Pairings: Gideon/Luke (M/M) hand

Rossi-Hotch/J.J.-Spencer-Derek-Emily-Matt

The episode referenced is Criminal Minds Season 2 Episode 7 "North Mammon"

"It's not so important who starts the game, but who finishes it."

– John Wooden

Mansion of Senior Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi

Near Quantico, Virginia

Luke stumbled as he went to pick up his jacket. It was almost 11pm and the team had to work tomorrow. Gideon frowned and grabbed his arm to steady him.

"I told you to lay off the wine, Luke," Gideon said in a somber tone. "We have work tomorrow and you will be there on time even if I have to drag you there myself. I told you to slow down. You should have listened."

Luke almost giggled as he steadied himself, "I did, man, but it was too late. That red wine really goes to my head. I do better on tequila!"

"I don't think so," Gideon retorted. "Now put on your jacket and let's go. We don't need you vomiting on David's expensive carpet."

J.J. cringed to see her team member so sloppily drunk, "Luke, you want a bottle of water?"

"Nah, I'm okay, mama," Luke quipped. "I'll take a beer for the road, though."

"No, you won't," Gideon intoned. "Now, let's go. I'm driving you."

J.J. was perplexed, "Did he just called me 'mama'?"

Garcia scowled, "I would not put anything past him. He looks pretty close to barfing or being killed by Gideon. Wonder which will come first?"

Jason Gideon ended up almost carrying the much younger intoxicated agent to his car. He buckled him in and gave him a grocery bag lined plastic garbage can, just in case. Gideon knuckled the steering wheel tightly and held back from speaking until they reached the first stop sign.

"You need to be more responsible. This type of behavior is not acceptable," Gideon stated firmly. "It's dangerous."

Luke giggled and sang, "Sorry, Dad. Am I getting a whupping tonight?"

Gideon just moved the car forward again and refused to answer. He got Luke in his apartment with some effort. The drunken agent stumbled to Gideon's couch and immediately passed out. Gideon was exhausted himself and sleepy from the heavy portion of Spaghetti alla Carbonara that David Rossi had served. Gideon had to admit that his old friend and co-worker, Rossi, was a hell of a cook. Which was ironic because they all knew that Dave employed a cook at his mansion.

Gideon made sure that Luke was sleeping on his side and that the garbage can was close by. He threw a blanket over him and put a bottle of water on the coffee table and then retired himself. He would deal with the disobedient young agent when he sobered up.

Next Morning

Gideon's alarm went off at 7:30 am the next morning. He usually had a cup of coffee and took some time to read the paper and some of his ornithology almanacs, like The Bird Almanac. It got him grounded and ready for a day of hunting predators and keeping his cool around his younger coworkers, whom he considered family.

"Luke, it's time to get up now. You can use my shower," Gideon said in his deep, serious voice.

Luke slurred, "Five more minutes, Dad."

"Don't call me Dad," Gideon muttered under his breath. He cleaned up the apartment a little and then reminded Luke to get up again. He even shook the younger man's shoulder. Gideon went on to get his newspaper and got trapped in some inane small talk with the neighbor lady. By the time he got back inside, it was 8:50am. They had to be at work at 9am. It was at least a 20 minute drive in light traffic.

"Luke, get up right now," Gideon thundered. Luke just rolled over and ignored him. Gideon grabbed Luke and hauled him off the couch. Luke struggled and Gideon simply grabbed him by his hair and dragged him to the door. "Put your shoes on now."

Two minutes later, Gideon had placed Luke in the car and then were on their way. Luke mumbled, "I am in the same clothes...I didn't even get to shower or brush my teeth. I smell like sour wine."

Gideon agreed, "That is your fault, young man. You should have gotten up when I first asked you to."

Luke just hunkered down in his seat and pouted. Gideon could have tried harder to wake him up. He really didn't have a head for red wine, Luke thought. It wasn't his fault.

BAU Briefing Room

J.J. had already assembled the team and was talking about a case near her hometown in PA called North Mammon, Pennsylvania.

"Glad you could join us. A friend of one of my aunt's has begged for help because her daughter and her two friends are missing...," J.J. went on.

Gideon half-listened and then leaned over and whispered to Hotch that he and Luke were going to be needing some time to discuss Luke's excess drinking before the end of the briefing.

