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Spanking warning for this chapter.
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"Ziva, you have been wanting - begging! - Duck to check you for the last few days. It's Tuesday now. C'mon. We'll be late if we don't leave right now."
"I do not want to go to his house!" Ziva protested loudly. "I do not want to see Jackie! I feel perfectly fine now and I do not ever want to see either of them again."
Gibbs sighed before walking over and trying to take her hand. "Come, Zi. You know that you are overreacting. If you want to be able to get ungrounded - or eventually back to work - then you need to keep these appointments. Now I'm not telling you again - it is time to leave."
Ziva jerked away from his hold.
"I do not care! I do not want to go! I can just go back to Israel. I worked all the time there, even when I was sick! And they never made me go to a therapist. This is crazy! I do not want to be here!"
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What is going on with her?! Gibbs wondered as Ziva seemed to switch from the previous day's good behaviour to a defiant young lady with whom there could be no reasoning.
"Ziva!" he remonstrated. "Stop this! You have been doing so well. Don't ruin it now."
"I am not!" she insisted with a rather juvenile stamp of her foot as a sign of protest. "I just do not see why I must go to Ducky's house. I am fine!"
"Zi," he sighed, putting his arm around her and firmly escorting her to the door. "Time to go, sweetheart."
"I am NOT a sweetheart!" Ziva protested, pulling away. "AND I am NOT going!"
Gibbs clenched his teeth. "Yes, Ziva Jennifer Leigh, you are."
"It is a stupid name!" Ziva protested.
"You know it isn't." He would not have called her it if he had not seen her smile of approval the previous night. And that was not the issue being discussed. She was using it as a way to distract him from getting her out the door. It was not going to work. "Ziva, get out to the car, now!"
"No!"
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I will not give in to him. I will not. I will not! I do not want to go to Ducky's. I do not want to talk to Jackie. I do not want to discuss it with Jenny and I do not want to listen to Gibbs! I will not go out!
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Gibbs took a deep breath.
"Ziva, you do not want to push me."
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Like you know what I want!
"What if I do?" Ziva snapped back with a smirk.
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Gibbs gave her a glare, watching as her smirk wavered and her head dropped down in defeat.
"Then you'll be going to Duck's with a sore backside."
The ultimatum was delivered - whether or not she would listen and avoid consequences was up to her. But his patience was gone and if she pushed even a little ...
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"That will not stop me!" Ziva snorted with laughter.
Maybe it should but I cannot stop. I need to keep pushing. I will prove that they will not love me if they see the worst of me.
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"This is your last chance. Go to the car now."
Ziva, please do this. I do not want to start our day with having to discipline you. Not when we finally reached a point when we were finally beginning to connect.
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"NO!"
And that should do it.
It certainly did. Gibbs' face was grim as he took Ziva's arm and led her to the couch.
"Okay, if that's how you want to do it. Come here. Tell me why you're getting a spanking."
Ziva tried to pull her wrist away from him but it did not work.
"Tell me, Ziva."
I did not want to end up getting a spanking! This is not going according to plan!
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She wasn't expecting this, Gibbs mused as he took her hand and firmly pulled her down across his lap. She resisted but he persisted and she ended up bent over, waiting for her spanking.
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Ziva blinked hard as she found herself bent over Gibbs' knee - quickly becoming her least favourite place in the universe.
"I do not want a spanking!" she protested, kicking a little.
"I know," Gibbs said calmly. "But you did not want to go to the car either. This was the only other option so apparently you preferred this to being obedient. Now let's get this over with. Why are you getting a spanking, young lady?"
"You ... you did not say that I would get a spanking for not going to Ducky's house!" Ziva protested.
"Nice try. I gave you a choice and you made a decision. I know that you don't like these consequences, but you have to take them to learn your lesson. Now, tell me why you're getting a spanking or I'll give you a few swats to remind you."
Ziva did not like the sound of that. She hung her head and quickly grumbled, "Because I would not listen and leave."
"Yes," Gibbs confirmed as if the accompanying SPANK! was not an answer on its own.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
"Stop!' Ziva protested. A surge of defiance went through her and she kicked and squirmed against Gibbs' hold. "I have a right to say that I do not want to go. You should not make me! Now let go of ..."
SPANK!
"Ouch! Let go of me or I will ..."
SPANK!
"I hate you!"
SPANK!
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Gibbs was not enjoying the spanking any more than Ziva. He had promised a spanking if she did not change her behaviour and so he could not back out of it, but he planned on giving her a lightly warmed bottom as fast as possible so that they could deal with the issue and then get to Ducky's within a decent time frame - hopefully without there being little more than slightly bruised feelings on Ziva's end. But it was difficult to spank a squirmy, shouting Ziva without concern over her safety. He paused to tighten his hold on her and scold.
