Hey All. Welcome to story six, Drowning in Guilt, of my NCIS Spanking Series, Godfather Gibbs. This is my story where Gibbs has a Goddaughter, previously called Coming Home for Summer, but I decided to change it up a little. It is a spanking series and most added chapters will include spanking, though there will be a couple chapters with no spanking as the ideas pop into my head. Chapters will be added as I write them. There are lots of changes I make with this story and lots of things I throw in for fun, but it is mainly a discipline fic.
Story Summary: Sandy Jane Carter is the Goddaughter of Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Gibbs is known to deal with his team off the books and in a more parental manner, what happens when a 14-year-old Goddaughter is added to the mix. Contains Spanking of minors and adults.
Chapter Summary: What happens when Sandy and Tony are struggling to deal with the guilt that they are both feeling, however, Gibbs won't punish them when they haven't actually done anything wrong or broken any rules.
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS I am merely using the characters for my own and others entertainment.
Warning: This is a spanking fic. Don't like don't read. Will contain the spanking of minors and adults again, don't like don't read.
I have a wonderful and amazing person as my beta, Jules Ann, she is quite literally my Magical Muse Mender and when I get stuck just talking to her can help me figure my way past a block. She has helped me so much with all my stories and my writing, I would be utterly lost without her.
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Gibbs was reaching the end of his rope; he could admit to himself he would normally have reined Sandy and DiNozzo in long before they got this out of hand, however he just couldn't bring himself to do it. Every time he came close, he would recall the previous night where one of them, usually Sandy, woke up from a nightmare and would slip from her room and over to DiNozzo's. DiNozzo's apartment was more than ready for him to return to but even now after over two weeks it didn't seem like DiNozzo was preparing to move back home at all. Although DiNozzo had more than overstayed his welcome, Gibbs was not prepared to send the lad home, not whilst he and Sandy still suffered from nightmares and needed each other. In any other situation Gibbs would be beyond disturbed to find his Goddaughter sharing a bed with a grown man, but he knew well that the connection between the two was strictly platonic and they saw each other as siblings and nothing more.
In truth Gibbs was grateful for DiNozzo remaining in the house, Sandy needed someone, and he could admit to himself that his Marine mindset made talking about feelings difficult. As much as DiNozzo considered himself a ladies' man, Gibbs knew he would rather cut off his own arm than hurt Sandy. He'd overheard a handful of talks between the pair, Sandy seeming willing to share the details of her nightmares with DiNozzo, and his Senior Field Agent doing an outstanding job of comforting her and assuring her she'd done nothing wrong. Clearly Sandy saw DiNozzo as an object of safety and security, so yes Gibbs was, not exactly happy, but certainly thankful that DiNozzo was making no move to return to his own apartment any time soon.
As much as Gibbs appreciated having DiNozzo there for Sandy at home, he did not at all appreciate his attitude at work. He knew it was DiNozzo's way of dealing with his feelings of guilt and he'd even gotten to the point where he was willing to smack some sense into his Senior Field Agent to help get rid of his guilt, but the very real fear that he might decide to go home prevented it. DiNozzo, Abby, and Ducky were the only ones that Sandy wasn't lashing out at and DiNozzo was the only one who could disarm his Godchild's seemingly out of control rage. Again, Gibbs was at the point where he was ready to follow Ducky's advice and nip Sandy's behavior in the bud with a quick trip over his knee. However, after what she'd gone through, he was loath to punish her and a big part of him felt she was right to feel so angry. He wasn't fond of being the target of her rage but as she couldn't rage at the person that she was angry at he felt he should allow her to rage at him.
The case was going about as well as it could go, even with DiNozzo doing his level best to piss off just about everyone around him, including the CO of the dead Petty Officer they needed to work with. Gibbs sent him back to base to stop him getting them in anymore trouble and stood there whilst the pissed off CO raked him over the coals for the unacceptable behavior of his SIC. Fortunately Kate and McGee were also doing damage control and doing their best to prove that NCIS did know how to do their jobs and were conducting the necessary interviews.
When they'd gotten all the information they could from their dead Marine's posting, Gibbs was feeling slightly less furious, but no clearer on what he was supposed to do with DiNozzo. In any other circumstances DiNozzo would be sitting sore tonight, but Sandy wasn't ready for him to go home, and Gibbs knew he was only acting out because he was feeling guilty, so as the only consequence was getting chewed out by a CO, he forced himself to let it go. DiNozzo was being an idiot, but it hadn't hindered their jobs or put anyone in danger, so long as those lines weren't crossed, he could handle getting yelled at.
Gibbs headed down to Abby's lab where the team was, two caf-pows in hand for the girls. He left the elevator and hurried into the lab hearing the yelling.
The lab was a disaster, Abby was standing in between a furious looking McGee and a wildly grinning DiNozzo, alternating between telling DiNozzo to stop it and telling McGee to ignore him, and Sandy was throwing things at Kate screaming at her. Gibbs let out a sharp whistle and watched as both DiNozzo and Sandy paled drastically and froze, with McGee and Kate almost sagging in relief. "I don't even want to know. DiNozzo, Sandy, you will clean up this mess immediately. Kate, McGee, go get a coffee and take a break, take Abby with you," he ordered sharply.
Kate, Tim, and Abby all turned and practically fled from the Lab, not wanting to be a target of Gibbs' anger.
Sandy glared at her Godfather about to tell him to leave her alone when Tony wrapped his arm around her.
"Yes Boss," Tony agreed, giving a cheeky grin. Normally he would brace himself for a head slap, or being told he was going back to Gibbs', but lately it didn't seem to matter what he did, Gibbs didn't care. Gibbs clearly was so disappointed in him that it didn't matter what he did, he wasn't going to punish him anymore. Once Sandy no longer needed him Tony was certain that he was going to get fired, so he might as well have his fun now.
