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Title: Trouble
By: nancy
Pairing: Abby/Kate
Fandom: NCIS/JAG
Rating: AO
Warnings: domestic discipline, kink
Summary: Abby gets herself into trouble and Kate decides to take her in hand.***
Abby squirmed as she held tight to her legs, unable to look up and see the worried, disappointed expression that she knew was still on Kate's face. It had been there when Gibbs had snarled for Kate to get Abby the hell out of the office before he did something Abby would regret. Kate had grabbed Abby by the arm and hauled her out of the lab to the elevator, leaving Tony to take the brunt of Gibbs' anger and diffuse it. Assuming that Tony had gone down to the lab to figure out why no one had come back to the office.
It wasn't like she'd meant for Gibbs to walk under the bucket of pickle juice. Abby had thought that Tony was going to be the next one downstairs. He was supposed to be, anyhow. Not Gibbs. She'd watched with a kind of fascinated horror as Gibbs had slipped, fallen forward to spill his coffee onto one of her electrical conjunctions. The entire lab had shorted out in a matter of seconds, leaving Abby, Gibbs, and Kate alone in the dark.
Sighing, she complained, "It was supposed to be Tony!"
"And you think that's a good reason to use your time and resources on the government's dime?" Kate questioned, skeptical.
When Abby finally looked up at her lover, Kate was just standing there in the middle of the living room, looking at her with arms crossed over her chest. Groaning, Abby whined, "It's not my fault! I'm like, super smart and way too easily bored, you know that! You guys haven't had a case in like, forever! I didn't have anything to do!"
The arms uncrossed only for Kate to put her hands on her hips as she countered, "So your excuse for wreaking havoc, expensive havoc I might add, is that you were bored? I thought we talked about more constructive ways to use your energy, Abs."
"We did, but there's only so many models I can make!" Abby sighed. "I'm sorry, but you know I need something to keep me going, Kate."
"No, what you need is boundaries," Kate exclaimed, exasperated. "Honest to God, Abby, you're like a five-year-old sometimes! You put gum in your sister's hair just to see if your parents notice!"
Abby grinned slyly and observed, "Sounds like you've got personal experience with that, Kate."
"Enough!"
Abby straightened in surprise at the sharp order, eyes widening.
Taking a breath, Kate told her, "I am tired of watching your self-destructive behavior. I know we said this wasn't exclusive, but either you straighten out and fly right, or I'm done with you. I can't keep on the sidelines for this any more."
Tempted to make light of Kate's choice of words, Abby stifled the impulse. She could see that Kate was dead serious and swallowed nervously. "What, um, what do you mean, exactly?"
Kate moved to sit on the coffee table in front of Abby and took her hands. "I want you to move in with me. I want you to abide by my rules. I want you to accept whatever punishment I think is fit when you break the rules."
Surprised again, Abby frowned and asked, "Wait, you mean like, drop my pants and get my butt blistered?"
"Or stand in the corner. Or get chained to the bed and not allowed to come. Or no big gulps for a week. The point is, I would decide. I'm in charge, if you say yes to this."
"But, yes to what exactly?" Abby pressed. This wasn't really what she expected of Kate. She'd expected comfort in the wake of Gibbs' fury, not an echo of the man's righteous indignation in the dark eyes looking back at her. "I mean, okay, exclusive I understand. But, for how long on the punishment thing?"
"Until I think you no longer need it. And at the rate you're going, that's going to be a long time coming," Kate answered dryly.
Abby frowned, mildly insulted, then asked, "What would the rules be?"
"I haven't thought it all out yet. I want you to stay on this sofa until I'm done writing this up. Assuming that you're interested?"
Am I? Do I want Kate bossing me around even more than she already does? Abby wondered silently.
On the one hand, it always felt good to know that Kate cared enough to boss her around, as much as it irritated her sometimes. On the other hand, it was giving up a lot of power to a woman she'd only fucked a half dozen times. And sure, she liked Kate a lot, but to let Kate punish her for, well, being herself? That seemed to stretch the borders a little too far. On the other hand, having some limits wouldn't exactly be a bad thing. Especially considering the damage she'd managed to wreak on unsuspecting Gibbs and the lab. Who knew how he was going to explain it to Morrow. He really shouldn't have to and if she hadn't been screwing around, it wouldn't have happened.
So wait, how many hands was that? she asked herself, confused.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to draw up some regs. You're going to stay right where you are and not move unless you ask me to do so first. And unless you have to pee, or there's some other bodily function involved, don't expect a yes," Kate informed her.
Abby watched her leave, thoroughly bemused, but didn't move.
* * * *
Kate was a little surprised that it was going so well, if she was going to be honest with herself. She snorted softly and thought, One of us has to be.
