Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (M/M) hand, paddle
Quantico, Virginia,
Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU)
Federal Bureau of Investigation
This takes place around "Psychodrama" is the fourth episode of Season Two of Criminal Minds. This is an alternative universe where Gideon is still on the team. Warning for spanking, loving discipline, language, possible gore. This fanfic is in collaboration with Elenalovly. Big thanks!
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth." – Oscar Wilde
The BAU team gathered around the black round table for their debriefing of their latest case. J.J. had the usual video footage of the crime displayed on the screen for the team to view.
As J.J., wearing a blue top that matched her eyes, dispensed addition photographs to the team, she said, "Over the past two months, the
L.A. Field office has been tracking a series of 4 bank robberies in the L.A. Metro area. It's one individual wearing a black ski 's highly skilled. It's his unique M.O. that put him squarely in our happened two days ago."
J.J. had the usual video footage of the crime displayed on the screen for the team to view. It shows a bank robber forcing bank patrons to disrobe as a bloody security guard stared blankly into space, almost dead. It was too late for him.
Aaron Hotchner, the Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief of the BAU, stiffly noticed, "He's making them undress?"
J.J. gave a slight nod and responded, "He takes their clothes and
locks them in the vault, then he goes for the cash."
Derek Morgan was seemingly impressed by the unsub, or unidentified suspect's, technique. He added, "Smart. Nobody's going to run
after him butt naked."
Dr. Spencer Reid, the youngest and in his mind, smartest, member of the team, began to chuckle at word "butt." Derek smirked and shook his head at Reid's silliness. At least Reid straighten up and followed with the observation that that this was also a psychological advantage.
Spencer went on, "...Make the captives feel exposed, intimidated, and much
less likely to fight back."
Spencer went back to his grinning, while Derek mentioned that a Mac 10 was a lot of fire power. Spencer made some shooting noises and motions with his hand. Bang! Bang. Derek subtly gave the boy he considered his little brother a warning kick under the table. They were always getting in trouble for cutting up at the briefings, but both boys were easily bored by dull talk. Aaron Hotchner missed nothing. He gave both boys a silent reprimand to stop and pay attention. He had told both boys that there was a time and place. Aaron was getting sick of them making J.J.'s job harder. It was disrespectful and immature.
J.J., used to these antics that were becoming a habit, rolled her eyes and went back to answer another important question. Elle Greenway, the newest member of the team, wondered why this was a BAU case, after all they only took cases of a serial and/or extremely violent nature.
J.J. swallowed, this was always the hardest part. But this was the job. This is how they saved people.
"Because in the last robbery, two things changed. One, he beat the security guard nearly senseless, and two, after he made everyone undress, he forced two pairs of victims together at gunpoint, then he made them simulate sex with each other," J.J. informed the assembled agents.
Jason Gideon, the oldest and founding member of the BAU, observed that this unsub was a serial killer in the making. Gideon seemed oblivious to the boys' misbehavior. Rossi, the other founding member nodded, they were focused on the case. Maybe Rossi would even include this case in one of his best selling books, if it was interesting enough.
Aaron "Hotch" Hotchner was not, however, oblivious to the boy's cutting up.
Reid threw his pen and hit Derek on the hand, as Derek was about to give Reid a poke in the hand with it, Aaron acted.
"Boys, that is enough!" Hotchner growled.
Derek straightened up and pretended to pay attention to J.J., but Reid hung his head and said, "Sorry, Hotch."
Aaron nodded and went back to work. Jack, his toddler son, had tests at the hospital today. He should be there, but here he was, at work. Hayley, his lovely wife, had warned him that one day Jack was going to grow up not to even know his own father. Aaron would never let that happen. His mind was snapped back to attention when a paperclip hit Reid in the face. Aaron looked up and saw Derek's handsome face feigning innocence. Reid gave Aaron a look of penitence and scribbled something on his file folder. Derek picked up the discarded paper clip and was about to shove it down the back of Reid's sweater.
"Stop it, Derek. This is your last warning, young man," Aaron snapped. "Focus, please."
Derek scowled and kicked Reid's leg. Reid gasped. "Ouch. That hurt, Derek. Stop!"
Derek snapped, "You a big baby, Reid. I might have to change your pampers. God!"
Aaron stared at Derek, but he just pointed to Reid and shrugged. Aaron took a deep breath. He was not going to start out the new case with Derek's attitude in this state of defiance. He was going to have a serious talk with him before they left. J.J. dismissed the group and most of the team went to get their packs. Reid started to pick up the pens and paperclips on the floor. They were headed to L.A.
