AN – I know Rule 12 is not 'Never date a lawyer' but I have my reasons for making it so in this story. All will be revealed shortly!
Thanks for your patience in waiting for this chapter. I hope the fact that it's extra long will make the wait worthwhile. Please let me know what you think. I love reading the reviews and it helps me to know I'm not on this writing journey alone. Please indulge me if you can. xx
As many of you guessed, this is a flashback chapter. Please remember this is a CONSENSUAL Domestic Discipline dynamic.
Chapter 21
June 1998
Sitting back in her chair, Jenny looked at Stan. The latter, having just received a head slap from Gibbs, was rubbing his scalp furiously.
"Damn!" cursed Stan. "Forgot rule 13!"
Jenny laughed and shook her head.
"What's with all the rules anyway?" she asked
"Damned if I know," replied Stan turning to watch Gibbs take the steps two at a time as he headed to Morrow's office. "You'd think he'd write them down somewhere so we could at least memorise them. Although, this wasn't my fault. The suspect lawyered up. What was I supposed to do?
"I've heard about the famous Gibbs' rules. Rumour says he learnt them from Franks," said Will, pausing from his own work to join the conversation. "And rule 13 is?"
"Never, EVER involve lawyers," replied Stan and Jenny together, putting great emphasis on the word 'ever'.
Will chucked.
"Rumour also has it, there are quite a few that revolve around lawyers."
"Well, I know rule 12 is 'Never date a lawyer', 13 is 'Never ever involve lawyers' and I think there's another one in the 20s about lawyers," said Jenny.
"Exactly my point," said Stan, still wincing as he gingerly touched his head. "He needs to write them down so at least we know if or when we're breaking them."
"No need," called Gibbs as he rounded the corner into their workspace. "My job is to teach them to you."
Stan looked up in surprise.
"That was quick, Boss," he said. "Director not there."
"Dunno," replied Gibbs. "Phone rang. We got a lead. Grab your gear!"
****NCIS****
Later that evening as Jenny and Gibbs relaxed on the sofa, Jenny thought over her earlier conversation with Stan. In the short time she'd been working for Gibbs, she'd often wondered about the rules. Where they came from? What possessed Gibbs to have them and to whom they applied.
The latter was of particular interest to Jenny as it seemed some of the rules didn't always apply to Gibbs.
"So, these rules," she said, lifting up her coffee mug to take a sip. "Where'd they come from?"
Gibbs looked up, trying to make sense of the random question. "Huh?" he asked.
"Your list of rules," explained Jenny. "Stan and I were wondering where they came from and why you have them?"
"Everyone needs a code to live by," replied Gibbs. "As to where they came from. All over. Some are mine, some I borrowed from other people. Some are just common sense."
"So what's the issue with all the ones about lawyers?" she asked grinning.
"Do you really need me to answer that?"
Jenny laughed "Guess not," she said. "So, rule 12? I gather you've had some unsuccessful dates with lawyers?"
Gibbs simply grunted and went back to watching the news.
"Seems to be a pretty specific rule to me," continued Jenny.
Gibbs turned and levelled her with a look that spoke volumes.
"Fine," sighed Jenny rolling her eyes. "Rule 40, Never discuss lawyers."
"If it seems someone is out to get you, they usually are," corrected Gibbs.
Jenny looked at him in surprise.
Now it was her turn to be confused.
"Huh?"
"Rule 40," explained Gibbs. "has nothing to do with lawyers. I was correcting you."
"Seriously? You have a rule 40? I was making that up. How many rules are there?"
Gibbs shrugged.
"About 50," he said casually. "I write them as I need them."
"Can I see them?" asked Jenny.
"Nope," replied Gibbs. "As I said today. It's my job to teach them to you as they become relevant. If you just read them, you wouldn't remember them."
"So, why is it that some of the rules don't always apply to you?"
"What do you mean?" asked Gibbs.
