Echoes Chapter 40 - Failed Plans, a ncis fanfic

Hi, everyone! Sorry that this is a day late. :S It's been a busy, tiring week. I will try to do better next week. On Tuesday I will be trying to post the next "In A Different Way" chapter. I meant to do it this past Wednesday but ... yeah. Sorry!

Wow! Chapter 40! :D It is amazing that we have gotten this far. And although I am starting to see signs that the end is "in sight" there is still lots to come. ;)

Thank you so much to fiftyshadeswritergal for her great job on editing. It added sooooooo much to this chapter in particular, so give her your thanks. :D

Special thanks to the readers who reviewed - Sarai, DS2010, Queenofwheels, fiftyshadeswritergal, dawnmarie1971, NaughtyAngelBrat, Troubled-Angel-26, Loads of Randomness, KrisShannon, S, Fan, and Ludy. You all make me smile so much. :)

Warning: Spanking in this chapter.

Now, enjoy!

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"Wish me luck," Jenny said softly as she passed Gibbs on her way to the stairs. In her hand was the dreaded wooden spoon. Jenny had used the implement on Ziva successfully several times in the past but she knew that the young lady was likely going to hate it even more today, based on the bad mood that she had just displayed on her way up the stairs combined with the knowledge that it would be followed by another spanking that night from Gibbs.

"I'm here if you need me," Gibbs said reassuringly.

"I hope not," Jenny said softly, not meaning his support but rather the need for the intervention.

Gibbs reached over and squeezed her hand. "It'll work out."

Jenny smiled at him, then lifted the spoon a little.

"Well, I better go deal with her before she takes the chance to escape out of her bedroom window again. Maybe come up when it's over?"

Gibbs nodded, then watched as she went upstairs.

She was the knight taking on the dragon.

...

Ziva heard Jenny coming up the stairs and laid back on the bed with a smirk. There was no way that Jenny was getting in now!

Ziva had fortified herself. She had shoved the doorstop beneath the door hard enough that it would not open. For an extra level of protection she had placed a chair underneath of the door knob as well. It was not exactly a vault lock but it was good under the circumstances. And it was Jenny. And it was not like the petite woman was going to break down the door of her maybe-almost-sometimes partner's house. Ziva's position was quite safe ... according to her.

Instead of feeling the normal dread at hearing Jenny approach before a spanking, Ziva was riding a high of adrenaline. She could not wait for Jenny to discover that the door was locked and then have to beg Ziva to let her in ... which would not happen until she got a signed piece of paper saying that all her spankings and one day of grounding had been revoked.

Jenny reached the door, lightly knocked and said, "Ziva, it's Jenny. I'm coming in."

Just let her try!

Jenny did try. It did not work.

Jenny tried again. Ziva suppressed a giggle from her perch watching excitedly from the bed.

Then there was a slight shuffle outside. There was a small pop as Jenny forced the doorstop back from the other side of the door. Ziva's heart sank and her mouth went dry. Jenny pushed in the door and the chair, not too sturdily made and without any grips on the wooden floor, slid without offering much resistance. And within seconds, before Ziva could maneuver herself into a more defensive position than lounging across the bed, Jenny had marched in and taken a hold of her.

"You think that is funny, missy?" Jenny asked sternly, quickly sitting down on the bed and pulling the shocked young lady across her lap. "Do you think that trying to get out of spanking is going to stop you from being disciplined? Because it doesn't, Ziva." Her hands were at Ziva's waist, finally restoring the power of speech to the surprised girl.

"No! No!" Ziva gasped.

"Yes. You were going to have your spanking start on your pants but instead we'll start on your panties as you think this is some sort of joke. Hopefully that will help you learn that it isn't funny. Trying to get out of a spanking is always going to make it worse, young lady."

So despite the kicking and wiggling and verbal and non-verbal protests, Jenny got Ziva's pants down to her knees.

Normally Jenny would give a small scolding before starting but Ziva's antics had used up a great deal of her patience. She also highly doubted that a scolding would get through to Ziva at the moment. It would keep until later.

"No more running away," Jenny said simply before landing the first spank with her hand on Ziva's light yellow panties. Ziva's wild squirming paused. Jenny could tell that Ziva had not expected the spanking to start so soon and so quickly followed the first spank by several more all across her bottom.

SWAT!

"Stop it!" Ziva screeched, regaining her voice but not her composure. She missed her pants. And patient Jenny. The surprise at the change in format seemed to make the sting seeping through her underwear even worse. She writhed around, trying to look back. Yes, there on the bed was the dreaded spoon. Jenny had not forgotten or decided against it. This was only the warmup for the bigger half of the spanking to come.

"Hold still," Jenny countered with a non-nonsense attitude, moving her hand down to smack Ziva's sit spots.

SWAT!

Wriggling failed.

Kicking failed.

SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! Jenny's hand went in a circle around her bottom. Left cheek, right cheek, right sit spot, left sit spot. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Ziva was getting the distinct impression that perhaps heretofore she had been getting off with lighter spankings due to her inexperience.

Her stomach sunk as she realized that probably the only thing that all her pushing had gotten her was an even sorer bottom. Jenny - and probably Gibbs too - seemed more convinced of the importance of the rules than ever before.

The spanks had paused. Ziva gasped for breath, then realized that her bottom was feeling a draft of cold air. Jenny was lowering the panties, leaving the sore bottom fully exposed to whatever means of "torture" was next.

Then she felt the cool wood of the spoon rest against her lower set of cheeks for a second before a hard SPANK! landed, stinging mightily.

SPANK!

And then Ziva lost it.

Perhaps it was a natural reaction.

Or perhaps it was because she was in a testing mood and even though her bottom was being roasted and it was in for another spanking later, she just had to know if Gibbs and Jenny were serious on other rules.

But Ziva started swearing at Jenny.

The spoon paused against the center of her bottom and Ziva cut herself off, holding onto the thread of hope that perhaps Jenny had realized how ridiculous this whole thing was - after all, Ziva could take care of herself! She did not need rules or consequences or ...

"JETHRO! Get up here!"

Great. Just great.

Jenny was not convinced of anything. But she was going to make sure that Ziva was.

...

Oh, dear! Ziva is IN FOR IT!

Needless to say, spanking will be in the next chapter as well. :P

See you next week! (Hopefully Friday.)