Sandy huffed and rolled her eyes, "fine, whatever." Her Godfather clearly didn't want her anymore, obviously the fact that she was a murderer hadn't sunk in for him yet when he'd said she could stay. He wanted to get rid of her and well she was just fine with that, but she was going to force him to do it, she wasn't going to make it easy for him; if he wanted to send her off to live with some relative that she barely knew he was going to have to do it himself. She understood why he didn't care about her anymore, her own father hadn't cared about her and now she was a killer. Clearly, she was someone people weren't capable of caring about.
Gibbs raised an eyebrow, waiting for the two in front of him to start cleaning.
To save Sandy from landing herself in trouble, Tony turned them around and began cleaning up the mess she had made.
Gibbs watched his Senior Field Agent and Godchild as they tidied up the lab, he was seriously at his wits end with the pair of them. He knew he should just spank them both, but they were both dealing with trauma, and he didn't want to spank them for dealing poorly with trauma.
When the lab was finally tidy, Gibbs marched the pair back upstairs, he wasn't going to be able to let either of them out of his sight. He parked Sandy at his desk, giving DiNozzo a glare until he sat at his desk too.
Working under Gibbs's glare was familiar and in an odd way comforting for Tony, it felt like things were almost normal and his Boss/father figure was disappointed in him. He found himself working just a little harder than he usually would and shortly before they would normally call it a night, he got a hit on the lead he'd been following. "Boss, I've got something," he called.
Very quickly they were gearing up to follow the lead DiNozzo had found, with any luck they'd have their man very shortly. "Sandy, where are you going?" Gibbs asked.
Sandy sighed and got up so she could head to Abby's lab, or maybe she'd go see Ducky in Autopsy, the Autopsy Gremlin was rather terrified of her and an easy target. She frowned when her Godfather demanded to know where she was going, "autopsy," she stated like it was obvious.
Gibbs shook his head, "no, I told you to sit there and that's what you're going to do, consider yourself in time out little girl." He wasn't going to spank her, but a time out was definitely called for, plus he wasn't going to leave poor Ducky to try and handle Sandy, she wasn't lashing out at the ME, but Palmer was definitely a target for his Goddaughter. "Agent Denver is going to keep an eye on you," he decided summoning the NCIS Agent over.
"What the hell?! I don't need a bloody babysitter Uncle Leroy!" Sandy protested furiously.
"Do not speak to me that way Sandy Carter," Gibbs warned. "I wouldn't have thought you needed a babysitter either little girl, but you've proven me wrong there, so you are going to sit there and behave yourself for Agent Denver," he repeated firmly.
"Fuck you Uncle Leroy!" Sandy snapped throwing her fist forward, unaware she'd even taken the time to form a fist and prepare to throw the punch.
Gibbs did not miss what his Godchild was doing, he'd seen her winding up to punch him, he truly hoped she wouldn't go that far but enough was enough. He easily caught her fist and held it tight in his hand, "that is quite enough," he told her in his lowest most dangerous voice.
Her fist caught in her Godfather's hand and the low dangerous tone he used was like a bucket of ice water thrown over her head and Sandy froze, eyes as wide as saucers. "Uncle Leroy…" she started only to fall silent at the look she was being given. She tried to sink into herself knowing she'd finally pushed too far, knowing this was it, he was going to send her away now. She couldn't even feel angry about it, she had brought it on herself, and she couldn't call up her anger now even if she wanted to.
"I have been extremely patient with your unacceptable outbursts, far more patient than you have deserved but you have well and truly crossed the line now little girl. Your treatment of McGee and Kate has been beyond appalling and that is to say nothing for the complete and utter contempt and disrespect you have been showing me. Now you will sit there and obey everything Agent Denver tells you. When we get back, we'll be going home and we will continue this conversation there, understood?" Gibbs scolded. He just about resisted the urge to swat his Godchild and gave Agent Denver a nod of thanks for keeping an eye on Sandy before guiding her back into her seat.
Tony felt a pinch of panic and despair, with Gibbs now reeling Sandy in and getting over whatever hump he was carrying about not disciplining her, it wasn't going to be too much longer before he was ready to fire him. Well, if this was going to be his last case with the team then he would leave them with memories they wouldn't ever forget.
Sandy sank into her seat and tried not to burst into tears, at least her Godfather wasn't announcing that he was sending her away in front of everyone. On the other hand, she wondered if that meant she wouldn't even have a chance to say goodbye, that would hurt. Despite how she'd been treating McGee and Kate, she did love them, almost as much as she loved Tony, Abby, and Ducky, she just didn't know them as well.
Gibbs was concerned with the level of distress in Sandy's eyes, he wanted to assure her it wouldn't be as terrible as she was clearly imagining. He was grateful at least he hadn't promised her the strap if she ever struck someone again, he just could not bring himself to strap a woman. He decided letting her sit and stew in her worry about the fate of her bottom would do her some good. He was troubled by the look on his SIC's face but put it down to him not wanting to see Sandy in trouble, it would be the first time he was in the house when Sandy had earned a spanking and he hadn't. Gibbs briefly considered asking DiNozzo to maybe give them some time before he came back, but his gut told him that would be the wrong move.
Gibbs looked at Kate and McGee, both stood still, carefully not looking at him, "I said gear up, let's go," he repeated.