If Derek could have left it at that, Aaron would have, too. A talk usually worked pretty well. They were in a hurry, he would have to call Hayley from the plane.
Hotch said in a serious voice, "Derek, we're going to have a little talk before we leave."
But Derek saw Reid's smirk hidden behind his hand as he placed the last paper clip on the table and snapped.
"How come you're not yelling at him? He freaking started it-again. Why am I getting in trouble?" Derek snapped.
The rest of the team had left except J.J., who was gathering up her paperwork for the plane, leaving just Hotch and Derek alone. Hotch rose from his seat, as fast as a cheetah, and grabbed Derek's substantial bicep. He dragged him into his private office and slammed the door shut, leaving Derek to rub his arm and mutter in protect. Hotch continued over to shut the blinds and then backtracked and locked his office door. He never did that unless..., Derek thought. No, he wouldn't. They had to leave!
Derek panicked and shouted, "What the hell, man?"
Hotch frowned at the curse words and Derek's tone. He knew better. He was just going to give Derek a talking-to and maybe a warning swat, but now he was going to learn a lesson. No one yelled at Aaron Hotchner without paying the consequences. Hotch went to his desk drawer and pulled out his small paddle.
Hotch pulled Derek over with his free hand and then quickly sits down on the couch in his office. Before Derek realized what happened, Hotch, his boss, had over his lap with one leg pinned. Hotch pull the paddle on the black leather couch and began to pop Derek's behind with sound whacks. He kept his hand loose and concentrated on peppering the whole surface of Derek's jeans with loud smacks. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Derek knew the office was not as sound proof as he might think it would be for the FBI, he clamped his mouth shut determined not to make a peep. He was a grown man, for God's sake. An FBI agent...But soon, Hotch's firm spanks reduced him to a sobbing mess. The light sting had turned into a fierce burn that had him trying to shift off of Hotch's lap. This only earned him two hard whacks on his upper thighs. Smack! Smack!
Without speaking, Hotch paused and Derek breathed a sigh of relief it was over. He could play this off, no one would have to 's face burned at the thought of the team knowing that Hotch spanked him-again. He knew he would get no sympathy from any of them and he probably didn't deserve any, he admitted. But Reid should also be here...
Then, Derek felt Aaron pull down his jean, exposing his white tight boxer briefs. Derek couldn't help but let out another soft sob. "No, Hotch!"
Aaron hefted the light paddle. It was made of solid ash, but not heavy enough to cause more than a good sting. It was round and only 11.5 inches in length and 5 inches in width. Aaron knew from experience that it could be very effective in helping a boy or girl behave better.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Derek was soon shrieking as the little, round paddle walloped him five times in the same spot on each cheek. It stung ten times worse that Hotch's hand hand.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Derek cried out, "I'll behave, Hotch. Just stop!"
Then, the worst happened, Derek felt the cool air in the office circulating on his bare bottom.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Hotch was whacking the pink cheeks with abandon and Derek felt each swat meld into an inferno of pain. Aaron knew Derek was in a state of regret for his behavior, but they weren't done yet.
"I don't like having to paddle you, but you were warned what happens when you don't behave, young man," Hotch stated.
Derek hollered, "But w-w-what a-about R-Reid. H-He was m-misbehaving, too!"
"Spencer corrected his behavior. You, apparently still need more swats," Hotch observed.
He pressed the round paddle on the center of Derek's cheeks and gave him a hard whack. Derek howled and cried out that he was sorry.
Crack! Hotch wanted a few seconds before applying the light paddle to the same spot. Crack!
Derek tried to shift and wiggle but with his leg pinned, he couldn't move.
Crack! Crack! Now Hotch swatted down on Derek's sit spots. He wanted him to think about this paddling on the plane. Crack! Crack.
Hotch then went back and gave each bottom cheek two loud pops.
Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop!
Derek pounded his fists on the carpeted floor as he noticed that there was a wet spot created by his tears.
"Damn it. I said I was sorry, Hotch. It stings really bad. I'm going to smash that paddle!" Derek threatened.
Hotch was incredulous. Derek was stubborn to the core. Derek's smooth, latte colored bottom was now a dark pink. He didn't want to risk causing any bruises or welts, so he put the paddle down on his right side so Derek could see it as he wrapped up the spanking.
"I thought we were done, but I guess not," Aaron said. He again applied the flat of his hand to Derek's bottom for another thirty spanks.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
He could have swatted harder, but he just wanted to keep the sting going.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Derek moaned out, "S-Sorrry, please, Hotch...I'll b-be good."
