By Kalnaman and co-writer Malinga
As/N: Thank you so much VirginSerpent for beta. And thank you all who have given us reviews.
Warnings: Spanking on a bare adult backside. Don't like? Then please don't read it.
Spencer let out a loud sigh. "But can't you let me take a shower alone… please."
Hotch let out a sigh of his own, "I'm sorry, Spencer. But I can't"
Spencer sighed loudly again. He hated this.
"I know this is hard, Spencer, but it's for your own good, son," said Hotch as he lead the way to the bathroom.
"Says you!" Spencer said in irritation.
Hotch shook his head as he turned the water on. "Actually, says your doctor." This was going to be harder than he'd thought.
Hotch checked the water's temperature, making sure it was neither too hot nor too cold.
"I won't start to undress before you've turned around," Spencer said firmly.
"Don't worry, Spencer. My goal isn't make you feel uncomfortable," Hotch answered soothingly while turning around, "just to make sure you're okay."
Spencer started to undress. He wished that he somehow could cut himself without Hotch knowing. He sighed and went into the shower stream.
"You done, Spencer?" Hotch called over his shoulder.
"Not yet. In a few minutes. Can I get a razor blade? I need to shave. I don't do well with electric shavers."
"So Hotch can I?" Spencer said while turning off the water.
Hotch sighed, "I'm sorry, Spencer. I cannot allow that. It's doctor's orders."
Spencer let out a sigh once again. He needed to find a way to cut and soon.
He grabbed a towel and started to dry himself.
"But I can help you with the razor if you want." Hotch offered helpfully.
"No, that's okay. I guess I need to learn to use one; well I am a genius after all, so I should be able to right?"
Hotch smiled, "Yes, that you are. But remember even a genius needs help sometimes. So don't hesitate to ask if you need a hand."
"Okay." Spencer started to get dressed when he suddenly heard someone calling, "Hotch! You home?!" And to Spencer surprise, it sounded like Gideon. 'Oh my, Hotch called in the cavalry,' he thought.
"Coming, Jason! Just hold on a second" Hotch called back, wanting to wait until Spencer was ready to leave the bathroom.
"Okay." Gideon said.
"No, Hotch you can go. I promise to be a good boy."
Hotch frowned, not liking the idea of leaving Spencer alone so early in his recovery, fearing what he may find when he came back, if he did. "It's okay; Jason won't mind waiting for a little while".
"No Hotch, just go. What can happen in just a few seconds while I'm alone in here? Don't be a worrywart."
Hotch sighed some more and rolled his eyes slightly, "Sorry, kiddo. You're not allowed to be on your own for the time being, it's doctor's orders, we don't go against doctor's orders".
"Since when do you listen to doctor's orders?!"
Hotch's eyes opened wide in bewilderment, "Pardon me?"
"You never listen to your own doctor's orders! But just because it's about me, you start to listen! This is so unfair!"
"That's enough, Spencer Reid!" Hotch snapped,"I suggest you change the attitude before you go on, young man." Hotch realized there may be some truth in his words but that didn't give him the right to talk to him that way. He only wanted what was best for him, after all.
"Attitude? I'm just telling you the truth, dammit!" Spencer said while he was buttoning his shirt, but he hadn't pulled on his boxers yet , as he'd forgotten to bring clean ones with him to the bathroom.
"I said that's enough, Spencer and I mean it!" Hotch snapped, crossly. "And you better choose more appropriate ways to express yourself unless, of course, you want to have a taste of my new soap? You're a genius after all; I bet there must be many words in that vast vocabulary of yours from which you can choose."
"Boo hoo! Like I'm afraid of you," Spencer said.
"Hey! What's going on in there?!" Gideon yelled.
"Hold on a second, Jason." Hotch called to his friend and colleague at the door over his shoulder as he stalked over to his younger, and at the moment rebellious, friend and placed a hard smack on said young man's exposed rear end. "I said that's enough!"
"OW! That hurt!"
"Unless you want the full version, I suggest you stop this nonsense right now!" Hotch reprimanded sternly.
