Pairing: Hotch/Derek (M/M) paddle, 5x
Hotch/J.J.-Emilay (M/FF) hand, paddle
"Cold Comfort" Season 4, Episode 14
The team searches for a suspect who abducts, kills and embalms his victims so he can spend more time with them.
Jennifer Jareau: "...and so all the night tide, I lie down by the side, of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride. In the sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea." – Edgar Allan Poe
On jet on route to Olympia, Washington
Morning
J.J. was happy to be back to work, but it was clear to Emily how much she missed her baby, Henry.
"We gotta get your mind off that beautiful baby and onto something more fun," Emily gushed. "What did Garcia say about my horoscope this morning?"
J.J. spouted off, "'If being demonstrative and warm is difficult, then neutralize this temporary cold front with a simple but affectionate gesture.' And that's when you flicked us off. You are lucky Hotch didn't see you again."
"Ha, true. But you memorized that?" Emily asked in shock.
"No, who do you think I am, Spence? I'm reading it out of the paper. Now, how can we do a simple, but affectionate gesture and give my mind off things?" J.J. mused.
"Hey, do you remember when Derek took your cell phone and switched your contacts so you thought Will was your mom and your mom Will?" Emily pressed.
"Yeah, my mom is still ticked. She said I'm not too old to get my mouth washed out with soap. Damn Derek, always gets away with it," J.J. laughed.
"Not today, girl. We are getting some payback. This is gonna be fun...Now, I will distract him, you grab his cell," Emily announced with confidence.
"Done," J.J. giggled.
As the team sat on the plane and discussed how their latest unsub embalmed his victims, J.J. and Emily tried to keep straight faces. They had plans for Derek Morgan, big plans.
When Emily and J.J. finally got the phone, they waited and snuck back near the bathrooms.
Emily laughed, "Let's switch our names with Hotch and Rossi. Derek has to follow every singe instruction they give him or that tight butt will be as red as cherry flavored candy!"
"Not a bad sight, but let's just stick to you and Hotch. If we get Rossi involved, he might get suspicious," J.J. determined.
"Okay, I'm doing it now," Emily said. "Derek is going to be running all over town to please the boss! You don't think he will snitch on us?"
"For a silly little prank? Nah, please he could use some humbling. Since they wanted him to run the New York field office, he has been unbearable." J.J. commented. "Hey, we should actually block Hotch so Derek doesn't get his messages, just our messages..."
Olympia, Washington
The team thought Brooke Lombardini, the third victim might still be alive. They had determined that the unsub was embalming his victims to keep them with him longer. The locals had asked Spencer and Derek to check out the latest crime scene and they had found more bodies. None of them were Brooke and her mother would not give us hope. She had engaged the help of a prominent psychic, Stanley Usher, hoping he would help her daughter be home to celebrate her 27th birthday at home with her.
Rossi was not a fan of psychics.
After Spencer and Derek found out the victims were being made to look alike and "changed", Hotch texted Derek to get back to the station at 1pm.
Spencer asked, "What time does he want us back there to delieve the profile?"
"1pm. You head back. I'll grab us some lunch. I saw a Thai place on the way here," Derek reported.
"Good. I have research to do. Can you get me Pad Thai? I don't want anything too spicy," Spencer added.
"Sure, kid," Derek said. He was glad to have some time alone to call his latest honey. He had met her a week ago and wanted to check in.
The phone call and the Thai order took longer than anticipated. Derek strolled into the station at 1:20pm.
Hotch and the team had already given the profile. Hotch glared at Morgan, but was then pulled aside by one of the locals.
Derek asked Emily, "What's his problem?"
She shrugged, "Oh, this case is just getting to him. Did you get me green curry?"
"Of course," Derek said. "And since when do we deliver the profile early? Hotch told me to be here at 1pm. I'm not that late."
J.J. grabbed the food bags, "Come on, let's eat in the conference room. I want to hear about your newest flame."
"What flame?" Derek responded blankly. The girls looked at each other and laughed.
