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Chapter 10

Taylor was trying to kill time in her room as she waited for her dad to come and kill her, alternating between pacing, and staring longingly out the window. She tried hard not to think about what was going to happen, but considering how much trouble she was in that was extremely difficult. Fighting back the tears for the umpteenth time, Taylor threw herself down on her bed, closed her eyes tightly, and tried to convince herself she was somewhere else.

Eventually the door opened, making her jump, but it was only Vicky.

"You okay?" Vicky asked as she sat on her own bed, opposite Taylor.

"For now." Taylor sat up and swung her legs off the side of the bed. "What's going on down there? I've been waitin' for ages."

"Your grandpa's in the store, your mom's making lunch and your dad's gone for a run."

She wasn't sure if that was good or bad. "Do you think that means I'm not gonna get spanked?"

Unfortunately Vicky shook her head. "Aunt Patricia sent him out to run off his temper. Sorry."

"Crap! He was that mad?"

Not wanting to scare her cousin, Vicky changed the subject. "How'd they find out?"

Taylor blushed. "I got angry and opened my big mouth."

Vicky grinned at her. "That wasn't exactly clever was it?"

"Yeah, well I didn't exactly plan it!" Pouting she tossed her pillow at her.

"Well that's pretty obvious!" Vicky threw it back again.

Catching it, Taylor gave it a quick punch before lying down again and placing it under her head. "I'm never getting out of here again, am I?"

Vicky shrugged. "They'll calm down, eventually."

"You're makin' me feel so much better." Told her sarcastically.

"I can always …."

The door opened before Vicky could finish, and she jumped to her feet.

"Didn't we tell you to stay out of here?" Gibbs stepped aside, and Vicky guiltily slipped past him.

"Sorry."

Closing the door behind Vicky, Gibbs turned to face his daughter. The run had given him time to think, as well as to get a lid on his temper. He knew what he was going to do.

He took Vicky's place and waited for Taylor to sit up. She looked scared, and she should be.

"Do we need to go over anything we talked about earlier?" He wasn't going to drag this out.

Taylor shook her head.

"So you understand why you're being punished."

She found her tongue. "I didn't do what I was told, lied, and put myself in danger." The sooner this was over the better.

"That about covers it." He pointed to the floor in front of him. "You know what to do."

Lowering her pyjama pants, Taylor didn't fight as her dad pulled her across his knees and slipped down her sorts. As he started to spank, she forgot all about the relief she'd felt when he didn't take off his belt. All she could think of were the stinging swats, and the rapidly growing heat in her backside. By the time he fixed her pants and stood her back up she was crying hard, but instead of comforting her, she found herself being led into a corner. She wasn't surprised. He'd spanked her harder before, for a lot less, so there was bound to be a second round.

Leaning down he whispered into her ear. "Stay there until I get back."

As soon as she heard the door closed, Taylor risked a look over her shoulder, just to check she was indeed alone, before trying to pull the fabric of her shorts, away from her skin. Her clothing only intensified the heat, and any relief even for a short time was worth the effort.

Taylor had just managed to get her tears under control when her father reappeared.

"Get over here!"

He sounded angry, and when she turned round to face him, and saw what he was holding, Taylor started to cry again, but didn't move.

"Now Taylor!" He didn't want to do this, but unless he gave her something to be afraid of, she was just going to keep acting without thinking. He was praying that if he did this now, Taylor would at least stop and think about what he'd do, if she put herself in danger again.

Eyes still locked on the strap, she had no intention of moving any closer to it.

"Dad…. No…"

He was not willing to negotiate, and Taylor found herself being dragged over to where he had been standing, he propped his foot up on the bed frame and dumped her unceremoniously over his leg before tugging down both her pants and underwear. All the wriggling in the world wasn't going to help her as her father held her tight and brought the strap down hard across the middle of her backside. Taylor had never felt anything hurt like that before, not with only one smack. Ignoring her panicked cry, he raised his arm again and landed another lick of equal force on her sit spot. If Taylor thought her ass was on fire earlier, now those two areas were blazing. She braced herself for another smack, but instead he dropped the strap on the bed, fixed her clothes and stood her upright.

Gibbs still did not offer any comfort, though it wasn't easy as his daughter stood there, looking lost, with tears still falling as she gingerly reached back to pull her clothing away from her backside. Sitting down, he pulled her in front of him.

"Until I decide you can behave yourself, you're not going to be any further away from me than this, and if not me, your mom or your grandpa." Pausing, he waited to see if she was going to protest though he doubted that very much. She didn't. "You pull any stunts, try to give us the slip, or misbehave in any way, you'll find yourself right back here and I'll give you the strapping I should of given you today. Is that clear?"

Taylor glanced fearfully at the strap, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, before nodding.

He gave her one last glare, just to make sure she knew he was serious, then softened his expression and opened his arms. Without hesitation, Taylor moved in closer clinging on tightly, mumbling the occasional apology and promise, but mainly letting the contact between them calm her down, until she felt confident enough to move away.

