By Kalnaman and Malinga
Warnings: Spanking with a brush and a smelly fart, if it's not you thing then you better not read it.
As/N: Thank you so much for your great reviews and your encouraging us to continue this story and yes we know that antidepressants takes about 2 to 6 weeks to work, so yes there'll be lot of angst ;o) And thanks again to VirginSerpent for beta.
Spencer woke up, not only was his backside was hurting from the spankings he'd received lately, but every inch of his body was hurting and he didn't know why. He tried to move his arms and legs, but couldn't. He was terrified and he tried to scream but not a single word came out. What was wrong with him? He even tried to cry, but no sobs came out, just a little tear ran down his face.
He was scared, so scared. Would he now end up like his mother behind locked doors? Suddenly he was able to let out a sob.
Hotch perked up suddenly, and motioned for the rest of the team to keep quiet. Something had caught his attention but he couldn't quite put his finger on what exactly. Then he heard it; sobs coming from the baby monitor.
"Spencer." He quickly got to his feet and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time in his haste to get to the distressed young man.
Spencer was lying in fetal position, with 'his' teddy in a tight embrace. He wanted to cry for 'daddy' but the words just didn't want to come out.
Only tears that ran freely down his cheeks.
Hotch saw him lying there, crying with his teddy clutched in his arms and curled up in on himself into a small, tight ball and he swiftly covered the space between them, sitting down on the bed and gathering the boy in his arms. He rocked him gently back and forth, making shushing noises and rubbing circles on his heaving back in his attempt to bring some measure of comfort to the sobbing young man.
Spencer felt safe in Hotch's arms and now he was finally able to get an important word out, "Daddy."
"I'm here, son. I'm here, shhhh... don't cry." He gently rocked him back and forth and kissed the top of Spencer's messy hair. "Daddy's here."
Spencer never wanted to leave this protective embrace. He wished he could stay there forever.
Hotch sat back on the bed, resting his back against the bed rest so they could be more comfortable. His tight grip on his precious charge never loosened, and the quiet, gentle words never ceased as he held his boy near.
After a long comforting embrace Spencer was finally able to move. He was so relieved. He wondered if he should tell Hotch about it, but he feared if he did, Hotch would call the men in white and he'd end up in a room next to his mom.
Hotch could feel Spencer moving in his arms, and pulled back a little. "Are you alright, Spencer?" He asked in a soft, murmuring voice.
Spencer tried to avoid looking Hotch in the eye. "'m fine..."
"Why were you crying, son?" Hotch asked softly, rocking Spencer some more in his arms and gently squeezing his shoulders and pulling him tighter against himself.
"U-uhm... j-just, b-because..." *Sniff, hiccup.*
Hotch frowned in worry, getting the distinctive, sinking feeling in his gut that there was more to this than what Spencer was letting on. "Are you sure, Spencer?"
Spencer nodded.
Hotch pursed his lips in disappointment, he was really hoping Spencer would open up to him. He decided not to push him, at least not at the moment. But if this became a routine he certainly would.
"The rest of the team is here." Hotch informed him, "how about we get you cleaned up and go meet them in the living room?"
Spencer stiffened. "T-They are here? D-do t-they know? Please tell me they don't, please!"
Hotch sighed, hoping Spencer would understand, "they needed to know, Spencer. They are your friends, your family, and they want to help you."
"I can't ever face them again! I'm staying in this room forever!"
"Spencer, they aren't here to judge you or make fun of you. They are your friends and they are here to help you. That's all"
"Still; I don't want to see them! I'm staying here!"
"Spencer, please. They just want to help you," Hotch tried to convince him. "They only care about your well being; they are your friends."
"Do I really have to?" Spencer whined.
"Yes, you do." Hotch squeezed his shoulder, "you can't hide in here forever anyway so you may as well face them now. There's nothing to be afraid of though; they're here to help." He rubbed Spencer's back reassuringly, trying to comfort and encourage him.
Spencer reluctantly stood up and followed Hotch but he walked funny because he had to use the bathroom, but he didn't want to.
Hotch noticed his funny gait and wrinkled his brow in worry, "Are you sure you're alright, Spencer?" He eyed him closely, concern showing on his face.
"Y-yeah..." He so needed to pee and also do number two.
"Okay, do you need to use the bathroom?"
Spencer bit his lip, "N-noo..."
"Are you sure? We're going to the bathroom anyway so you may as well do whatever you have to do now."
"I-I'm s-sure..." Spencer started to pale and his stomach ached, but he didn't care; he didn't want to take a shit in front of Hotch.
Hotch frowned, unsure of what was really going on with him. "Okay, if you're sure." Hotch then walked with him into the bathroom.
"I-I'm sure."
"Okay, then you just get yourself in order and we'll go join everyone downstairs," Hotch smiled.
Spencer nodded but to his embarrassment he let out a loud fart, and to his horror it smelled awful. Spencer face had turned deep red. He wanted to dig a big hole and bury himself in it and never come out - ever again.
Hotch eyed him suspiciously, "are you sure you don't need to use the bathroom, Spencer?"
Spencer stood funny, like when Jack had to go potty.
Hotch recognized the stance right away and swiftly, without hesitation, grabbed Spencer by the arm and pulled his pants and underwear down and sat him on the toilet. "Do what you have to do, young man. You can't hold it forever." He then turned around in one corner, giving him some space and privacy.
"Not before you leave the room."
"You know I can't leave the room." Hotch answered, still with his back turned away from him, and crossed his arms in what hoped was an intimidating stance. "And you better stop arguing and start dealing with your business there before you hold it in too long and end up making yourself sick."