Sandy watched miserably as her Godfather left without another word to her, she caught the pained look Tony was sending her and figured he knew what was going to happen to her later. She stamped down hard on her foot to stop herself from crying, avoiding looking at a very awkward looking Agent Dover? Denny? Oh, she was sure it was Agent D-something, but she wasn't in the mood to feel bad about forgetting his name right then. She tried to work out who her Godfather was going to send her too, her Mom had been an only child, and her Grandad was dead, her Grandma in a care home with dementia. Her Mom had a couple of cousins that Sandy hadn't seen in years, but she was pretty sure one had like six kids or something, so they were a possibility. A horrifying thought occurred to her, her Dad's parents were alive, as was his sister, his brother was dead, he committed suicide, and it was because of her Dad's parents. She hadn't understood when she was younger why she only had one set of grandparents, her Dad had simply said they weren't very nice, it wasn't until after her Uncle's funeral she understood that not very nice meant abusive.
Sandy didn't know if her Godfather knew her Dad's parents had been abusive, would it be worth telling him? The little voice that had been giving her a hard time since she'd killed that man told her he already knew, and he was sending her to them because she deserved it. It hurt, it really hurt, but she couldn't even deny it, she did deserve it, she was a killer and though she was grateful not to be sitting in jail, she still deserved some kind of punishment. If going to live with the grandparents she'd never met, and had abused her Dad, Aunt, and Uncle so badly that her Dad had run off to the Marines, her Uncle had killed himself, and her Aunt had become a severely depressed alcoholic, was her penance, then that's what she had to do.
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They had the other Petty Officer surrounded, Gibbs didn't need Kate whispering to him that the kid was going to go for suicide by cop, he already knew. The kid had a hard life and joining the Navy hadn't made life better for him, his victim had been the ringleader of his bullies. The kid had snapped, and he wasn't going to be talked down.
Tony, the one the kid was aiming a gun at, dropped his gun and laughed, "you aren't going to shoot anyone Petty Office White, look at you, you can't even hold that gun straight. You're a coward, you had to sneak up on Petty Officer Lanner, didn't you? Shoot him in the back, I bet if he faced you like I am you'd have pissed your pants, wouldn't you?" He walked forwards, he could probably just pluck the gun out of the kid's hands if he could get close enough. Kate wasn't the only one who had profiling experience, he'd been a jock in college, he knew White's type, they turned to a puddle when confronted by a strong male.
Gibbs almost had a heart attack when DiNozzo started walking towards Petty Officer White, taunting him, was his idiotic Senior Field Agent trying to get shot? He watched as a flash of fury crossed Petty Officer White's face, he shot just quick enough to cause the kids hand to move off center and his shot to go wide, missing DiNozzo by a wide margin.
Kate ran to the downed Petty Office White and kicked his gun away from him, staring at Tony in horror. Had Tony been trying to get himself killed? No, the shocked look on her colleague's face showed her he hadn't actually expected Petty Officer White to shoot, which was utter stupidity. Tony was just like his tormentors; she'd even said to McGee, when they found out what Petty Officer Lanner like from his fellow sailors, that he sounded like Tony.
"What the hell was that DiNozzo? No, don't answer, you can explain yourself at mine, tonight. Kate, McGee, wrap this up and then go home, reports can wait until tomorrow, get Ducky to come and collect the Petty Officer. DiNozzo, we're going back to collect Sandy and then you can explain yourself," Gibbs barked furiously. He had let a lot go with DiNozzo, far more than he should have, but he stepped way, way over the line with that little stunt right there.
"Boss I…" Tony started. It was hardly his fault the kid was crazy enough to actually try and shoot a NCIS Agent, he couldn't be blamed for miscalculating right? Besides, surely if Gibbs was going to fire him, he could do it at Headquarters… well actually Gibbs probably wanted him to pack up his stuff from his place. That made sense, he wouldn't be wanted there, he'd probably tell him then to turn in his gun and badge tomorrow morning.
"I don't want to hear it," Gibbs almost growled at DiNozzo.
Tim approached Kate and the Petty Officer, looking a little pale, "I can't believe he nearly shot Tony."
"I know right McGeek, guess that means he's got more stones than you Probie," Tony couldn't resist a final snipe at the newest team member.
Gibbs had to work very hard not to swat DiNozzo right there and then, regardless of the fact they were out in the field, "car! DiNozzo!"
Tony almost yelped at Gibbs' tone alone and he regretted his comment, well at least he'd made it extra easy for Gibbs to fire him, McGee probably wouldn't even miss him now. He climbed into the car and figured it was probably a good call to shut up and not say anything else, at least until he was officially fired, he didn't want to miss the chance to at least say goodbye to Sandy.
Gibbs took a moment to try and calm his pounding heart, trying not to think how close the man he viewed as one of his surrogate sons had come to dying due to his own stupidity. He might deny it when Ducky called his team his kids, but in this job, they weren't just a team, they were as close as any tight knit family and with him as the leader it made sense for him to feel a level of parental affection for his team. He sighed taking the familial feelings into account made up his mind for how he was going to deal with DiNozzo and Sandy. They had both stepped out of line in a way that would usually warrant the most severe of punishments, but Gibbs needed this to be more personal than that. He would not usually subject DiNozzo to the more intimate over the knee position, but DiNozzo needed to know that this was personal, and he couldn't think of a better way to prove that to his SIC. A hand spanking followed by a dose of the bath brush should be the right mix of personal and seriousness to make sure this did not happen again, for both of them.
Tony clamped down on the building distress he was feeling, he'd left jobs before, plenty of them, in fact it was somewhat of a minor miracle he'd lasted in NCIS as long as he had. Okay, he had very little do to with the fact he'd managed to stay in this job for over two years, it was all thanks to Gibbs and his unofficial, off the books, way of dealing with his screw ups. Tony knew if Gibbs dealt with him as the regs detailed that he should, he'd have been out of here probably even before he'd made it a year. He would deny it to his dying day, but there had been something comforting about the fact the ex-Gunny held him accountable to his actions the way he had. Tony's own father was a P.O.S, a true bastard, and he'd fairly quickly started seeing Gibbs as a surrogate father figure. It was going to hurt like hell to lose this, he would have thought he was used to being abandoned by parental figures, but somehow this felt more painful than any previous abandonment had.
