Amanda looked up when Captain Cragen's office door opened and Olivia emerged looking slightly disheveled with tears in her eyes. The brunette detective walked back to her desk, trying to appear casual and failing, and reluctantly sat down at her desk, wincing as her bottom made contact with the seat. She hadn't been given permission to use a padded chair. Amanda caught Olivia's eye and offered a sympathetic wink. Olivia looked lost and in need of a hug, although Amanda was certain that Captain Cragen had already given her one. Olivia and the Captain shared a special relationship and he always offered her a few more reassurances than the rest of them. Unfortunately for Olivia's bottom, she was sentenced to desk duty for the rest of the day, which meant another five hours of sitting. When it was time to clock out, Amanda stood from her desk, gathered her things, and approached Olivia's desk.
"Hey, baby. Ready to get up?" Amanda smiled kindly.
"I've been ready for hours." Olivia smiled and stood from her desk.
"It's your night to cook dinner. Do you have something in mind or are we swinging by someplace for take-out on the way home?" The blonde detective asked.
"I put dinner in the crockpot this morning before work. It's been cooking all day, so it should be almost ready." Olivia explained.
"Good girl." Amanda praised and Olivia smiled.
Olivia followed Amanda to the car and winced again as her sore bottom made contact with the passenger seat while Amanda slid behind the wheel. Unfortunately, rush hour in New York City was a beast and the traffic was insane. Amanda glanced over and noticed the pained expression on Olivia's face and reached over to hold her hand.
"I'm getting us home as fast as I can, sweetheart. Tell me what happened today."
"I lost my cool and got kind of rough in the interrogation room again. Cragen paddled me for my temper." Olivia explained.
"At least you don't have a habit of flipping chairs over." Amanda smiled, remembering her own punishment for losing her temper in the interrogation room.
"Mandy… are you going to spank me again?" Olivia asked, already knowing the answer.
"I want to look at your bottom first, but yes, I am. You know the rules."
"Yes, Ma'am." Olivia sighed sadly and nodded. A spanking at work always meant a spanking at home.
What was normally a forty-five minute drive turned into almost two hours as Amanda carefully weaved through traffic. When they finally arrived, Olivia hurried to the kitchen to turn the crockpot off so dinner wouldn't burn.
"It smells good, baby." Amanda complimented.
"It's ready whenever you want it." Olivia confirmed.
"Let's go ahead and eat first. Then I'll take a look at your bottom and we'll get your spanking over with." Amanda suggested.
After they finished dinner and cleaned up the kitchen, Amanda took Olivia into the bedroom. Knowing what was expected of her, Olivia pulled her pants and panties down and off her body and bent across the bed.
"Ouch." Amanda sympathized, gently gliding her hand across Olivia's punished bottom, carefully inspecting the redness.
"Yeah." Olivia sniffled in agreement. Captain Cragen rarely went easy with the paddle.
"Did you at least get a hug after?" Amanda asked protectively. She and Cragen were going to have words tomorrow morning if he dared to leave Olivia without comfort after such an ordeal.
"Yes, of course. He held me for about five minutes." Olivia assured her. Captain Cragen was her father and would never leave her without comfort.
"Good. I think the wooden spoon will be sufficient for tonight." Amanda decided.
"Yes, Ma'am." Olivia's lower lip trembled, but she didn't argue as she stood up to retrieve the wooden spoon from the kitchen. It could have been much worse; the wooden spoon was far more lenient than most of the implements Olivia had become familiar with over the years. Her bottom must be in quite a state already if Amanda was choosing to show such mercy.
Amanda sat down on the bed and waited for Olivia to return. When she did, Olivia knelt at Amanda's feet, offered her the spoon, and listened obediently to Amanda's gentle scolding, lecturing Olivia on watching her temper in the interrogation room, reminding her that there was no shame in tapping out and letting another detective take over if she felt like she needed a break. IAB had been on their tails about some of their techniques, it was imperative that all of the detectives showed restraint and impeccable behavior in the interrogation room.
"Over." Amanda pointed to her lap. It was time to stop talking and get this show on the road.
Olivia reluctantly draped herself across Amanda's lap, presenting her already spanked bottom for punishment. Amanda raised up her hand and brought it down sharply. Olivia started to cry almost immediately, wincing at the sting. Amanda peppered Olivia's bottom with hard spanks, causing her bottom to turn an even deeper shade of red. After several long minutes, when Olivia was crying freely, Amanda paused long enough to pick up the wooden spoon. Olivia wailed as the wooden spoon punished her naughty bottom, gripping the bed sheets to resist the urge to reach back and cover herself. Through her sobs, Olivia babbled frantic apologies and swore on her mother's grave to be a good girl. On top of Cragen's paddling, this was killing her. In her pain, Olivia let a word slip that she was not allowed to say and Amanda chose to pretend not to hear it, sympathetically understanding that it wasn't always easy to control one's tongue when one's bottom was on fire. Olivia finally collapsed across Amanda's lap, her will broken. When Amanda felt Olivia go limp across her lap, the spanking ended immediately. There was a difference between a broken will and a broken spirit. Amanda wanted to break Olivia's will, never her spirit. Amanda threw down the wooden spoon as if it had burned her and gently rubbed Olivia's heaving back, letting Olivia catch her breath and listening to Olivia sob. The blonde detective picked up her sobbing wife and cuddled her close to her heart.
"S-s-so-s-sorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Olivia wailed, clinging to Amanda for dear life.
"I know you're sorry, baby. Just cry it all out. Everything is forgiven and you're still my good girl." Amanda assured the sobbing woman kindly.
Amanda took aftercare almost more seriously than the punishment, believing that even the harshest of spankings was useless if there was no love to back it up. She cuddled Olivia in her arms and lovingly cooed in her ear, soothing her physically and emotionally, gently stroking Olivia's long brown hair. Olivia would be allowed to cry for as long as she wanted to and Amanda would hold her and comfort her until Olivia decided that her crying was done. Olivia was a strong woman and normally would be embarrassed to let anyone hold her like this while she was in such a hysterical state, but after the pain of a good, hard spanking she relished a good cry in Amanda's arms.
When Olivia was completely calm, Amanda sent her to the corner for her usual post-spanking cornertime to reflect on the punishment and the reasons for it. Olivia stood with her hands on her head and her punished bottom on display. Amanda lounged on the bed, staying close by to watch over Olivia and keep an eye on the clock.