"Well," said Jenny slowly. "Take rule 3 for example; Never be unreachable. Why is it we have to always be accessible but there are times when you turn off your phone or deliberately make yourself unavailable. Doesn't seem fair to me."
"Tough," replied Gibbs determinedly. "My rules, my way."
Jenny felt herself bristle. If there was one thing she couldn't abide it was double standards.
"That's bullshit," she said, annoyance edging her tone.
"And again," replied Gibbs, nonchalantly. "Tough!"
Slamming down her coffee mug on the table, Jenny stood and flicked off the TV. Gibbs rolled his eyes.
"Now what?" he asked, sighing deeply.
Standing in front of him, Jenny crossed her arms over her chest.
"So, it's OK for you to be flout the rules but not us?"
"Exactly," replied Gibbs.
"Why?" she asked.
"As I said, My rules, my way! Now can you turn the TV back on, please?" he demanded.
"No," replied Jenny. "I want to discuss this apparent lack of consistency."
Moving in front of the coffee table, her arms remained tightly crossed as she took a seat on the piece of wooden furniture.
"So," she began slowly. "It's OK for you to turn off your phone but, if I did it…"
"You'd end up over my knee," finished Gibbs casually.
"But…but…"spluttered Jenny. "That's completely unreasonable.
"No, it isn't," argued Gibbs. "I made the rules. I'm the one in charge. I'm the one responsible for you, Stan and Will. If, for whatever reason, I need to get hold of you, I need to know you'll respond."
"And what if we need to get hold of you?" asked Jenny.
"Then, nine times out of ten, you'll get me. But, for that rare time you can't, there will be a good reason why. You just have to take my word on that."
"And what if I have a good reason for being unreachable?"
"I'll listen to you," replied Gibbs. Then, with an amused grin, he added, "And, then, I'll take you over my knee."
Jenny growled with annoyance.
"That is completely irrational!" she said, standing up and stepping forcefully away from him. Grabbing her coffee mug, she stalked into the kitchen and slammed it down into the sink.
Passing him on her way to the stairs she heard Gibbs say, "If you're going to sulk, can you turn the TV back on?"
Swinging around so violently, her pony-tail snapped her on the cheek, Jenny hissed, "Get off your ass and do it yourself!" before she stormed passed him and up the stairs.
The sound of Gibbs' amused chuckle was like a red flag to a bull.
"Your rules, your way?" she muttered to herself as she slammed the bedroom door, loud enough to shake the house. "We'll see about that, buddy!"
Changing into one of Gibbs T-shirts, she quickly brushed her teeth before falling into bed. However, as angry as she was with Gibbs' lack of reason, she struggled to fall asleep, opting instead for the warn out old paperback on the bedside table. It took her by surprise then when, thirty minutes later, Gibbs entered the room.
She looked up expectantly.
"Bit early for you isn't it?" she said, noting it was only 10.00pm on the bedside clock.
"Need to do something," he said, coming around to her side of the bed.
"What?" she asked.
"This," he said and, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he pulled back the covers and took Jenny's arm. With a surprised squeak, the latter felt herself tugged from the warmth of the bed and unceremoniously draped over Gibbs' lap.
"What the hell, Jethro!" she yelled furiously.
As her panties were lowered and Gibbs' hand rapidly descended on her unprotected bottom, she heard Gibbs say, "You know exactly what to expect when you speak with such disrespect to me, or anyone else for that matter. As for the temper tantrum.."
Here he paused and it wasn't long before Jenny knew why. When she felt the first 'splat' of the wooden spoon on her already reddened bottom, she squealed in pain.
"You may want to reconsider before you go around slamming doors!"
The spanking, although brief, was rapid and to the point and left Jenny in no doubt as to how pissed Gibbs was with her behaviour. Putting down the spoon, he lifted her up and stood her in front of him.
"I have no issue with you questioning the rules," he said calmly. "You are well within your rights to do so. What you are not within your rights to do is, disobey those rules, speak to me with the disrespect you did down stairs or slam doors in a childish temper tantrum. Those behaviours will see you over my knee every time! Are we clear?"
