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Aaron looked at Dave pleadingly while chaos raged around them. Spencer was inching toward the coffee pot again, Penelope had somehow found glitter pens, Derek was scribbling angrily on a piece of paper. Hotch had both hands busy already, one holding on to the back of Emily's shirt, who was trying to climb the windowsill, the other was holding a crying JJ to his hip. "Come on Dave, you can't abandon me now!"
"Sorry Aaron, five littles is too much stress for me, bad for the heart you know. But I will do your report for you!" With that he jogged out the door, leaving Aaron to deal with five dropped agents all on his own. Aaron sighed, this was not supposed to happen.
Every BAU little had been fitted years ago with a modified Avery, a watch that had the technology to temporarily change the physical form of a person to their preferred little age. The difference was, the FBI had fitted each watch with the ability to track a person’s vital signs, detect their stress levels, and automatically activate when it was safe to do so. However, they were *supposed* to be designed to communicate with each other and only drop one or two members of a team at a time. That had clearly not happened today.
He bounced JJ gently on his hip as he looked over at Emily. "Emily, sweetheart, you can't climb up there honey, it's not safe." He sighed as the little girl continued to struggle. "Hey, Emily, look at me please.” He wrangled her down by her belt loop and turned her around, smiling when she reluctantly looked up at him. “Good girl." He looked into her wide brown eyes. "Now if I let you climb on the table instead, can I trust you not to get down without my help? You can color or play with your trucks up there."
Emily smiled brightly, nodding her head. "Promise promise!! I wanna play trucks!!" Hotch smiled back fondly. "Ok baby, up you go and I'll find your trucks." He watched his little acrobat as she scrambled up before turning his attention to JJ.
"What's wrong my little j bird?" He tucked some hair behind her ear, wiping away tears with his thumb. His heart nearly broke as she turned her sad blue eyes to him. "Derek yell at me." Her little lip quivered pitifully and he sighed. "Ok sweety, we'll go find Derek and sort it out ok? Just one second."
He straightened up and turned toward his errant genius, who was eyeing the coffee again. "Hey mr-not-so-sneaky? I would suggest you go find something to play with, because if I see any coffee in your mouth OR hand, MY hand's gonna have a little chat with your bottom." He raised an eyebrow and was pleased when the boy slunk away from the breakroom.
His other genius was currently spreading glitter in a piece of paper, and the desk it was on. Alright, headache for another time.
He carried JJ off to the corner where Morgan had set up his papers. He knelt down and held JJ next to him
"Hey buddy. We need to talk ok?" Morgan just frowned, jabbing at his paper. "Don't wanna."
"Hmmm, why not?" The boy turned away slightly, poking out his bottom lip. "Bad." He mumbled, curling into himself.
Hotch frowned, gently turning Derek's face back toward him. "You're not bad sweety. Do you feel bad because you yelled at JJ?" The boy nodded, dropping his pen.
"What made you want to yell little g-man?" He asked. Derek bit his lip, shrugging unhappily. "Come on buddy, it must be something." Hotch spoke gently, rubbing his back.
"JJ ruin my picture." He said softly, tears welling up. "Nu uh!" Piped up the little blonde. "Made it better! Added glitter!" At this Morgan burst into full on tears. "Superheroes don't have glitterrrr!"
Hotch sighed, pulling Morgan into a hug. "Ok buddy, just breathe. In and out, that's a good boy." When Morgan had calmed, he gathered both littles into his arms.
"Ok, so let me see if I understand. JJ, you wanted to make Derek's picture prettier by adding glitter. And Derek, you got real mad about that and used your angry voice?" He asked, looking between them.
Both littles nodded unhappily.
"Alright. Now J-Bird, you know you're supposed to ask before you touch other people's things right?" She nodded, looking down at the floor. "And Derek
knows he's supposed to use his nice words to communicate right?" Derek pouted, nodding the tiniest nod.
"Ok, come on." He stood both up, standing himself and turned them both to one side. "This is just a little reminder of the rules." He gave them both a handul of firm swats, eliciting yelps and renewed sniffles.
After that, they were both much more interested in clinging to each other than to him, so he left them to their coloring while he went to check on the others.
Penny was still happily playing with her glitter at the table. The table Emily was supposed to absolutely not get down from on her own. The table now lacking any little girl on top.
