Echoes Chapter 44 - Three in a Row, a ncis fanfic

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Warning: spanking in this chapter.

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Ziva won the game and savored every chocolate chip that she won - five times in a row. Time was skipping past now. Although she was enjoying herself on the surface, she was still nervous about the upcoming bedtime spanking. By the end of the fifth round and the final chocolate chip, her stomach was too tied up in knots to continue.

"Up for a final round?" Gibbs asked.

"Not really," she muttered.

Gibbs and Jenny exchanged a look, then shuffled the cards and put them back into the case. Jenny stood.

"I think that I'll get a start on supper. Ziva, how about you go upstairs and get ready for bed."

Ziva paled a little at those directions but stood and headed toward the stairs reluctantly.

"I am not very hungry," she mumbled.

"That's okay," Jenny said softly. "But I do want for you to get something at least. And we'd like you to eat it down here with us. When you're ready, come on down."

Ziva nodded - her throat felt a little tight and talking did not seem like a fun option. She went to her room, then decided that she would shower. But there was only so long that she could spend on shampooing - and besides, Gibbs' hot water heater was not large. The water would go too cold for it to be an enjoyable hiding spot for more than ten minutes. She did not want to get changed into her pajamas, but a check in her drawers left her without any other options.

"I need to do laundry," she grumbled. She frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Of course the only pajamas that she had left clean were the ones with the ladybug on the shirt.

"Just when I am most wanting to look serious, I have to have these old pajamas," she whined to her mirror self.

"Ziver, if you're ready, come on down," Gibbs called up the stairs.

I am not ready but I am not hearing much room for negotiation in his voice.

She gave the ladybug a final vicious scowl and then marched down the stairs.

"Cute pajamas," Jenny said with a gentle smile in her direction.

"I hate them," Ziva grumped.

"That's too bad. The colour is good on you, the ladybug is a sweet touch, and they look comfortable," Jenny observed, putting the final plates of food onto the table and then motioning for Gibbs and Ziva to take their seats.

"I do not care about how colours look on me, ladybugs are dumb, and I do not want to be comfortable," Ziva snapped back.

"Well, you won't be comfortable for too long if you are talking like that," Gibbs said in a foreboding tone. "Do we need to go downstairs for a minute before supper, Ziva, or are you going to behave yourself?"

Ziva did not like the lack of options. Either behave or be spanked? Where was the choice? She sat down huffily in her chair and internally winced as she remembered why doing that might not have been such a great idea.

"Ziva?" Gibbs prompted, still standing and waiting for her response.

"Behave," she answered in a sad mutter.

"Good," he said softly, sitting down across from her and sharing a small smile. He said the grace over the meal and Jenny served. Ziva ate automatically but she did not enjoy it.

As soon as she finished she stood and quickly began to gather the dishes.

"I will wash," she offered instantly. "And I will dry as well. And put away. And clean the kitchen."

Jenny and Gibbs exchanged a look. Gibbs gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head and Jenny reached out and stopped Ziva.

"Honey, I think it would be better for you to go brush your teeth and do whatever else you need to in order to get ready for bed.

"Not tired yet," Ziva protested but it came out as more of a whimper.

Jenny gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and encouraging smile.

"Go on, Little One. Let's just get it over with, hmm?"

Ziva gave Jenny an incredulous face.

"I think I would prefer doing the dishes," she argued quietly, refusing to look up at Gibbs who was standing. She saw him from the corner of her eye. He reached out and took her hand.

"Jenny!" Ziva squeaked in a final plea but Jenny shook her head gently and let go of Ziva's hand after a final warm squeeze.

"Come on, Zi. Let's go on upstairs," Gibbs said, leading her.

Ziva followed, slowly enough that the tug on her hand was needed to keep her moving forward.

"It won't be that bad," Gibbs said, patting her back and leading her to the bed quickly. "Come on, Ziva, let's get it over with since it has to be done."

"Why?" Ziva whined. Forget being tough! She did not want her third spanking of the day!

"Because you disobeyed and earned it," Gibbs said unflappably. Ziva glared, then purposefully softened her face. She did not quite know how to do puppy dog eyes like Abby ... but she could pull off quite a convincing sad face.

"I already learned my lesson," she said morosely. She was just a few hard blinks away from fake crying. Or maybe it would not have been so very fake after all. She would not know as Gibbs did not have patience for a few hard blinks once he realized that there was a sympathy act being performed for his benefit.

"You'll learn it again," he replied firmly, taking her hands and guiding her to stand in front of him. "Why are you about to get another spanking, Ziva Jennifer Leigh?"