The sting in her bottom combined with the severe scolding, had Jenny nodding her head furiously and agreeing with every word.
"Good," said Gibbs, pulling Jenny to his lap and holding her close.
He ran his fingers through her hair and Jenny felt herself relax against his chest.
"This red hair," he murmured softly, tugging on a few strands playfully. "is your crowning glory but, oh, can it fire your temper and get you in a world of trouble, young lady."
"I'm sorry I lost my temper," she said softly into his chest. "But I still don't like the double standards of the rules. If rules are there to be followed, we all should follow them. Including you."
Patting her bottom a little harder than necessity warranted, Gibbs sighed.
"Well, we're going to have to agree to disagree on that one, my love."
Lifting Jenny as he stood from the bed, Gibbs laid her back down before he quickly divested himself of clothing and crawled in next to her. Trailing his hand down her flat stomach, his fingers soon found her moist core and he gently caressed her arousal.
As she gasped and shuddered under his touch, Gibbs covered her mouth with soft kisses.
"Now," he said throatily. "How about we finished this evening with some pleasure instead of pain."
The following morning Jenny found herself still out of sorts regarding the double standards of Gibbs' rules. Despite the spanking she'd received, it hadn't been enough to quell her rebellious nature or her need to test him on his promises.
"I need to drive by the mall on my way to work," said Jenny as they ate breakfast in the kitchen. "There's something I need to pick up."
Gibbs nodded and checked his watch.
"I'm heading in now anyway," he said, standing and rinsing his cup in the sink. "I want to check something with Morrow before Burley and Decker arrive."
As he passed her, Jenny felt Gibbs bend slightly to kiss her gently on the head.
"See you at work," he said before grabbing his keys and heading out the door.
Ten minutes later, Jenny was in her own car heading for the mall. Despite the fact she and Gibbs rarely slept apart these days, they always make it a priority to ensure they arrived in different cars and at different times to maintain a level of professionalism within the workplace.
Finding a park close to the entrance, Jenny grabbed her purse and ran into the mall making a beeline for the travel agency where she had booked a surprise weekend away for her and Gibbs. Finding the teller who had initially served her, Jenny asked for the travel documents.
"Ah, yes, Ms Shepard," said the woman behind the desk. "I have almost everything here. However, there's some missing information we need for insurance purposes. We've been trying to contact Mr Gibbs all morning but his cell keeps going to voice mail. Unfortunately, until he can provide us with the necessary details, I can't give you the documents."
Jenny's shoulders slumped in disappointment. She had hoped to surprise Gibbs with the trip tonight. Although he knew Jenny was planning a trip for them, he had no idea where she had booked for them to go.
"Hang on," Jenny said, fishing in her purse for her cell. "I'll try him on mine."
Hitting the speed dial, she waited for the call to connect and was both surprised and frustrated when it, too, went straight to voicemail.
"Damn," she muttered under her breath.
"It's no problem, Ms Shepard," said the woman gathering the papers together. "If you can just ask Mr Gibbs to call us sometime today we can have the documents ready for you to pick up this afternoon if you were able to come back?"
"Yes, that should be fine," said Jenny standing up and tucking in the chair. "Hopefully you'll hear from him soon."
As she left travel agency, Jenny seethed with anger.
"Rule 3 be damned!" she cursed to herself.
Once again, Gibbs had proven himself to be the spokesman of inconsistencies. Woe betide any of them if they were suddenly unreachable, she thought to herself. But it's OK for the high and mighty Gibbs to flaunt the rules when he wanted to!
As her fury increased with every step, Jenny made a rash decision. Digging in her purse once again, she found her cell and, after only a moment's hesitation, she switched it off.
"Let's see how you like that, Jethro," she thought to herself.