“Emily Prentiss, where are you hiding little girl?!” He called into the room in general. The rest of the kids froze, looking up at him momentarily, which allowed him to hear the soft squeak coming from behind the curtains. “If I have to come get you, young lady, your bare bottom is going over my lap.” He warned in the general direction of the sound.
There was another squeak and the raven haired little appeared from behind them, her face set in a pout. He fought not to smile and instead set his own face in a stern line as he sat in the nearest chair. He crooked his finger at her and pointed to the floor in front of him.
Her side eye as she shuffled over was both adorable and hilarious. When she got closer, but not near enough for him to reach, she stopped. Digging the toe of her sneakers into the floor, she wiggled in place. “You said….said I'd only get a spankin if I kept hiding!” She said, pouting a little harder.
He raised one eyebrow, leaning over to bridge the gap between them and pulling the girl between his legs. “I said.” He put a large hand on her bottom, making her squirm nervously. “That I wouldn't bare your naughty little bottom. You're still getting a spanking for breaking your word young lady. Right on your panties.” He said, while unbuttoning her jeans. He received somewhere between a whine and a squawk in reply but he ignored it, tugging them down to reveal her pink panties and easily up-ending her over his lap.
He rubbed a hand over the squirming bottom for a moment before lifting it, bringing it down with a crisp swat.
“Owww!” Emily protested. “Not any better on panties!” She whined while kicking against the binding of her jeans. Aaron just smiled and shook his head, continuing to pepper her panties with quick, sharp smacks. “Really? I guess I'll just take them down then.” He moved as if to do so. “No!” She cried, reaching back to grab his hand. “No, is better!”
He chuckled softly as he went back to spanking her quickly warming seat. “But is no faiiiiir! You broke your promise first!” She cried out, sniffling a bit. Aaron paused, mid swing, frowning in thought. “I did?” He asked, and got a frantic nod. “How so sweetie?”
She sniffled again, rubbing her eyes. “Said you'd get my trucks! Didn't have nothin to play with and you just left me.” He could here the pout in her voice and he sighed, carefully lifting her up to curl in his lap. He was relieved when she immediately snuggled in for comfort. “You're right, sweet girl. I was dealing with JJ and Morgan and I forgot about your trucks. I'm sorry.” He looked down into her big eyes, running the back of his fingers over her cheek. Her lip wobbled uncertainly. “You are?” She asked, voice trembling
Aaron nodded. “I am. I did break my word. I didn't do it on purpose, but I did, and so I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?” He spoke gently, leaning in to touch his forehead to hers. He couldn't help but melt as one little hand reached up to cup his cheek and her head bobbed, a serious look on her little face. “I forgives you, but you can't spank me no more.” She proclaimed.
He chuckled, inspecting her face for a moment. “Alright. If something like that ever happens again, what can you do differently, little one?” He asked. She screwed up her face in thought for a moment. “Yell to you?” She asked sincerely and he smiled. “I would prefer you just call out, but yes, yelling for me is better than doing something dangerous. So, if you can promise me, cross your heart, that you won't do anything like this again. I guess I can let you off with some corner time instead of more spanking.”
He watched her carefully as he spoke and her brow furrowed. “But I don't wannnnnt corner time.” She whined. Aaron raised his eyebrow again and placed a hand on her panties. “It's that or back over my lap, little one.” He said firmly.
Emily let out a soft whine, squirming in frustration and shaking her head. “No more spanks!” She declared, kicking one foot. He gave a mild swat and she jumped. “Pick one Emily Elizabeth, before I pick both.”
Her eyes widened again and she bit her lip. “N-no both, corner.” She mumbled, hiding in his chest. He smiled, hugging her to him for a minute before kissing her hair. “Good girl. Come on then.” He carried her, panties out and all, to the nearest empty corner and deposited her carefully in it. She gave a soft huff of protest, but stuck her nose in it. “Don't you move until I come get you, little girl. You understand me?” He crouched down at her side to speak and received a timid nod. “Good girl.” He let her squirm an entire five minutes (a whole eternity to a little girl!) before letting her out, righting her clothes, and putting her back on the table, this time with toy trucks in hand.
Time to make the rounds again, he thought. Walking around the office, he found Penny had joined JJ and Morgan in a game of make believe and they were content, for now. But, the little boy genius was suspiciously absent. Hotch sighed, heading to the one place he hoped he wasn't, the breakroom. There he was, standing on a chair with a coffee cup in one hand and the full pot of hot coffee in the other.