Spencer wrapped his arms around himself and yelled, "No!"
"No! I don't wanna!" Spencer yelled again.
"Spencer Reid," Hotch said in warning, "if I have to come over there you won't like the consequences, young man."
"And what consequences might those be? You've already spanked me. So how can you make me do it? You can't force me to take a shit when you're in here!"
Spencer was sticking his tongue out at Hotch behind his back.
Spencer stood up from the toilet even though he hadn't done his business there. He started to pull up his boxers.
Hotch glanced at him through the bathroom mirror next to him, and noticed Spencer was defiantly sticking his tongue out at him; he scowled and added in a dangerously low tone of voice. "Oh... I can't, can I?"
Hotch saw him leaving his seat at the toilet and hurried over to his side, pulling his pants and boxers back down and planting him down on the toilet again.
"NO!" Spencer said while he pulled up his boxers.
"No! I don't wanna!"!
Hotch had had enough now, he was beyond pissed and worried about Spencer's well being. He grabbed the boy roughly by the arm, pulled the toilet seat cover down and grabbing a brush from the its place by the sink, he sat down on the toilet and pulled Spencer down over his lap, proceeding to smack the exposed backside repeatedly with the wooden brush until it turned a deep red color. "You will stop this nonsense this instant and will do what you have to do now before I decide you need to wear diapers instead." Hotch lectured in between each smacks.
"Ow! Ow! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Will you stop this behavior and do what you have to do, now?" Hotch asked while still peppering his red butt with hard whacks.
"But I don't wanna!" Spencer whined. "Not with an audience." He sniffed.
Hotch sighed and stopped the spanking momentarily.
"I'm not an audience here, Spencer; I'm merely here to make sure you are alright. That's all. Just pretend I'm not in the room, okay." He said, rubbing Spencer's back comfortingly.
Spencer nodded sadly while sniffing.
"Good." Hotch replied and it was only then that he helped Spencer back on his feet, lifted the toilet top back up and sat him back down there.
Spencer sniffed. "H-Hotch?"
"Yeah?" Hotch asked mid-way back to his corner.
"W-would you r-rally f-force a d-diaper on m-me?" Spencer asked worriedly.
"If I thought you really needed one, yes, I would." Hotch held his gaze seriously.
Spencer gulped. "W-What i-if I for s-some r-reason couldn't move my arms and l-legs, or e-even talk? Would y-you then put a d-diaper on me? Even though it's not my own f-fault?"
Hotch siged, "yes, I would. If I see you really need to use one; but I would never punish you for it, son. And the diaper itself is not a punishment, it's simply meant to help you. You just can't keep on holding it like that; you could really hurt yourself, Spencer. You need to promise me you won't do it again, otherwise I will resort to the diapers. But not to punish you," Hotch hurried to add, "only to stop you from harming yourself, do you understand?" Hotch asked patiently.
Spencer shrugged. He so hoped he wouldn't get one of his episodes again. He didn't want to wear diapers.
With that, Hotch turned back around, leaving Spencer to tend to his business.
It took some time for Spencer to do his business, but when he was finally done he hurried to wipe himself and got up to flush and wash his hands.
"You done?" Asked Hotch from his spot.
"Yes. I've just finished washing my hands."
"Shall we join the others then?" Hotch asked, smiling down at him and throwing an arm over his shoulders.
"No. I'd rather go back to bed and lie on my stomach. Sitting doesn't sound very good for me at the moment, because you've just beat me." Spencer complained.
"And whose fault was that, huh?"
"Yours," Spencer said defiantly.
Gideon wondered what took Hotch and Spencer so long and started to worry. Had Spencer done something foolish? "Excuse me. I'm going to see what they are doing."
As Gideon couldn't find them in the guest room he went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, "Is everything okay in there? Do you need my help, Hotch?"
"Everything's okay, Jason. Don't worry; we'll be out in a minute." Hotch called, not taking his eyes off his rebellious agent.
"Okay. Call me if you need me, okay?"
"I will, don't worry." Spencer wrapped his arms around himself and stared at Hotch.
Gideon then went back to the others.
Hotch nodded, staring down at Spencer crossly, "so it's my fault I was forced to punish you in order to get you to stop being foolish and stop pretending you didn't need to relieve yourself?" Hotch demanded in a severe tone of voice, "is that what you're saying? Because if that's so, then I guess you and I aren't finished having our little talk," he threw the veiled threat, deadly serious.
Spencer gulped and then looked down to the floor.
"Well?" Hotch prompted, arms crossed over his chest, "are we done with our chat or not?"
Spencer frantically nodded his head, there was no way he wanted a new round with the hairbrush.
"Yes. We're done. No more with hairbrush... please."
"No hairbrush...please," Spencer repeated as Hotch hadn't said anything.
"There won't be any, if you stop fighting against me, young man," Hotch reprimanded.
Spencer gulped. "I'll do my best then."
Hotch nodded satisfied and guided Spencer out of the room, "you don't have to worry then."
"Please, can't I just go to my room? Please."
"If that's what you really want, then go on. But remember we're all here if you need us, okay?" he asked softly, placing a comforting hand on the back of his neck and giving it a gentle squeeze. "No one will judge you or make fun of you, Spencer."
Spencer let out a relieved sigh. "I want to go to my room. Tell them hi from me and tell them I'm sorry." Spencer said and then hurried to his room to lie down on his stomach.
Hotch sighed; he hoped he'd come around and understand he didn't have anything to worry about around them eventually.
TBC