WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES A BARE BOTTOM DISCIPLINE SPANKING. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!
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Abby continued to sniffle against Gibbs' side for awhile, but she eventually relaxed. She dried her eyes and began to feel more like herself - albeit herself with a very sore backside. She began to feel the tiredness steal back into her body, but she was determined to resist. She did NOT want to go to bed, no matter what promises she had made to take care of herself. That could start tomorrow. Right now she just wanted to be hugged and cuddled and told that she was safe and loved. She did not want to be sent to bed. She tried to stifle the jaw-splitting yawn, hoping that Gibbs would not see.
Of course he did see.
"I think its bedtime, Abby," he said softly, still maintaining contact with her as he gently pushed her up so she was standing.
"No!" she whimpered softly.
"You're fine," he confirmed, seeing her eyes brimming with tears. "Abby, you're exhausted. You need sleep. Come on, I'll help you upstairs."
"Don't wanna," Abby slurred with another yawn.
"I know. Come on."
How does he do that? He simultaneously agrees with me while making me listen to him. He's just too good. It really isn't fair. I'm sleepy. No! I don't want to go to bed!
They had reached the top of the basement stairs and Abby looked around desperately, hoping to find a reason to not go to bed. One very good idea occurred to her and she immediately used it.
"I can't go to bed, Gibbs. I'm hungry."
He raised his eyebrow. "Hungry? You had a big supper less than three hours ago."
"I'm hungry," she insisted.
"Fine. What do you want?"
"Toast."
"Okay. I'll get you some toast."
Plan activated!
"Go lie down on the couch while I make it."
Plan hampered.
"I don't wanna."
Gibbs just ignored the protests and sent her toward the living room with a gentle nudge and a stern "Go."
She went.
Abby tried to sit on the couch, but her bottom was still stinging too much. She finally laid down on her stomach as Gibbs had told her too, but she refused to close her heavy eye lids.
No going to sleep. No going to sleep. I don't want to sleep! I want to stay awake.
Exactly why it was so necessary that she stayed awake eluded her, but like a tired child, she was going to fight against bedtime with all that was within her.
"Here's your toast, Abs," Gibbs said, entering the room. Abby knelt on the couch and surveyed the snack critically. "I don't like that type of bread."
"All I've got."
"Oh."
Can't get him to change the bread type. Now what?
"Um, can I have something on it?"
"Like what?" Gibbs asked patiently.
"Do you have peanut butter?"
"Yes."
"I want peanut butter then."
"Okay. I'll get some for you." Abby started to get up to follow, but a motion from Gibbs stopped her. "You stay here."
Hmph!
A minute later he returned with the peanut butter on toast.
"I want jam too!"
Gibbs narrowed his eyes at her and Abby widened her own eyes, trying her best to look innocent - and awake.
"What kind of jam?" he asked patiently, but there was an underlying tone of stop messing around.
"Strawberry."
"Anything else that you'll need?"
"No."
"Seriously, Abby, this is all that you're getting for a snack. Are you sure that you only want strawberry jam?"
"Yes."
Oh, great, now he's catching on. Now I'll have to be more sneaky.
Abby waited until she had taken several bites of her lavishly topped toast before her next request.
"I'm thirsty."
"Hmm. How did I know you'd say that?" Gibbs asked. There might have been a touch of sarcasm in his tone.
"I really am!" Abby protested his implications, no matter how true they were.
"Water or orange juice?"
"Caf-Pow!?" Abby suggested hopefully.
Gibbs shook his head, although it was clear that he was slightly amused by her attempt to wrangle her favourite drink. "Water or orange juice?"
"Coffee?"
"Abigail." Okay, his amusement had disappeared. Now he was starting to get stern again.
Should I push him now - um, no, not right now. Later? Maybe.
"Orange juice." She slumped down on the sofa, not worrying about the crumbs that were shedding everywhere. If he wants to keep caffeine from me, then he can have the crumbs!
"Sit up."
He has more eyes on the back of his head than my mom did!
Stopping there would have been a good idea, but once Abby saw the orange juice she had to protest.
"Gibbs! That has pulp!"
"I know."