Gibbs finally felt satisfied with how he was going to impress upon his Goddaughter and Senior Field Agent the seriousness of what they had done, confident in his decision and feeling like this would bring them back to true normality. He climbed into the car and started back towards base, he wasn't looking forward to what was ahead, he would rather jump ahead to after, but he did want to get it over and done with.
Tony tried, but he couldn't let the silence sit there, "uh, thank you," he murmured softly.
Gibbs was about to remind DiNozzo to shut up, but what he said had him slightly confused. He was certain DiNozzo was not thanking him for deciding to punish him, or for not swatting him in public, he made a point to restrict any public chastisement to head slaps only. He glanced briefly at his SIC with a raised eyebrow, silently demanding an explanation.
"For letting me say goodbye to Sandy, or not firing me in front of McGee and Kate," Tony explained.
Gibbs quickly found a place to pull over and slammed his brakes on to stop them there, turning to look at DiNozzo in astonishment. "Rule five!" He demanded.
Tony looked at Gibbs slightly alarmed, "um… rule five… never say you're sorry, no wait that's six."
"You don't waste good. DiNozzo, I'm not firing you. I'm going to do what you've been trying to get me to do for nearly three weeks now. You wanted a spanking so badly, well, congratulations, you've earned one. You might wish I'd fired you instead by the time I'm through with you, but I will do whatever is necessary to keep you on my team and keep you alive," Gibbs insisted firmly.
Tony was grateful he was sat down in that moment because if not he'd probably have ended up on his ass, "but, you… I… Sandy… I don't…" he stammered.
Gibbs pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "DiNozzo! I did not spank you for getting knocked out when you were trying to get Sandy to safety because you did nothing wrong! You need to get that through your thick head, you did everything right, that alley was all but pitch black, using a torch to look would have given away your position. I would have done exactly the same thing, there was no reason to suspect Mike would have someone there waiting for Sandy. He thought she was asleep in bed, that the kidnappers would take her by surprise. You need to let go of this guilt you're feeling over this Tony, what happened was not your fault, it was Mike's and his alone."
Tony looked down at his lap, "but if I'd tried harder, maybe we could have found Annabel," he confessed.
"No Tony, we were all doing all we could to find Annabel. What happened was terrible, and we'll all have to live with that, but you know as well as I do, we won't be able to save them all. We never stood a chance of finding Annabel, Mike's motive wasn't based in reality, so there was nothing we could have found. We can only work with the information we can find," Gibbs pointed out. He wasn't overly comfortable talking like this, but he could see that Tony needed it. "Mike was my friend Tony, and something didn't sit right with me, but this was far beyond anything I thought he was capable of," he added. "If anyone holds more blame, then it would be me," he finished.
"No, Boss! It's not your fault at all. You couldn't have possibly known what Mike was thinking," Tony insisted quickly.
Gibbs allowed himself a small smile at that, "I'm glad you think that DiNozzo. So, tell me if I couldn't have known, how were you supposed to?" He gave DiNozzo a knowing look, watching to see the penny drop with his SIC.
Tony blinked as he understood what Gibbs was saying, strangely it actually did help with the guilt he'd been feeling. He shot Gibbs a sheepish look, "thanks Boss."
Gibbs allowed himself a half smile at that, "now can we go and fetch Sandy, or are there any other foolish notions in your head that I need to correct? Because I'd rather get it out here and now than have to punish you again later because you're unable to cope with your guilt."
Tony grimaced then as it dawned on him, he was going to have a hard time sitting soon, "uh, Boss I…" he tried.
"If you tell me honestly that you don't deserve it, and can convince me of that, then I won't punish you. It'll have to be a pretty convincing argument seeing as you came within seconds of winding up with a bullet hole due to your utter stupidity, but I'm willing to listen," Gibbs allowed.
Tony opened and closed his mouth a couple times before slumping against the seat sighing in defeat, "I got nothing Boss."
Gibbs nodded, taking that as DiNozzo's acceptance and then pulled back onto the road, heading back to base just to collect Sandy. "Stay in the car DiNozzo," he instructed. He headed into Headquarters and was relieved to find Sandy still sat at his desk, though the expression on her face worried him. She looked utterly devastated and Gibbs wondered if she wasn't harboring her own misconceptions about things. Though what she could be concerned about he had no idea, but considering DiNozzo's guilt, he could make some educated guesses. Considering she most likely thought she was going to be punished for killing someone, her desolate expression made a little sense, but he thought she would look more worried than heartbroken.
Sandy looked up, when the elevator pinged, and it took all the self-control she had not to burst into tears when she saw her Godfather. This was it then, she didn't even know where her Dad's parents lived, but with NCIS's resources they would probably be easy to find. She pressed the heel of her trainer hard into the toes of her other foot, gearing herself up to take this with some dignity. She deserved it, if anyone in the world could deserve to end up in the care of abusive guardians, she did. She didn't move yet though, she'd been told to stay here and that's what she was going to do, she was still shaken enough by the fact she'd tried to punch her Godfather to want to push anything.
Gibbs crossed the bullpen and raised an eyebrow at Agent Denver, he wasn't expecting any negative reports, but it was best to check just in case.
"No problems Sir," Agent Denver insisted.
Gibbs nodded, "good. Sandy, let's go," he ordered.
Sandy looked up a stab of pain shooting through her, she wasn't even going to be allowed to say goodbye to Abby and Ducky.
Gibbs watched the ripple of pain flash across his Godchild's face, and he knew there was more going on than he had assumed. He dismissed Agent Denver with a head motion and stood himself in front of his Goddaughter, "Sandy, tell me what's wrong," he urged.
Sandy bit her tongue, almost hard enough to cut it and shook her head, "it's fine, I… I deserve it," she forced out.
