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Chapter 14

Pretty certain her dad was gonna make her wait until he finished his second cup, Taylor made a slight detour before going to sit her room. The longer she waited the more nervous she got, I mean how long did it take to drink coffee? Finally she decided she'd had enough, and made a break for freedom. Unfortunately her timing was not the greatest, and she ran slap bang into her father as he appeared in the doorway. The impact knocked her backwards and she landed on her butt. Saying he did not look happy was an understatement, so when he reached down to pull her up she scooted backwards across the floor, before standing up herself.

"Just thought I'd check you hadn't forgotten about me." she offered as an excuse, backing up a little.

This did not improve the situation one little bit, and he stalked towards her.

"Oh, don't you worry, I haven't forgotten!" Taylor backed up a few steps, but her retreat was blocked by the wall.

He grabbed her easily and she soon found herself standing in front of one really pissed off Gibbs, who was now sitting on the bed. He wasted no time, undoing the button on her combats and jerking them down to her knees. Fighting him all the way, she wriggled from his grasp and pulled them back up again.

"I told you it wasn't my fault!"

"He looked at her in astonishment. "We've just had this conversation, you know it was your fault!" he tugged them back down again.

"Well, I've changed my mind!" Glaring at him she reached for her pants again.

"Too bad! I haven't!" he'd had enough, and lifted his squirming and kicking daughter across his knee.

"Let me go you b******!"

They both froze. It was hard to tell which of the two were more shocked.

"I didn't mean to say that, I swear!"

She found herself on her feet again, but this time she was too scared to look at him, never mind argue. Without saying a word he led her over to the corner. Sitting back down again, he tried to get a grip on his own temper.

He watched her carefully for about ten minutes. She was crying quietly now, and all signs of her earlier temper were gone. Hoping she was ready to listen, he called her back over.

Not hesitating, Taylor walked over to her dad, wiping her eyes and sniffing, head still down.

"Hey! Look at me." though he didn't shout, it was definitely an order.

He waited until her eyes met his.

"You really have to get a hold on that temper of yours. If you don't, you're just going to keep landing yourself in trouble, and you know I'm not going to let you get away with that. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

"I don't care what makes you angry, you're going to stop and think before you react. You should know by now exactly what's going to happen if you make the wrong choice, and if you're planning on sitting down anytime in the future you're going to have to learn fast." He waited for her to acknowledge what he'd said.

She nodded.

Satisfied with that he continued.

"Next time you get angry, try counting to ten, slowly, before you do anything, that way you can figure out if it's worth the consequences."

"Ok."

"As for your language…."

Taylor dropped her gaze to the floor again.

"I didn't mean it. It just sorta slipped out."

"Look at me." She didn't look up until he popped her under the chin with his finger.

"If I ever hear language like that coming from your mouth again, for any reason, my belt's comin' off and I'll make sure you regret it!"

"Yes sir"

"Pants."

Taylor knew he was testing her, so she undid the button and pushed them down. Swallowing down the rising panic she allowed herself to be positioned over his knee. He started to spank almost immediately, hard and fast, taking her breath away. Afraid she was gonna swear again she kept her mouth tightly shut. Only the occasional yelp or hiss escaped before she eventually started crying. The fire in her backside, grew rapidly, and just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, he stopped. Her relief was short lived however when instead of letting her up he hooked his fingers under the waist band of her shorts and slid them down. A dozen eye watering swats later and he was done.

After fixing her clothing, and lifting her onto his lap, he held her until the tears stopped.

"Go get cleaned up, you have a few apologies to make before dinner." Gibbs could feel her body tense up at the request and thought she was going to refuse. However not wanting to end up over her dad's knee again Taylor slid off his lap and walked towards the bathroom. One, two, three……..