"Almost done, Derek. I care about you and I know you are a good agent. We're almost done here. But I want you to feel this later," Hotch informed him.
Hotch hardened his heart and gave Derek ten more swats. These ones were hard and he delivered them in a fast, flurry of sting. By the end, Derek lay limp and stopped fighting and wiggling. Hotch was going to spank his butt forever. It felt like it was on fire.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
He had to shake out his hand and he saw that Derek's bum was a bright red. He had been punished and now they could have that talk.
Aaron rubbed Derek's back and gave him a minute to stop crying so hard and then pulled him up to sit on the couch. Derek whimpered when his sore bottom came into contact with the firm cushions of off the couch and Aaron pulled him to sit on his lap, with his bottom hanging over his knee. It sting badly enough that Derek put his hands back to rub.
"No, none of that, we need to have our talk," Hotch said as he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away Derek's tears. He also made him blow his nose.
"S-Sorry, Hotch, I was outta l-line," Derek sniffled.
"You were and now you have been punished. You are forgiven by me. But there is still someone you need to apologize to. Isn't there?"
"J.J.?" Derek offered.
"You could apologize to her, but I don't think she's the main one you need to talk to," Hotch said gently.
Derek started to cry again and bounce up and down a little.
"Spencer?" Derek cried.
"Yes. I want you to sit over here while I go get him. You apologize and then we are going to talk about how we can avoid me having to paddle your rear again," Hotch said. He stood up Derek and then tutted when the agent went to pull up his jeans.
"Those stay down," Aaron said firmly.
Derek nodded through his tears as Special Agent Aaron Hotchner walked him over to a hard, wooden chair on the side. Derek whined, "Hotch, this is torture."
Hotch chuckled and carefully spun the chair to face the wall, "Watching you misbehave in a serious briefing was torture for me. I guess it is subjective. Now, sit on your sore, bare bottom and think about the apology you are going to make."
Derek squirmed and could barely stand the burn. Aaron put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You can do this. If you can't, I can always give you a swat with the big paddle. And believe me, that thing doesn't just sting, it aches! Be good."
Derek's eyes widened as he heard Hotch leave the room. He stared at the wall and winced as he tensed his bottom. It really stung. There was a worse paddle? And why did he get the feeling the Hotch had experienced it. Was it Rossi? Gideon? Both of them? Derek shuddered and tried to lift his throbbing rump from the hard chair. If he could hover, maybe he could get a rub in.
The door opened and Hotch told Reid, "See this is what happens when you guys can't believe. You were very close to going over my lap today. And I use a paddle." Hotch picked up the paddle and showed it to Reid.
"Ah, what kind of wood is that?" Reid gulped, he was trying not to look at Morgan or his glowing pink bottom seated in the chair.
"Ash, I think," Hotch replied, as he put the paddle back in his desk drawer.
"Did you know Fraxinus, commonly called ash, is a genus of flowering plants in the olive and lilac family, Oleaceae. It contains 45–65 species of usually medium to large trees, mostly deciduous, though a number of subtropical species are...-"
"Spencer, I think Derek has an apology to make," Hotch said. "Derek, you can pull up your pants."
Derek stood, still facing the wall, and carefully covered up his sore cheek. Spencer winced at the redness and teared up. Derek came over to the desk.
"Spence, man, I'm sorry I was messing with you in the briefing. I-It w-won't happen again," Derek apologized.
"Good. Because if it does, you will get a harder spanking. Next time anyone you mess with is going to be allowed to give you a sound swat or two," Hotch vowed.
"I accept your apology, Derek. Um, your fly is down," Spencer pointed.
Derek turned to zip up and was shocked to get two hard pats from Spence on his already spanked bottom. Pat! Pat!
"And Derek, don't ever call me a baby again," Spencer demanded.
Derek laughed and turned and hugged Spencer. He looked at Hotch and drew him in for the brief group hug.
Penelope Garcia, analyst, poked her head in. "Ah, sir, they are waiting for you on the tarmac."
"Baby girl, get in here," Derek said, his voice rough with emotion. Penelope shrugged, "I will never miss an opportunity to let ya squeeze me, handsome!"
They hugged a moment longer until Hotch broke again, "Wheels up, now!"
Derek rubbed his bum and agreed, "Let's go catch this sick son of a bitch."
Penelope frowned, "Did you just rub your butt? That's my job!"
Reid and Hotch just sighed and went to get on the plane. It was go time.
"The basis of shame is not some personal mistake of ours, but that this humiliation is seen by everyone." – Milan Kundera
