So the newest guest review from diamondinthesky had some helpful constructive criticism, so, diamond, if you ever read this again, know that you have my thanks. I know you like more affection at the end, I just feel as if Hetty isn't an overly affectionate person. I tried to compensate with the Densi scene at the end. I have added a little bit more and also tweaked the ending a bit. I do feel as if Hetty's patience would be shorter the following day, however, even if Kensi and Deeks were forgiven. Thank you so much for your review.
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Consequences
"You four did well today. Go home and get some rest," Hetty said, gesturing at Callen, Sam, Eric and Nell, who were slowly, tiredly packing up their things.
"Thank you," Sam murmured as he filed out of the bullpen, Callen following behind him.
"Goodnight," Nell said, and the pair filed out and into the hall. Hetty nodded as they passed.
"You two, however," Hetty said sternly, pointing a finger at Kensi, and then Deeks. "Boatshed. We need to have a chat."
Deeks gave a nod and pushed himself up, waiting for Kensi to file out ahead of him. Kensi gave him a pointed look. Neither of them wanted to walk by Hetty first, for fear of a taste of what was to come.
"Scoot!" Hetty snapped as neither one made a step forward. Kensi put on a brave face and walked out of the bullpen first, doing her best to stay as far away from Hetty as possible, which wasn't easy given the parameters. She stifled her yelp when Hetty landed a hard swat to her jean-clad backside. Despite her tiny size, Hetty was strong.
Deeks followed, pausing beside Hetty so she could give him the same he had given his girlfriend. He didn't bother to hide his yip as he trotted quickly after Kensi.
"Not looking forward to this," Deeks murmured as he slid into the passenger seat of the Audi, clicking his seatbelt into place. Kensi clenched her jaw and gave him a hard stare.
"We shouldn't've done that," Kensi muttered. "We deliberately disobeyed orders, and now we're toast."
Deeks closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest.
"Yeah, that was pretty stupid," he agreed as Kensi started the car and pulled out, heading in the familiar direction of the boatshed. Dusk was falling as they pulled up, parking beside Hetty's Jag.
"How'd she get here first?" Deeks exclaimed. "I was hoping to make a quick getaway through the trapdoor in the interrogation room," he joked with a grin, glancing over at Kensi.
She frowned at him, not in the mood for jokes. She got out of the car, waiting for Deeks to get out before locking it and shoving the keys in her pocket.
"Let's get this over with," she muttered, walking in the door, Deeks following.
"Miss Blye!" Hetty said loudly as the pair entered. "Go no further." Hetty gestured at the closed interrogation door, and Kensi heaved a sigh, opening her mouth to object. Hetty silenced her with a glare. Kensi then wordlessly opened the door and walked into the interrogation room, closing the door behind her. "Mr Deeks, upstairs, please. I want you in the corner. I'll be with you shortly."
Deeks heaved a sigh, trodding heavily up the stairs as Hetty went into the interrogation room where Kensi was sitting.
"Miss Blye, would you care to tell me why you and Mr Deeks deliberately disobeyed my direct orders today?" Hetty asked, not bothering to sit, coming to stand beside Kensi instead.
"We thought we could get them, we had a clear run," Kensi said, fingers fiddling under the table. She took a breath. "But, evidently, we didn't. We should have waited for Callen and Sam. I'm sorry." Kensi looked down at her lap, refusing to make eye contact.
Hetty nodded, seemingly happy with her response. "Thank you. What you two did today was not only disobedient, it was reckless, stupid, and could have gotten someone killed. If this offense is ever repeated, it will make this spanking seem like a walk in the park. Understand?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kensi said with a nod. "I'm sorry," she said quietly, already regretting her stupid actions.
"Stand up, over to this side please." Kensi nodded and did as asked, scooting back her chair and walking to the other side of the table. "Belt off, on the table."
Kensi used shaking hands to unbuckle her brown leather belt, placing it on the table in front of her.
"Jeans, down." Kensi's eyes widened. She had been on the receiving end of Hetty's discipline before, but never bare. She did as asked, unbuttoning and pushing her jeans to her knees, revealing plain black cotton panties. She hooked her thumbs in their waistband, preparing to pull those down too.
