Title: The Too Young series: The Forbidden

Disclaimer: I don't own the show NCIS, I'm just borrowing the characters for the story.

A/N: This story is part of my series called Too young, where Ziva is nineteen years old and has been assigned as Liaison Officer to Gibbs' team (just like on the show). She is taken care of by, and also seen as the responsibility of, Gibbs and occasionally also Director Jenny Shepard who were the ones that decided she could stay at NCIS regardless of her young age.

I wrote "Staying Focused" as the first story about a younger Ziva and I've had to make some changes in that story to make everything work better as a series. "Staying Focused" is still included in the series though of course.

The first change is that Ziva is nineteen, not twenty three and I have my reasons for making that change. The second change is that in this series Gibbs only administers Corporal Punishment to Ziva, (because of her age and the fact that he has taken responsibility for her training and safety) not the rest of the team. The third and last change is that "Staying Focused" takes place at the beginning of season three, not the end of the season. In this story the team has been informed of Ziva's age.

A/N 2: This is the third story about Ziva in my Too Young series.

Thank you all so much for your reviews and feedback!

CHAPTER 10

When Jenny was gone and out of earshot Gibbs turned to his charge and spoke in a calm but dangerously low voice. "You lied to me."

She said nothing. She did not feel like speaking at the moment since there was no use in trying to deny her crimes.

"Why?" he asked.

Alright so that was a direct question and she figured she had better answer those. "Because I did not want driving lessons. You knew that."

"Yes. I also recall ordering you to attend them for safety reasons." he took a step closer to her, "And since when does it matter what you want when I give you an order?"

"It never seems to matter what I want." she replied a bit sadly. "I am just supposed to do what everyone tells me to." she turned to him, "I have a will of my own you know." she added, trying not to make it sound too defiant.

"Don't try making this into something it's not, Ziva. I took the time to explain to you exactly why you had to take driving lessons. I scheduled classes for you. I asked if you went and you said yes. Therefor you lied to me."

She knew this was true. But it did not make it feel any more fair that she had to take the classes in the first place. She already knew how to drive, she had been driving for years in fact. "Yes, I guess I lied to you. For that I am sorry. But no matter how many times you explain to me why I have to take driving lessons I still cannot see how it can be right to force me to attend them, Gibbs."

Gibbs was starting to realize he was going to have to give up on convincing her that he was right. Perhaps she was right in saying that she would not understand anyway. He made a decision to end the conversation right then. "Alright, if you're right then you're just going to have to accept what I tell you as an order even if you don't agree." he pulled out a chair from under the table and spun it around. "Because you NEVER lie to me, Ziva."

Sensing he was quickly moving towards the punishment she backed up a step and adjusted her ponytail, "I have never lied to you before." she stated, "Do I not get extra points for that?" she backed up another step, "Perhaps so many that you might even...let me off the bait." she said hesitantly.

Gibbs felt a smile coming on but fought it back. He found this side of Ziva quite impressing. The way she never went down without a fight. It was not within her nature to do so. "the term is 'off the hook' and yes that does give you a few extra points in my book. But they will not in any way make me let you off without punishment. You have earned a trip over my knee. "he beckoned her with his finger but she remained in place. "Do we do this the easy way or the hard way?"

She fidgeted slightly and eyed the chair dreadfully. "I...I do not..."she trailed off, not sure if she should continue.

Gibbs raised a brow in question and cocked his head to the side, "You don't what, Ziva?"

She took a breath but kept her head low, "I do not want a spanking, Gibbs." she managed to get out and glanced up at him. His expression was quite emotionless but given the situation that was a sign he was actually showing some sympathy.

He beckoned her once again and this time she approached without hesitation, knowing he was not about to just throw her across his knee right away. When she was within reach he put a gentle hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "You're not supposed to want one, Ziva. It's punishment. But as you know, once it's over you have payed the prize and you are forgiven."he moved his hand from her shoulder to grasping her left hand. By the hand she was guided to stand next to the chair as Gibbs took a seat on it.

She sighed, "This is going to hurt a lot on Monday."

"Why are you thinking about Monday now?" he inquired.

"Because I will spend three hours driving a car in the afternoon." she said with a hint at some humor in her voice.

Gibbs grinned, suddenly understanding why she had been putting some extra energy into resisting even though it was pointless, "That's for sure. Can't be helped though." he then pulled her down across his knees in the familiar position.

She resisted the urge to whimper when she felt him raise his hand above his head. This was going to hurt. He brought his hand down and a split second later she felt the sting spread across her butt. She cringed and shifted a little to try and find a more comfortable position. Gibbs felt her start to shift and tightened his hold on her.

"Hold still, young lady." he growled.

She immediately stopped her squirming. His hand descended again, this time with more force, and she yelped. Not wanting to give in to start making sounds of pain already she determinedly stuck her index finger in her mouth and bit down on it hard.

Gibbs had gotten into a steady rhythm and his hand kept falling with the same force as the second swat. After having kept it up for a few minutes he could feel Ziva start shifting involuntarily again. Even though he usually didn't lecture while spanking he felt this time it was necessary to remind her of what had landed her in the position in the first place. "Tell me why you are getting a spanking, Ziva." he demanded and was surprised when he didn't hear an answer from her or even an attempt to try to answer. "Ziva?" he kept his hand falling, "Ziva?"

"I wo dirrepcul ta you and de directo." she tried to speak but most words came out as a slur because of the finger in her mouth.

Gibbs rolled his eyes and stopped smacking her for a second. He leaned forward to take a look at her face and discovered her biting down on her index finger. "Stop that right now." he demanded and watched her turn her head slightly to the right and look him in the eye with a frightful look. He knew he could not afford to laugh at the moment but he did find her antics such as this one quite humorous at times. She stopped biting down on her finger and released it from her mouth. Gibbs gently took her right hand and placed it on the small of her back. "I can see your left arm from here." he warned sternly to make she wouldn't try the same tactic again.