Hotch's mind raced. The pot was already wobbling dangerously in Spencer's hand, threatening to spill its scalding contents all over his hand. If he called out and scared him, he could drop the whole thing. Instead he used his well trained, fbi reflexes. Quickly and quietly, he came up behind him, taking his elbow in one hand and grabbing the pot in the other, placing it back in the machine before Spencer even knew what was happening.
Wide eyes turned up to look at Hotch, yipping in surprise. He set his face in a stern glare, picking Reid up under his arms and sitting in the now empty chair. “That was very naughty young man, and very dangerous!” He wasted no time taking the boy's hips, pulling him in, and unbuttoning his pants. “What did I say would happen if you snuck coffee? Hmm?” He asked, raising a sharp eyebrow.
Spencer pouted spectacularly, giving his best kicked puppy impression. “Don't want a spankin’ Hotch!” He huffed, scuffing one shoe on the carpet. Hotch rolled his eyes, tugging him over his lap before sliding his bottoms down to his knees. “I'm sure you don't, but you've earned one, little boy.” He raised his hand and brought it down with a sharp smack. The yelp that proceeded was a bit dramatic, but Aaron persisted, rapidly warming the pale cheeks to a soft rosy hue before he spoke again.
“How many times today did I tell you that coffee was off limits Spencer Reid?” He asked while clapping his hand down methodically. “Th-three tiiiiimes.” Spencer stuttered between squeals. “That's right. Not only did you ignore me AND go behind my back to get some. You did it in a way you knew was dangerous.”
He lifted his knee, moving his hand down to warm the boy's sit spots for emphasis. “What happens when you put yourself in danger young man?” He asked. “Ge-get spankin’!” Spencer cried, kicking frantically as a burn ignited on the sensitive skin. “Correct, and what happens to disobedient boys who don't listen?” Aaron scolded, moving down further to smack his thighs. “Owwwww they get spaaaaanked!” Spencer cried, finally bursting into tears.
Aaron smiled fondly at the back of Spencer's head, continuing to warm his bottom all over. “That's right. So I guess this little boy wanted an extra big spanking today, hmmm?”
Spencer wailed in despair at that question, and Aaron had to fight not to chuckle. He was in truth almost done spanking the already dark pink bottom, but the threat was certainly effective. “No-ooo I didn't m’sorrryyyy.” He sobbed.
Aaron just hummed and continued to spank in silence for a while. As soon as he felt Spencer's full weight droop across his knees he stopped. Resting one hand on the small, bright red bottom, he rubbed his back with the other.
When his loud wailing had reduced to quieter tears he finally lifted the little boy into his lap. He tucked his brown mopped head under his chin and gently fixed his underwear (to renewed cries) before rubbing hot cheeks tenderly.
When he finally got Spencer calmed down and tucked in for a nap in the on-call room, he made a beeline for the bullpen. He already knew he’d been away too long, he expected to walk in to more chaos. Instead Morgan was sitting quietly, still drawing and Emily was driving her trucks around the table contentedly. But two blonde heads were missing. “Morgan, where are your cousins?” He asked the boy, who simply pointed up to Hotch’s office. He frowned and quickly made his way up the stairs, opening his office door. What he found was Penny, kneeling on his office chair and doing something on his computer while JJ watched from her right elbow.
Aaron cleared his throat and two very guilty pairs of eyes jumped up to meet his. Before they could say anything, he strode over to look at the screen. “Girls. What in the world are you doing looking at my personnel profile?” He squinted and looked closer. Oh, two little girls were going to have two sore little bottoms. The profile now showed “Grumpy Eyebrows” instead of Aaron Hotchner and several other portions had been changed. “Penelope Garcia. I’m assuming hacking into this was your doing young lady?” He turned her chair slightly, looking into her eyes with eyebrows in full force. The little blonde head bobbed hesitantly. “But it was my idea!” JJ broke in, standing up tall and trying to look brave, her jaw jutted out defiantly in a way that almost made Aaron laugh. Instead he sighed and nodded. “Well alright. I guess you both wanted sore bottoms today.” He took JJ by the hand, leading her to the nearest corner. “You can wait here in the corner little girl, while I take care of your sissy.” He waited a moment to ensure she would obey. When she only wiggled unhappily and whined, but made no attempt to leave the corner, he went to the couch and looked at Penelope. “Come here Penny.” He pointed to the spot right between his knees.
