Thanks for everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I know you've been waiting and here is this chapter at last!
Spanking in this chapter and the next for Little Miss Naughty Abby. Gibbs is going to use a switch, so if that bothers you, be forewarned and feel free to skip.
Now, here we go...
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Gibbs' heart was heavy as he descended the stairs and walked over to Abby, who was literally shaking in her boots at the sound of his footsteps. Although he could walk as silently as imaginable, he was purposefully loud as he walked over, wanting to instill a bit of trepidation in her heart as she listened to him approach. He reached her side, then searched in his pocket before withdrawing something and pressing it into her hand.
"You know what's expected," he said firmly.
...
Abby felt Gibbs place something in her hand, then looked down. Her blood ran cold as she processed what was expected, besides good behaviour.
"Gibbs! Please, no," she begged quietly as she looked down at the pocket knife.
He gave her a rather thunderous look.
"A switch. In three minutes. Go," he ordered.
Abby's mouth went dry and she nodded in acquiescence, stumbling to the door and fumbling with the door latch to the back yard before she finally got it open. Then she surveyed the trees, looking for a switch. She knew all too well how much one of the whippy, innocent-appearing twigs could sting, leaving small bright red lines across the bottom and legs. She had been treated to that stinging form of correction since she was old enough to handle it according to her parents. She HATED the feeling of the switch more than anything else.
But there was also no other time that she could think of that it was so deserved.
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Gibbs watched from the window as Abby cut and trimmed down the switch. He had only used one on her once before and she had hated it with a passion, which was likely why she was anxiously wiping tears off of her face already. He had too. There was nothing nice about spanking any of his kids, but there was something particularly difficult about giving the "memorable" spankings. And having already given Ziva a particularly severe one, he was not happy to have to be giving another one so closely in conjunction, but he had to. Abby needed to learn a lesson. And from listening to her tell stories of her childhood, he knew that the most effective way to spank her was with a switch, as difficult as it was on anyone involved. Today she had well and truly earned it, and it was just at the time of year when the trees were putting out the thin branches that made ideal switches. It was bad for Abby's bottom, but hopefully good for her future behaviour.
She finally dragged herself through the door and quietly handed him the switch after she sanitized it with some solution she retrieved from her purse. She already knew enough to make sure that the switch was the right size, so Gibbs only had to run his hand over it to make sure that there were not any sharp edges that could end up scratching her. She had done a good job, likely from her rather-too-vast experience.
"Bend over," he ordered, pointing to the edge of the sofa. He could not hold her while giving a switching if he was to make sure that it did not actually do any harm. There was more of a risk of breaking the skin with a switch and he needed to be able to see what he was doing more so then when he used a paddle or spoon.
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Abby's stomach seemed to drop all the way down to her toes as she lowered herself over the arm of the sofa. She felt Gibbs lift the leather skirt onto her back - there would be no protection from it today. Switches were applied to bare skin. She felt him lift the waistband of her panties and lift them downward to settle back around her upper thighs, just low enough to expose the surface that needed to be spanked without affecting her modesty any more than necessary.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered preemptively.
"You'll be more sorry when we're done," was the only response. Well, that and feeling the switch rest against her bottom. She tensed her bottom, waiting for the sting.
"Relax, Abby," Gibbs said, his voice softening a little.
"I can't," she whispered.
"It'll be easier to handle if you can relax a little," he told her, lightly flicking the switch a few times as he judged how flexible it was and where he needed to hold it to give her the switching without actually hurting her. Abby clutched at the couch cushion. Even the little taps stung like mosquito bites.
"Gibbs, I know what to expect. There's no way I can relax knowing it. Just ... do it. If there's marks because I tensed, it'll be my problem. I deserve it anyway," she blurted out quickly, squeezing her eyes tightly closed. They had discussed marks before the first time he switched her. With such a thin implement, the lines were very pronounced even without the switch being swung too hard, and temporary welts often formed where the end hit. It was painful, she knew that, but she had survived being switched and knew what it entailed. She was fine with marks from that as they were often very temporary. She trusted him to be careful and had known from previous regular spankings that he never lost control or would actually do anything that would scar her. She had trusted him then and she trusted him now, as much as her legs and heart were trembling at the thought.
There was a bit of a "yes" grunt - after years of working with Gibbs his young charges had learned how to distinguish his grunts - and then a quick WHISHPT and a thin line of blazing pain across her bottom.
"Augh!" Abby gasped, kicking both of her feet up in a knee-jerk reaction.
"Move again and you'll get extra across your thighs," Gibbs barked, fear of actually hurting her if she moved suddenly during the switching bleeding into his tone.
Abby stiffened, trying to hold herself still.
And that was only one smack!
I HATE switchings!