"Morning, love." Olivia smiled when Amanda walked into the kitchen dressed for work, handing her a cup of coffee.
"Morning, baby. How'd you sleep?" Amanda kissed Olivia's forehead, nose, and lips.
"Like a log. You?" Olivia poured her own cup of coffee and joined Amanda sitting at the table.
"Great. Thanks for making the coffee this morning."
When it was time to leave for work, the two women went down to the parking garage to the car. Olivia crawled into the passenger seat while Amanda slid behind the wheel. The blonde detective put the key in the ignition and frowned when the engine sputtered but the car did not turn on. Her frown deepened when she saw what the problem was.
"Liv, didn't I ask you yesterday to make sure the gas tank was full?"
"Oh God. I forgot." Olivia grew pale. Amanda sighed.
"All right, we'll have to grab a taxi. Come on, we don't want to be late."
The two women got out of the car again. Amanda glanced around and when she didn't see anyone else, she bent Olivia over the hood of the car and raised up her hand, giving Olivia's bottom thirty sharp spanks. Olivia winced but since the spanks were over her pants, she didn't cry out. When Amanda let her up, Olivia reached back to rub the light sting away, but Amanda took her hand and led her out of the parking garage in search of a taxi. By the time they arrived at the precinct, the sting was gone. Olivia knew better than to think that she would get off so easily; she knew full well that there would be more discipline after work, but she didn't have time to dwell on that fact as she hurried into her office to answer the phone.
Several hours later, Olivia heaved a deep, tired sigh as she walked back into the apartment trailing behind Amanda, closing and locking the door behind them and kicking her shoes off. Olivia loved her job as the Captain of her squad and wouldn't trade it for anything, but after a long day it was nice to be home where Amanda was in charge of most of the decisions and the only responsibility Olivia had was to be a good girl.
"Put those away properly. One of us is going to trip." Amanda pointed at Olivia's shoes lying haphazardly on the floor.
Olivia obediently put her shoes away properly and the two women went to the bedroom to put their guns and badges away. Olivia began to change out of her work clothes into jeans and a t-shirt.
"I'm going to take a quick shower. Some of us have been running through the filthy city all afternoon arresting people instead of sitting in a cozy, air-conditioned office doing paperwork and answering the phone," Amanda teased good-naturedly, "sit on the bed and wait for me."
"Yes, Ma'am." Olivia obediently sat down.
Amanda disappeared into the bathroom. Olivia sat cross-legged on the bed fiddling with the edge of the comforter thinking about her current predicament. Her last punishment, the highlight of which had been twenty hard licks of the cane, had been enough to keep the brunette detective out of trouble for quite a long time. Olivia squirmed, already thinking about how much her spanking was going to hurt. Amanda was very loving but also very strict, particularly about things like irresponsibility. After a while, Olivia heard the shower turn off and Amanda emerged wearing her robe. Olivia got down on her knees and gently rubbed lotion onto Amanda's legs. Amanda smiled, recognizing the gesture as one of apology. Olivia stayed kneeling at Amanda's feet and gazed up at her adoringly, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, Amanda had changed her mind.
"Thank you, sweetie. Do you understand why you're in trouble?" Amanda inquired, dashing Olivia's hope.
"Yes, Ma'am. Because I didn't fill up the gas in the car yesterday. I swear I didn't do it on purpose, Mandy. I just forgot." Olivia frowned.
"I know you didn't do it on purpose, baby. I would never think you would do something like that on purpose. But now we have a problem because we have a dead car in the parking garage that won't go anywhere. We'll fix that later, but right now a certain little one of mine needs a lesson in being responsible. Go get the belt."
"Mandy, please not the belt. I'll be a good girl." Olivia pleaded.
"One… two… thr-"
Olivia knew better than to let Amanda get to five and hurried to retrieve the belt from the closet. Amanda set the belt aside, pulled down Olivia's jeans and panties, and guided the brunette detective over her lap. Olivia draped herself in the familiar position, already sniffling. Amanda raised up her hand and brought it down sharply. Olivia forced herself to lie obediently still and let the spanking happen, clasping her hands together as if in prayer to resist the urge to reach back and cover herself.
"Toes on the floor." Amanda instructed when Olivia's legs started to kick a little too much, slightly adjusting Olivia's position over her lap so that she was lying at a slight angle and her toes were on the floor, making it impossible for Olivia to kick her legs.
