Things are not always rosy between Tim and Abbie. Well, actually, they are still rosy, but in a quite different way sometimes.
Things have gone well for a couple of months now, and Abbie has not been across Tim’s lap for discipline. Tim almost thinks that perhaps they are past that stage, until a Tuesday evening in early October.
After dinner, Tim goes out to the garage to put washer fluid in Abbie’s car. He notices a dozen bags or more in the trunk and on the backseat. He fills the fluid and then looks in the bags, all from upscale women’s dress stores. He cannot believe what he sees. Almost a whole new wardrobe of dresses, suits, blouses, even lingerie. Abbie has more than enough similar clothes in perfect condition.
What has Abbie been up to? Gathering the bags together, he brings them into the house and to the sitting room where Abbie is watching television. Dropping the bags at her feet, Tim demands, “Abigail, what is the meaning of all these clothes? You have a closet full of perfectly good dresses and suits already. Why would you go out and buy more?”
Abbie cringes. First, from knowing what is in store hearing Tim call her Abigail. But more so, understanding for the last week she would eventually be found out and what would happen.
She can’t help herself. As the seasons change, Abbie has this need also to change her wardrobe. She likes to be up to date in her fashions, and so a few times a year, her spending gets out of hand as she buys new outfits. And she can’t stop at just a couple. No, until her closet is overflowing, she buys and buys.
Abbie does give her discarded clothes to charity on a tiny positive side, helping other women have lovely outfits to wear also. But Abbie knows that is not going to hold any weight with Tim at the moment.
Not able to vocalize anything as Tim stands over her, he continues, “Abigail, go to your room and corner and think about the rules you have broken.” Tears now fill her eyes as Abbie climbs the stairs, takes the key to the room in the vase next to the door, and opens it. That is one of the hardest parts of her punishments. To open the door to her discipline room knowing she fully earns the spanking ahead.
Tears now running down her cheeks, Abbie faces the corner, nose against the wall, thinking about things. Yes, she knows she broke at least a couple of the rules she and Tim laid out for her. And this is one of the things Abbie is hoping Tim can help her stop. But she has the money. And she has been so good with it for months now. Why can’t Tim understand her need for lovely new things?
Abbie knows that is no valid argument for what she did, but perhaps after her punishment, she and Tim could come to a compromise about this.
Downstairs, Tim is smiling at the look of surprise which came to Abbie’s face as he brought the bags in. Along with the guilt that immediately followed. Deep down, he doesn’t care. Abbie buying a dozen times as many outfits would not even scratch the surface of the money she has.
But her hiding it from him is a problem, along with her stated wish that Tim tries to rein her in on such compulsive spending. He carries the bags upstairs and puts them in their closet for Abbie to hang up later. Then he goes into Abigail’s room.
Abbie had heard him coming up the stairs and has been anticipating his arrival in the room. Damn, her clit is already starting to be aroused. Thinking about her bare ass over Tim’s knee, waiting to be spanked. These times stir so many conflicting feelings in her, the most, how much being spanked stimulates her.
Tonight will be no different. And knowing she well deserves it will make each spank sting even more.
Tim knowing this tendency of Abbie’s, brings a cup in with him as he walks up behind her in the corner. He hands Abigail the cup to hold as he reaches under her dress and pulls her panties down to her ankles. He unzips her dress and takes it off her too. Standing naked, except for her bra, Abigail waits to see what is next, though she knows.
“Abigail, hold the cup, like you are supposed to,” Tim commands her. Holding the cup over the end of her clit, she feels Tim’s strong hand tighten around the base of her shaft. He is going to wank her to cumming, so her spanking will sting even more when she receives it.
Tears flowing as Abbie holds the cup to catch her cum as Tim jerks her in a no-nonsense way. She feels herself filling as he plays with her marbles to loosen them and help them fill to be released.
Cumming this way can be powerful to Abbie, more of a forced action. But Abbie hates that she has to endure it under these circumstances. It is so tied to her misbehaving and the consequences.
It does not take long until Abbie’s back arches, her head against Tim’s chest as she squirts her load into the cup. It amazes her how much there is. All the prelude to this moment does get her rather full. And the strange combination of feeling female, but male, also at these moments as she knows she is being wanked, not just her clit played with.
Leading Abigail to the bed as Tim sits down, he has her stand between his legs as he asks her what rules she has broken to bring her to this punishment. Tearfully now, Abbie stammers out, “Rule 14: I will be economical with my money, not wasting it needlessly.”
“Yes, you have done that, but what is even worse?” Tim presses her.
Now, having to admit to probably the worst crime she could commit, Abbie stutters, “Rule 3: If I do something I know I shouldn’t do, I am to tell you, Sir, immediately. Not hide what I do because, Sir, you always will find out, and now my discipline will be much worse.”
By the time Abigail gets the statement out, she is crying uncontrollably. At these such moments, Abbie always finds herself afraid that Tim will send her away, disgusted with her, never wanting to see her again. She knows, well, hopes, it would never happen, but she sees him shunning her in her imagination.
For some reason, tonight, these feelings overwhelm her, and she can not stop crying or feeling like her life with Tim is ending. Other things are crashing through her too. But just the thought of Tim having enough of her and tossing her aside seems so real.