"Stay still, young lady. If you keep acting up, I will give you the rest of your spanking on your underwear."
His stern tone seemed to make her pause for a second and he swiftly administered two hard spanks on her sit spots.
SPANK! SPANK!
He was not expecting the language that she shot at him as those spanks began to sting.
"Apologize for saying that," he growled, fighting to maintain his cool and somehow managing it.
"I will NOT!" Ziva gasped defiantly.
That was NOT a wise decision.
She felt herself be tipped back up to her feet and found herself looking at an obviously displeased Gibbs.
"So, we are done?" she asked with a surge of false bravado as she battled back the tears and confusion at the discipline. "I am ready to go now."
"Now it is my turn to say 'no'," Gibbs said firmly. He took her hands and looked her in the eye. "You have been disobedient. You are getting spanked. You are supposed to be learning from this, not adding being disrespectful to your misbehaviour. Now, undo your pants. You're going to get the rest of your spanking on your underwear."
"No!" Ziva repeated, but this time it was more of a tone of protest rather than defiance.
Gibbs was not deterred. He pulled her forward and began to unbutton her pants, gently pushing her hands away when she tried to push him away. "This'll be fast, Ziver. I'm just going to undo them, then you'll bend over and I'll pull them down just enough to spank you. That's done. Come on, bend over."
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Ziva's heart seemed to sink to her feet as Gibbs undid her pants and pulled her back over his knee, her fight temporarily paralyzed. She felt her face flush with embarrassment as she processed that Gibbs was tugging her pants downward.
"Please! I promise that I will not fight any more and take my spanking quietly," she bartered, grabbing at the waistband and trying to keep them from migrating south. This was just far to embarrassing!
"Thank you, Ziva. Now please move your hands. I told you that you would be getting the rest of this spanking on your underwear and that's how it is going to finish."
His tone was calm yet carried a great deal of determination and warning. Ziva, anxious about what his next action would be if she did not move her hands, moved them reluctantly and flushed bright red as he gently lowered them to right below her bottom. She was grateful that he was at least letting her keep them mostly up for her modesty's sake but she was under no illusions that this was going to hurt far more. Jenny's spankings on her bare bottom were about equal to how Gibbs had spanked her over her pants. She dreaded learning how a Gibbs spanking was going to feel without that layer of protection. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, deeply regretting her decision to shout insults at Gibbs while he already had her over his knee.
"Why did I have to take down your pants for this part of your spanking?" Gibbs asked, tightening his hold on her once again. She could tell that his hand was raised above her bottom, ready to continue its mission of discipline.
"Because I was being disrespectful," Ziva squeaked.
"Yes."
SPANK!
"Ow!" Ziva yelped before her face flushed as pink as her bottom. Yes, there was a significant difference in how much that stung! Her panties were nowhere near thick enough to absorb the sharp smacks.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
She had most definitely experienced worse pain, but this was different in that she knew that it was not for the sake of giving her pain or to get revenge on her for being bad. This was meant to be a lesson - she was just regretting having pushed Gibbs to have made it be taught in such a manner.
"Is it worth being disobedient?"
"No!" she gasped, blinking hard.
SPANK!
SPANK!
I wish that I had just gone to get in the car the first time he asked me!
She squirmed as much as she could while being held firmly by Gibbs. Embarrassment over being spanked on her underwear was forgotten in her desire for it just all to be over.
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Gibbs could tell that Ziva was processing her spanking much more now that it was on her underwear. He was not sure if it was the extra sting or the embarrassment that had gotten her attention, but at least it was working. He did not enjoy having to give her a harsher spanking but her behaviour had left him little choice. He did not want her to think back on her spanking as "worth it" when compared to her actions.
SPANK!
From her reactions, he doubted that she was going to be thinking that when they finished.
Which was going to happen once he was certain that she had learned her lesson.
"Are you going to try to be more obedient and respectful now?" he asked, pausing the spanking to give her a chance to answer.
Please, answer correctly, Ziver! I don't want to continue this for a spank longer than it has to!
"I will! I ... I promise!" she sniffled.
She's still not crying - refusing to. But tears aren't necessary as long as she's learned her lesson. And I'm pretty sure that she has.
"Three more," he said. Both sit spots and the middle of her bottom.
SPANK!
SPANK!
SPANK!
It's over! Thank God, it's over!
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Ziva kicked involuntarily during the last three spanks. Her bottom felt well-punished.
Sitting on coals would be preferable to this! she thought as she gasped. She did not cry, but she was still having a hard time processing the sting.
"I ... will li ... listen," she said softly as she struggled to catch her breath, desperate to assure Gibbs that she did not need any more spanks.
