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.

“As long as I can hold that off, I am going to.  I do not want to appear like some caricature, but like the woman, I feel I am.  Thank goodness I have thick hair and a lineage of men keeping their hair.  I do not know what I would do if I started to go bald.  These are all things we think about, worry about, being who we are or want to be, as we age.”

Tim takes this all in and realizes this is a side of Abbie and her concerns he had never thought about.  She is his beautiful Abbie, and as she ages, she will still be in his eyes.  But yes, all Abbie is saying does make sense from her standpoint.

Choosing his words carefully, Tim replies, “Abbie, I never knew you had these worries and concerns.  Yes, I understand them, and if new wardrobes and buying things help you through them, that is no problem.  We, or even you alone, have the money to do so, and yes, donating the discarded items to charity for others to have is the right path to take. 

“But please know, I love you, for you, not for how you look.  As you feel this is becoming more of a concern for you, please talk with me about it, and we will figure it out together. On the plus side, we now have a wonderful, close network of friends who love you for you too.  They would never care either, I am sure.”

Abbie is in Tim’s arms, on his lap, kissing and hugging him, saying, “Tim, I don’t know how I deserve someone as wonderful, thoughtful, kind, and loving as you.  Thank you.  I will try to be more open with you.  I am getting there, but this still is rather new to me, us together, so I am working on it.”

“Baby, it is all new to me too.  Being with someone and in love with them, it is something I never felt before either.  Together we will get this to work.  And yes, we both need to be more open about our past, our concerns, and anything.  This year has been a whirlwind for both of us with all the changes,” Tim assures her.

The two kiss and hug for a while, then Abbie wiggles in Tim’s lap and says, “Sir, I will go up to my room now and await for your to come to spank me.  I know I deserve it for not being open with you, hiding things from you.”

Tim sees the bit of a wicked grin on Abbie’s lips as she says this, and Tim knows she wants the spanking more for the sexual arousal it gives her than the reminder to be good.  As she stands, Tim swats her bottom and says, “Yes, Abigail, get upstairs to your corner and wait.  And I know what you are up to, young lady.”

The swing of Abbie’s hips as she leaves the kitchen is her answer to that.

Abbie is so happy that she finally vocalized some of her worries about her future, and Tim comprehending immediately and being so understanding.  And she does need a spanking, both for her strange enjoyment of them but also to get to the point of allowing herself to release tears to wash away her regrets for misbehaving.

Tim finishes the dinner dishes quickly and heads up the stairs to Abigail’s room.  He knows tonight this spanking is going to be lust-filled for both Abbie and him while dealing with what now does not seem like any misbehavior at all.  But they will play this out fully, and perhaps something more will follow.

Abbie’s whole body tingles as she hears Tim mount the stairs.  She giggles a little that this will be a fun spanking, more or less. He doesn’t come into the room directly. Instead, Abbie hears him go to their room first.

Finally, Tim comes into the room, and she hears him taking something out of the drawer.  The hairbrush or paddle or both?  He moves to the bed and sits in the middle of it. “Abigail, come here,” he says with authority.

Abbie quickly complies and is soon standing between Tim’s spread legs.  She can’t help smiling, seeing he has undressed down to his drawers only.  “Turn around,” he commands, and Abbie does.  She feels her dress unzipped and falling to the floor.  Her bra is unhooked next and joins the dress.

Her garter is undone and her stockings are off.  Only her panties remain.  “Pick up your clothes, fold them, and put them on the desk, then come lay across my lap,” Tim instructs her.

Doing as told, Abbie, well, at this moment Abigail, finds herself across Tim’s lap, her clit, getting more prominent now, is tucked between his legs held tightly together.  She can feel it rubbing against Tim’s growing cock between the fabric.

“Lift up,” Tim tells her as he slides his hand under her pantie waistband and pulls her panties down to her knees.  He continues as Abigail settles herself, “Abigail, why are you being spanked?”

In a small voice, Abigail replies, “I’m sorry, Sir, but I broke one of my main rules of conduct.  I tried to hide something from you rather than telling you right away.  And as you said from the start, you will, and did, find out.  I am learning, trying to be open with you and not be sneaky.”

While Abigail is talking, Tim is rubbing her cheeks, thinking how lovely, smooth, and cream white they are.  And soon to glow a rosy red.  He smiles at Abbie’s choice of ‘sneaky’ and hearing her say that he down come down on her right cheek with a stinging spank.  It is followed by one to her left cheek.  Then back and forth.

Spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.

Twenty fast and hard spanks to alternate cheeks quickly get Abbie’s ass stinging and tears filling her eyes.  “I’m sorry, Sir, that I was bad,” Abbie cries.  “Thank you for helping me a better person.”

Another twenty follow. After each set, Tim rubs Abbie’s ass a bit, feeling the heat rising.  Hearing Abbie crying more and more, he knows she is getting to the release she needs.

While it has not been that many instances of Tim having to spank Abbie, he knows that she does get a rush out of it, but also, the tears are real and a release for her.  So he tries to bring her to that place she has deeply hidden when she can discharge all the bad toxins from her.