"No, those can stay," Hetty allowed, reaching for Kensi's discarded belt, folding it in half. Kensi breathed a sigh of relief. "Bend over please, elbows on the table."
Kensi did as asked, and the first swat fell almost as soon as she got into position. She sucked in a fast breath, eyes widening as the sting set in. She barely had time to let in sink in before the next strike of her belt fell across her backside. Several more swats later, Kensi was holding back tears.
Hetty covered her whole bottom with swats until Kensi had tears streaming down her cheeks. Hetty then moved lower, focusing on that tender intersection where bottom met thigh. Right where she would feel it most after the fact, and right where her panties offered almost no protection.
Hetty was quick in her spankings, fast-paced smacks aimed precisely. She didn't talk at all during them, and the silence was almost too much to bear.
"I'm sorry. Stop, please," Kensi pleaded after a few more minutes, hopping back from foot to foot, arching her back.
"Hold still," Hetty said, pausing for a moment. Kensi was grateful for the slight reprieve. "We're almost finished. You're getting six more. I want you to count."
Kensi nodded, bringing a hand up to scrub tears from her eyes before gearing herself up for the final leg of her punishment. The first blow came, and Kensi jumped. She was reaching her breaking point. "One." She braced herself for the second swat. This one fell on the backs of her thighs, and Kensi stood up straight, the intensity of the blow shooting her straight off her feet.
"Two!" she yipped shrilly.
"Back over," Hetty said shortly, gesturing at the table with her belt. Kensi gave her a tearful, pleading look, but Hetty did not give. Kensi bent back over, not bothering about keeping her composure now, openly sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks and puddling on the metal table top.
Hetty let the third smack fly, and the fourth, in rapid succession.
"T-three, f-four!" Kensi shouted, leaping up again, arching her back in pain.
"Stand up again, you're getting more," Hetty threatened as Kensi placed her elbows back on the table. Kensi nodded, taking a shaky breath. Hetty placed a hand on the small of her back, and let the final two swats fall, the hardest of all of them. Kensi couldn't hold in her yelp of pain as she struggled to count the strokes through her tears.
"F-fiv-ve, s-six-x," Kensi breathed out, trying to stop her crying. Hetty rubbed her back soothingly, setting the belt on the table, the buckle clattering.
"All over, Miss Blye. You did well. You may stand up now."
Kensi obeyed, standing upright, hands going to rub her bright red backside.
"Ah, ah! No rubbing, unless you'd like a repeat?"
Kensi jerked her hands away, eyes wide.
"You can pull your pants back up, Miss Blye. I want you in that corner until I am finished with Mr Deeks." Hetty pointed to the far corner. Kensi pulled up her jeans and nodded. "Come here," Hetty said, holding out her arms. Kensi smiled and bent down to hug her director. "All is forgiven, alright?" Hetty said, squeezing Kensi's arm comfortingly. Kensi nodded, sinking down to her knees. Hetty rubbed her back up and down for a few moments while Kensi made an attempt to stop crying. The shoulder of Hetty's jacket was thoroughly soaked by the time Kensi had regained some of her composure.
She pulled back, cheeks reddening as she laid eyes on Hetty's wet jacket.
"Sorry," she murmured, glancing down.
"It does not matter one bit, Miss Blye," Hetty replied firmly. "I've had much worse on my clothing."
Kensi giggled as Hetty patted her on the shoulder, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
Kensi got to her feet and shuffled to the corner of the room as instructed. Once she was gone, Kensi dropped her jeans back to her knees. Her bottom was much too red and swollen to have any abrasion irritating it and making the pain worse. Kensi sagged against the wall, placing her hands on her head, resisting the urge to rub.
Upstairs, Hetty opened the door to the second interrogation room, where Deeks stood with his nose in the corner, hands hooked in the belt loops on the back of his jeans.
"Mr Deeks, I'd like an explanation of what happened today."
Deeks heaved a sigh.
"We disobeyed direct orders from you, and put our lives in danger. We should have waited for backup, as instructed, instead of charging in by ourselves."
"Exactly. Not only did we loose our suspects, but you or Miss Blye could have been killed."
"I'm sorry," Deeks whispered, glancing down at his toes. This was a time, he realized, where his normally happy-go-lucky, joking attitude was not welcome. It would only make things worse.