"He needs to learn a good lesson," Gideon clarified with meaning. "Over my knee."

Hotch nodded, "He was pretty wasted last night. But I bet he doesn't know what he is in for." Hotch's left hand snaked to his bottom and he remembered several severe spankings from Gideon where he himself learned a very painful lesson. Gideon spanked hard and without mercy! Hotch almost felt sorry for Luke, but glancing at the latino hothead, he saw he was blissfully unaware of what was coming. Luke was slumped over and almost had his head down.

Before J.J. was finished, Gideon got up and whispered, "Luke, come into my office."

J.J., Spencer, Derek, Emily and Matt exchanged looks with each other until Rossi snapped, "Let's continue! Or I can lead the rest of you to my office."

J.J. said something about the nature of small towns and the team reluctantly turned their attention back to the case.

Luke hoped that Gideon would give him an aspirin before yelling at him, Luke thought painfully as he lumbered into Gideon's office. What was the guy's obsession with birds? It was weird.

Gideon shut and locked the door, turning to Luke, he said, "I'm going to give you a good old-fashioned spanking for your drinking last night. I warned you and you completely disregarded my instructions."

Suddenly, Luke felt like he was eight again, he teared up and cried, "I'm so sorry!" He had known he was in trouble, but a spanking? That was crazy. It was fine for the others, but not for him. Not anymore, his days of sporting a sore butt were behind him.

"You are going to be, young man. I intend to make sure we don't see a repeat of this kind of behavior," Gideon scolded. Gideon sat down on an armless chair that he had turned out for more space in front of Gideon's desk. "Get over my lap."

It was clear that Gideon expected Luke to obey. His tendency to want to please the man kicked in and he bend slowly over the older man's hard thighs. Luke had not been in this position for a very long time. Luke's dear mother had not put up with his whining or attitude and often had him over her lap until he learned those lessons the hard way.

Gideon started out the spanking with heavy, loud blows to the center of Luke's behind. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Luke bit his lip and was horrified to realize how loudly the smacks reverberated in the room.

"You are not going to soon forget this," Gideon lectured. "When was the last time you were over someone's lap?"

"When I was probably 12," Luke wailed. "Maybe 14?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

After two minutes of hard slaps to his entire bottom, Luke found himself kicking wildly and sobbing hysterically. The noise level was the least of his worries. His mother never spanked him this long and painfully, even when he had taken his cousin's motorcycle for a joyride at 11.

Luke's eyes widened when he felt Gideon stop and pull down his loose jeans to his knees. The heavy swats cracked down on Luke's thin, plaid boxers.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Luke's head was almost down to the floor and he could not push himself up to stop the assault on his now blistered hind end. The slaps on his thin, cotton boxers were so much worse than the whacks on his jeans that Luke occasionally let out a loud, "AWWWWWWW!" sound.

In the briefing room, the team heard everything.

Emily cringed, "Whoa, he's really crying."

Derek smirked, "Yah, he's going it good."

"That's what he gets for disobeying," J.J. remarked.

"That will be you if you don't get back to the case, missy," Hotch snapped at J.J.

She turned a bright red and then put her hands on her hips. "I'm not the one who got shitfaced last night."

Spencer, Derek, Emily and Matt burst into hysterical laughter at J.J.'s cursing, which she never did and then a very loud yelp from Luke.

"ARGHHHHHHH," Luke was overheard, followed by a litany of spanks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Spencer quipped, "That sounds like it is on the bare ass now!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The team aside from Hotch and Rossi giggled and smirked in enjoyment at Luke's predicament.

Rossi hollered, "That is it. You all can bend over for a few whacks from me. Aaron, would you help me out?"

"Yes, sir, glad to," Hotch stormed. "I am very disappointed in all you. You should be ashamed. Lives hang in the balance and you are laughing at Luke getting his behind blistered. Now, bend over!"

Rossi felt went over and popped J.J. hard over her slacks with one good smack to each cheek. She bit her lip and tried to get up to rub as her butt was now blazing just from two spanks. Bam! Bam!

"You stay down and think about why your bottom is smarting," Rossi demanded. J.J. started to cry from the spanks and the scolding.

