Tim froze for a moment, as these were the exact words his father was using to send him to his room and wait for his punishment, but he recovered quickly and went upstairs to the guest room. He changed into his gym trousers and a NCIS t-shirt that he always keeps in his night bag. He sat at the edge of the bed and stared at the wall in front of him. He was really nervous for the upcoming punishment but also very disappointed of himself and confused by his own feelings for Gibbs. Before he could go any deeper in his thoughts he heard a soft knock on the door and saw Gibbs entering the room.

"Are you ready?" Gibbs asked gently.

Tim could only nod, not trusting his voice.

"Ok, let's get it over with."

"Where do you want me?"Tim managed to ask, his voice shaking.

"Why don't you lie on the bed?"Gibbs said, more like a suggestion than an order.

Tim nodded, and started lowering his pants, anticipating the order.

"You can leave your pants up Tim."Gibbs said to his amazement.

Gibbs waited to Tim to get into position before he reached for his buckle and removed his belt. He folded his belt in half securing the buckle in his fist. He raised the belt and brought it hard on Tim's butt.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

The belt was brought down three times in quick session. Tim gasped for air and the first tears were formed in his eyes.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

The next three swats were delivered in the very sensitive spot where the butt meets the tights. Tim left a small yell of pain.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

The next swats made Tim cry openly, no longer able to protest or yell. He was too focused on breathing between his sobs. When Gibbs saw that Tim was sobbing, he immediately stopped the spanking. He put his belt back on and sat on the edge of the bed, using one hand to rub small cycles on Tim's back while reassuring him that the punishment was over and that he was forgiven.

Tim was usually recovering quickly after a spanking, not willing to let his boss see him crying like a baby, but this time he was too overwhelmed by his emotions to be able to control himself. He felt Gibbs hand on his back and heard the reassuring words he was offering but he wasn't ready to move on yet. He wanted to cry out all the guilt he was feeling.

Gibbs could see that Tim was still crying and he was sure that he was reacting more to his emotions than to the pain the spanking had caused. He was trying to comfort the young man to make him stop but he could understand that Tim was barely hearing him. He started getting worried. He had to bring Tim to the present and to make him understand that he was punished and forgiven.

"Tim??"He tried to talk to him, but had no answer. Gibbs was in a lot of stress. He hated it when his people were in pain, especially when he was the cause of it.

"Tim, why don't you try to calm down??" Gibbs tried again. There had passed almost ten minutes and Tim was still crying as intensively as he was during the spanking.

Tim could hear Gibbs talking to him but he couldn't speak. He couldn't stop the tears. He was trying to let go of the guilt he was feeling all day long.

"Tim, are you all right? Talk to me." Gibbs tried again, a little more sternly than before. But Tim was still crying, his face towards the wall. He was getting more worried as the time passed. He had to find a way to make Tim at least look at him. Even though he didn't like it, he thought that Tim would never disobey his order not even under these circumstances. So he tried the last thing he could think of.

"Timothy, look at me now." He said as sternly as he could. The worry about his boy growing every second.

That did the trick. Tim might not have stopped crying but he managed to turn his head and face Gibbs. It was not easy, but it was an order and he had no intention to disobey. When he faced Gibbs and saw the concern on his face, new tears came to his eyes.

Gibbs took a deep breath of relief painfully aware that Tim didn't dare to ignore his order, even under all this emotional pressure. Gibbs started to wonder that maybe he was too harsh on Tim. He knew that he was pressing him a lot in his effort to make him explore his potentials; but the amount of guilt the boy was feeling about a mistake as well as the way he respond to his order, made him wonder if he had been too demanding.

"Are you ok??"Gibbs asked more gently now.

Tim couldn't talk, but nodded in an effort to reassure him that he was fine and take the worry away from his eyes.

"Was I too hard on you?" Gibbs asked, hoping that this wasn't the reason why his agent was in such stress.

"No." Tim whispered, with his sobs under some control.

Gibbs breathed with relief at the negative answer as well as the sound of his voice.

"Am I pressing you too much? That's why you are reacting like that?" Gibbs asked afraid that his fears might come true.

"No, Gibbs........... It's not you....... I was..... just stupid." McGee managed to say between his sobs.

"It's ok. It's over. You are forgiven." He said, without removing his hand from Tim's back.

Tim nodded. "Thank you." He whispered and moved himself to sit on the bed near his boss.

Gibbs didn't know how to respond, but let his parenting instinct to guide him. He opened his arms and took the young man into a hug.

"It's ok. Everything is fine. I have got you." He told him again.

"I know. Thank you." Tim said after a long time, when he finally managed to breathe normally.

"Are you ready to move on now?" Gibbs asked to make sure Tim was all right.

"Yes, I am." Tim said with some confidence still sobbing a little bit.

"Ok, pizza or Chinese?"Gibbs asked.

"I really don't mind but I would appreciate a beer with it." McGee said realizing now in how much need he was for a drink to help him regain his composure.

"You had your chance to break the rule. I don't know if I am gonna let you break it again." Gibbs said with a smile on his face. His boy was ready to move on. And he was revealed that the incident was put behind them.

"Come on, Gibbs." McGee said pouting.

"Well, when you have this face on, you don't even look at legal age to drink."Gibbs said and the two men went downstairs laughing.

McGee was ordering his boss' favorite Chinese food, while Gibbs was opening two bottles of beer. They were ready to move on.