Hi all,

I'm sorry I have been AWOL lately. I haven't been feeling well and been burning the candle at both ends with school work.

Anyway, here's a short first chapter of a story that's been brewing for awhile. I hope you enjoy this and check back in soon for an update to my Weekend... story. And more fun is on the way with a joint writing venture with MaidenMoonshine on an Abby/Quinta Thanksgiving adventure.

Please be patient as I am updating as I can while keeping my ducks in a row (sort of) in my other life pursuits. I love writing and I am grateful every day for my readers and reviews!

One more thing...

WARNING: This story will contain spanking of an adult as discipline. You have been cautioned. Proceed at your own discretion.

((Hugs))

Chapter One

Gibbs grabbed the paddle from its home in the cabinet. He sighed as he closed the cabinet door and headed upstairs. The paddle was well worn from years of use, first on Gibbs as he grew up under Jackson's hand and now on his own kids.

The paddle felt heavy as he climbed the last few stairs into the kitchen. He stood for a minute before heading into the living room.

Tony was standing near the window, pacing absently. He paused immediately in his worried steps as he heard Gibbs re-enter the room. His eyes immediately traveled to the paddle Gibbs held, stopping there for a long moment.

"Gibbs, I was thinking maybe we could talk about this some more. You know, really make sure we have an understanding."

Gibbs just looked at Tony and shook his head slightly, moving further into the room.

"Oh, I think we have an understanding, DiNozzo. You screwed up. Now I'm gonna tan your ass. And then we can put it behind us."

Gibbs moved toward the couch and motioned Tony over.

"C'mon, let's get this over."

"Boss, really I think-"

"Stop thinking, Tony. That's what got you in this trouble to begin with. Now get over here. Not going to ask you again."

Tony sighed and slowly made his way over to Gibbs, stopping just out of reach of his boss and father figure.

Gibbs sat down on the couch and sat back, looking expectantly at Tony.

Tony immediately balked and took a few steps back.

"Gibbs, no, not like that!"

Tony held both hands up in protest. Gibbs just looked at him and motioned for Tony.

"Not exactly like this. Drop your pants and then get over my knee. Now."

Tony couldn't help but respond to Gibbs's stern "dad" tone, as he and his siblings called it. He reluctantly undid his belt and pants and let them fall to his knees.

He moved closer to Gibbs and before he knew it, he was over his lap, staring very closely at the worn pattern on the couch's upholstery.

"I want you thinking about what you did that got you here," Gibbs said sternly, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist to steady him and provide restraint if needed.

Gibbs raised his hand high and brought it down hard on Tony's upturned backside, causing his senior agent to jump at the sound and the pain of the smack. Soon he settled into a rhythm.

For his part, Tony lay across his boss's lap, feeling very much like a punished child. Tony – and Tim, for that matter – hated being spanked over Gibbs's knee. But they also both knew they could expect it when they strayed particularly far from Gibbs's rules and acted immaturely.

Gibbs's practiced response to their dismay about an over the knee spanking was always the same: Act like a kid, you get disciplined like a kid. Gibbs never said exactly how much he felt like his dad when he used that line, but he did.

Tony winced as a particularly hard spank landed exactly on top of another one. He wasn't crying but his breath was getting pressured as the fire blossomed on his backside. He knew he would be in tears before this was over given the thoughtlessness of his latest transgression and the telling fact that Gibbs had brought the paddle.

Why had he done it?

Tony honestly couldn't remember what had seemed so important to disobey Gibbs now that he was upended over his boss's knee.

And had that been just 24 hours ago?