"You always have a chick on the back burner! Speak," Emily demanded.
"Nope, not this time," Derek quipped. "There is no one."
After lunch, the team broke up to interview individuals in the funeral industry. Emily and J.J. texted Derek several false locations and had him miss another meeting in the afternoon. They could tell Hotch was getting pissed, but his jaw just tightened and he got quieter.
By it was time to go back to the hotel, Hotch was fuming.
In the lobby, he hissed at Derek, "Morgan, you are coming with me!"
Derek was alarmed, he had been on his best behavior today. Hotch would not speak to him at all in the elevator or until they got into Hotch's hotel room. Hotch ordered Derek to sit on the bed and listen.
"Derek Morgan, I am so disappointed in your behavior today. It is a good thing I thought to pack the paddle. I thought it would be the girls who I'd have to spank, but instead it's you. You know better than to disobey me and disregard my texts like that. And how dare you type those things to me? So disrespectful!" Aaron lectured, as he paced back and forth.
Derek was so aghast that he could barely form words. He finally blurted, "
What? I was following your instructions to the t, all damn day!"
Hotch growled, "I am done with the disrespect!" He grabbed the small square paddle he had brought with him and yanked it out of his suitcase.
Derek's eyes got wider and he tried to cover the seat of his pants as Hotch dragged him up by the arm. Hotch turned Derek to the side and popped his behind loudly with the paddle.
Crack!
Derek yelped and stomped his feet as Aaron swatted him five more times hard and fast.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Derek's rump stung and ached already from the intense paddling. He started to cry and beg for Hotch to listen to him.
Hotch stopped and said, "What? What could you possibly have to say for yourself, young man?"
Derek took advantage of the pause in the spanking to rub his backside until Hotch gave him a firm look. His breath hitched.
"Hotch, check my cell. Here," Derek sobbed. He pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and handed it to his boss.
Hotch took a breath and grabbed the phone. He opened the phone and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Derek and Hotch both heard the giggling at the same time.
Hotch gulped, "Derek, I'm so sorry. I think it is safe to say who is behind this and who are going to get their behinds toasted."
Derek nodded and walked silently to Hotch's hotel room door and flung it open. Emily and J.J. were still laughing until they saw Hotch walking toward them, behind Derek. They turned to walk away.
"Derek, wait out here a moment please. The girls and I need to talk. J.J., Emily, come in now," Hotch said sternly.
They looked at Derek and said him walking stiffly and wiping away tears and their smiles died on their faces.
"What to explain what happened?" Hotch asked the two woman.
J.J. just smirked, "It's nothing he hasn't done to us."
Emily sneered, "Sir, with all due respect, Derek has been acting like a fucking big shot since New York. We thought he deserved to be taken down a peg or two."
Hotch grabbed Emily by the arm with one hand and the paddle with the other. He dragged her over to the couch by the windows and ordered J.J. to park her nose in the corner.
Emily squealed that it wasn't their fault.
"I am going to take you two down a peg or two, miss," Hotch informed her. He flipped her over his lap so her hands were down on the carpet and her legs flailing in the air. Hotch put the paddle on the couch and began to spank Emily's upturned bottom hard with his . Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
He was spanking faster than he usually did and not holding back.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Hotch, ouch! Stop! Nooooo," Emily wailed. "Ah, ah, ohhhhh."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"You did a very naughty thing!" Hotch yelled as he peppered her butt with more hard spanks. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. area of Emily's rear was stinging and she was crying like a baby but the time he flipped her up. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Emily wiggled and tried to rub, but Hotch held her hands in front.
"You're not done. I took the paddle to Derek and you are getting a taste. Take down your pants," Hotch ordered.
"No, Hotch! Don't paddle me. I'm sorry," Emily begged.
"That's another five," Hotch determined.
"What? Nooooooo, please. I had enough," Emily fussed.
"You are up to fifteen. Take down your pants or I am going to paddle your bare behind," Hotch warned. Emily sobbed but finally unbuttoned and unzipped her dress slacks.