"I know," he responded soothingly. She struggled to stand up and felt his hand on her back, holding her down for a moment. "Just catch your breath," he instructed. "I'm going to pull your pants back up and that's going to hurt a bit. Are you okay if I do it now?"
"Yes," she responded. Her bottom was already hurting but at least her dignity might feel a little better if he would pull them back up and ... "OW!"
Maybe not. Having her pants replaced HURT!
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Gibbs smiled sadly as he felt Ziva react to the feeling of her pants pulled back over her sore bottom. Yes, that lesson had been thoroughly completed.
"Good girl," he said softly, rubbing her back, trying to make up for some of the hurt that he had just been forced to impart. It had been necessary but he hated seeing how much it affected her.
They stayed there for a minute before Ziva pushed herself back to her feet. Gibbs let her, although he took her hand once she was standing. He did not want her rush off - she needed to learn that discipline was followed by comfort.
"You okay?" he asked softly as she shifted and sniffled in front of him while simultaneously trying to stay as strong as she could.
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My bottom hurts SO much! I do not want to cry, I do not want to cry, I do not want to cry.
She shifted back and forth as she stood in front of him, feeling much more like a sad young child rather than an angry young lady.
She felt alone as she tried to hug herself in self-comfort.
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"You okay?" Gibbs repeated calmly, touching her shoulder softly.
"Yes," she answered weakly, but Gibbs was not convinced. He stood up and gently pulled her into a hug. She resisted for the first five seconds but he just held her until she relaxed in his arms. It was barely perceptible but he could feel the difference. He held her, waiting until she would choose to end the embrace.
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Ziva had found it difficult to relax at first, but after a few seconds Gibbs holding her firmly in a hug, she had relaxed. As much as she wanted to deny it, she realized that she not longer felt quite as lonely, naughty, little, or sad. It was ... comforting to be held, even if it happened to be by the person who had just scorched her bottom. She eventually pulled away because she felt that she needed too, but she did so reluctantly. She sniffled and stepped away, blinking hard to clear her eyes.
"You feeling ready to move on?" Gibbs asked. He did not want to push her but if she was ready, then he was ready too.
"Yes," she repeated. She wanted to put this behind her, even though she was unsure she was "ready" yet. The idea of moving was not very attractive.
"Good - then I'm going to call Ducky and tell him that we will be a little late."
"Wait - we still have to go?"
I CANNOT go in the car when my butt hurts this much!
Gibbs gave the horrified young lady a kiss on the top of her head. "Yep. The drive should give you some reflection time."
Ziva opened her mouth to protest. After all, the whole point of her earlier misbehaviour was to push Gibbs - and eventually Jenny - into seeing that she was not an agreeable little girl who was going to submit to their plans and rules without a fight. But she closed her mouth as she realized that her pushing had resulted in nothing besides a sore bottom - an experience that she was not willing to risk again so soon. She turned toward the door.
"Yes, sir," she sighted softly as she grabbed a sweater from the hook and went out to the car, wincing at the mere thought of sitting for the drive. Yet that still held more appeal than ending up back over Gibbs' lap. She had a sinking feeling that he would give her a much firmer spanking during a second round. It was not worth the risk.
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"Duck? We're going to be a little late."
"Oh. Is traffic bad?"
"No. Just the behaviour of a certain someone."
"Oh dear!"
"We had a few disciplinary issues to work out but we're coming now. Just wanted to let you know so that if Jackie has to leave then she can feel free to do so. I just do need to take Ziva to your house whether or not she can have her session or check-up because that was what she was fighting over this morning. Not going to let her think that she just gets disciplined and still doesn't not have to do what she refused to do in the first place."
"I suppose so," Ducky said reluctantly. Gibbs smiled on the other end of the call, picturing the concern on the ME's face.
"She survived. And you'll get to see her in half an hour and can see that for yourself. Don't worry, Ducky. She's fine. She'll be squirming on the ride but I think that her behaviour will be a little better."
"I will give her as many caramels as she would like," Ducky decided.
"She doesn't need a reward!" Gibbs argued as he locked the door behind him and headed out to the car.
"But as a doctor, I can provide some comfort," Ducky insisted..
Gibbs watched Ziva shifting in the front seat of the car for a few seconds before replying, "That might actually be a good idea. See you soon, Duck."
"We will be waiting for you, Jethro. Have patience with her in the meantime."
Gibbs smiled and snapped the phone closed before getting in the car.
"Ducky and Jackie are waiting. Let's go."
Ziva sighed and nodded reluctantly. She winced and squirmed but stayed obedient and respectful.
No need to make him think that I didn't learn my lesson!
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I hope that you enjoyed! What other ways do you see Ziva acting out in the future?