With her cell turned off, Jenny decided to make the most of her freedom and, passing a small boutique, entered the store to have a look. Well, she thought, there'd be no point turning off the phone and then heading straight to work. He wouldn't even notice her stance against his autocracy. Chances were, he wouldn't noticed anyway, particularly if he had no reason to call her within the next 30 minutes but Jenny was happy just knowing she was making a stand against his ridiculous rules and, for the time being, that was enough.
Thirty minutes later, with a new sweater in tow, Jenny swung onto the highway and headed to work. She had been tempted to turn on her cell when she first got into the car, her curiosity to see whether Gibbs had tried to call her almost getting the better of her. However, deciding it would make more of point the longer she left it, she decided she would turn it back on once she had reached the NCIS parking lot. Which is exactly what she did.
Ten missed calls!
Jenny gasped and a feeling of dread quickly overthrew the previous smugness she had been exhibiting.
"Crap!" she said aloud.
Noticing there were three voice mail messages, Jenny, very tentatively, dialled to listen to them.
"Hey," said the familiar voice of Gibbs. "Rule 3 Jen! Call me when you get the message."
The second voice mail was even more to the point.
"Call me! NOW!"
The third had Jenny blushing and quivering all at the same time. Listening to the message, she could tell Gibbs had stepped away for privacy and his voice was low and menacing.
"First chance I get you will be going over my knee for a hard, bare bottomed spanking. You can count on it!"
"Shit, shit shit!" cursed Jenny, grabbing her purse and running to the building.
Pressing the button for the elevator, she waited and tried to ignore the slight quiver in her knees. As the elevator opened, Jenny prepared to rush in only to be met by Stan, Will and a very pissed Leroy Jethro Gibbs who were on their way to the parking garage.
"I…" began Jenny.
"Save it," growled Gibbs, pulling her into the elevator and thrusting her back-pack into her chest.
Looking around, Jenny couldn't help but notice the sympathetic glances from both Stan and Will as the elevator descended one more floor.
When the doors opened onto the concrete floor of the garage, Gibbs stepped out.
"Burley, catch Shepard up," he barked as he passed the truck in which she, Stan and Will would travel. "I'll meet you there."
Wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole, Jenny trudged behind the two agents as they headed for the truck, dreading the moment she and Gibbs would be alone.
It was almost six hours later before they finished at the latest crime scene. Six hours during which Jenny's mind couldn't help but wander to her upcoming punishment. Waiting was the worst especially when Gibbs had spelled out so distinctly what she could expect.
When the time finally came for them to head back to the office, Jenny was a bundle of nerves. Other than a few necessary commands, Gibbs had refrained from speaking to her and, as they walked back to their vehicles he came up beside her and quietly barked one simple order. "You know where to meet me."
Now, standing in the old interrogation room, Jenny's heart thumped loudly against her chest and she fully regretted her earlier decision to push Gibbs on his promises. What an idiot she was. Gibbs never threatened lightly. If he promised her a spanking, a spanking is what she'd get.
When the door burst open, Jenny jumped. Cautiously, she watched as Gibbs closed and locked the door before bringing two chairs in front of each other. He took a seat on one and indicated she should sit on the other. Not wanting to push him any further, Jenny did as asked.
"Why?"
Although the question was barked, Jenny was reassured that Gibbs was giving her a chance to explain her earlier actions, he was willing to hear her out. While the outcome was never going to change, at least she felt she was going to be heard.
But what could she say? As the silence overwhelmed her, Jenny felt the hot prickle of tears as the lump in her throat quickly grew in size.
"I…" she stammered. "I don't know, I guess I was just pissed."
"At?"
"At the double standards regarding your rules. When the travel agent couldn't get hold of you and I couldn't, I…I don't know, I just got mad."
It was a feeble and childish excuse and Jenny knew it.
"I wanted to give you a taste of what it was like," she finished quietly.
Gibbs sighed. A long, drawn out sigh from which Jenny knew no good could come.
