"Olivia, my office!"

Olivia suppressed a groan as she was ordered into Captain Cragen's office, getting up from her desk and following him, closing the door behind them. He was clearly upset with her and that made her feel awful, even though she didn't know yet what she had done to displease him. She hadn't been told to sit, so she stood, and tried not to fidget nervously.

"I just got off the phone with IAB and lucky for you I stuck my neck out for you to keep your job. What the hell were you thinking, doing unauthorized police work outside of our jurisdiction? Was last week's paddling not memorable enough for you to stay out of anymore trouble?"

"Yes, sir, it was enough! I was just trying to-"

"It doesn't matter what you were trying to do. I've got IAB on my tail every other week, it seems, nagging me about the behavior of my 'unruly' detectives, and now I've also got the captain of the 5-2 complaining about my detectives on his turf. Had you cleared any of this with me first, we may not be having this conversation right now, but you went behind my back and that makes me look like an idiot who doesn't know how to control my detectives."

"I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't trying to make you look bad." Olivia hung her head, blinking back tears as she gracefully endured his scolding lecture.

"I know that your intentions are usually good, and I can't fault you for wanting justice to be served. However, there are rules to be followed around here, and you know them very well. So, I'm afraid this latest infraction means a mark on your permanent record, and you have a caning coming. I will also see you tonight at my apartment after work for another dose. I will not tolerate my daughter behaving like this."

Olivia didn't know whether to smile or cry. Her heart soared every time he referred to her as his daughter, and she hated to disappoint him. He was like a father to her and she desperately wanted his approval. What she didn't understand was that a father's love and approval is unconditional. She already had his love and approval no matter how many times he had to discipline her.

"Assume the position."

Cragen's sharp order interrupted Olivia's thoughts. She obediently, albeit reluctantly, pulled down her slacks and panties to her knees before bending across his desk, holding on to the other side. Cragen stood up and reached for the cane hanging on the wall. Olivia could count on one hand the number of times she had been caned at work. Normally when she had to be disciplined at work, she was paddled. The paddle was reserved for minor infractions, such as mouthing off or being lazy. The cane was reserved for infractions which required IAB's involvement or infractions which required a mark on a detective's permanent record. Unfortunately for Olivia's bottom, this was to be her fate.

"You are going to receive sixteen strokes, detective. You know the drill; no kicking, no screaming, no getting up. One, thank you, sir. Two, thank you, sir. And so on. When we are done, you will dress and go stand in the corner for half an hour. When I allow you to return to your desk, you will sit in your chair and work without excessive wriggling. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." Olivia whimpered reluctantly, and squeezed her eyes closed when she felt the cane being tapped on her bottom.

SMACK!

"One, thank you, sir!" Olivia gasped.

WHACK!

"OW! Two, thank you, sir!"

Olivia was in tears by the seventh lick of the cane. By the tenth, she was sobbing and pleading for her punishment to be over, even as she continued to obediently stay in place and count each lick as it was given full force. Cragen was forced to remind himself more than once that the woman bent across his desk was not only his beloved daughter, but also his naughty detective in need of punishment. Her livelihood depended on her ability to follow the rules and he wasn't willing to stand by and watch her lose her job over a stupid mistake or an error in judgment. She was far too bright. So he continued to deliver each lick, silently counting with her and wishing that each one was the last. By the time they reached number thirteen, she was nearly incoherent and he was nearing the end of his resolve. He was going to make the sixteenth and final stroke the hardest stroke of all, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Even in her turmoil, Olivia recognized that he had barely even tapped her with the final stroke.

"Into the corner with you, detective." Cragen ordered, resisting the urge to gather his distraught daughter into his arms.

Olivia shakily stood up and howled when her panties and slacks rubbed against her freshly caned bottom. She obediently made her way to the corner of his office and put her hands on her head. Half an hour felt like an agonizingly long time, but by the time Cragen called Olivia out of the corner, she had calmed down significantly.

"Come here, Olivia." Cragen called from where he was leaning against his desk.

Olivia turned from the corner and stood before him, desperately wanting comfort, but not sure if she deserved it yet.

"I trust we won't be having any more of these problems for a while, young lady."

Olivia relaxed slightly upon hearing him call her 'young lady' instead of 'detective'. This wasn't Captain Cragen talking, this was Daddy.

"No, sir. No more problems, I promise." Olivia sniffled, her eyes red and puffy from crying.

"Good. I'll expect you at my apartment tonight at six o' clock sharp. Eileen is making your favorite, and then after dinner your backside has a meeting with my hand. Now, you may return to work. Remember, sitting up straight in your chair, and no excessive wriggling."

"Yes, Daddy." Olivia smiled when he kissed her forehead before sending her back to her desk.