In all, Tim spanks Abbie about one hundred times by hand.  Then after rubbing for a bit, he picks up the hairbrush and does another round of one hundred.  Sometimes rotating between cheeks, others repeatedly on one then the other.  Her ass is turning a deep rose color.

He hits her upper thighs some to add new stings for Abbie to consider now and then, never too much in any one place for too long.  Abbie now has tears running down her face and is feeling that moment of remorse for her actions.  She wonders if she will ever try to hide things again from Tim again, as it seems that he will not shun her for anything. 

Abbie begins to feel the trembling of her clit and whole body as the enjoyment factor of being spanked kicks in.  But today, there is a third feeling encompassing her body—this calm, gentle feeling of being loved unconditionally. 

This confidence that there is someone who will be there and cares about her no matter what silliness she gets up to.  That makes this whole experience even more intense for her.

Oh, Abbie feels every spank and slap upon her now sore bottom.  The message of not hiding things from Tim is coming through loud and clear.  She wiggles under his hand, but Tim holds her firmly as he lands the last spanks with the hairbrush.

He is now fully aroused from the wiggling against him, feeling Abbie’s clit against his cock, and watching her ass turn this lovely shade of red.  “Stand up and go lean over the desk,” Tim tells Abbie in a husky voice.

She scurries to do as commanded.  The pile of her clothes is like a pillow under her stomach as she grips the far side, her legs apart, waiting.

Abbie hears Tim open one of the desk drawers, and then she feels this cool liquid running down her crack, pooling around her special vagina.  Tim’s fingers are running it around and around her opening and up into it to make it slippery and ready to welcome visitors.

Abbie is moaning with want, knowing what is coming.  Tim is looking down on Abbie’s rosy cheeks and wonders why they turn him on so.  His cock is so hard as he adds a little lube to the tip and shaft.

Tim positions himself between Abbie’s legs and lifts his cock to her hole, and presses in.  He receives a gracious welcome, and Abbie seems to be throbbing and push him in more and more.  Soon he is wholly in.  His balls are up so close, bouncing against Abbie’s marbles and thighs.  Both just hold that position for a moment.

And then the festivities begin.  Tim pulls and thrusts over and over, faster and faster.  Feeling his balls bounce against Abbie there, she is moaning louder and louder.  She does not want Tim to stop.  It is a hard fuck, but so needed for both of them.  Abbie’s ass and thighs still sting from the onslaught they just had, but that adds to the wonderful sensations crashing through them both.

Tim, feeling the heat from Abbie’s ass and thighs, increases his desire.  Pounding against Abbie and feeling her small sacks hitting his larger, full balls is so amazing.  Abbie’s back vagina is now throbbing so and clenching his cock so tightly with each thrust.  It is making the semen in him churn and want to release.  He feels his balls filling his shaft, pushing cum up farther and farther to his glans to explode out.

Abbie, feeling Tim full in her, his balls hitting against her sore ass doesn’t matter.  She clenches against him with each thrust, wanting to hold him deep in her forever.  Well, for this magic moment.  Tim is leaning forward now, feeling Abbie’s hot ass against his mons and lower stomach.  He kisses and nibbles at the back of Abbie’s neck, sending new waves of pleasure through her.  Feeling his chest against her back and his lips on her neck, Abbie feels precum dripping from both of them. She knows she can’t hold back much more.

Tim works his way to be next to Abbie’s ear so he can lick and blow into it.  And whisper, “Let it go, baby, let it all out of you.  I am about to…”

And with that, a loud deep moan comes out of Tim from deep in his gut.  Abbie feels a river of semen erupt out of Tim deep up in her.  String after string of cum flows out.

She can’t contain any longer either, and cum covers her dress and the desk, squirt after squirt.  They are both now so spent.  Tim just lies against her.  It is a bit uncomfortable in this position for Abbie, but she is not in a condition to move yet either.

Finally, both filling their lungs enough, Tim stands and helps Abbie up too.  He turns her to him and kisses her deeply.  It isn’t that late yet, but both are tired now.  Tim tells Abbie to go climb into bed on her stomach, and he will be there soon to rub some lotion on her cheeks.  She smiles at him and does as he asks, with a quick detour to the bathroom for a couple of needed bedtime tasks.

Tim picks up the clothes and wipes all remains of what just took place from the desk.  The bed is ruffled, but Grace will change the sheets tomorrow and straighten things more.  He stops in the laundry room to toss the clothes in the hamper and goes into the bedroom.

He, too, makes a stop at the bathroom to get ready for bed and get some lotion. Coming to their bed, Tim sits on the side as he takes his time to rub the cream all over Abbie’s cheeks and thighs.  Their rosiness is diminishing, but still some signs of the start of their recent escapades.

Finished, Tim climbs into bed and pulls Abbie to him. Holding her in his arms, her head on his chest, he tells her, “Abbie, thank you for all you shared tonight.  I never realized you had such worries.  But I am glad now I know at least one of the things that worries you.  Regardless of what happens down the road, you will always be my Abbie and beautiful in my eyes.”

Abbie lifts her head, her eyes shining with the tears starting to form in them, and just says, “Thank you, Tim.  You are the world to me now.”