"But my ass is still bruised from your torture from yesterday!" Spencer whined.
"Then you'd better choose wisely." Hotch's stern stare didn't waver from Spencer's for even one moment, nor did his resolve.
Spencer stuck out his tongue at him, "You're a meanie!"
Without hesitation and without wasting a moment Hotch reached out to get a hold of his recalcitrant young colleague, turned him around swiftly, holding him with one arm as he delivered a series of hard, well placed smacks on the young man's unprotected backside.
"OW! OW! Stop that!
"You will stop the attitude, immediately and you will not argue with me on this, this is non-negotiable. As far as your health is concerned, it's neither your, nor my jurisdiction anymore, it's your doctor's and if he tells you to do something, you, by God will follow his instructions to the letter, understood!" Hotch chided in between swats.
"OW! OW! I'm a grown man; I should be allowed to decide what's best for me! OW!"
"You may be an adult, but you've proved to us you are not able to take care of yourself at the moment. You need help, son and you have to face that and let your family take the lead now." Hotch continued his lecture as he delivered swat after swat to the now reddening butt. "We care about you, so you will let us take care of you now that you need us."
Spencer started to cry.
Gideon could hear a hand hitting flesh over and over again and he had a strong feeling that he knew what was happening inside the bathroom. It looked like Spencer had somehow earned himself a spanking. He wondered what the kid had done.
He'd never thought that Hotch would ever have the guts to spank the kid; well, looks like he was wrong.
Spencer kept crying while Hotch was swatting his butt.
Hotch noticed the kid had now gone limp in his under his arm and wasn't making any more smart comments. "Are you going to stop this behavior, now?" He demanded as he placed a harder smack to his now blazing red, rear-end.
"Yes! Just stop please!" Spencer cried out.
Hotch delivered one last, smarting whack before stopping and straightening him up and turning him around to look at him. "I don't want to have to repeat myself on this matter again, understood?" Asked Hotch, looking Spencer straight in the eye.
Spencer bit his lower lip.
"Well?" Hotch insisted, grabbing Spencer's chin and tilting his head up to look at him.
Spencer let out a sigh, "Yes dammit!"
"Spencer!" Hotch barked angrily, "What did I say about that kind of language?"
"What language?" Spencer asked as innocently as he could.
Hotch's stern glare intensified, the warning clear in his eyes.
"Okay! Okay!"
Hotch frowned a little, not entirely convinced yet, but let it go for the moment. "Okay, then. Finish getting dressed, Gideon's waiting for us at the door."
"Uhhmmm... I-I uh..."
Hotch frowned, worried. "What? What is it?"
"I forgot to take some clean boxers with me to the bathroom," Spencer said while blushing.
Hotch fought to keep a straight face and hold back the smile creeping onto his face. "Okay, let's go to your room then and you can finish dressing there."
Spencer nodded and grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his hips and followed Hotch out of the bathroom.
Hotch grabbed the pile of laundry on his way out and locked the door behind them and walked his friend to his room where he could finish dressing.
Gideon followed them, "Care to explain why you just locked your bathroom door from the outside?" Gideon asked confused.
"And why you're following Spencer like he is a toddler needing help with getting dressed?"
"I'll explain later, right now I need your help." Hotch handed Gideon the pile of clothes he was holding, "Could you please take this to the laundry room?"
Gideon raised his eyebrows and did as he was instructed.
Hotch closed the bedroom door and turned around, to give Spencer some privacy. "Let me know when you're done, okay?"
"Okay." Spencer hurried to get dressed. "I'm done."
"Okay, let's go join Gideon downstairs. I bet he's got more than a few questions for us." Hotch turned back around.
"Please don't tell him about me."
"He needs to know, Spencer."
"But why?" Spencer whined.
"Because he's your friend and worries about you and because he would kill me if I kept this from him. And also because you listed him as next of kin and as such, it's his right to know these things." Hotch added.
Spencer sighed, he'd forgotten all about that.
TBC