Aaron flipped her over his lap and rested the paddle on her white nylon panties. They were cut high on the leg, but the first whack of the light wooden paddle on Emily's bum, let her know that she might as well have been bare. Pop!
"Awwwwwww," Emily burst out.
"Fourteen more, from me anyway," Hotch murmured.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Hotch was going back and forth from cheek to cheek with the small paddle. He targeted under her panty line for the last few.
"S-Sorry," Emily cried. "Owwwwww, ahhhhh."
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Okay, you go stand in the corner now, young lady. Hands on your head. Any rubbing and you will get that bare bottomed spanking!" Hotch said as he marched Emily over to the corner J.J. was whimpering in. It took a while since he left Emily's pants as her ankles.
J.J. fussed and wiggled just the same as Emily as he first hand spanked her over her tight skirt and then had her pull it down for her paddling. She also whined and hesitated, so Hotch gave her the same 15 paddle whacks as Emily got. He stood up J.J. and walked her to the corner right by Emily. Both ladies sobbed and shifted their feet as Hotch lectured them on what they did.
Hotch went and opened the door and invited Derek in. He saw the girls and looked at their red bottoms. He could see the pinkness peeking below their thighs.
"I mentioned before that the person wronged is allowed to give swats to the guilty parties. I gave Derek five hard licks with the paddle and now he has the right to give you both the same," Hotch determined. He handed Derek the paddle.
Derek steeled himself and gave each of his coworkers a sound swat across both cheeks with the paddle that left them both bouncing up and down and sobbing again. Pop! Pop! Derek then put down the paddle and gave each woman two hard hand spanks on both cheeks.
whack. whack. whack. whack.
whack. whack. whack. whack.
"Okay, you can apologize, girls," Hotch said. Both Emily and J.J. turned and said they were sorry. Derek forgave them and they had a group hug. He even patted their behinds softly and said they didn't have to talk about this again.
Hotch apologized again to Derek for not listen and put an arm around him.
"J.J., Emily, I expect you both to fix Derek's cell right now," Hotch said. He packed away his paddle and then turned to watch the ladies fix the phone.
They all got a buzz on their phones, Derek looked at his and yelled,
"They solved the case! Brooke Lombardini is alive and well. Anyone up for Italian? Rossi is treating us all," Derek reported.
Hotch sat down on the bed and said, "I don't know about you, but I really worked up an appetite."
They laughed and Hotch opened his arms to J.J. and Emily. He hugged them and told them that they were allowed to rub now.
Italian Restaurant
Evening
Rossi was not impressed with the food, although this was one of the top places in the city.
"Do you ladies have ants in your pants?" Rossi wondered. Emily and J.J. had been shifting and squirming on the padded seats all night.
They looked at each other and Hotch cleared his throat, "It's all good, Dave."
Derek guffawed, "Now it is, did you guys know that Hotch travels with a wooden paddle. That thing stings like a hornet!"
Spence gasped, "You got it tonight, too. I could tell the girls did, but..."
Derek laughed, "Oh, that's where the story gets good."
Emily reddened, but then said, "It was J.J.'s idea."
J.J. tossed a roll as her, "Was not, it was yours. All because of your horoscope!"
"Well, okay, but did today's antics take your mind off of anything?" Emily grinned.
"Actually, it did. I didn't cry over Henry at all, but I did cry over Hotch's paddle!" J.J. confessed. Her bum was still throbbing. He really whacked her sit spots.
Spence exclaimed, "I have to hear this story now. Please, J.J.!"
J.J. figured he would find out anyway, "Okay, fine, but just know it all started with you telling everyone I was a Pisces!"
"Well, you don't need a psychic to know that pranks never turn out well in the end," Derek quipped loudly.
The team laughed and cringed as the whole story came out. They might have had a rough day, but they had saved the victim, caught the unsub, and now everything was alright again.
Until the next case!
David Rossi: "For those who believe, no proof is necessary. For those who don't believe, no proof is possible." – Stuart Chase