Spanking stories

Getting problems

———— David Rossi, Emily Prentiss.

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I put my things away slowly. I have no reason to return home and today's case affected me more personally than other cases. I sit there, playing with a pencil. The office feels empty and lonely, but that doesn't bother me. I do not want to talk now. 

"Emily, what on earth are you doing here at this hour? It's late, the team already left." 

"I know, Rossi. I'll just... wait for the rush hour to pass." 

"It's 11:34 p.m., it seems like it's been a while." 

I shrug, sinking into place. I'm a little discouraged. 

"Well, you can't stay here with that attitude. Let's go to my office." 

"Oh, Rossi, please." I don't even look at him.

"You're getting into trouble, Emily. Get your butt off the chair and walk to my office, right now." His voice sounds much more authoritative now. "Do you need me to take you there by my own methods, young lady? You won't like it." 

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." 

I get up and walk up the stairs to his office. I hear him sigh behind me, following me until we get in there. He closes the door. 

"Sit down." Rossi orders me, so I obey him. 

The situation itself is uncomfortable. But, if we add the tense atmosphere, Rossi being angry, and the fact that I'm in his office, everything gets worse. Anyways, I'd rather be scolded by him than be scolded by Hotch. 

"I should go home now..." 

"I'll take you there later, it won't take more than 1 hour." 

"Will it take? Rossi, it won't take me that long to collect my things and-" 

"What I mean is, I'm going to toast your ass with a hard spanking, Emily." 

I look at him in surprise for a few seconds. Then I make a face of disbelief and lower my gaze. The minutes go by and I see it becoming more and more likely on Rossi's part. 

"Sir... are you serious?" 

"Oh, of course, I'm serious. How do you think my parents raised me?" 

I shrug again, not looking at him. 

"I guess I've never thought about that, sir." 

"Well, you'll no doubt think about it while you're being punished. Get up, come on. We've got to get this over with."

"I don't even understand why you're punishing me..." 

"Well, I'll tell you why: you're neglecting your sleep schedule, you lied to me, and you don't think about how worried I am about you. Imagine if Jennifer or Spencer saw you here at this hour. What would they think? They'd be worried about you, Emily." Rossi scolds me. "You can't act like that without consequences."

Damn. Another reason I don't scold anyone: I don't know what to say to disarm someone in the simple way Rossi does. 

"I'm sorry." 

"You're going to say that a lot, believe me. Over-apologizing will be common whenever you're in my lap." 

He gets up, ignoring my expression of disgust and nerves, and walks towards the couch. He pats his right thigh with authority.