"I'm sorry! It hurts!" Olivia wept, knowing that her kicking was going to have consequences.
"I know it hurts, sweetheart. It's supposed to hurt. No more kicking." Amanda scolded, spanking Olivia's tender sit-spots and thighs to make her point. It wasn't an arbitrary command, it was a safety issue.
"Owwwwwwwwwwww!" Olivia wailed as Amanda punished her tender thighs.
When Olivia's bottom was a uniform shade of cherry red and the naughty brunette was crying freely, Amanda paused and listened to Olivia cry for a moment. The blonde detective gently guided Olivia to her feet, placed a pillow on the bed, and picked up the belt. Olivia cried harder.
"Hug first?" Olivia pleaded, feeling vulnerable and somewhat unloved for the moment, needing to know that Amanda still loved her. Amanda's heart broke and she willingly wrapped her crying wife in her arms.
"I love you, angel. You're being a good girl." Amanda praised kindly.
"Please don't spank my thighs with that." Olivia pleaded, referring to the belt.
"Don't kick and I won't have to." Amanda told her.
Olivia reluctantly laid down on the bed with the pillow under her hips elevating her red bottom, obediently presenting her bottom for the belt. Amanda brought the belt down with expert skill and Olivia cried out in pain. After a while, Amanda squatted down next to Olivia's head to look her in the eye, reaching out to gently brush Olivia's long brown hair out of her face.
"Do you remember what this spanking is for, sweetheart?" Amanda inquired.
"B-b-because I w-was i-i-ir-irre-irresponsible a-and d-didn't p-put gas in the c-car." Olivia pushed out between sobs.
"That's my good girl. I think you're learning your lesson. We're almost done. You're getting twenty more and you're going to count them. If you mess up, we start over and you'll get twenty five."
"Y-yes, M-M-Ma'am." Olivia struggled to calm herself enough to count properly.
"Good girl. Bottom up." Amanda instructed.
WHACK!
"One, Ma'am!" Olivia winced.
WHACK!
"Ouch! T-two, Ma'am!"
WHACK!
"OWWW! T-th-th-three, Ma'am!"
Halfway through, Olivia got confused and miscounted. Amanda's heart broke, but she started over from the beginning, much to Olivia's dismay. After another fifteen strokes of the belt, Olivia was sobbing hysterically and nearly incoherent.
"Last ten, baby. You don't have to count anymore." Amanda decided mercifully and delivered the last ten strokes in quick succession to get it over with.
Olivia howled, convinced that she was never going to be able to sit down again. Amanda threw down the belt as if it had burned her, kicking it under the bed out of sight. The blonde woman sat down on the bed next to her sobbing wife and began to soothe her, gently stroking Olivia's long brown hair and heaving back.
"Such a good girl. It's all over, my love. That's my good girl. You can get up and get a big hug whenever you want, baby girl." Amanda cooed lovingly.
Olivia wanted nothing more in that moment than to be held and cuddled, but she laid on the bed for several minutes and just sobbed brokenly, feeling Amanda's gentle hands rubbing her back and stroking her hair. Amanda sat on the bed with her back against the headboard and Olivia climbed practically on top of her, clinging to the blonde for dear life, sobbing on her chest while Amanda tenderly cuddled the brunette detective.
"That's my good girl. I know that was a very hard spanking, sweetie. I'm so proud of you for being so brave." Amanda praised.
"I'll be good!" Olivia sobbed.
"I know you will, baby girl. You're a very good girl, I know you're going to behave." Amanda assured her.
It took a while, but when Olivia was calm, Amanda sent her to the corner for the usual fifteen minutes. When the fifteen minutes were over, the blonde called her back.
"Do you need another hug, sweetheart?"
Olivia turned from the corner and crawled back into Amanda's arms to be held. The brunette detective yelped when Amanda reached down to tenderly rub her punished bottom, but it felt much better to be rubbed rather than spanked.
"Do you want some ice on that?" Amanda inquired lovingly.
"Yes, please." Olivia nodded against Amanda's shoulder.
Olivia laid on the bed on her stomach. Amanda wrapped some ice in a towel and laid it on Olivia's spanked bottom. Olivia sighed in relief as the cold ice worked its magic. She laid her head on Amanda's lap and relaxed as Amanda played with her hair while the two women lounged on the bed and talked about nothing.