It wasn't like she'd really planned for this. There were daydreams and fantasies, of course, who wouldn't have them where Abby was concerned? Images of Abby standing with a bare, red ass in the corner, head hanging repentantly. Imagined encounters where Kate punished Abby with her hand, or a ruler, for disobeying her rules. Fantasies with Abby crying and begging forgiveness, bent over Kate's thighs as she was spanked to contrition.
And then there were the other ones, the darker ones that Kate barely gave voice to even inside her own head. Thoughts of tying Abby to the bed and fucking her until she begged for mercy. Of taking Abby's ass and mouth in ways that no woman could, naturally. Of painting her pale skin with stripes from a flog or lash...or both.
Shuddering, Kate pushed all of it aside and forced herself to deal with the situation at hand. All that mattered right then and there was getting Abby on a healthier track. And to do that, she needed a clear list, a delineation of do's and don'ts that Abby could subscribe to without confusion. That was what Abby needed and that, was what would happen.
It didn't take long to draw up a basic list and once it was done, she walked calmly back into the living room. Kate was pleased to see that Abby was still on the sofa, if now sitting cross-legged. Close enough to start, especially where she hadn't specified staying in the same position. She held out the paper and said, "These are the rules and consequences for breaking them. If you agree to abide by them, they take affect as of right now. Read them out loud and tell me if you understand them."
Abby scanned the sheet quickly and flushed, but started reading. "One – This is an exclusive relationship. Any outside dalliances on either part results in termination of the relationship. So, no fucking around from either of us or we break up."
"Correct," Kate agreed.
Abby nodded, taking that in, then continued, "Two – Eight hours of sleep every night, unless work gets in the way. Kate, I don't exactly have a choice in that! I can't control how much sleep I get."
"You can," Kate countered. "And I'll make sure that you do, trust me."
"Three – No practical jokes whatsoever. Oh man, you are kidding me!?"
"I'm not."
"Four – All orders from Kate to Abby will be obeyed, saving those that might put Abby at risk. Yeah, like you could put anyone at risk, but orders? When the hell did we stray into D/s territory?" Abby demanded.
Kate shrugged. "Call it what you want. You do what I say, when I say it. You eat properly, get a good night's sleep, no more controlled substances, no more one-night stands, nothing self-destructive. And that includes pouring pickle juice over Gibbs' head."
Abby couldn't quite stifle the giggle, but managed to cut it short. "Five...Kate...are you serious?"
"Read it."
Groaning, Abby repeated, "Five – after any punishment, there will be a minimum of fifteen minutes cuddling."
Kate allowed herself a small smile as she said, "This is about me taking care of you, Abby. Showing you how much I care for you. That includes holding you and kissing it better whenever I deem it necessary."
Abby flushed, but finished reading, "Discussion of these rules, as well as the termination of these rules, can be instigated by the simple phrase, 'We need to talk.' This contract...this contract is in force for a period of no less than six months and no more than twelve months, to be revisited at the end of the first period of six months."
Looking at the flustered woman sitting on the sofa, Kate said, "You can have tonight to think it over. If you sign it, that means you belong to me for the next six months and I control what you do, who you see, what you eat, when you sleep, everything about you. I want that to be very...Abby!"
Towards the end of her cautioning speech, Abby had reached for a pen on the table and was signing it, then looked up at her expectantly. Shaking her head indulgently, Kate took the pen and signed her own name to it then said, "Upstairs and in the bedroom now. Strip and wait for me there."
Abby scrambled to her feet and beat a hasty retreat to the bedroom.
Still grinning, Kate first put the paper in a file in her desk, then followed Abby into bedroom to administer the first punishment. This was definitely going to be interesting.
* * * *
Abby waited nervously and nakedly in the bedroom, as ordered. Well, the naked part anyhow, she thought with a minor giggle. Leaning against the bed, she looked around the familiar room, taking in the simple, but somehow elegant decorations, muted sophistication, which was definitely a description of how Kate could be. Not always, given how much brass she used in her dealings with the men at the office, but it was there under the surface.
"You look good like that," Kate announced, startling her. "Almost innocent."
Abby grinned at Kate and repeated, "Almost?"
"Well, it is you," Kate countered, smirking.
Watching as the other woman walked over to the bathroom, Abby heard her moving in the smaller room, the toilet flushing, water going on and off. It didn't seem like Kate was in any hurry to get things going, which was just as well because Abby was starting to think better of her impulsive decision. She wondered if Kate was going to hold her to it. It wasn't like the 'contract' was legally enforceable, after all. If Abby wanted out, all she had to do was get dressed and high-tail it back to her own apartment.
And then never get the chance to see what Kate really has in mind, Abby's inner demon, the one named Curiosity, the one that got her into the most trouble, pointed out.