Highly intelligent, usually sassy and often mischievous but rarely disobedient, the brightly dressed girl slowly made her way over to him. She chewed her lip as she took the last two steps that lead her within his reach and he took her hand, gently leading her right between his legs. “Now little girl. What is the rule about using computers when you are dropped?” He asked, his voice soft but stern. She squirmed in place a little. “Um. Not ‘posed to unless got a grown up with me?” She asked, squirming a hole right into the carpet. “But-but….We was just playin!”
She batted her blonde lashes and Hotch bit his cheek to stop himself smiling. “Uh-huh, playing.” He said skeptically. “By hacking in to my computer.” He didn't wait for a response, instead guiding her over his lap, lifting her skirt and tugging her panties to her knees. Her squeals and kicks did nothing to dissuade him as he brought his hand down with a sharp flick, and then another. Her pale, round little bottom quickly pinkened and she didn’t hold back her protests at all, kicking and flailing in his firm hold.
Just as her cries began to grow, a tiny missile broke its way through Hotch’s locked door. There stood Morgan, his tiny fists balled and his eyebrows furrowed in a deep scowl. “NO SPANK MY PENNY!” He cried, throwing himself toward Hotch, who paused his spanking to catch him by the scruff of the neck. “Young man! First of all we do *not* break through locked doors. Second, your Penny is also my Penny, and she earned herself a hot sore bottom by hacking into my computer. She knows she broke a rule and she knew the consequences.”
None of this seemed to calm the boy down, he was now kicking his feet as Hotch held him comically by the shirt, like a cartoon. Aaron sighed. “Little boy, you have two choices. You can calm down right now and wait outside, or you can replace Penny over my knee. Which will it be?” He spoke firmly, looking Derek in the eye as best he could with all his squirming. The angry boy huffed, stomping both feet and starting to swing his balled up fists. Hotch just rolled his eyes, helping Penny to stand. “Sorry sweet girl, I need to take care of your brother. Can you be a good girl and stand next to JJ for a minute?” She was already red eyed and sniffling, but she obediently held on to her panties and shuffled to the corner.
Aaron then wrangled the wriggling boy over his knee, not bothering to try and take down his pants for now, he spanked over his clothes with firm, fast smacks. He decided scolding would do little good at this point, so he just spanked silently and held the little boy in place, letting him wriggle out all his anger. He kept one eye on the girls (especially JJ) as he spanked, watching for telltale signs that either one was losing her nerve and about to bolt. Just as he had decided Morgan was calm enough to bare him, he saw JJ drifting every so slowly away from the corner. “Jennifer. If your nose leaves that corner your trouble is only going to grow. Be a good girl for me please.” He kept his voice casual but firm as he talked, continuing to swat all the while. JJ let out an adorable little whine, but stuck her nose firmly back in place.
Morgan was starting to sniffle by this point, so Aaron reached under to unfasten his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down in one fell swoop. “Now young man. Why is your bottom being spanked?” He asked, cracking his hand down on the already warm, brown cheeks. Derek let out a little squeal and kicked his legs uselessly behind him. “Cause broke innnn?” He asked. “Mmmhmm. And what did you do after that?” Hotch asked, steadily deepening the dark brown color. “Owww, threw a fit!” He cried out, wriggling desperately. “Yes you did, did you stop when I asked you to?” Aaron moved his hand down to warm his sit spots, causing deep, mournful sobs. “Nooooo! I sorry!!” He wailed, finally giving up the fight.
Aaron stopped and nodded, rubbing the hot cheeks for a moment. “Good boy.” He gently righted his bottoms and helped him up. “Switch places with Penny please, and apologize to JJ for prolonging her corner time.” He patted the boy's bottom to send him off and Morgan scurried to the corner, that Penny was reluctantly vacating. “Sowwy JJ for makin you wait.” He muttered shyly as he slid in beside her. She just nodded silently. Penny was staring at him sadly from across the room, so he smiled encouragingly and crooked his finger. “Come on little girl, almost done. Be a good girl so we can finish up, hmmm?” He sat down, watching her inner struggle flicker across her face. She must have decided that running was the bigger gamble, because she glumly made her way to him. “Very good choice sweety. I’m proud of you. Now let's warm this bottom up just a little more.” He cooed quietly, smiling as his words made her nearly squirm a hole in the floor. He guided her across his lap and flipped her skirt over her back again. Her cheeks had lost just a touch of the color he had put in them, but they still glowed a warm pink. He quickly set about heating them back to a nice hot red. “Now, are we going to be hacking into any more computers while we’re little?” He asked pointedly. Penny immediately began to cry again, pink bottom wiggling side to side. “No! Won’t! Promise!” She squealed each word. “That’s good.” He moved to warm her sit spots and her hips bucked over his thigh. “Because if it happens again I will have to take my brush to your little bottom.” He warned firmly, eliciting a forlorn wail. He continued to spank, just long enough to feel the fight leave the tiny girl, her cries sorrowful.