Gibbs knew from Sandy's tone she was not just talking about the spanking she definitely deserved. "Deserve what?" He pressed.
Sandy almost whimpered, he was going to make her say it wasn't he? She dropped her head and started at her lap, "to go live with D-Dad's parents."
"No," Gibbs almost growled, "no way Sandy. That's not happening. Not now, not ever." He tilted her chin up to look at him and saw the tears sparkling in her eyes, "if you want me to find a relative you can go live with, I will, but not from your Dad's side of the family." It would be one of the most painful things he would have to do, but if she really didn't want to be with him, he would find a relative who would take care of her properly. They would be undergoing the strictest of background checks, he would not allow anyone who might hurt Sandy to have anything to do with her.
Sandy blinked, not understanding, "but… but I deserve it a-and you don't want me anymore… I… I'm a k-killer."
Gibbs could not stand the pain in his Godchild's voice. He pulled her into his arms and tucked her under his chin, cupping the back of her head; feeling a touch of relief when she clung to him and started crying into his chest rather than trying to pull away which he feared she might have. He held her for a moment before he peeled her back from him and got her to look him in the eye, "listen to me and listen well Sandy Jane, you are not a killer. If DiNozzo had not been knocked out he would have shot that man himself, would you have thought of DiNozzo as a murderer for killing that man to protect you?"
Sandy couldn't take it anymore, she clung to her Godfather and cried into his chest, giving into the misery she felt and trusting him to support her. She looked up when he spoke, immediately discounting what he said, until he brought up Tony and asked if she would have thought of Tony as a murderer if he'd been the one to kill than man. Instantly she rejected that idea, Tony was the furthest thing from a murderer she could think of, "no, never."
"Then tell me why you are any different Baby Girl, you did what you had to do to save yourself and DiNozzo, and I'm so proud of you. You kept your head, you used the training I gave you, and when you needed to you didn't hesitate. I hope you are never in that kind of situation again, but if you ever are, I'm relieved to know you have the skills and the good sense to use them to keep yourself safe," Gibbs told her firmly.
Sandy collapsed back into her Godfather's arms, sobbing against his chest as the guilt she'd been carrying since she'd shot that man finally lifted off her.
Gibbs held Sandy tight and let her cry into him, pressing his lips to the top of her head, letting her know, in no uncertain terms, he was there, and he wasn't going anywhere. When she started to calm again, he looked down at her, "now what is this ridiculous notion you had about me not wanting you?"
Sandy sniffled and blushed a little as she looked up at her Godfather, "you… um… you didn't… after I… and um I thought…" she faltered.
Gibbs sighed, "I'm starting to think I'm going to have to start smacking the back of your head like I do DiNozzo. Let me see if I understood that. You thought that, because I didn't punish you after you managed to save yourself and DiNozzo from the man intending to take you, rape you, and hurt you in other ways, and probably kill DiNozzo, I no longer wanted you. That I thought you were too much work and I'd given up caring about you?"
Sandy ducked her head, finding herself, as she often did, wondering how on earth her Godfather could just read her mind like that.
Gibbs caught Sandy's chin and gently guided it back up, so he was looking right in her eyes, making sure the message was well and truly understood. "I presume I have suitably banished that absurd idea now?" He checked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, Uncle Leroy," Sandy murmured softly. It was the truth, now she was no longer carrying the burden of her guilt and didn't feel she deserved to be punished for defending herself, she could see why her Godfather hadn't punished her. Quite quickly though she started feeling awful for how she'd been acting, how she'd treated Kate and McGee, and her eyes widened in horror as she recalled throwing the punch towards her Godfather. He was going to strap her, he said if she fought with someone again, she might feel the strap and surely throwing a punch at her Godfather was a strap worthy offense.
Gibbs was watching Sandy's eyes carefully and saw the growing guilt and then the wide-eyed horror cross her face. "No, you won't be getting the strap this time," he assured her, taking an educated guess on what was causing her fear. "Fortunately for you I'm not considering throwing a single punch that didn't even land fighting," he explained.
Sandy could have sagged in relief, but then she realized exactly what her Godfather had said, and it wasn't that she wasn't going to be punished at all. She swallowed nervously and looked down at her shoes, though she couldn't deny she did actually deserve this one, it was going to be weird getting a spanking with Tony in the house and him not being in trouble.
Gibbs sighed, "come on Baby Girl, let's go home and get this over and done with," he directed. He shifted them so his arm was around her shoulder and guided her out of the bullpen and to the elevator. He did not try to reassure her any further, there was no point saying it wouldn't be too bad, it was going to be bad, and she already knew she'd earned it, so saying that would just be cruel.
Sandy leaned against her Godfather, just soaking up the relief that came from knowing he still wanted her, and she wasn't going to be going to her Dad's parents. She had no idea how he knew, but she'd long since accepted that there was very little her Godfather didn't know or couldn't find out. She blushed embarrassed when they got to the car and she saw Tony sat in it, that meant Tony was going to witness her punishment. It was one thing when Tony was in trouble too, but it was going to be weird to be punished by her Godfather when Tony wasn't going to be.
Gibbs was relieved to find Tony still in the car as he'd ordered, he opened the backdoor for Sandy to help her in before he got in himself. He would much rather spend the evening relaxing with the pair, but they'd earned what they had coming. He flicked on the radio to prevent any conversation, needing the time to think and to call up the strength he needed to deal with them both.