Abby knew people who were in D/s and domestic discipline relationships and it seemed to work very nicely for them. They were happy in their assumed roles. Having dabbled in various kink scenarios over the years, she was no stranger to bondage or pain or pretty much anything. It was all good, if she and her partner(s) got off on it, in her opinion. But what Kate was talking about had nothing to do with getting off, not the punishment part anyhow. Or, that's how she took it to mean.
Finally emerging from the bathroom, Kate was still dressed in slacks and blouse, the same outfit from the office, though the blouse was unbuttoned to the third hole, showing a nice amount of cleavage. Abby watched, dry mouthed, as Kate slowly unbuckled her belt and slid it from out of the belt-loops. She held it in both hands and snapped it a couple of times, causing Abby to jump, then walked closer.
Moving around behind Abby, Kate said, matter-of-factly, "You've broken a number of rules today, Abby."
"But, there weren't any rules this morning," Abby protested.
"Don't talk, unless I ask you a direct question."
Abby swallowed the rest of her protest at the hard-voiced command.
"Have you done this before?"
A direct question, so it was safe to answer. "Not exactly."
"What, exactly, have you done?"
"Just some play. You know, tie me down, a few spanks, nothing major."
"This is more than play. You do understand that."
"Yes."
One of Kate's hands brushed over Abby's ass, then rested upon it, and she continued, "Starting fifteen minutes ago, you became bound by rules. There's no period of adjustment. There's no second chance. From here on out, you obey my rules, and my commands, or you get punished. End of story."
Abby swallowed, but didn't speak since there wasn't a question involved.
"Now, since you weren't technically under my command earlier today I can't punish you for it. Let me just detail to you what will happen, if anything like that, happens again. First, we come here and you stand in the corner for an hour to think about what you did, who it hurt, and the damage you caused. Second, you present yourself to me and list your transgressions, in detail. Third, you bend yourself over my lap and I administer your punishment, which could range from my bare hand, a paddle, or my belt. The punishment goes on until I feel that you're properly apologetic, that you've realized what you've done, or until I draw blood. Whichever comes first."
Oh God, Abby thought, getting turned on despite herself.
"It'll hurt like hell, I promise you that. And if I have to bind you to administer the punishment, I will. You need to know that there are consequences to your actions," Kate told her, moving to stand in front of her again. "So tell me. What's going to happen to Gibbs now?"
Surprised by the question, Abby answered, "I...don't know."
"Well then, let me tell you. First, he's probably had McGee draw up an inventory of the damage. Then he has to think up a cover story to present to Morrow in order to get approval to repair the damage. Knowing Gibbs, he's found a way to blame himself in order to keep you in the clear and out of trouble. Because you do realize what would happen if what really happened got out, don't you?"
Stomach rolling with uneasiness, Abby shook her head.
Giving her a tight smile, Kate replied, "You're exceptionally good at your job, so it would probably only be a reprimand, maybe some time off without pay. Gibbs, on the other hand, would lose some serious face to the other team leaders as well as some respect from Morrow because he couldn't control the actions of one of his subordinates. You forget, sometimes, that NCIS is a quasi-military organization and what each person does, reflects doubly onto their superior."
Abby squirmed with guilt at what Gibbs was going through because of her. He'd been mad enough to actually yell at her, to have Kate get her out of his sight.
"So. We have Gibbs covered in pickle juice, that was what you used, right? Smelled like it anyhow. And technically, he was responsible for causing the damage because he slipped and doused whatever it was in coffee. Then we've got McGee, of all people, in on what went down because Gibbs needs to know what the damage is going to amount to in dollars so he can report to his superior, so he can lie to his superior, about what happened. All to protect you. And how long do you really think that McGee will be able to keep a secret like that?"
"A couple of days?" Abby guessed, completely miserable.
Kate snorted. "If that. So. What do you think you should do about it?"
"Apologize," Abby said instantly. "And help fix it."
Nodding, Kate walked over to the phone on the bedside table and picked it up, dialing as she returned to Abby. "Yeah, Gibbs, it's me. Everything okay?"
There was a pause before Abby heard a long, drawn out explanation that she couldn't quite understand.
"Abby's here. Are you okay to talk to here?" Kate questioned, staring right at Abby as she asked.
Whatever he said caused her to hold out the phone and Abby took it gingerly, bringing it to her ear with a tentative, "Gibbs? I am so sorry. Honest to God, I never meant to get you with that."
Gibbs sighed and she could practically see him scrubbing resigned fingers through his hair as he answered, "I know, Abs. Don't worry, I squared it already."
She winced. "You didn't get in trouble, did you?"
"Nothing I can't handle," he answered, wry. "You can buy me coffee for the rest of the week to make up for it, how's that?"
Which meant that yes, he'd gotten into a lot of trouble, and all because of her. She wanted to apologize again, but knew that he would just brush it off. Miserable and guilty, she whispered, "Yeah, okay."
