Amanda stormed angrily into Olivia's office, loudly slamming the door behind her and making the blinds rattle. She spotted a neat stack of files on the desk and threw them to the floor, making a mess of scattered papers all over the floor. Olivia looked up from her computer and took off her glasses. Amanda was pregnant for the third time with what they were certain was going to be a boy, and as far as Olivia was concerned Amanda's hormone swings with this little one were far worse than they had been when Amanda was pregnant with Jessie or Billie. Since she had become pregnant again, Amanda wasn't getting the physical discipline she craved and it was starting to show in her behavior. After the baby was born Olivia planned to take Amanda to the club for a proper session to re-establish Amanda's place as a treasured submissive in their household, but that was going to have to wait until after Christmas.
"First of all, Fin just spent over an hour alphabetizing and cross-referencing those, and I'd hate to be you when I tell him he has to do it over again. Secondly, you need to apologize to my door. And third, what the hell is the matter?" Olivia noted with concern that Amanda looked as if her head was about to explode.
"Kim." Amanda growled, pacing the length of the small office. Olivia sighed.
"Amanda, you know how I feel about you getting mixed up in her craziness. She's nearly cost you your badge twice. And need I remind you that we're still working on re-furnishing our apartment after she robbed us blind?"
"You need not remind me. She got picked up again, for prostitution. She just called me from Riker's and wants me to come bail her out again. Same old story, hurricane Kim makes sucky decisions, and here comes big sis to the rescue."
"If it were my decision, I would let her rot in there. I'm not going to tell you that you can't go down there, it's your choice, but think very carefully before you decide either way. I love you and your family is my family, but I don't trust Kim any further than I could throw her. And she is not allowed to crash at our apartment again where she has access to our daughters and our stuff. You, Jessie, Billie, and this little guy are my responsibility and I will do whatever I have to do to protect all four of you." Olivia gently rubbed Amanda's pregnant belly, even though it was still early enough in Amanda's pregnancy that she was barely even starting to show at all.
"Yes, Ma'am. Thanks for taking care of us." Amanda smiled.
"My pleasure, my angel. Now, I have work to do, so scoot." Olivia gave Amanda a gentle spank to her bottom.
Amanda left Olivia's office and Fin walked in just as Olivia sat down at her desk to make a phone call.
"Hey, Liv, Officer Montero says he has- what the hell happened to the files?!" Fin gazed in despair at his ruined file work.
"Hurricane Amanda blew through. And you are not allowed to give her a hard time about it." Olivia warned.
"Not even just one punch? It doesn't even have to be a punch to the face, just one punch to the arm." Fin grumbled as he bent down to pick up the files and returned to his desk to reorganize them.
Amanda drove to Riker's and walked up to the front desk flashing her badge.
"I'm here to pick up Kimberly Rollins."
"Hey, Joe! Transfer for prisoner 24601!" the officer behind the desk called out.
"Hi, Amanda! I knew you'd come!" Kim smiled brightly, clearly still a little bit high from whatever new drug she had recently gotten addicted to.
Olivia had agreed to let Amanda pay for a hotel room for Kim to stay in for a few days, so Amanda put Kim in the car and drove to the hotel. Kim had none of her belongings with her except a wad of cash stuffed in her bra, so Amanda simply opened the door of Kim's room and ushered her inside, closing the door behind them.
"Mommy!" Jessie and Billie squealed as they let go of the babysitter's hands and ran into Olivia's open arms.
"Hi, babies! How was daycare?" Olivia smiled, hugging and kissing both of her girls and giving Billie an extra squeeze when the little blonde girl lifted her arms, wanting to be picked up.
"Peter stole my crayons but I didn't bite him this time, I told Ms. Myling instead and I didn't get in trouble and Peter got a time-out." Billie announced.
"Good girl for using your words. When we get home, I think Mommy just might have a chocolate chip cookie for both of my good girls." Olivia winked.
"Mommy, where's Mama?" Jessie asked, looking around the precinct trying to spot Amanda.
"It's okay, Jessie, Mama's working." Olivia smiled.
Meanwhile, Amanda was sitting on the bed in the hotel room and Kim was pitching a fit over Amanda's lap while Amanda pulled down Kim's booty shorts and thong. It was still very early in Amanda's pregnancy so she was still thin enough that Kim fit over her lap comfortably.
"Stop! You're not Mama! I'm not a baby!" Kim hollered, struggling to get up from Amanda's lap, but since Kim was still a little bit high Amanda had no problem keeping her in place.
"You're right, I'm not Mama, but I'm going to do what Mama should have done to you a long time ago, or rather, I'm going to do what Mama never should have stopped doing to you in the first place. And I know it sounds cliche, but when you stop acting like a baby I'll stop treating you like one." Amanda scolded.
A small wooden paddle with six holes seemed to materialize out of nowhere and Kim's blue eyes nearly popped out of her head. She hadn't noticed Amanda bring anything into the room with her and couldn't figure out where the paddle had come from, but she had a pretty good idea what Amanda planned to do with the paddle, and Kim wanted no part of it.
"Come on, Amanda! Let's just talk about this!" Kim whined, making another effort to get up.