"I know," Hetty said. "Shall we get this over with?"
Deeks frowned but nodded.
"Very well. Belt off, on the table, please," Hetty ordered, and Deeks did, then went to bend over the table. "No, no, jeans down, please," Hetty said, waving her hand at him. Deeks scowled.
"Hetty, please, no," Deeks murmured, giving her his signature puppy eyes. Hetty wasted no time in reaching for him, moving to unbutton his jeans for him. "No, Hetty, that's really not-"
Hetty smacked his interfering hands out of the way, took hold of the sides of his jeans, and tugged them to his ankles. Deeks couldn't hide the blush as he was divested of his dignity, standing there in red and blue boxers.
"-necessary." Deeks frowned.
"Elbows on the table," Hetty ordered, and Deeks did as told. He bore his punishment stoically until the belt struck him across the backs of his thighs, and tears sprung to his eyes. Deeks flew upright with a yelp. That stung! "Back down," Hetty ordered, placing a hand on his back when he did so. The blows continued to fall. Deeks realized she was aiming right for that sensitive spot between cheek and thigh, right where he'd feel it most when he sat down, likely for a few days after.
"Six more, and then you're finished," Hetty said after several more blows to the backs of his thighs. "I want you to count."
"Y-yes, Ma'am," Deeks said quietly, choking back a sob as the first blow fell across his sit spots. "One." Hetty allowed strokes two and three to fall in quick succession, right on the back of his quickly reddening thighs. "...two, three," Deeks shuddered, using all his self control not to stand up. Hetty cracked the belt across his sit spots again and he bit back a yelp.
"...f-four." Deeks sniffled, tears running down his cheeks unabatedly.
"Two more, Mr Deeks, and then you're finished." Hetty raised her arm high and let the final two smacks fall fast and hard.
"Five, six!" Deeks exclaimed with a yelp, then letting out a sigh of relief. Hetty tossed his belt onto the table.
"You may stand up now, Mr Deeks," Hetty allowed, patting him on the back. Like Kensi, Deeks went to try and rub the sting from his backside, but Hetty put a stop to it immediately. "No rubbing, unless you want more," she said sternly, and Deeks pulled his hands away. "Pull your pants back up," she ordered gently. Deeks obeyed, hissing in pain as the rough material rubbed against his hot, sore bottom.
"You've got quite the swing, there, Hetty," Deeks muttered through his teeth, fighting the urge to rub.
"Rightly so, Mr Deeks," Hetty replied.
"Did you have to do it that hard?" Deeks bounced on his toes, trying anything to quell the pain. Hetty gave him a look, and Deeks snapped his mouth shut.
"Come here," Hetty said gently, and Deeks gave his tiny boss a quick hug. Hetty rubbed his back for a moment before Deeks pulled away, feeling a little awkward.
"I'm sorry, Hetty," he murmured sincerely, sniffling a little as he stood back up.
"I know, Mr Deeks. Now come downstairs and go home, alright?"
Deeks nodded and snagged his belt from the table, following her downstairs, trying to find a comfortable way to walk.
In the downstairs interrogation room, Kensi could here Hetty's light footsteps coming down the short hallway, so she tugged her jeans back up over her still stinging bum.
"You may go home now, Miss Blye," Hetty said when she opened the door and Kensi nodded with a smile, walking out into the main room of the boatshed, finding Deeks standing near the couch. "I am going to go home and go to sleep, you two should do the same," Hetty said pointedly.
"Hetty sleeps?" Deeks joked. "I just assumed she recharged. Goes home to her little charging port..."
Hetty gave him a look, and he shut up.
"Goodnight, you two. No more repeats of this, alright? And I want you on your best behavior tomorrow. My patience will not be nearly as tolerant.
Kensi and Deeks nodded, and Hetty disappeared out the door. The pair let out the breath they had been holding, as they heard the door close.
"Ow," Kensi said once she had gone. "She really did a number on me," she muttered, hands going back to rub.
"Yeah, I'm not going to be sitting for a while," Deeks muttered with a grimace. "Are you okay?" Deeks asked, hands cupping her cheeks, gently scrubbing his thumb across the drying tear tracks.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Kensi murmured, nodding against his touch. "You?"
"Oh, yeah, I'll be fine. Might need a bucket of ice, or several, but I'll survive."