Feeling much more confined now than before she let out a sob and looked back at him, "No Gibbs, please. I will not do that again." she pleaded, hoping he would release her arm.

Casting a quick glance at the red bite marks on her finger he could see they were actually quite deep. At seeing that he shook his head and motioned for her to face the floor again. Reluctantly she did so.

"Let's try this again. Tell me why you're getting this spanking."

No longer able to control her emotions Ziva let the first tear roll down her cheek. She hated feeling this vulnerable. She hated feeling guilty, because that was how she felt. Once she had understood that Jenny and Gibbs had never intended to punish her for driving this time she had started feeling more and more guilty by the second over shouting at them for no reason and acting the way she had.

A particularly hard swat landed and she was made painfully aware that she had not yet answered his question. Fighting back tears she spoke with a shaky voice, "I was disrespectful to you and Jenny." she said and felt more tears free themselves and escape down her face. "And I threw a tantrum down in the squad room." she sniffed. "I am sorry."

He believed her, he really did, but they were not yet finished. She had to learn to keep her temper under control and he intended to make sure she did before it landed her in even deeper trouble.

"What else?" he asked sternly while smacking her.

"Ow!" she yelled and kicked her legs for a few seconds while trying her best to focus her mind on what it was she had left out. "I...I, d...d...do not...know." she was crying harder now.

"Think harder then." Gibbs admonished while keeping up the same pace.

"Ouch! Ow!" she cried when she felt him start to focus on the lower part of her bottom where her thighs and bottom met. Usually she could take more before falling apart like this but she was just so exhausted from the day's events and the fatigue caused her to become even more emotional. "Please stop Gibbs! I will not repeat it...just stop!"

Sighing he picked up the pace a little more, wanting to hear a real answer coming from her lips before he could stop the spanking and let her up. "I want an answer." he said.

"Aaah!" she kicked her legs again and squirmed across his lap, trying to avoid the heavy swats. She wished she had remembered how much this hurt earlier in the squad room before she started yelling at Gibbs and Jenny.

Sensing her distress he decided it would be enough for her to hear it from him first. "You lied to me, Ziva." he reminded her and she nodded her head vigorously.

Hearing those words she finally gave up and went limp across his knees and just cried. Gibbs then knew it was time to end the spanking. She had had enough and he had gotten his point, or rather points, across. He aimed at her sit spot again and delivered a dozen hard swats while repeating "You will NOT act disrespectfully toward me or the Director of this Agency. You will NOT through temper tantrums. And you will NOT EVER lie to me again. Is that understood, young lady?"

This time she managed to formulate a coherent answer right away, "Yes, s...sir." not wanting to risk prolonging her own agony any further by not answering. "It is understood." It felt like someone had placed a torch on her poor behind and she just wanted it to stop.

He delivered five more hard smacks to her backside and then stopped, resting his hand on her back. She continued to cry across his lap for a while and he took the time to gently rub her back and whisper reassuring words to her. They stayed like that for approximately five minutes before Gibbs put one hand underneath her upper arm and gently lifted her up and off his lap.

When she was once again on her feet and in front if him she turned around to not have to face him.

"Hey." he said gently to get her attention. He took hold of her hand and made her turn again. Wiping the tears away with her sleeve she looked at him. He could see that she was embarrassed which was only natural, and knew that she needed some time alone to deal with her humiliation. Wanting to clear the air between them first he reached up and wiped away a stray tear on her left cheek with his thumb. "It's over now. I know you didn't mean for everything to get out of hand today and I hold Tony and McGee responsible for what happened in the field. You should know that both me and Jenny are grateful to you for helping them but you should also know that our decision regarding you driving still stands."

She nodded but kept her gaze directed at the floor. "I know." she whispered.

"You should also know that we do not find it acceptable for Tony and McGee to leave you alone anywhere out in the field the way they did today." he almost expected her to roll her eyes but was pleased when she didn't. He knew how she felt about the two Agents being ordered to look after her in the field. "They made a mistake."

Ziva hung her head. She just wanted to turn and leave so she could lick her wounds and care for her wounded pride alone somewhere. She was also desperate for some sleep. She resisted the urge to reach back and rub her still burning backside and decided to wait with that until she was in fact alone.

Seeing her discomfort he searched her eyes and asked "How are you doing?"

"It hurts." she murmured. He opened his mouth to comment but she beat him to it, "And yes I know it is supposed to." she finally looked up at him.

He grinned. 'Oh yeah, she's going to be fine.' he thought. "You'd better not repeat what you did today, Ziva. " he said once again with a serious expression written on his face. "You need to learn control and I do not ever want you to treat people with the lack of respect you showed today."

She shook her head. "I will not. And Gibbs? I am sorry...for everything that I did today. Including the lying." she swallowed, "I hope you have not completely lost all trust in me." the thought of Gibbs not trusting her anymore was almost unbearable to the young Agent.

He cupped her face and looked into her eyes, "I trust you, Ziva."

She smiled at hearing that.

"I'm going down to see Jenny now and let her know I didn't kill you." he said. "You can stay up here and rest."

Ziva gave a little sigh of relief at the thought of being left alone for a while. Walking past her Gibbs gave a firm smack to her bottom while heading for the door. "Ouch!" she exclaimed in pain and surprise. "What was that for?"

"For giving my car a new color." he said with a smirk.

This time she could not resist the urge to rub the sting out of her backside while scowling slightly at him.

To be continued

A/N: Alright so only a short chapter left to wrap this one up now. I hope you liked this chapter. I had some trouble putting my thoughts into words with this one so a little feedback would be greatly appreciated.