A/N Thanks guys for the reviews! Here is part two! I hope you like it!
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Tim hated the corner. He absolutely HATED it. For the first several minutes he grumbled to himself and kicked the wall until his dad warned him that he was very close to his time starting over. After four minutes of staring at the two blank walls Tim started to really think back on what he had done. Another two minutes later he was sobbing out his grief.
Tim knew the minute he did not give his dad the letter that he would be in trouble. Scratch that, he knew the minute he did not turn in his assignment that he would be in trouble. He and his dad had had the same conversation about how art was stupid and that just because he did not like it did not mean Tim got to skip out on it many times this last semester. It was not like Tim was not trying though because he was. No matter how much effort he put into it the bowl he was supposed to be making it still turned out more like a lopsided plate.
Tim's perfectionist side would not allow him to turn in anything less than flawless though. He had turned in a self-portrait two weeks prior and only earned a B, which left him devastated. He had taken the piece home to work on it but no matter how much effort he put into it, it turned out poorly in his belief.
No matter his opinions on art class though, Tim knew better than to hide the note from his father. And he knew damn well better than to forge his signature. Tim blushed deeply at how he had acted towards Gibbs once he was found out. It was like he was watching an instant replay in his mind of how he yelled at his father and then stamped his foot like a toddler. If he was being honest with himself, Tim knew he deserved the spanking his father had given him. He could feel his face burning as he remembered how in his tantrum he threw the timer.
Tears were pooling down the young teens face when Gibbs came over once his clock read thirteen minutes had passed. He had taken the time to cool off himself as he ate dessert with Tony in the kitchen. There was no need to rub salt in Tim's wounds by eating it at the dining room table. He had sent Tony off a few minutes ago to finish his homework before heading to the dining room to get Tim.
Gibbs sat once again at the table before calling for Tim.
"Tim" Gibbs called softly. He was taken aback at how miserable Tim looked. Tears were flowing down Tim's red face and he wore a very guilty look on his face. "Come here" he ushered as he held out his arms welcomingly. Lecturing could wait until Tim calmed down.
Tim practically ran to his father's arms and fell into them. Part of the reason he was so upset was because of the way his dad just shoved him to the corner after the spanking. Tim flourished in physical comfort and reassurances.
Tim buried his face in his dad's shoulder and wrapped his small arms around the older man's neck. Gibbs lifted Tim onto his lap.
"Tim, hush" Gibbs soothed softly "You're working yourself into a right state aren't you?" Gibbs asked calmly. He could feel Tim nod into his shoulder. Gibbs did not say anything but ran a hand up and down the boy's back in a soothing manner.
After ten minutes Tim's sobbing turned into intermittent hiccups and small tears. Gibbs took that as his sign to talk.
"Why such a strong reaction to such a light spanking Timmy?" Gibbs asked with concern.
Tim turned his neck so his face so it was no longer buried in his dad's shoulder but resting sideways so he could talk clearly. Tim reached out with one hand and pulled his father's chain necklace from under his shirt. Tim and Tony had made the ugly pendant that hung from the chain years ago for a father's day present and Gibbs wore it every day since. He had swapped out the ribbon for a chain so that he wouldn't lose it. The charm was supposed to be a clay heart but was rather lopsided. It had both Tim and Tony's initials on it and Gibbs said he wore it as a necklace so they would always be close to his heart.
"That hurt" Tim whimpered as he continued to play with the pendant.
"It was meant to Tim. You were being very naughty and you deserved every swat." Gibbs explained. He felt Tim tense up at that and he questioned the boy. "Am I wrong?"
Tim snuggled closer into Gibbs lap as he spoke. "No sir. I know I deserved it. I really am sorry" Tim said as he looked his father in the eyes to portray his sincerity.
"I know you are Tim. As far as I am concerned you are forgiven for that behavior. Right now you need to head upstairs and take a shower. I will be up before bedtime to talk to you." Gibbs told his son. He loved cuddling with his son just as much as Tim did, but it was time to be a stern parent now, and Tim's early bedtime was approaching and Gibbs wanted to get the punishment over with.