Tony had been getting a little antsy with how long Gibbs was taking to collect Sandy, hoping the teen wasn't throwing another tantrum. He'd been right there when Sandy had taken a pop at Gibbs, too shocked to do or say anything. He was pretty sure her ability to sit was going to be as compromised as his was and he felt sorry for her. He wondered if he might not be able to persuade Gibbs to let Sandy off. When Gibbs returned, he opened his mouth to do just that, but the turning on of the radio was sort of the universal sign for 'I don't want to talk' so he fell silent. He glanced up into the rearview mirror and shot Sandy a sympathetic look. It was going to be weird being punished alongside Sandy but for a completely unrelated action. He'd sort of come to terms with finding trouble and paying for it with his 'little sister', but this was going to be a new one.
Sandy caught Tony's sympathetic look and remembered he'd been right there when she'd taken a swing at her Godfather. She winced and looked down at her lap ashamed, this was going to be so painfully awkward. Maybe Tony would go up to his room to at least give her the illusion of privacy, even though she knew there was no way he wasn't going to be able to hear everything.
Gibbs parked up outside his house and looked at both his passengers, "in, both of you," he ordered sharply.
Sandy looked over at Tony, confused at why her Godfather was using that tone with him as she scrambled out the back of the car.
Tony paused only just long enough for Sandy to catch up with him, "you're not the only one in trouble," he whispered to her.
"What did you do?" Sandy asked in a hushed voice as they headed into the unlocked house.
"Nearly got himself shot through sheer stupidity and arrogance," Gibbs answered for his Senior Field Agent, making the pair of them jump. He followed them into the living room and cleared his throat for them to turn around and look at him. "Look at me," he ordered.
Sandy snapped her head and eyes up to her Godfather, there was something in his tone that just commanded obedience.
Tony obeyed the order automatically; it was drilled into him at this point.
Gibbs took a second to call up the fury he'd felt when he caught Sandy's fist in his palm, "Sandy Jane, I cannot believe we are here talking about you losing your temper and throwing a punch. I thought I had made my point clear enough about fighting, but apparently, I didn't. I am taking into account that you were suffering under intense guilt you should not have been carrying, and you should count yourself very lucky that I am. Next time you feel guilty over something, you will come talk to me! I won't have you lashing out at others and treating them as you have been over your guilt. You owe Kate, McGee, and Palmer a sincere apology, and if I were you, I would include Abby and Ducky in your apologies for having to put up with your atrocious behavior," he scolded harshly.
Sandy winced at the lecture, but she couldn't deny it wasn't deserved.
Gibbs turned to DiNozzo, "you nearly died today. Do you understand that? Petty Officer White shot at you. You do not drop your weapon and walk up to someone holding a gun on you Anthony DiNozzo! And you especially don't taunt the one who has a gun on you, practically asking them to shoot you! You have been acting like an arrogant immature frat boy for far too long and today you utterly crossed the line. You too also owe Kate and McGee a sincere apology and just like with Sandy, I would also say you should apologize to Abby and Ducky as well," he lectured.
Tony found it incredibly hard to maintain eye contact as Gibbs read him the riot act.
"Both of you, find a corner," Gibbs barked.
There was no hesitation, Sandy almost flew to one of the empty corners and Tony wasn't that much slower. They stood there with their hands on their heads and their noses pressed into the corners.
Tony suddenly realized that if all of them, McGee, Kate, Abby, Sandy, and himself all got in trouble together, there would not be enough corners to stand in and wondered how Gibbs would handle that. He quickly decided he probably didn't want to know and figured it would never likely happen, McGee had only been spanked once and it was a severe enough spanking that McGee insisted he was never breaking a rule again.
Gibbs waited just long enough to make sure he was obeyed before he headed upstairs. He went straight into the bathroom and fetched the bath brush. The longer handle and extra weight behind it meant it was certainly a more severe implement than the hairbrush, but it was not so cumbersome that he couldn't use it over his lap. He wasn't sure how DiNozzo was going to react to having to go over his knee, but it was the only way he could think of to make sure DiNozzo knew this was personal. He carried the bath brush back downstairs and sat down on the couch, setting the bath brush next to him within easy reach. "Come here Sandy," he summoned.
There was a part of Sandy that did not want to leave the safety of the corner, but the bigger part of her really did feel awful for what she'd done and wanted to get it over with. She took a deep breath and dropped her hands as she walked over to her Godfather, cringing seeing the bath brush next to him. She'd felt the bath brush a couple times before, when she messed up in big ways, but not big enough for the belt, or just when her Godfather felt he needed to make an impression upon her. She stood by his side looking down at her feet miserably.
Gibbs observed his Goddaughter for a moment before he patted his lap, "bare your bottom and over you go," he ordered.
Sandy swallowed nervously and let her hands drop to the front of her jeans as she tried not to fumble too much as she undid them and pushed them down. She let her jeans fall to her ankles and closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before she quickly shoved her panties down to meet her jeans. As soon as they had she almost threw herself over her Godfather's lap, trying to preserve her modesty at least a little.
Gibbs automatically caught Sandy, adjusting her a little so her bottom was the highest point. He hoped things would soon settle down and they'd adjust and find a new normal now that she was his ward. He was going to have to work up to allowing her to be alone, the Director was being incredibly understanding allowing Sandy to stay on base during their cases, but she was no longer at risk, and she needed some freedom. He could deal with that later though; he banished those thoughts from his head and focused on the task in front of him. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on the upturned bottom over his knee, quickly followed by a second swat, then a third as he settled into giving his Godchild the spanking she'd earned.
Sandy yelped at the first swat, mostly out of surprise, but her Godfather did not give token spankings and already she felt a heat building up in her bottom.
Gibbs continued spanking, alternating cheeks as he swatted, working to turn Sandy's bottom a hot dusty pink before he picked up the bath brush. The hand spanking really was just a warmup for the main event. When her bottom was warm to the touch, he moved his focus to the under curve of her bottom, the aptly named sit spots, making sure to pay them good attention so she'd feel it every time she sat down.