"I had a meeting with Morrow," Gibbs began. "When I recognised the travel agent's number I put it to voice mail. When she rang the second time in less than two minutes, I turned off my phone so as not to be interrupted. As soon the meeting was over, my phone was switched on and I returned the travel agent's call."
Jenny's head bowed in shame.
"I also tried to call you back but obviously, by then, you were staging your little protest."
Despite the trouble she knew she was in, his words sparked a tiny flicker of anger in Jenny and she found herself saying, "I don't like double standards, Jethro. If it's OK for you to turn off your phone, then it should be no problem for me to do the same."
"The difference, young lady," said Gibbs quietly, his anger almost breaking the surface, "is, I turned mine on the moment I was free which was within about 5 minutes. I also instantly called you back to make sure there wasn't an emergency. As I pointed out last night when we had this discussion, I am team leader. Case calls, leads, emergencies, come through to me. I need to know my team is reachable to follow through on those calls. Now, if there had been a good reason as to why your phone was turned off, I would be prepared to negotiate the consequences of breaking this rule. But there wasn't, was there?"
Realising Gibbs wanted an answer, Jenny simply shook her head and whispered, "No."
"No, there wasn't," surmised Gibbs. "You turned off your phone in a display of childish temper, something you have been spanked for on numerous occasions. Maybe one day, Jen, the message will sink in."
Jenny was surprised when Gibbs suddenly stood and headed for the door.
"Grab your stuff, we're going home," he ordered.
"What?" replied Jenny, confused. "But I thought…"
"Oh, you thought right," answered Gibbs. "However, this is not the place. Your act of rebellion was sparked from a home discussion and, while it very nearly affected your work, it stands as a personal issue. Therefore, it will be dealt with at home. Besides," he added as he opened the door. "I don't have what I need here."
Jenny blanched at his words.
"Wh-what do you mean?" she stuttered nervously.
"You know exactly what I mean," replied Gibbs. "Now, move it, before I decide you need a work place spanking for nearly missing the crime scene today."
Not wanting to experience anything 'extra', Jenny pushed back her chair and stepped passed him into the corridor grateful he hadn't added a swat as she sidled through the door.
The drive back to Gibbs' house was tense and silent and Jenny was almost relieved when he finally pulled into the drive.
Stepping through and shutting the front door, Gibbs placed their weapons in the safe before turning to her and saying, "Wait for me on the stool in the basement. You can spend the time thinking about why you are getting this spanking."
Once again, Jenny's temper reared.
"I'm not a child to be put in time-out, Jethro," she said angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.
She watched as Gibbs took a deep breath before he leaned into her and growled, "Did it ever occur to you that the time out might be for my benefit?"
Sucking in her bottom lip, Jenny shuddered slightly. Bowing her head, she gave it a little shake.
"No," she whispered.
"Do not test me on this, Jen," said Gibbs, his voice still low and menacing. "You will not like the consequences."
Without any further discussion, Jenny made her way to the kitchen and headed down to the basement.
She didn't have to wait long before she heard Gibbs' footfalls on the stairs. And it also didn't take long for her to see the hard, wooden hairbrush he held in his hand. She stood up and stepped away from the stool she'd been sitting on and swallowed nervously. She'd only experience that brush once and only for five swats but that had been enough to light a fire on her backside and convince her it was an implement to be avoided at all costs.
Gibbs caught her glance straight away but didn't say anything until he was standing directly in front of her.
"Why are you getting this spanking," he said calmly, taking a seat on the wooden stool she had just vacated.
Jenny tried to swallow but all moisture had left her mouth.
"Because I turned off my phone and broke rule three," she supplied quickly.
"Yes, there's that. But this spanking is for far more than just breaking rule three," said Gibbs. "Why is this spanking taking place at home and not at work?"
Again, Jenny tried to speak but the dryness in her mouth made the words very difficult.
"Because…." She cleared her throat. "Because I made it personal."
"How?" asked Gibbs.