Rossi walloped Spencer hard twice when Derek got his two whacks from Hotch. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Emily and Matt were shaking with raw nerves by the time, Rossi swatted Emily and Hotch popped Matt hard, at last. Whack. Whack.

Whap! Whap!

"Now maybe those smacks will help focus you, next time you are all getting the wooden paddle. Behave," Rossi warned, looking each agent firmly in the eye. Gingerly, they all sat down except J.J. who stood and tried to continue her presentation on the kidnappings in North Mammon.

Back in Gideon's office, Luke's underpants were now down at his knees and his bright red bottom was spanked firmly until Gideon finally stopped.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He hugged Luke and smoothed back his now sweaty hair and told him he was forgiven. Luke sniffed and tried to rub out the sting, to no avail. The bare bottom spanking had felt like Gideon set a fire on his rear and there was no way he could even think of sitting down.

Moments later, Gideon led in a still crying Luke. He was rubbing his bottom uselessly and Gideon had him stand by Gideon's chair until Hotch yelled out, "Wheels up in 20."

An hour later the team was happily playing uno on the plane. Garcia was radioed in and whined that she never got to go on trips. Derek said, "Just be glad you didn't get a trip over Gideon's lap today. Right, Luke?"

Luke groaned and nodded, "I would say something smart but I can't take another spanking. I used to think my mom was a strict disciplinarian. Now I know those lickings were just love pats." Luke was on his side, trying to keep pressure off his sore, throbbing cheeks.

Gideon went over and put an arm on Luke as he stood near him, "You got a spanking for your own good. I know you are a big boy and can make your own decisions, but when I say stop, it's out of concern. I do care about you, Luke. And that goes for the rest of you, too."

Luke got up and turned and hugged Gideon. "You won't have to do that again. I promise."

"Did you ever use that line on your mom?" Gideon smiled.

"Every time she spanked me," Luke confessed with a sheepish grin. "Which was often."

"Maybe not often enough, man." Derek guffawed, "Your mom couldn't have been tougher than my moms. Whew, I spent like ages nine to twelve staring at the carpet in our living room. She didn't care who was around or what. I screwed up and bam, I was face down with my cute, little behind smoking. My sisters really loved watching my bare butt get turned red."

Spencer had been concentrating on his uno game. "What? Morgan, you used to smoke as a kid? Six minutes...Ah, it was something I used to say to my mom to try to get her to quit smoking. A cigarette takes six minutes off your life, so every time she'd light one, I'd say 'It's six minutes less that I get to spend with you.'"

"Reid, I didn't smoke as a kid. Well, I did once and then I got my butt busted. But my moms did and if I told that beautiful lady what she could not do, damn, she would have straight up killed me! Reid, I think you grew up too soft," Derek kidded. "Telling your mom what to do...that's crazy."

"I might have said my mom didn't punish me, but I remembered one time I got angry and said that French writers were too conceited and reliant on flowery language and I had to write a ten page paper on Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time," Spencer shared.

Emily shrugged, "I used to have to write essays when I was really bad, too. What's the big deal?"

Spencer added, "Well, I was seven at the time and I really enjoyed the experience. That was when my mom realized it was impossible to punish me."

Derek groaned in frustration and they all laughed. He picked up Reid and tossed him over his lap spilling the uno cards to the floor, "Your momma shoulda done this, Reid." He started lightly smacking the seat of his khakis. Emily, Matt, and J.J. came by and applied some play smacks, too. Spencer played along and yelled out, "Uno! I call uno, you have to stop. I was winning the game!"

Hotch ended the fun by announcing they were ready to land and to clean up the cards. They had a kidnapper to catch.

Though the pats on the seat of his slacks did not hurt, Spencer rubbed his bum vigorously when he was let up.

Luke groaned as he got up, "I hope I can play uno on the way home."

"Just stay away from the wine, my friend, and I'm sure your behind will heal quickly," Rossi offered.

"I guess all I care about is saving these girls and catching the bad guy," Luke clarified.

"That's what we all want," Gideon said warmly. "And for this family to be happy and safe...and behave. Now, J.J., how far is your hometown from here?"

J.J. filled them in as the plane descended.

"The ultimate choice for a man, in as much as he is given to transcend himself, is to create or destroy, to love or to hate." – Erich Fromm