Sandy soon found herself kicking and squirming, mewling, and gasping at the swats as her Godfather proceeded to thoroughly warm her backside. She let out a whine of distress when he started on her sit spots hating how much more the swats hurt there. She did not take her spanking silently, she knew there was no point, she was going to end up crying and sobbing her heart out no matter how stoically she tried to take her licks, so she didn't try and censor herself.
Gibbs steeled his heart against his Godchild's protests and continued peppering her sit spots with hard swats, once they were a slightly darker pink than her bottom he moved onto her thighs. Unfortunately for Sandy he was planning on paying a lot of attention to the tops of the backs of her thighs, as the bath brush was too heavy to use there.
Sandy let out a high-pitched squeal when her Godfather started on her thighs, drumming her legs hard, "aaiiiieee Uncle Leroy! Not there!" She pleaded. The relief from no longer having her sit spots targeted was completely undone by the fact it was now her tender and even more sensitive thighs that were enduring her Godfather's unrelenting hand.
Gibbs continued going slowly up and down the backs of Sandy's thighs, from just under her sit spots, to mid-thigh, until his hand was stinging fiercely, and her legs were a bright red and hot to the touch. He picked up the bath brush and rested its weight on her bottom, "I'm going to use the bath brush now, you can cry as much as you want, but do not fight me or curse, understood?"
Sandy nodded her head, "ye-yes Sir," she whimpered. She released one hand from her Godfather's trousers to swipe at the tears already rolling down her cheeks.
Gibbs took another deep breath before he lifted the heavy bath brush and proceeded to paddle his Goddaughters bottom with it.
Sandy yowled as the bath brush impacted her bottom. She drummed her legs hard and her fingers almost went white with her efforts to cling onto her Godfather's trousers and not reach back. She begged and pleaded, apologized, and promised all kinds of perfect behavior just so the spanking would stop as the bath brush ignited a raging inferno on her bottom and quickly had the tears running down her cheeks shifting into hard sobbing.
Each plea and promise to be good tore at Gibbs but he forced himself to keep going, knowing this needed to be a lesson that he never had to repeat. Sandy needed a strong incentive to help her remember to keep her fists to herself, no matter how she was feeling. He targeted her bottom and sit spots nearly equally, giving her sit spots just a little extra attention, knowing it would help the lesson to stick.
Sandy was soon sobbing too hard to beg, plead, or apologize, and finally she collapsed over her Godfather's lap, giving in and just sobbing her heart out.
As soon as he felt Sandy give in to the punishment, Gibbs landed four final blistering swats, one to the center of each cheek and one to each sit spot before he put the bath brush down. He started rubbing Sandy's back, giving her time to come to the realization that the spanking was over.
The final swats elicited a pain filled holler from Sandy as she sobbed hysterically, but slowly she related the lack of noise and her Godfather rubbing her back to the fact the spanking was over. She was about to thrust her arm out, to be picked up and cuddled, but before she could move, she was being scooped up, her panties returned to their proper position, and she was being pulled onto her Godfather's lap.
Gibbs knew the instant Sandy realized the spanking was over and quickly picked her up, he pulled her panties up but left her jeans where they were, knowing they would only hurt to be put back in place. He settled her on his lap and hugged her tightly to his chest, rocking them both and crooning comforting nothings into her ear, "it's okay, I'm here, I've got you Baby Girl. It's all over, you're forgiven, there's no more." He pressed gentle kisses to the top of her head and her temple as he spoke.
Sandy clung to her Godfather, sobbing her heart out into the crook of his neck. She soaked up the comfort that came from being in his arms, and the comforting words he was offering her.
Gibbs held Sandy longer than he perhaps normally would have, especially since he still had DiNozzo to deal with, but it had been an emotional time for his Goddaughter, and he wanted to make sure she really was okay. As it was, she was down to just hiccups and sniffles when he finally peeled her back to look at her. "If you ever throw a punch at anyone in anger again, that will feel like a love tap, understood?" He pressed sternly. He hated to be stern after a spanking, but he was not going to allow lashing out in anger to become a habit for his Godchild.
Sandy stiffened and nodded rapidly, "yes Sir, it won't happen again, I promise."
"Good," Gibbs acknowledged. He kissed her forehead and gave her another tight squeeze, "back to the corner with you now," he urged firmly. He helped her off his lap and to her feet, nodding towards the corner she'd vacated.
Sandy gave a small hiccup but nodded in acceptance, heading back to the corner, placing her hands on her head, and planting her nose against the joined walls.
This was the hard part now, Gibbs did not want to force Tony over his lap, but he couldn't be sure his Agent come surrogate son would accept this kind of punishment. It felt like they were very much at a crossroads here and this was a test, if Tony could accept it, it would change the dynamics of their relationship. This was not the kind of punishment a boss or team leader gave their subordinate; this was the kind of punishment a father would give his son. The furthest they'd ever gone in verbally acknowledging the unique relationship they held was referring to Sandy and Abby as girls who might as well be his sisters. He sighed, there was no point putting it off, the longer he stalled the longer it would take, "Tony come here."
Tony turned, expecting to find Gibbs stood by the back of the couch, the place he usually found himself receiving discipline from his Boss. He wasn't sure what implement Gibbs would be holding, most likely the strap, serious screw ups were almost always met with the strap, and he couldn't even deny to himself that he'd seriously screwed up. Instead, he was met with Gibbs sat on the couch the bath brush by his side. He stood facing out of the corner feeling extremely confused.
"Tony, here, now!" Gibbs barked firmly in his best pissed off Gunny voice.
Tony almost yelped as he started forward, his feet moving to obey before he'd consciously decided to do as he was told. He challenged anyone to listen to an order like that from Gibbs and be able to hesitate, even if they'd never heard of the military. He was still utterly confused though as he approached Gibbs and stood awkwardly at his side where he was directed.
