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Title: Home Service
Author: mad_jaks
Genre: Ficlet, D/s, femdom, het
Characters: Kate/Gibbs
Challenge: The NCIS kink meme: for lothy who wanted Kate/Gibbs. When they're at work, he is definitely in charge. When they're at home, she is.
Rating: R for nudity and theme
Notes: There's nothing heavy here at all, honestly.
Summary: For hands that do dishes there's a lotion.
Word Count: 665
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Home Service
“Jethro?”
Gibbs came scooting round the corner at her call, drying his hands on the tea cloth he had slung over one shoulder.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You've done a good job on the dishes?"
"Yes ma'am," he snapped out.
"You're sure about that?"
"...Yes, ma'am..." She loved the instant element of doubt that crept in whenever she queried him - the slight crease he got between his eyebrows as he mentally did the run through, checking what he might have missed against her instructions.
"Because I know what my boys can be like if you're left to your own devices."
"Ma'am."
"What can you boys be like if you're left to your own devices, Jethro?" It wasn't a question, and he knew it.
He dropped his hands to his sides, squared his shoulders, licked his lips, and began to recite. "Dirty, neglectful of our personal cleanliness; squalid, neglectful of our personal property; ignorant, neglectful of the feelings of others, ma'am."
"And do I help you with those things Jethro?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And am I doing a good job?"
"Ma'am?"
She uncrossed her ankles, lowered her legs and petted the top of the footstool they'd been resting on. "This isn't the Corps Jethro. They took care of you once, but now it's my turn. Am I doing a good job?"
He sat, cautiously lowering himself into position. "I... have no complaints ma'am," he answered, folding his hands, one on top of the other, onto his bare knees.
She stroked the back of his topmost hand with her fingers. "Not even that you're getting dishwasher hands?"
He shrugged. "It's not something I think I think all that much about ma'am."
Wrong answer. She tutted softly, taking both his hands in her own and turning them over, palms up. "Oh but you should think about it Jethro, you really should. How do you think I feel when you're touching me with these dried up things?"
He hung his head. "Bad, ma'am."
"That's right. Bad. You want me to feel bad Jethro?"
"No ma'am. All I want is for you to feel pleasure ma'am."
She couldn't resist, she petted his hair at that, ruffling it till he looked up at her.
"Am I going to be punished ma'am?" he asked, a shade too hopefully, and she cupped his cheek, biting her lip in a pretence of thought.
"Not this time, my pet. This time..." She reached beside her to the bureau, sliding open a drawer and extracting a tube of hand lotion. Hopeful to wary in ten seconds flat, she thought, watching his face. And how typical of a man to be worried about a little bit of pampering. "We're going to do something to fix it. But first..."
"Ma'am?"
She was far too good to him. Really she was. If she had her way he'd sit quiet in front of her and not move a muscle while she creamed his hands, his thighs, his dick-. Nestled between his thighs she could see it was already showing signs of interest. She raised an eyebrow at it and he blushed, the flush spreading down his neck.
"But first I'll have you spread over that footstool." The lotion was cold as she squirted it onto her palm. "Knees on the floor, elbows against the sides of the stool; head up and to my left; that naked butt of yours to the right."
It only took a moment for him to comply. A moment she spent making sure she had a really good handful of cream, far too much than was strictly necessary.
"And later on," she murmured against the shell of his ear as she took one of his hands in hers and began to massage each finger in turn - thick liquid spilling onto the floor as she did so, "when your hands are good and soft. And your cock is good and hard. I might even let you touch me... Say, 'Thank you ma'am' Jethro."
"Thank you ma'am."
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Author: mad_jaks
Genre: Ficlet, D/s, femdom, het
Characters: Kate/Gibbs
Challenge: The NCIS kink meme: for lothy who wanted Kate/Gibbs. When they're at work, he is definitely in charge. When they're at home, she is.
Rating: R for nudity and theme
Notes: There's nothing heavy here at all, honestly.
Summary: For hands that do dishes there's a lotion.
Word Count: 665
Disclaimer: Not mine - making no money
Home Service
“Jethro?”
Gibbs came scooting round the corner at her call, drying his hands on the tea cloth he had slung over one shoulder.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You've done a good job on the dishes?"
"Yes ma'am," he snapped out.
"You're sure about that?"
"...Yes, ma'am..." She loved the instant element of doubt that crept in whenever she queried him - the slight crease he got between his eyebrows as he mentally did the run through, checking what he might have missed against her instructions.
"Because I know what my boys can be like if you're left to your own devices."
"Ma'am."
"What can you boys be like if you're left to your own devices, Jethro?" It wasn't a question, and he knew it.
He dropped his hands to his sides, squared his shoulders, licked his lips, and began to recite. "Dirty, neglectful of our personal cleanliness; squalid, neglectful of our personal property; ignorant, neglectful of the feelings of others, ma'am."
"And do I help you with those things Jethro?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And am I doing a good job?"
"Ma'am?"
She uncrossed her ankles, lowered her legs and petted the top of the footstool they'd been resting on. "This isn't the Corps Jethro. They took care of you once, but now it's my turn. Am I doing a good job?"
He sat, cautiously lowering himself into position. "I... have no complaints ma'am," he answered, folding his hands, one on top of the other, onto his bare knees.
She stroked the back of his topmost hand with her fingers. "Not even that you're getting dishwasher hands?"
He shrugged. "It's not something I think I think all that much about ma'am."
Wrong answer. She tutted softly, taking both his hands in her own and turning them over, palms up. "Oh but you should think about it Jethro, you really should. How do you think I feel when you're touching me with these dried up things?"
He hung his head. "Bad, ma'am."
"That's right. Bad. You want me to feel bad Jethro?"
"No ma'am. All I want is for you to feel pleasure ma'am."
She couldn't resist, she petted his hair at that, ruffling it till he looked up at her.
"Am I going to be punished ma'am?" he asked, a shade too hopefully, and she cupped his cheek, biting her lip in a pretence of thought.
"Not this time, my pet. This time..." She reached beside her to the bureau, sliding open a drawer and extracting a tube of hand lotion. Hopeful to wary in ten seconds flat, she thought, watching his face. And how typical of a man to be worried about a little bit of pampering. "We're going to do something to fix it. But first..."
"Ma'am?"
She was far too good to him. Really she was. If she had her way he'd sit quiet in front of her and not move a muscle while she creamed his hands, his thighs, his dick-. Nestled between his thighs she could see it was already showing signs of interest. She raised an eyebrow at it and he blushed, the flush spreading down his neck.
"But first I'll have you spread over that footstool." The lotion was cold as she squirted it onto her palm. "Knees on the floor, elbows against the sides of the stool; head up and to my left; that naked butt of yours to the right."
It only took a moment for him to comply. A moment she spent making sure she had a really good handful of cream, far too much than was strictly necessary.
"And later on," she murmured against the shell of his ear as she took one of his hands in hers and began to massage each finger in turn - thick liquid spilling onto the floor as she did so, "when your hands are good and soft. And your cock is good and hard. I might even let you touch me... Say, 'Thank you ma'am' Jethro."
"Thank you ma'am."
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