"I HATE pulp!"
Gibbs calmly moved the juice to the side and reached out to tip Abby's chin so he could look her in the eyes. "Abby, do you spend much time with toddlers?"
"No," she replied slowly, confused by the random question. That was much more her field than Gibbs'!
"I have in the past, and you are acting like a very tired two-year-old. Now, either finish your toast and juice quickly and without whining or go to bed now."
Abby frowned, but quickly stuffed the toast in her mouth. She grumpily drank the juice, making sure to make lots of faces over the pulp. Gibbs just sat and watched her, ignoring her displeasure at being told what to do.
"Done?"
"Yes," Abby finally admitted.
"Then head upstairs. I'll be up in a second."
A protesting "No!" was the response.
"Abby, have you somehow forgotten what just happened downstairs because you didn't listen earlier today?"
"No" - subdued this time.
"Then start obeying or we'll have round two. This is your only warning, young lady. Disobey again and I will spank you."
Abby was nearly in tears from exhaustion. Somewhere in her brain the frustration of not getting what she wanted was mixing with the warning and lack of caffeine comfort. Abby was on the verge of a breakdown. Thankfully, Gibbs seemed to understand. He set down the dirty dishes which he had intended to return to the kitchen and instead came to her side.
"Let's go on up, baby." He nearly carried her upstairs, Abby's reluctance and tiredness making her walking unsteady. Gibbs finally got her to her room and pulled back the sheets. "Get on in, Abs."
It was at that inopportune moment that Abby's temper flared up and took over.
"No!"
Where did that come from? Why did I yell that at Gibbs? Oh, dear! I'm in trouble - again! Run away! Run away fast! I can't run! He already has me over his knee. Oh, this is bad - very bad! Oh! Oh, oh, oh! He's pushed my shorts and panties down - he's going to spank my bare, sore butt! Kick and struggle - maybe I can get away before ...
SMACK!
"Have I got your attention?"
OW! I hate getting spanked! Spankings are horrible, especially bare! Wait, he asked me a question. I should answer before he swats me again!
"Ye... yes, sir."
"Good."
SMACK!
Ow! Ow! OW! That hurts so much worse than over my shorts and I'm already sore from my earlier spanking and I want it to be over!
"You, young lady, are much too tired to stay up any longer. I know you don't want to, but you need to sleep."
"I don't wanna!"
SMACK!
That was a stupid thing to say!
"OWW!"
"You are going to be a good girl and sleep and tomorrow you'll feel better. Now, do I need to keep spanking ..."
SMACK!
"...or are you going to go to bed and sleep?"
How can four spanks hurt so much?!
"I'll go to bed! I'll go to bed! I promise! No more!" Abby begged, trying to wriggle out of Gibbs' firm hold on her.
"Good. Hold still. We're almost done."
Almost - oh, no! More spanks!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Abby squealed through the last two swats and as Gibbs quickly pulled her shorts and panties back up over her burning bottom. He lifted her and set her in bed, just like the child she was acting like. He calmly tucked her in, ignoring her attempt to rub the sting out of her throbbing bottom, and leaned over to give her a kiss on her cheek. However, Abby was still thoroughly upset over the last six spanks, no matter how well she had earned them. She folded her arms and rolled away, giving Gibbs her back. She heard him sigh and back away from her bed, leaving her alone.
"Night, Abs. Love you, no matter what," he said softly. "Sleep well."
He took two steps away from the door before the panic set into Abby's heart.
"Wait! Come back!" She rolled over, wincing as she did so. She looked up at Gibbs who had immediately responded to her panicked cry. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'll never do anything bad again."
Gibbs chuckled, a welcome sound after the long, emotionally-charged evening. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Abs."
She smiled, wiping away her tears.
He's calling me "Abs" again. He's not upset anymore. He loves me. I'll be okay. I need sleep. I'm tired. Oh, this bed is comfy.
"Night. Love you, Gibbs."
"Love you too, Abs. Sleep well."
Abby sighed in defeat as she conceded, "I'm sure I will. Spankings sure wear me out!"
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Well, she's finally going to get some rest - at last! Gibbs probably needs some too by this point!
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