Gibbs could see Tony was confused so decided to give his surrogate son a measure of explanation, "I want you to know, in no uncertain terms that this is personal. Bare your bottom, and lay yourself over my lap," he instructed.
Tony balked and looked at Gibbs like he'd grown an extra head, "Boss, you can't be serious?" He was a grown man for God's sake, he wasn't about to put himself over Gibbs' lap like some misbehaving kid.
"I am completely serious Tony. You could have died. If I had not shot Petty Officer White when I did, you would have a bullet hole in you right now. We are not discussing this. Bare your bottom and over you go," Gibbs stated firmly.
Tony's hands fell to the front of his pants as his face flushed. He couldn't believe he was going along with this; it was one thing to bend over the couch and accept a blistering, but to put himself over Gibbs' lap… it was humiliating. He pushed his slacks down, letting them drop to his ankles before he shoved his boxer briefs down to join them and before he could think about it any further, he let himself fall awkwardly over Gibbs' lap.
Gibbs was relieved in a way that Tony had accepted this, it might have taken a little persuasion, but Tony hadn't just point blank refused. Wanting to get this over with, probably almost as much as Tony did, he shifted Tony's position, so his bottom was the highest point, then raised his hand and started bringing it down hard.
Tony grunted at the first swat; the fact it was Gibbs' hand surprising him almost as much as having to put himself over his knee! He was sure he could take a little hand spanking without fuss, but for reasons he didn't understand as the heat built up in his backside, he felt tears prickling at his eyes. He got the point of going over Gibbs' lap then, this is what he imagined it felt like when a father disciplined his son. Privately he, Kate, Abby, and McGee had joked about Gibbs being their 'Dad' and he definitely looked up to the older man as a father figure, but he should have guessed Gibbs would somehow know about that. He had to agree with Gibbs, he certainly understood that this was personal, and though it was utterly humiliating, and more painful than he thought a hand spanking should be, there was a strange comfort in being held over the man's lap.
Spanking Tony over his lap was certainly different than spanking Sandy, Abby, and Kate was, but not so different that Gibbs didn't know what he was doing. There was also a strong sense of rightness to the act, and he knew he'd made the right decision. He spanked Tony a fair bit harder and warmed up his bottom, sit spots, and the tops of the backs of his thighs for a good deal longer than he had Sandy. Tony was an adult man; he could take a harder spanking than his fourteen-year-old Godchild could. Finally, though, when Tony was calling out at the swats and squirming about a fair deal with the tops of the backs of his thighs almost glowing red, he picked up the bath brush and rested it on Tony's bottom.
Tony was fighting back the tears with all he had, determined that a hand spanking would not reduce him to tears. He stiffened feeling the cold wood of the bath brush on his heated bottom. He'd felt Gibbs' paddle on his backside enough to know this was not going to be a pleasant experience.
"I'm going to use the bath brush now, you can cry all you want, but do not fight me or swear at me Tony. Do you understand?" Gibbs asked firmly.
Tony gave a jerky nod, but he knew Gibbs would demand a verbal response, so he unclamped his lips enough to give a quick, "yes Boss."
As soon as Tony gave the verbal confirmation that he understood, Gibbs brought the bath brush down, unsurprised by the half-strangled yell of pain it produced. He quickly brought down the next swat and settled into his usual pattern of alternating cheeks but matching spots.
Tony had known it was going to hurt, but he hadn't considered the added effect of being jack knifed over Gibbs' lap like a child. The bath brush quickly reduced him to tears and sobs didn't take long to follow as he hollered and howled.
Gibbs wasn't surprised at how quickly Tony caved under the bath brush. He was certain if Tony was bent over the back of the couch, he would have held up much longer, but the very personal and intimate position worked very effectively. He concentrated on giving Tony the thorough paddling with the bath brush that he'd earned, again he needed to make absolutely sure he never, ever needed to repeat this lesson. He could not have Tony risking his life on a case like that, their job was dangerous enough as it was, and being an idiot on base was one thing, but out in the field it couldn't be allowed to happen. He forced himself to keep going until Tony finally gave in and collapsed over his knee. As he had with Sandy, Gibbs finished the spanking with four of the hardest swats yet, one to the center of each cheek, and one to each sit spot.
Tony howled at the final swats, sobbing so hard he was having a bit of a hard time catching his breath.
Gibbs rubbed Tony's back, letting him sob it out, before he gently tugged his boxer briefs back into place. "If you ever do something so idiotic whilst out in the field again, that will feel like a love tap," he warned firmly. He then gave Tony's shoulder a squeeze, letting him know he could get up.
Tony gave himself a firm mental note never to act like such an idiot again before he let himself slide back off Gibbs' lap. He knelt on the floor and hoped Gibbs would do as he always did and give him a few minutes to get himself together.
Gibbs stood, giving Tony's shoulder another comforting squeeze, and went to collect Sandy, "why don't you go change out of those jeans while I get out the takeout menus Sans," he suggested.
Sandy let out a sigh of relief and kicked off her trainers and her jeans before she moved slightly stiffly up to her bedroom, pulling a skirt out. She didn't wear skirts often, but right now a skirt was preferable to any kind of trousers, even her softest sweats would chafe against her bottom. She nipped into Tony's room and got out his favorite sweats, hurrying back down and tossing them into the living room without looking before she joined her Godfather in the kitchen. "I want Chinese," she insisted.
Gibbs nodded in acceptance and put away all the menus but the Chinese ones, checking through them and handing over the two that did ice cream with a knowing smile.
Tony came in, dressed in the sweats Sandy had tossed in for him, "I could go for some shrimp," he grinned. "What ice cream do they have?"
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There you go, the next installment of Godfather Gibbs. I really hope you liked it. Review and let me know pretty please. I do take story requests for this AU, so if you have any ideas, let me know in a review or drop me a PM.