Jenny thought for a moment. Her face flushed as she thought about how she'd wanted to get one up on Gibbs by deliberately baiting him. How her actions had been nothing but a childish display of self-righteous temper. As she expressed these thoughts out loud to Gibbs, she felt the shame of her actions.
"And that," said Gibbs firmly, once she had finished. "Is the reason why this spanking is happening at home. We have an agreement and today, you tested that by deliberately baiting me to see what would happen. Well, young lady. I hope you enjoyed yourself because you sure as hell aren't going to enjoy the consequences."
As he spoke the final words, Gibbs reached forward and undid Jenny's work pants allowing them to slide down her hips and fall to the floor.
"Take them off," he demanded.
Stepping out of the black fabric now pooled at her ankles, Jenny placed the pants over the work bench before turning back to Gibbs, her hands clasped together over the tiny triangle of lace that constituted her panties. However, these too were lowered and, again, Gibbs commanded they be removed altogether.
Now, standing naked from the waist down, it always surprised her how self-conscious and exposed it made her feel. It was like her body belonged to a different person when it was prepared for a spanking. Once again, she clasped her hands together in front of her, trying to hide what Gibbs saw just about every day. Being bared for a spanking evoked feelings and emotions like none other Jenny experienced. It was something she couldn't fully understand. All she knew was, standing naked like this, her bottom bared for a hard spanking, was beyond anything she could rationally explain.
Pulling her hands away from her body, Gibbs placed them to her sides. He knew standing exposed to him was part of the vulnerability and submission of the upcoming punishment and it was something he insisted upon.
"We've been here before," began Gibbs. His voice was gentle but firm and Jenny knew her time was almost up. "Just last night I spanked you for your display of temper. Then, today, you took it once step further. You turned that temper into a tool of testing. Testing me to see what I'd do. Well," and here Gibbs held up the dreaded hairbrush for her to see, "you're about to feel exactly what I'm going to do."
"Please Jethro," squeaked Jenny. "Not the hairbrush."
I'm sorry, Jen," replied Gibbs, sounding anything but sorry. "You have been warned and spanked for this before. This time, I'm going to make sure you know exactly what to expect every time you want to consider baiting or testing me."
Taking her arm, Gibbs gently steered her to his right side and lowered her carefully over his lap. Sitting on the tall wooden stool meant that Jenny was left dangling at his mercy. Her bottom was high and exposed, her feet were off the ground. Even her hands couldn't touch the floor and so, as was always the case when Gibbs used this stool to spank her, she grasped the wooden legs and held on tightly. The only thing that kept her from toppling off Gibbs lap' was the firm, strong arm that wrapped around her waist. The one means of comfort and security during what would be a blistering spanking.
"You will receive two rounds of ten swats to each cheek," said Gibbs and Jenny gasped.
Quickly doing the maths in her head, she calculated forty swats.
"That's forty swats, Jethro," she all but squealed. "I can't take that!"
"You can and you will," he replied firmly. "Plus, the spanking will end with twenty additional swats to the lower centre of your bottom so you will remember this spanking every time you sit down for the next few hours."
Jenny wailed and started to struggle but Gibbs held firm.
"You deserve this Jen," he said quietly but with a gentle reassurance. "And you can take it. You've had worse during play sessions."
"Yeah, but not with that hairbrush," she argued desperately.
"The hairbrush is more of a psychological deterrent," said Gibbs. "You've had hundreds of hard swats with my hand during a session and barely complained."
She knew he was right and she also knew she would take this and survive it. But, the distinction between a punishment spanking of 60 swats and a hard play session of hundreds of swats was about as far apart as Seattle and New York.
She slumped forward, her sign that she was ready to accept this discipline. And, reading her cue, Gibbs tightened his hold around her waist, lifted his right and let it fall with a loud 'splat' on her right bottom cheek. The sound, combined with Jenny's yell, echoed around the basement.
A hot, biting sting was felt immediately and Jenny knew Gibbs was using force.