"Nope, talking doesn't seem to do you any good. I keep trying to bail you out of trouble because you're my little sister and I love you, and all you do is screw me over with your money schemes and drug deals and stealing. And for the love of all that is holy, lay still! I am too hormonal to wrestle with you today!" Amanda popped Kim's bottom sharply with the paddle.
"OW!" Kim yelped, shocked by the ferocious sting, and stopped trying to get up.
"Thank you. Now listen up and listen good. I've just about had it with you and you are going to get a good, hard paddling whether you want one or not. If multiple arrests and a permanent police record aren't enough to get through to you, maybe spending the next few days sitting on a blistered bottom will help. And, bonus, a paddling might actually keep you alive for a few more days, because you aren't going to want to walk around half naked prostituting yourself because you won't want the Johns to see your bottom."
"Amanda, you don't have to do this! At least not with that thing! I'll check into rehab, I'll get clean, I'll get a real job and I'll pay you back for everything I stole from you!" Kim whined.
"Yes, you are going to pay us back for stealing from us. You're paying for it right now with your bottom over my knee. You are also going to check into rehab and you are going to stay there for as long as it takes to get some real help, and if I find out you aren't putting in the work, you'll be right back over my knee so fast it will make your head spin." Amanda stated firmly, raising up the paddle.
After just five spanks, Kim began to wail loudly and dramatically, trying to convince Amanda that she'd had enough, but Amanda was smart enough to recognize crocodile tears when she saw them and she continued to paddle Kim's bottom, ignoring Kim's theatrics. After a few more spanks, Kim seemed to realize that her plan wasn't working and she quieted down a bit. Kim's bottom was paddled to a healthy shade of bright cherry red and then began to turn crimson with a small crop of mild blisters. After a particularly hard spank on top of one of her fresh blisters, Kim finally gave in and began to cry genuine tears. Whether they were simply tears of pain or tears of remorse was anyone's guess.
"Why are you being spanked, Kimberly Jane?" Amanda inquired.
"Because I keep making bad decisions and I lied to you and I stole from you and I almost got you fired and I'm sooooorrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy!" Kim choked out.
"You will be by the time I'm finished with you." Amanda raised the paddle again.
"NO!" Kim wailed and reached her hand back to cover her bottom.
"Do you remember what Mama used to do to us when we reached back during a spanking?" Amanda threatened.
"You don't have one here." Kim pouted defiantly.
"No, but there's a Bible in that drawer over there, that will work just as well."
"It's a sin to hit someone with a Bible." Kim sniffled.
"I'm sure God would understand. And I'm not hitting you, I'm spanking you."
"Whatever." Kim slumped over Amanda's lap and continued to pout.
"Really? You're lying over my lap with a bottom that looks like a piece of tenderized hamburger and you're still copping an attitude?" Amanda raised an eyebrow.
"Let me up!" Kim whined.
"Sure, as soon as you drop the attitude and actually apologize for real, which I haven't heard you do yet, we'll be done." Amanda raised the paddle and continued to spank.
"Ow! Ouch! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'm so very sorry! Please, Amanda, I'm sorry!" Kim babbled frantically.
"Hmm. Nope, not convinced yet." Amanda said.
Kim wasn't sure how much more of the paddling she could take. She knew what Amanda wanted to hear, it was the same thing that their mother always wanted to hear to know that they were genuinely sorry for getting into mischief, but she was too prideful and stubborn to say it to her sister. There was a big difference between saying it to Beth Anne as a little girl and saying it to Amanda as an adult.
"I'll be a good girl!" Kim finally wailed, unable to stand it for one more second as she went limp across Amanda's lap and dissolved into a puddle of sobs.
That was the signal Amanda had been waiting for, and she immediately tossed the paddle aside. She reached into her purse to retrieve a tube of arnica and very, very gently rubbed a generous portion onto Kim's thoroughly punished bottom. Kim slowly calmed down as the arnica worked its magic.
"Go wash your face, sweetheart, then come straight back to me." Amanda instructed.
Kim carefully pushed herself up from Amanda's lap and obediently disappeared into the bathroom to do as she was told. When Kim walked back into the room, Amanda handed her a change of clothes; a pair of white cotton panties, a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt. Kim wasn't sure what Amanda had done with her booty shorts, and thong, and she didn't want to ask. She took off her tank top and handed it over to Amanda, swapping it for the t-shirt and whimpering as she pulled the panties and sweatpants over her bottom. Amanda pulled back the covers on the bed and guided Kim to lie down on her belly, covering her with the sheets for a nap. Amanda sat beside Kim's body on the bed, held her hand securely, and gently played with her hair to soothe her.
"I'm right here until you fall asleep, then I'll let myself out. I'll be back tomorrow at seven o' clock in the morning to take you to check in at Maple Valley Rehab. That'll be your new home for a while, and remember what I said: if I find out you're not putting in the work, you'll go straight back over my knee for another spanking."
"Yes, Ma'am." Kim sniffled.
"You know I love you, right?" Amanda smiled.
"Even though I'm a pain in your butt?" Kim yawned. Amanda chuckled.
"Even then." Amanda nodded.
"Yeah. I love you too, sissy." Kim mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.