He felt a hand run through his hair. "Why do you always have to push my buttons all the time?" He could hear affection in the voice and he felt very alone when the hand was pulled away. He heard the door close. This had been such a bad idea, it wasn't going to work. He should never get close to people, they always found out what his father had always known, he was weak and stupid. The only thing that stopped him running was his need to help the young Tony.

Tony woke early the next morning, he got dressed and went out to do his chores. When he came in Gibbs was making breakfast. "You're up early."

"I feel better after that long sleep. What are you doing today?"

"I'm going to work on those tables and chairs. I finished one last night."

"I could help," Tony offered.

"No, you've got work to do and don't think I won't check how much you've done."

Gibbs went out to the barn. Now was his chance. Gibbs usually got so caught up in his work that he wouldn't be back in for hours. He went through to Gibbs' bedroom and looked at the chest. He lifted the blanket that sat on the top of it and then pulled up the lid. A beautiful dress sat on the top, he carefully lifted it out and set it on the bed. Next was a Christening gown. Then some photos. A beautiful woman and two boys smiled out at him, they looked so happy. Then he noticed something pinned to his Dad's vest. It was a star. He also had a gun in a holster just like he'd seen in Western movies. He looked down, sitting in the chest was the very same holster, he picked it up. It was heavy. The pistol was still in it. "Wow!" Tony said pulling the gun out of the holster. It was heavier than the guns he was used to. He pointed it at the window.

"PUT IT DOWN!" a voice thundered. He swung round the pistol still in his hand. A hand grabbed it and threw it onto the bed. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I..."

"I told you not to open this, didn't I?" Gibbs said angrily.

"Yes, I ju..."

"No excuses." He grabbed Tony's arm and almost dragged him into the kitchen. He sat on the chair and pulled Tony over his knee. "I've been far too lenient with you." Six powerful swats rained down on his backside.

"I'm sorry, please. I won't do it again."

"No you won't." Tony felt Gibbs' hand grab the waistband of his trousers and pull them down.

"Please no." Gibbs undid the flap of his underwear. "OW!" Tony yelled as Gibbs' hand hit bare flesh.

Gibbs lectured as he swatted between each word. "You will not touch a gun ever again. Understood?" He lifted Tony up to face him. Tears flowed down his cheek. He wiped his face with his sleeve.

"I un..der..st..and. I w..on..t do it a..gai..n. I'm s...orr...y." He couldn't stop the tears.

"Go stand in that corner until I tell you to come out." Tony almost ran over to it. He couldn't face Gibbs. He'd messed it up as usual. Gibbs was so angry with him, he wouldn't want him. He heard the door close.

He tied up his underwear and pulled up his trousers. He hissed as the material hit his backside. He had to get out. He was ruining this man's life just like he had done his father's. He headed for his bedroom. The window couldn't be seen from the barn, so he climbed out. He didn't know where to go. Ducky! He set off for town. Although Ducky was his Dad's best friend he was sure he could find him an orphanage to go to. He would surely do that for him. He wasn't about to ruin someone else's life.

TBC