She is crying so hard, gulping for air between her tears. Tim takes her on his lap, holding and caressing her. Rubbing and patting her back as she tries to calm herself, he says, “Abigail, I still am going to have to spank you, but please, calm yourself. Nothing is so bad. You are breaking my heart seeing you like this. What is the matter?”
Gulping and catching her breath, Abbie is able, after a few tries, to tell Tim, “Please, please, Sir, don’t send me away. I can’t imagine life without you. I am sorry I misbehave and make you angry, but please don’t turn your back on me.”
Tim feels his heart tearing as he hears this. Holding Abbie tight as he kisses her face over and over, he assures her he would never send her away or turn his back on her. She is the love of his life, and he couldn’t imagine his life without her either.
“Abbie, we do have to deal with this misbehavior, but not tonight. You need to calm yourself as you are over-excited. When we get home tomorrow, we will address it then. For now, I am getting you to bed. You are feverish from your crying. I don’t want you to get sick.”
Tim consoles Abbie as he carries her to their bedroom and lays her down. Pulling all the covers up over her, he kisses her head and tells her he will get her some aspirin. He brings the pills back to her and a glass of water. Like a small child, she lets Tim put them in her mouth and holds the glass for her to drink.
Lying back down, Tim turns out the lights and then, still dressed, lies outside the covers holding Abbie close to him as he caresses her hair, helping her to calm and go to sleep.
Never could Tim have envisioned Abbie getting into such a state and conjuring up the idea that he would cast her out of his life. Holding her, feeling so frail to him right now, Tim realizes that behind the confident front Abbie displays to everyone, there are some serious issues she hides from the world. He can only hope that in time she will feel safe and sure enough of his love to share this side of her with him.
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Abbie is much better in the morning. Her eyes behind her makeup are still a bit red, but she is in much better spirits. Abbie tells Tim that she understands she will be disciplined that evening, and she accepts that. She is sorry for her outburst last night; she is not sure what came over her.
Tim takes her hand and holding it tight, looking in Abbie’s eyes, he tells her, “Abbie, first and foremost, do not ever think again that there is any possibility that I would send you away. That will never happen, no matter what you do. The only way you will ever leave is if it is your choice and you don’t love me anymore.
“I am not sure how I would handle that, as I would be devastated, but it will only be by your choice that we ever separate. You are my heart and soul. My life would be meaningless without you in it.”
Tears start to well in Abbie’s eyes again as she hugs Tim and assures him she never will leave him either. Tim wipes the tears from her eyes with his thumb, telling her she might need to refix her makeup. Smiling at each other, they quickly clean themselves up and head out the door to work. Today, Tim insists that he will drive her to work.
That is one thing he misses since getting the company car. They rarely ride together to work anymore. So today is special for them both.
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Abbie spends the day with the spanking ahead in the back of her mind. She is looking forward to it, and while it arouses her, she knows she deserves it. Abbie should have talked to Tim about it before going on a spending spree. If she voiced her seasonal desire, he would have agreed she is positive. He would have made sure money was in her account to cover it. Instead, she did it behind his back and hid it from him.
That is her real crime. Thinking more about it, Abbie plans to tell Tim that she will invite Grace to look over the clothes she is discarding to choose any or all of them if she likes. What is left will go to a charity store for other women who can’t afford the level of fashion lines as her clothes are.
It pleases Abbie to think of some women choosing her discarded dresses. Then finding the lingerie, barely used, or sometimes even never worn. (Yes, Abbie knows she overbuys and often discards things she never got around to wearing. What she has worn is always cleaned thoroughly, keeping it looking new). Then she imagines a woman wearing the outfit to surprise her mate and the fun that would follow.
But seeing herself as a benefactor passing alms to the poor will hold no weight with Tim. Abbie knows that. But she also knows, while accepting this punishment as deserved, they do have to talk about this, knowing it will happen again. Just in the future happening without it being done clandestinely.
When Tim picks Abbie up from work, it is like it used to be, kissing on meeting, and chatting on the drive home. When they pull into the garage, Abbie finally gathers her courage and says, “Tim, I am in full agreement that I deserve my spanking tonight, but first, I think we need to discuss the spending side of it. I should never have kept that secret from you, but I need you to understand why I do this.”
Tim smiles at Abbie as he can tell she is growing, understanding her motives for her actions, and agrees that yes, first dinner and talk, and then the other. He also wants Abbie to be very clear about him never casting her away for anything she does. Last night was eye-opening, and he wonders what really is behind that.
Tim doesn’t care if they get to that point yet. When Abbie is ready to share, she will, but she needs to know he will always be here for her, regardless of what she does.
So over dinner, they talk. Abbie explains her season shopping spree and needing new things always to look fresh and well-kempt, “Tim, it is this inner worry with myself about being a transgender woman. I feel I have to look perfect so people do not judge me too harshly for who I am. It is the same with my make-up, whether the old things are not used up or not, every three months I get new, so I look immaculate. I am aging, I know. Thirty is not too old, but for a transgender woman, it is the start of aging and being open to ridicule.