Questions and more questions - why did Jenny and Gibbs has this fixation on repeatedly asking stupid questions like that would result in her being better behaved in the future! It would not - she was sure of it. She would make sure to be bad in the future just to disprove their foolish notions.

But not answering earlier had resulted in extra spanks so ...

"I left the house during a grounding. But, Gibbs, I only went ..."

"The only way I like 'but' in a confession is if you are bending over so I can warm up that part of you to make sure the mistake doesn't happen again," Gibbs said firmly. "Now, it's time for you to do just that. C'mon, Ziva, over my lap."

Ziva considered protesting some more ... but it took too long. While she was considering Gibbs took over. In less than twenty seconds she was secured with only her panties between her bottom and Gibbs' heavy hand.

"Why did you take down my pants?" she protested quickly. "I did not swear or do anything wrong. I just did not want a spanking!" She reached back, trying to find the waistband. She needed that extra bit of protection!

"Ziva, they stay down," Gibbs said firmly, moving her hands back around to the front calmly. "This spanking is going to start on your underwear."

"But ...!"

"Sometimes that becomes necessary when you behave badly again and again. Really, you should have received two spankings for what you did last night. That's why this spanking is going to be a little stronger than what you would normally get for breaking a grounding. Although if that happens again, you will not enjoy that spanking any more than this one. Do you understand, young lady?"

Ziva made a growling sound in the back of her throat.

"I said, is that understood, young lady?"

Oh, how she hated that steely tone!

"Yes!" she snarled like a feral cat. Gibb's only answer was to raise his hand and bring it down as a hard SMACK!

Oww!

SMACK!

"You do not break your grounding," he said calmly, raising his hand once again. Ziva felt her bottom burning. Her bottom had barely stopped constantly stinging from the hard spanking earlier. Now it was back to full-sting potential.

SMACK!

She began to wriggle. The sting was getting unbearable.

"When I tell you to do - or not do - something, you need to obey," Gibbs stated, tightening his hold on her waist to prevent her from wiggling away.

SMACK!

The tears began to prickle her eyes. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly and kicked against the pain. Gibbs knew exactly where to smack to make the most of a spanking. She whimpered slightly.

It did nothing to stop Gibbs.

"We need an attitude change from you, Ziva, and it would be in your best interest to change it now before you get in worse trouble."

SMACK!

"I ... I will!" Ziva half-sobbed. She managed to keep from crying tears but the sadness still got into her voice.

"Good," Gibbs answered. He tilted her forward on his knee to get a better angle on her sit spots.

"Please do not do that!" Ziva gasped through her pain.

Her little sob touched Gibbs' heart which was not naturally as hard as he had to make it to get through chastising his kid. Still, he guessed that the kindest thing that he could do was to continue the spanking and finish it as quickly as possible.

But first ...

He gently patted her back twice, then moved back to the waiting sit spots with a much less-gentle force to his hand.

SMACK!

"AUGH!" Ziva finally felt the cry torn from her lips as the pain spilled over from bad to unbearable. Her gasps were deep and a little tearful.

And the moment that she let out the one strangled sob, Gibbs had tugged her pajama pants up over her bottom and lifted her into his arms. She arched her back a little from the pain but the immediate cuddle calmed her down a little. Oh, it hurt soooooooo much! But the gentle rubbing on her back and slight rocking helped calming her down a little. She gasped for breath until the very strongest sting in her sit spots faded enough for her to think straight.

At which time she squirmed away from Gibbs and glared at him, her hands going back toward her bottom.

"No," Gibbs said firmly.

Ziva sent him a teary glare but not wanting any more swats, she moved her hands away although she was clenching her hands as a feeble attempt to shake off the pain that was over-stimulating her system.

"Good girl," he said softly, taking on of her clenched hands and giving it a gentle squeeze. He could feel her fist begin to relax a little, then she pulled her hand away from him and gave an unhappy sniffle.

"You sp... punished me. Please, just leave me alone so that I can go to bed."

"Zi..."

"You said you would punish me before bed. Now please leave me so that I can go to bed," Ziva whimpered, pulling away.

Gibbs let her pull away. Forcing contact would only result in a stressed and angry Ziva. He slowly stood and began to make his way to the door.

"I love you, Ziva," he said softly. When he got to the door he turned around and asked, "Do you want Jenny to come up?"

There was no answer.

"Okay," he said simply. He knew.

He went downstairs and nodded to Jenny wearily.

"She needs you."

"Not you?" Jenny asked sadly.

Gibbs gave a sad half-smile.

"Not today."

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