He then righted her panties gently and scooped her up, curling her in his lap on her hip and cuddling until her tears slowed to hiccups and sniffles. As soon as he had deposited her in the opposite corner as his two other miscreants, he stuck his head out of his, now slightly broken door to look out at Emily. “You doing ok out here sweet girl?” He called to her, smiling when she broke away from her play to nod. “Good girl. Has Spencer come out from his nap yet?” He looked around, but she shook her head, peeking at him with big eyes. “Was they all really naughty?” She asked, awe in her voice. He chuckled and nodded. “I’m afraid they all were, naughty enough to get a bigger spanking than you.” He gave her a wink and she blushed, nodding shyly and turning back to her trucks. He sighed, taking a deep breath and stealing himself for (hopefully) one last spanking.
He walked to the corner and just scooped JJ up, carrying her to the couch and sitting down, standing her between his knees. “Now my little songbird, can you tell me what you did that was naughty?” He asked softly, holding her by the hips. She was already sniffling and she scuffed her toe on the floor, looking down. “I told Penny we should break into your puter.” She muttered, swaying with her hands held behind her. “That was a very naughty thing to do, and very very naughty to get someone else to do. Wasn’t it, little girl?” He said sternly, moving down to untie the strings of her pants. “Yeah, but I sorry already!” She whined, trying to pull away. He gave her a sharp look that stopped her in her tracks. “Do you really think I would let you get away without a spanking when the whole thing was your idea?” He asked, raising his eyebrow skeptically. She stuck her little bottom lip out and batted her lashes adorably. “Maybe?” She asked softly and he gave a slight smile. “Nice try little one, if anything this cute bottom” He patted it meaningfully before slipping his fingers in her waistband and slipping her bottoms down all at once. “will be even redder than Penny’s.” He immediately picked her up under the arms and laid her across his lap, ignoring the pitiful sob that statement produced. Holding her close to his stomach with his right arm, he began to spank immediately, clapping his hand down in firm, steady swats.
“You do not mess with my things without permission, you do not use computers without a grown up and you most certainly do not get other little girls or boys involved in your naughty mischief!” He punctured each statement with a series of smacks to her rapidly reddening cheeks, swatting two or three times before moving on and covering the entire bottom evenly. He wanted to get this last spanking over with as soon as possible, and he knew from experience that JJ reacted especially well to the fast and furious method. “Do I make myself perfectly clear, little one?” He asked while landing heavy swats on the spot between her bottom and thighs. She squealed frantically, and her hips bounced. “Yes Sir! I sorry!!” She cried, tears starting to fall on the knee of his slacks. He nodded to himself and went quiet, concentrating on increasing those tears.
The task didn’t take long, as he increased his force, watching the red splotches rise and spread across her cheeks. Before many more minutes had gone by JJ let out a broken wail, her little body going pliant across his knees, and she began to weep silently. He stopped abruptly, lifting her into a cradle hold in his arms and rocking slowly. He hummed and stroked her hair, murmuring kind and forgiving words into her hair until her crying came to a shuddering stop and she nuzzled herself in his neck. He knew well that he would have a little girl attached to his side for the rest of the day after that spanking.
Each little had a different reaction to being spanked. Independent Derek and Emily usually wanted their space. Reid always fell asleep, exhausted. Penelope usually bounced back quickly to her bubbly self. But his J bird would refuse to leave his arms for hours after receiving a red bottom. Gathering the other two sniffling mischief makers as best he could in one arm, he helped them right their clothes and gave forehead kisses, promising forgiveness all around. He helped JJ get her pants back up before carrying her back out to the bullpen.
A sleepy and disheveled looking Spencer had emerged and Emily had abandoned her trucks, sitting criss-cross on her table and listening intently while he rambled excitedly about something. Aaron crossed over and gently helped her down into a chair, praising her enthusiastically for not getting down on her own.
Fishing a book out of his briefcase and taking a seat with various littles in his lap, sitting in chairs or laying on the floor, he began to read quietly. “Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.”