Tony's hope for a reprieve while Gibbs changed out of his costume was dashed when the older man stepped into the conference room, still wearing the oversized velveteen jumpsuit and carrying the manically-grinning head under one arm as if it were a military cover.

Gibbs deposited it on the table before pulling out a chair and sitting down. Tony watched him warily, hoping that Gibbs just intended to have a little chat with him.

To his dismay, Gibbs merely glared at him and waved his hand in a beckoning gesture.

'You're not serious!'

'Get over here, Tony.'

'But...'

'NOW, Tony!'

'Over your knee? Like a kid?'

'Considering how you acted at that damn party, Tony, I'd say it's pretty appropriate. Now come on.'

With an exaggerated, melodramatic sigh, Tony walked reluctantly towards his lover and moved to drape himself over his lap.

'Lose the jeans.'

Tony turned towards him with a pleading look in his eyes. He was under no illusions that this was going to be a punishment spanking, not a pleasurable one. And when Gibbs spanked for real, it hurt enough over his clothing. He definitely didn't want one of Gibbs's bare-skinned spankings.

Gibbs just glared at him some more. Tony reluctantly undid his jeans and let them fall to his knees, smothering a whimper.

'And the shorts.'

This time Tony really did whimper, sliding his silk boxers down over his hips and manoeuvring awkwardly into position.

Gibbs muscled thighs felt solid and familiar underneath him, but the soft tickle of the Frosty suit was unlike anything he'd experienced before. And even though it was a punishment spanking, he found himself shifting against the furry fabric, enjoying the way it felt against his sensitive skin. A moment later, the same fluffy softness ghosted over his upturned ass, and he realised that Gibbs was caressing him gently with a massive, Frosty-gloved hand.

'Come, and you'll regret it,' Gibbs whispered in his ear.

Tony whimpered again.

A second later he felt the sharp sting of his lover's palm landing hard against his sensitized skin, followed by another furry touch. Another hard swat. Another caress.

Tony realised that Gibbs had removed one of the oversized mittens and was using his bare hand to spank him, the hard swats quickly warming his ass and turning it into a blaze of pain. But each stinging slap of flesh against flesh was interspersed with a gentle touch with a still-gloved hand, the soft fabric teasing and exciting him, and making his already-tender ass even more sensitive for the next spank. He groaned, grinding against Gibbs's lap, not caring that his lover would know what he was doing.

'I told you, Tony... you'll regret it if you come from this.'

Tony let out a little mewl of frustration and bit down hard on his lip, trying to rein in his arousal.

The next furry caress was slower and longer, as if Gibbs was deliberately tormenting him. Which, of course, Tony realised, was exactly what his lover was doing. He groaned again, more loudly this time.

When he felt a fat, furry finger tracing a slow trail between his cheeks, he almost lost it, squirming desperately, needing release.

A final pair of hard slaps landed agonisingly on his tortured flesh, and, finally, it was over. Tony panted, trying to regain control.

'Well done, Tony. I'm proud of you.'

It was another long moment before Tony had caught his breath enough to stagger to his feet, glaring teary-eyed as his tormenter.

'Get started on the interview with Gregorvich. I'll be there as soon as I get out of this thing,' Gibbs ordered, striding towards the door, Frosty's head once more tucked under his arm.

Tony stared after him, incredulous that his lover would move on so efficiently, without even a kiss. He was so busy pouting that he almost missed Gibbs's last words before the door swung shut.

'What do you say we ask the Director about keeping this thing?'