"Where's my warm-up!" she yelled at him. "Use your hand first!"
"Nope," came the determined answer. "No warm-up, Jen. This behaviour is ongoing and needs to stop. And this punishment is one you'll remember."
As the next nine swats landed with force on her right cheek, Jenny squealed and squirmed but to no avail. Gibbs' grip was a force of will and, with her legs pinned under his, all she could do was lie there and endure the pain. A pain which built to furnace level very quickly and left her in no doubt she would be feeling this for the rest of the day.
The switch to her left cheek was a short lived relief until it too felt like a swarm of hornets were attacking her. When the brush fell on her right bottom cheek again, Jenny submitted to the tears and emotions and allowed her body to release into desperate sobs. This was truly hurting. The swats were heavy and hard and each one bounced off her bottom leaving a deep, red imprint. Gibbs landed each spank with the accuracy he used at the target range. Swat after swat penetrated the soft tissue of her bottom cheek as he diligently placed each smack in the same spot. By the time the fortieth swat landed on her left bottom cheek, Jenny was exhausted from the struggle and overwhelmed by the intense pain.
It was, therefore, a shock to both her and Gibbs when the first of the last twenty spanks landed right where the centre curve of her bottom meets the junction of her thighs and she jerked so hard she broke free from his grasp. Managing to slide off his lap, Jenny felt Gibbs' arm tighten his hold around her upper half while her feet, now touching the floor in front of the stool, began to furiously dance as if the concrete floor were a blazing fire.
"What are you doing, Jen?" asked Gibbs, his hand momentarily paused in mid spank.
Jenny considered the ridiculousness of the question and said angrily. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm trying to get away from that fucking tool of torture."
Instantly, she regretted her mistake. Without comment, Gibbs dropped the hairbrush and, standing up from the stool, he manoeuvred both himself and Jenny so quickly she suddenly found herself bent over the stool with Gibbs now standing to her right side. His left hand applied gentle pressure on her back and her feet were left dangling in mid-air. She didn't know how many spanks fell to her already bruised and reddened bottom but Gibbs' hand made sure she knew her outburst was not appreciated.
When his hand finally stilled and Jenny was crying with full remorse, Gibbs said, "You ready to continue."
Unable to speak, Jenny simply nodded and allowed Gibbs to lift her from the stool in order for him to take a seat and drape her back over his lap. Securing her legs between his, Gibbs wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I promised you 60 swats with this hairbrush," reminded Gibbs. "And I don't forget my promises. You have nineteen swats to go. Let's get through them without any further outbursts that will lead to extras."
Too exhausted to fight, Jenny lay limply over his lap and waited for the inevitable. It came with sharp intensity and her upper thighs exploded in pain. When the fifth swat landed, she truly wondered if she could take anymore but, take them she did. As the last spank landed, Jenny collapsed over Gibbs lap in sweet relief that it was over. It was, by far, the hardest punishment spanking she'd ever taken from him and one she didn't ever want to repeat anytime soon.
Hearing the brush being thrown onto the work bench, Jenny felt Gibbs' hand gently stroking her back as he waited until she was ready to get up. When she finally gave him a small sign she was ready, his gentle hands reached under her and lifted her, not just to her feet but, up into his arms as he carried her to the soft worn-out sofa in the corner on the room. Lowering them both carefully down, Jenny found herself cradled in Gibbs' lap. Her bottom and thighs throbbed, her head ached from crying and her whole body was limp and exhausted.
She didn't want to speak. There was no need. She knew why she had received the spanking. She knew why she had received the extra swats and, most importantly, she knew Gibbs was a man of his word. He had promised her a hard, bare-bottomed spanking and that's exactly what she had received. And, when the intense pain receded enough to allow her to think rationally again, she would be grateful that Gibbs had followed through on his promise. She needed him to be consistent. She wanted him to be true to his word. And, Gibbs had delivered.
Knowing this in both her heart and head only deepened her love and respect for this man she gladly called her lover and partner through life.