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Hugging Bert
Author: Sarah B. Leonard
Fandom: NCIS
Pairings: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: R for spanking, and a four letter word or so
Warnings: Adult spanking
Keywords: Hurt/comfort
Word count: a mere 963
Author's Notes: I was at a pizza place, waiting for my lunch order, when a tall young man walked in, wearing a leather jacket. It was just like Tim McGee's leather jacket. He walked up to the counter and stated that he had an order to pick up for David. He said "Day-vid" but then, only our intrepid crew would know how to pronounce "Dah-veed", correct? And the pizza guy would think it strange, yes? He got and paid for a stack of pizzas so obviously the team (especially Tony) was hungry. So I immediately started writing this little ficlet in my head. It was Tuesday, aka NCIS day, and I knew Abby was going to be tripping to Los Angeles and this is what happened.
And I was cheering up a friend. Hope you like it...
Hugging Bert
by Sarah B. Leonard
Tony typed away at his report, pretending to ignore both Gibbs and Ziva as they walked together back into the bullpen. Ziva had a serious expression on her face, the opposite of the cheerful grin on the silver haired man’s face. He was apparently amused by whatever had just happened while she seemed to take it much more seriously. Tony thought the grin looked wrong. Just wrong. He typed faster, which was still rather slow when compared to Probie over at the other desk. His fingers were keying at close to light speed. Tony wondered why they didn’t just burst into flames. Or maybe melt into one big lump of unidentifiable flesh.
“With me, DiNozzo. Abby’s lab.”
“On your six, Boss.”
He wondered why they were going down to the lab. Wasn’t Abby on her way to Los Angeles? What did Gibbs expect to find in her lab? All that was there was probably Bert. Fat and fabulous farting Bert, the stuffed hippo that Abby adored and Tony had once used as a pillow on the floor.
Gibbs gestured for Tony to precede him into the lab and then reached around and closed then locked the door behind him. Tony cocked his head at him, wondering why the locked door.
“We’re not meeting in your “private office”, Boss?”
“No. This will be a little longer session, DiNozzo. Don’t want to tie up the elevator.”
“Long … longer session?”
Was he in trouble? He checked back through his recent memories. He really hadn’t been acting up much, at least not more than was usual.
“The Director called me in to his office earlier this morning. It seems there have been complaints about you and Ziva.”
“Me and Ziva boss? No way. I know Rule Number 12 and I take it to heart!” His voice capitalized the words.
“This isn’t about rule number twelve, DiNozzo.”
“About her citizenship? I’ve only been joking there, Boss. You know – gotta keep everyone on their toes.”
“Not that, DiNozzo.”
“Then what, Boss?” Tony grinned his most charming ‘melt anyone who looks at him I really don’t have a brain you’d think but just wait’ smile.
“The bathrooms here aren’t uni-sex, DiNozzo.”
“The ba… oh.” He opened his mouth to protest that Ziva had done it first when Gibbs beat him to the punch.
“Two wrongs don’t make a right. You didn’t need to copy her bad example, Tony.”
Tony sighed. “I know. I just wanted to get her back for always walking in on me and…”
“If you’re going to act like a kid, you get treated like a kid.”
Gibbs shrugged off his jacket and placed it carefully over one of Abby’s pristine tables.
“Drop ‘em, DiNozzo.”
“Drop ‘em what drop ‘em Boss?”
“Your drawers. Drop ‘em.” Gibbs gestured towards Tony’s slacks.
“You don’t mean that, Boss! That’s crazy!”
Gibbs raised an eyebrow in what Tony was just about to tell him was a perfect imitation of classic Spock when he realized Gibbs was now briskly rubbing his hands together.
“Drop them, now, DiNozzo and bend over. Don’t make me say it again.”
Tony undid his belt buckle, gasping in horror, but unable to refuse. He was trained to follow orders from that voice. His slacks slid down to his knees.
Gibbs reached over and grabbed Bert and stuck him in DiNozzo’s arms. The hippo did his thing – he farted.
“Bend over the table and I don’t want to hear anything from the hippo.”
Gibbs placed a firm hand on Tony’s shoulder and guided him into the appropriate position. Then he grabbed Tony’s boxers and pulled them down to join his pants, baring Tony’s ass. He rested his left hand on his errant agent’s back and took careful aim. He swung.
“Boss!” Tony gasped in shock. “That hurt!”
“Quiet! No noise.” He began to methodically smack DiNozzo’s naked ass with his open hand. Gibbs hit hard and soon the hippo farted as Tony squeezed it as he reacted to the swats.
“That’s two more on the end, DiNozzo. No more noise.”
“End … of… what uh…. Ow!”
“The even dozen I was starting with.” Smack came another hit. The swats really stung! Gibbs was using a full arm swing and making Tony jump with each handprint that he left on his naked ass. “And that’s two more for talking.”
Tony braced himself in his undignified position, hugging the flatulent hippo between his body and the table, trying not to jerk as he was punished. Bert let loose another one as a particularly evil swat hit the same place as the previous swat.
“Two more.”
Tony bit his lip, trying to keep from crying out or complaining. Even though he was in this undignified position and his ass was on fire, he couldn’t help wondering about Gibbs treating him this way.
“Thwap!”
He held on tight and managed to get through the rest with no more noise from either him or the hippo.
“Ok, DiNozzo. You took that well.”
Gibbs grabbed his shoulder and helped him back up. He took Bert from his agent’s hands and set him gently on the table where Tony had been. “Now stay out of the Ladies Room.”
“Yes, Boss.” He pulled his pants up and zipped up slowly, very aware of the feeling of cloth on his reddened and warmed flesh.
“Boss?”
“Yeah, DiNozzo?”
“You didn’t … I mean … you were with Ziva before me … “
“Did I spank her? Hell, no, Tony. Just gave her a piece of my mind.”
A reddened and warmed palm momentarily caressed Tony’s face.
“Besides, I had no desire to see her naked ass.”
Gibbs turned and walked out, leaving Tony silent and in shock.
Bert was silent too.
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I agree on the fact that Gibb's last line is great.
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Glad I could start your day off RIGHT!
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I added about 30 or so words. Did you notice?
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(licks finger and adds you to the list.)
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So sorry!!! (not)
Glad I made you giggle.
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