"Yes sir" Tim said with a heavy sigh as he crawled off Gibbs lap. He tried to give him sad puppy dog eyes in the hopes he might alleviate his punishment but the only thing that earned him was a light slap to his already sore bottom in encouragement to get moving.
"Go on Tim, I will be up shortly" His dad told him. Not wanting anymore swats, Tim quickly made his way upstairs.
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Tim used the hour and a half he had before his father was going to come talk to him to finish his homework. Once he was done he set it on the end of his desk where his father would come and check for completion. He then took a long shower and changed into his pajamas. With a half an hour left before his new bedtime Tim laid on his stomach and read a book.
Fifteen minutes late Tim head the familiar steps of his father ascending the stairs. He felt his stomach tangle as he realized he should have used the time to come up with and explanation instead of trying to clear his mind. As he heard the steps he realized he had no idea what he was going to say.
Tim's door was open and he could see his dad approaching but he feigned reading. Gibbs knocked once on the door before entering.
"Sit up Tim" Gibbs said neutrally. Tim did as he was told and closed his book before sitting on the edge of the bed nervously. Gibbs did not say anything as he grabbed Tim's desk chair and placed it in front of the anxious teen.
"We need to talk about what happened Tim" Gibbs started ominously.
Tim who knew this was coming nodded.
"Why didn't you turn in your assignment Tim?" Gibbs asked sternly. Tim shrugged. "Shrugging is not an answer" Gibbs reminded him firmly.
"It was really bad. Dad, I really tried! I just suck at art." Tim said sadly.
"That doesn't matter Tim. I want to hear your side of the story from the moment you decided not to turn it in." Gibbs said. He really was not going to punish Tim for his decision not to turn the assignment in but he wanted the whole story.
"We were working on making clay pots for the last two weeks and I tried like four different styles and they all turned out like crap." Tim said before his father cut him off.
"Let me stop you right there Timothy. I don't want any more of that type of language, is that understood?" Gibbs asked. Tim nodded before continuing with his story.
"So my pieces weren't turning out very well and then the next thing I knew, it was due the next day. And…I just panicked I guess. We were supposed to set it on one of the shelves so he could put it in the kiln for us…I didn't want to turn it in because it looked so bad." By the end of the story Tim was looking down at his lap.
"What happened next Tim?" Gibbs asked. Tim shrugged and Gibbs sighed heavily. He then placed a finger under Tim's chin and lifted it so his son would look him in the eye.
"Timmy?" he asked again.
Unable to look anywhere except at his father, Tim continued.
"Mr. Taft figured it out two days later and asked it about it." Tim paused for a moment before continuing. Gibbs still had ahold of his chin but Tim looked anywhere except for his face. "I told him he must have missed it because I set it there…he found it the next day and then questioned me about it and I told him the truth. That's when he gave me the note." Tim finished with a look at his father.
"You lied to your teacher." Gibbs said quietly. The disappointment in his voice was Tim's undoing. A fat tear rolled down his face as he gave a small nod.
"Then you hid the note from me and forged my signature hoping I wouldn't find out." The disappointment was still there. "What you didn't count on was him giving me a call, hmm?" Gibbs said more than asked as he searched his son's face to gauge his reaction.
"Y-yes sir," Tim stuttered out.
Gibbs let out a breath before he spoke to Tim. "Had you come to me and told me what happened from the beginning Tim all you would have gotten was a lecture and maybe restriction. You have made things a lot worse on yourself young man. You do not forge my signature and you definitely do not get to lie to me." Gibbs said sternly.
"I know" he whispered.
"We're going to make sure of that." The man said as he stood up and patted Tim's leg in an indication he should do the same.