"Hey, Abby, it's okay. It's not that bad. McGee said that it was just the outlet that got burned. They'll have everything up and running by the end of the day. It'll be working fine when you get in tomorrow," he assured her.
Unable to meet Kate's knowing gaze, Abby cleared her throat. "Good. Okay. And, I really am sorry, Gibbs."
"I know, Abs. Don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow," Gibbs replied before hanging up.
Turning off the phone, Abby held it out to Kate and said, "He's totally taking it on."
"Did you expect anything else?" Kate questioned, taking the phone and replacing it to the outlet. "It's Gibbs. He protects his team, even against themselves. Especially you. He's got a serious soft spot for you and you take advantage of it."
"I don't mean to," Abby wailed. "It's just, he lets me and I can't help myself and it just goes really wrong sometimes!"
Kate cupped her face and smiled. "I know. That's why I'm here now. We'll bring you under control and work on getting things back in balance."
Hopeful, Abby asked, "Really? You're not just saying it."
"I put my name down, didn't I?" Kate reminded. "Now. If you want me to, I can punish you for your actions today."
Surprise ran through her and Abby questioned, "How? I wasn't, um, under your command earlier."
"This is about you, Abby. If you feel you need to be punished for something and, after discussing it, if I agree, then you'll get punished. This is partially an honor system. I can't be with you 24/7 because of our jobs. If you do something wrong and hide it from me, chances are I'll find out because you're a terrible liar. But it's possible that you could get away with something and for me to not find out."
Shifting nervously, Abby thought about it a second and then, before she could change her mind, agreed, "Do it! Um, you know, punish me."
"Go stand in the corner."
Abby's mouth opened to protest, but Kate gave her a hard look and she thought better of it. Hurrying over to the corner the other woman had indicated, Abby was left alone with her thoughts for a lot longer than she wanted.
* * * *
Kate finally decided on a chair that she'd bought from a garage sale a few years back. It hadn't been with this scenario in mind that she'd gotten it, but it was perfect for a punishment chair; heavy, solid wood, with a broad leather seat and a sturdy, high back. It wouldn't move no matter how much Abby did. Which brought her to the conclusion that she was grateful Gibbs had started those workouts on top of the one she did each day. Abby was no slouch in the fitness department herself, so holding her in place when she didn't want to be was going to be a matter of strength and leverage together.
She brought the chair into the second bedroom and settled it in the center of the room and then, half an hour later, went to go check on Abby. They'd already talked about what happened, but Kate was going to make her rehash it anyhow to get into the routine right from the start. "Abby."
Abby startled, then turned, showing a tear-stained face.
Steeling herself against the woebegone sight, Kate said, "Time to go. Follow me," and walked to the other room. Abby was right behind her until Kate sat in the chair. Then she stopped short and just looked at her in surprise, as if it hadn't all been leading to this. Now was the real test of whether or not Abby wanted to do this because if she really didn't want to, Kate couldn't force her.
Reluctantly, Abby said, "I need to be punished for causing Gibbs all kinds of trouble."
"And?"
Abby frowned. "And what?"
"And for hurting yourself with that kind of behavior," Kate supplied, almost gently.
That seemed to startle Abby more, then she looked thoughtful.
Kate patted her lap and said, "Down you go, Abby."
Swallowing nervously, Abby closed the distance between them and awkwardly lowered herself over Kate's lap. Kate shifted her higher up, forcing Abby off-balance, and then pinned her in place with an arm over her back. She started the spanking right away, warming up with lighter blows and then getting harder and harder until Abby was squirming and trying unsuccessfully to free herself. It wasn't until Abby cried out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop, please, I'm so sorry!" and started sobbing, that Kate ceased the spanking.
Abby hugged Kate's legs as she cried, which made it difficult to pry her off, but Kate did it and then pulled Abby into her arms. There were a few hic-cupped complaints, but mostly, Abby just curled up around Kate and held on tight. Wrapping her arms around Abby, she rocked slightly and kissed the blotchy face, soothing her with words and gentle touches.
Sniffling, Abby wiped at her nose and repeated, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Abby, it's all done now," Kate promised, kissing her forehead. "Come on. Let's go take a shower and get ready for bed."
It was a sign of how worn out Abby was that there was no protest, despite the early hour. The shower was long and languorous and Kate took her time to kiss and comfort Abby through it. She washed and rinsed the longish black hair carefully, adding in a scalp massage that had Abby humming with pleasure. It didn't take long to dry them both off and then she hustled Abby into bed directly after.
Abby curled up in her arms and Kate hugged her tight. "How're you feeling?"
"My ass is killing me," Abby complained. But then she added shyly, "But good, otherwise. Thank you, Kate."
Smiling, Kate kissed her deeply before saying, "My pleasure," and turning off the light.
***