Echoes Chapter 49 - Corner Catastrophe, a ncis fanfic

Wow! It has been a lot time since I posted in this story, and I apologize.

For those of you who may just be following this story and not know about the others, since the last time I posted here (if I remember properly) I wrote/have been writing short stories based on two prompts from the Christmas voting time - "Lunch Box Lessons" about Little Ziva's first day of school, and "Half of the Story" (still continuing) about Abby and Ziva getting into a fight but Gibbs just blaming one of them (update coming soon on that as well!). I have been mulling an idea for another Cable story as well, but waiting until I have more written so that there won't be massive waits in updates, as these NCIS stories are my priority at the moment for when I have the excitement to write something non-school-related. :P

Special thanks to EVERYONE who has reviewed since I posted the last chapter. There have been so many and I love them all. Thank you, thank you, thank you. The more reviews I get, the more I realize how this story helps people in different ways - from entertainment to heart healing. Thank you for allowing me the honour of sharing my writing with you. Hugs to you all!

I appreciate your great patience for this next chapter. I have been struggling to find energy to write but I hope that this one will be good enough that it will help everyone get back into the story. As this chapter is a continuance of the discipline started in the previous chapter, maybe review that one first so this one makes sense. ;) (I had to do that lots in getting back into writing this story). Ziva is really pushing Gibbs today, so there is a lot more to come before she goes to bed.

Warning: spanking in this chapter.

Enjoy!

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It took a great deal of patience on Gibbs' side to stop from rushing over and giving Ziva a spank for kicking the wall. It took even more patience from stopping himself the second and third and fourth times she kicked it. But he let her have her "tantrum" moment, let her get out her anger on the wall. If she did any damage ... well, she was not going anywhere any time soon. He could always give her chores.

So while Ziva breathed shakily into the junction of the two walls, Gibbs sat on the sofa and watched her. The kicking stopped before any holes in the wall, at least from what he could see. He took deep breaths, unconsciously trying to exemplify the breathing that he wanted Ziva to emulate. The "time out" was good for him too.

Instead of deep breathing, he started to pick up on a little constant murmur coming from the corner. His eye sight might not be stellar but his hearing was excellent.

"Not fair ... do not want to stay ... will be sorry! ... he can just ... I do not care ... not working ... no ... he is wrong ... mad at ..."

This quiet stream of complaints was a natural expression of Ziva's grumpiness and Gibbs was not threatened by it. But as the volume got louder, he made sure the secret amusement would not be heard in his voice as he gently corrected, "Ziver, you need to take this time to think about what you did wrong, not complain. Quiet down."

His words were calm, gently correcting. This was a tone that he rarely used, and almost never when disciplining, but he was trying to make sure that nothing he did was going to trigger an explosion.

Nevertheless, it did.

"I do not WANT to be quiet!" Ziva yelled, spinning from the corner to glare at him with eyes of fire. She kicked the wall again, this time causing a crack.

Well, I tried to be patient.

Gibbs walked over, firmly took her arm, and led her to her to the couch.

"You know that's unacceptable behaviour," he said simply, then pulled her over his lap.

"I HATE YOU!" Ziva shrieked, kicking as he gave her a spank with his hand on the seat of her pants.

SMACK!

"I love you," he replied calmly, then followed up with a few more spanks.

SMACK!

SMACK!
SMACK!

SMACK!

"The corner is for reflecting, not destroying," he said firmly, helping her to her feet and standing up to make direct eye contact with her. "Are you ready to think now?"

It did not miss his attention that Ziva was gritting her teeth even as she tried to sound carefree with her, "No!" That had stung more than the "hardened warrior" wanted to admit.

"Well, you're going to be doing fifteen minutes of thinking in the corner now or we can sit back down again and I can warm up your backside a bit more and you can do your corner time after and then we will have a talk about your attitude. Which will it be?"

He saw the regret in her eyes for a moment, then a flash of temper. At that point he knew the result. He felt regret too, knowing what he would have to do. Even if it was for her own good, he hated doing it.

"No!"

He sat back down, gently tugged her over his knee, and have a spank to the center of her bottom.

SMACK!

"The behaviour you're showing me is bad. Change it."

SMACK!

"I do not want to! My behaviour is perfectly ..."

SMACK!

"FINE! Leave me alone!"

SMACK!

He did not engage with the yelling and kicking. He slowed down the spanks, quietly taking Ziva's hand and holding it out of the way when the squirming young lady tried to block the spanks.

SMACK!

She was kicking wildly, so he waited until she wore herself out enough - or thought he had ended that spanking - that she stopped. Then he firmly went back to the slow, measured spanks.

SMACK!

"Ziva, you are getting this spanking for refusing to take your corner time to think about your attitude."

SMACK!

"When you are done, you are going to spend your time in the corner."

SMACK!

"I do not want to!"

She was trying to be defiant, but the slow, hard spanks were eating away at her courage. Gibbs picked up on it from the "I do not want" instead of "I will not." He lightened the force of the next few spanks. Lighter spanks would still sting enough to keep her attention.

SMACK!

"You are going to do it anyway." His voice was firm, but he tried to infuse some encouragement into it as well.

SMACK!

Gibbs paused. He could feel how the spanking had heated up Ziva's bottom, even through her pants. He hated going that severe over refusal to stand in the corner, but he also felt there was also other choice when Ziva had defied it so much.

"Ready to take some time to think?" he asked calmly, resting his hand on Ziva's back. He could feel the shaky breath.

"I do not need to think."

He moved his hand down to rest on her bottom. The heat rose through her pants and she squirmed at the touch.

"Ziva David, are you ready to take some time to think?" he repeated firmly, warning in his tone.

Please, God, let her say "yes".

"If it means so much to you. But I do not need to," she grumbled, trying to push herself off of his lap. He moved his hands, letting her get up.

"It does mean something to me. It means that you are listening properly," he said simply, then pointed. "Corner. Fifteen minutes. Quietly."

Ziva shuffled over. He saw her hands reach back to rub her bottom.

"Ziva!" he said sharply and her hands flew away. He watched her as she settled into the corner, head held high to try to appear defiant and unbothered by the corner time or the preceeding spankings. But he saw the small quivers of her shoulders. She was tough but she was still his little girl who had just had a spanking. After ten minutes, he got up and made his way to the kitchen. From there he could still keep an eye on her but also be getting a snack ready. He poured a small glass of orange juice and then grabbed a package of trail mix. He went back to the living room and put it on the coffee table before gently calling, "Ziver, your time is up. Come over here. We need to talk."

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I hope you enjoyed! Thank you so much for your patience in waiting for this chapter and I hope that you are all staying safe and well.

How do you think the talk will go? Ideas are welcome. :D

Virtual hugs until next time,