Gibbs replaced the chair to its original place at the desk before grabbing the wooden hairbrush from the dresser where he had set it when he walked in. He turned around and saw Tim was still sitting on his bed. He could see that Tim had connected the dots and was staring at him nervously.
"Tim, stand up." Gibbs said sternly.
"Daddy, no!" Tim shouted out. Once Tony had told Tim that only babies called their dad's that, Tim had stopped using the endearment. He only whipped it out when he was hurting or about to be punished. Not that it ever stopped the punishment anyways.
"You already gave me a spanking!" Tim cried out.
Gibbs walked slowly to Tim before lifting his chin once more.
"Why did I give you that spanking Timothy?" His father asked him quietly but firmly.
"Because I threw the timer and I was rude." Tim sad sadly knowing there was no way he could prevent this.
"What's this one for?" Gibbs continued to question.
"Because I forged your signature and then lied to you." Tim whispered. His father nodded his head in approval before ordering Tim to stand once more and this time he followed to order.
Gibbs took a seat where Tim just sat before he pulled Tim over his lap. As they had discussed everything Tim had done wrong Gibbs skipped his normal lecturing. Once he had Tim in position he pulled down his PJs and underwear. Tim groaned before clutching his father's leg pants. Gibbs noticed that there was no indication of his earlier spanking, but the man knew Tim was probably still a little tender.
Gibbs used his hand and gave Tim thirteen swats until Tim's butt was a bright pink. Tim was letting out little grunts of pain with each smack. Gibbs wrapped his arm around Tim before hoisting him higher up on his lap to secure him. He then grabbed the hairbrush and told his son that there would be thirteen more. After six swats Tim was bawling and after two more he threw a hand back to protect himself. Gibbs easily took the hand and gently pinned it to his back.
It took Tim a few minutes to realize it was over. Gibbs left him in the same position and rubbed circles on his back until Tim started to calm down. Once he noticed that was not happening Gibbs easily scooped Tim up and cradled him in his arms as he would a small child. Tim turned so his head was nuzzled in his neck. Gibbs used his thumb to gently brush away the tears that were falling more slowly down his son's cheek.
"Timmy, don't make me do that again." Gibbs said softly once had stopped crying. He felt Tim nod.
"Ready to get up now?" Gibbs asked once fifteen minutes had passed since the last smack. Tim shook his head a muttered something incoherently.
"Wasn't really a question" Gibber murmured gently as he lifted Tim up easily and held him as he pulled back the covers before setting him down softly. Tim quickly rolled onto his stomach.
Gibbs pulled the covers tightly around his son as he tucked him in.
"I'm sorry daddy" Tim said bashfully as he looked at his father. Gibbs ran a hand through his son's soft hair before speaking.
"I know you are buddy and all is forgiven okay?" Gibbs said as he searched his son's face for understanding. Often times Tim would continue to harbor guilt even after his punishment. This time though he could see his son had forgiven himself.
"Tomorrow I will drive you and Tony to school. You and I are going to have a chat with Mr. Taft." He told Tim as he continued to massage Tim's back. Again Tim nodded. He did not like it but he knew it was coming.
"Okay then, sleep well" Gibbs said as he gave Tim a paternal kiss on the head before standing up. He was prevented from walking away though as Tim quickly shot out a hand and gripped his shirt in a vice like hold.
"Stay with me?" Tim begged sheepishly. Gibbs kicked himself inwardly for even thinking of leaving before Tim fell asleep. Tony was usually the one in this position and would kick Gibbs out before allowing the embarrassment of being tucked in. Tim on the other hand loved the reassurances. Gibbs quickly sat down and rubbed a hand on his back until he heard Tim's breathing even out.
He stood up and checked Tim's homework before turning off the light and heading out to check on Tony.
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A/N One more chapter to go and then I will have my first complete story! Whoo-hoo! Also, this is my least favorite of all my writings, it was just really hard to write for some reason. I just never know if I have the right balance of punishment and comfort. So if you would like to see more explanation of one side, let me know! Thanks guys!