Kensi snorted, grinning at him.
"You need like a.. deep tissue massage or..something?" Deeks asked, cocking his head to the side, grinning impishly. He let his hands slide from her face down her shoulder, her sides, coming to rest on her hips.
"That is the last thing I need," Kensi said, cocking an eyebrow, covering his hands with her own. ""Let's go home." Kensi pulled her car keys from her front pocket and limped outside, Deeks in tow.
"Oh, wow," Deeks hissed, breathing through his teeth as his bottom made contact with the car seat.
"Yeah," Kensi agreed, scrunching up her face as she buckled her seatbelt. The pair drove home painfully, but not before tossing their leather belts into the ocean, never to be seen again. Once home, Monty greeted them with a wagging tail, his dish in his mouth, eagerly waiting for his dinner. He dropped it Deeks' feet with a clatter, waiting expectantly.
"Yeah, okay, buddy," Deeks said to him, bending to pick up the dish, groaning as he did so. "I'm gonna feed the dog. You want dinner?" he asked. Kensi shook her head, then headed up the stairs to the bedroom.
"I'm going to shower, then go to bed."
"I'll be right behind you," Deeks replied, heading for the kitchen, opening the cupbaord where the dog food was kept. He quickly fed Monty, then grabbed a few icepacks from the freezer, and a few dish towels from the drawer.
He made his slow way up the stairs, where he stripped out of his jeans, rummaging through his closet for a pair of sweats. Kensi emerged from the shower then, hair damp, wearing a tank top and short cotton sleep shorts.
Deeks could see the unnatural reddish purple swatches on her thighs when she turned around.
"Woah, baby, that doesn't look good," Deeks murmured, walking to her, running a finger over the back of her thigh.
"It's fine, Deeks. Nothing I won't recover from." Kensi raised the back of Deeks's boxer shorts to get a look at his thighs. "You don't look so good yourself."
"Yeah, baby, but yours is starting to bruise." Deeks lifted the back of her pant leg, bending down to get a closer look. "I had protection there, I'm guessing you didn't," Deeks muttered, referring to the differences between men's and women's undergarments.
"Hey, easy, tiger," Kensi snapped, pivoting her hips away from Deeks' prying eyes. "Yours is bruising too."
"I'm just trying to make sure you're okay," Deeks said sincerely.
"I'm fine, Deeks," Kensi insisted, walking to her side of the bed, sitting down with a hiss before rolling over onto her tummy. "I will take one of those ice packs though." She rested her chin on the backs of her hands, glancing at the ice packs Deeks had set on his nightstand.
Deeks grinned, sliding into bed next to her, rolling immediately onto his stomach with a groan. He reached down and rested a towel wrapped ice pack on Kensi's backside.
"Thank you," she murmured with a smile, leaning over to kiss him gently on the lips.
"You're welcome," he mumbled against her mouth, grinning. Kensi giggled, then rested her head on her arm, sighing as the ice pack began its numbing effects. They both slept on their tummies that night, but they slept well.
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The next morning, they arrived at the mission just before Callen and Sam, who followed them inside.
"Look, they're walking funny, Sam," Callen teased as Kensi and Deeks shuffled across the floor. Kensi whirled, glaring at them.
"And Kensi's wearing leggings, Deeks has got board shorts, what happened to the jeans?" Sam pointed out with a grin.
"Hetty didn't, did she?" Callen queried as he and Sam pointed out the obvious symptoms of a spanking the night before.
Kensi's and Deeks' ears turned bright red as they blushed, refusing to turn and look at their teammates.
"She totally did," Callen affirmed with a grin, jabbing Sam with his elbow playfully.
"Shut up," Kensi snapped as they reached the bullpen, glaring at Callen as he brushed by her and sat down. Deeks scowled, but didn't say anything.
Someone cleared their throat from above. The team's heads shot up to see Hetty glancing down at Kensi with a disapproving frown.
Kensi blushed bright red, glancing down.
"We've got a case. Let's go." Hetty jabbed a thumb behind her at OPS and disappeared.
Kensi and Deeks sighed, not looking forward to the climb up the stairs with their sore bums.
"This is gonna be a loooong day," Deeks muttered. Kensi nodded in agreement.