Sniffing, she scrubbed her hands over her face, before taking a step back and looking at him suspiciously. "How'd you know where to find it?" Taylor asked, nodding towards the wide strip of leather. The last time they'd been here and her dad threatened her with it, she'd hidden it, just in case. He hadn't used it then, but it hadn't taken him long to find it today.

"How did I know you slid it in behind the closet?"

"Yeah."

"You think I never tried to hide it before?" Jethro gave her small grin and picked it up. "I know exactly what this thing feels like."

Taylor took a breath, ready to ask another question, but didn't get any further.

"And before you ask, I'm not telling you what I did to deserve it. You get enough ideas on your own without me giving you any new ones."

XOXOXOXOXOXO

It was harder than Taylor had thought, having to stay within arms reach of someone all the time. At least if she had been forced to stay in her room she wouldn't have had to listen to what Vicky had been doing, or what she had planned. From all accounts Vicky had been having a great time with Patrick, Lucas, and Katie, whereas the highlights of Taylor's days had been cleaning out the storeroom with her dad, or helping her mom make lunch. Not that she had any intention of complaining about it. Even though it had been a few days now, she could still feel the two welts every time she sat down.

"Go get your coat, we're going for a walk if you want to come too."

Taylor looked up at her mom from where she was lying on the couch beside her grandpa. "We are?"

"Well, if you'd rather stay here?" She teased.

"No, no, I'm comin'!" Taylor flew upstairs to find her coat, before anyone changed their mind.

The three of them, Taylor, her mom and dad made it a good way along the track beside the lake, before they met anyone. It was just Taylor's luck that it had to be Ethan. She had been walking just in front of her parents when she caught sight of him as they rounded a bend. Taylor froze when she realised just who it was. Ethan did the same.

Gibbs prepared himself to grab his daughter, half expecting her to launch herself at Ethan. He was surprised though, when instead Taylor backed up until she was leaning up against him, hand reaching round for his. He took it, not sure if she was scared of the boy, or if she didn't trust herself not to attack. Either way, he was relieved at her reaction, maybe she was learning after all. Never the less he kept his eyes locked on Ethan's, silently warning him not to speak, until he passed. Danger averted, Taylor took a wary look behind them at a hastily retreating Ethan, before letting go of her father and reclaiming her position up front. She fully intended to make the most out of the unexpected outing.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

The following day wasn't too bad either. Instead of helping out in the store, or dusting, Taylor had been roped into helping her father wash the car, and she was throwing herself into it wholeheartedly. The car had been parked out back, where the hose was, and was now covered with a mass of white soapy bubbles. Eager to start rinsing, she turned on the water and aimed the hose at the roof, just like she'd been taught to. Her efforts were rewarded by a loud yell from the other side of the car. Taylor took a step back, and looked on in horror as her dad stood up, water dripping from his hair, shirt soaked. Somewhere in the back of her mind she was aware that the hose was still pointed at him, but instead of stopping the torrent, Taylor erupted into a fit of giggles. She was still laughing as he stalked round to her side, and prised the hose from her hand.

"Think that's funny, do you?"

He didn't give her a chance to answer. Placing his thumb over the end of the nozzle he made the water spray right over her like a fountain.

Patricia must have heard the commotion as Taylor yelled and tried to avoid the onslaught of cold water. "What are you two up to?"

Jethro lowered the hose, and looked guiltily at his wife. "We're washin' the car."

Raising an eyebrow she looked from one to the other. "Do I need to go get the wooden spoon?"

Grinning Taylor shook her head, but Jethro thought for a second before answering.

"That reminds me, I still owe you."

Taylor had no idea what he was talking about, but her mom did.

Patricia started to back away, holding her hands out in front of her. "Oh come on, that was just one little swat."

He took another step closer to her. "Uh huh?"

She glanced nervously at the hose again. "Don't you dare!"

He dared. Raising the hose, he aimed right at his wife, and within seconds she was as wet as they were. "Now we're even." He stated with a smirk, before turning towards the tap.

"Don't think so."

Jethro turned back towards her, just in time to receive a soapy sponge in his face.

"Maybe now we're even."

"Right that's it!"

All hell broke loose, water and sponges flying everywhere, until the water stopped flowing from the hose.

"What in tarnation is going on out here?" Jack stood, hand on the tap. The three of them froze.

"You trying to catch your death?" He pointed towards the door, and they dropped their 'weapons" before squelching past him towards the house.

Taylor brought up the rear, trying to wring some of the water out of her clothes. She stopped beside him, and held her arms out wide. "Don't I get a hug grandpa?"

"No, you do not get a hug. I intend to stay dry." He placed his hands on her shoulders, and winked at her before turning her towards the house. "And don't drip on my clean floor!"

He followed them inside, shaking his head. It was going to be so peaceful when they left, but he had to admit, he was going to miss them.