A/N: This ended up being a long one. Several of you have requested more stories featuring Amanda/Casey, so here's one. There is another one coming featuring Olivia/Casey, which I've never really written before, so it will be something different for you other than my usual Olivia/Alex, although that is still my personal favorite and there is a lot more of that coming too. Enjoy! :-)
Casey fiddled nervously with the hem of her pencil skirt as she sat waiting to be called into the courtroom. She hadn't called Amanda to tell her what was going on and wondered if there was still time to do so. Just as she was reaching for her cell phone, the door opened and the bailiff looked at her.
"It's your turn, Ms. Novak."
The nervous redhead breathed an apprehensive sigh as she stood and walked into the courtroom with all the dignity she could muster, which wasn't much given the circumstances. The courtroom was empty except for Lena Petrovsky sitting on the bench, Liz Donnelly standing at the podium, and twelve members of the state bar association sitting in the jury box. Casey took her place standing before the judge.
"I take it Detective Rollins will not be joining us, Ms. Novak?" Lena asked. It wasn't uncommon for Tops to accompany their brats to the courtroom in these situations.
"No, your honor." Casey replied, struggling to keep her voice from shaking.
"All right, then. Ms. Novak, you stand accused of committing a Brady violation. The state bar association has investigated your actions and finds you guilty of withholding evidence in a trial proceeding. You are hereby sentenced to a judicial strapping and censure for a period of at least one year, possibly as many as three years, effective immediately. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"No, your honor."
"Then assume the position." Lena instructed.
Casey forced herself to walk over to the table that was set up in full view of the jury box and bent over it. The bailiff walked over and took hold of Casey's wrists to keep her in place. Liz picked up the heavy prison strap used specifically for judicial strappings. Liz lifted Casey's skirt and pulled down her panties, revealing her bare bottom to its waiting audience. Casey took a deep breath and let it out slowly, her face nearly as red as her hair. Liz tapped the strap against Casey's bottom to let her know it was coming. Casey squeezed her eyes closed in fearful anticipation and forced herself not to scream as the strap landed sharply on her tender bottom. Liz didn't waste any time and quickly delivered the second lick, followed by another, and another, and another, and another. It didn't take very long before Casey had tears streaming down her pretty face and had no choice but to be vocal about the pain, although she still tried her best not to make too much of a scene, wanting to preserve at least some of her dignity. It seemed to go on forever and Casey finally collapsed on the table in a puddle of sobs, resigned to submitting to the pain for however long Liz intended to continue. Out of the corner of her eye, Liz saw Lena's hand signal and with five final licks, the awful punishment finally came to an end. Liz carefully put Casey's clothes to rights and took a step back to allow Casey some space to recover and the bailiff let go of Casey's wrists. With the punishment complete, the twelve members of the state bar association quietly left the jury box and exited the courtroom, satisfied with the results of the punishment. For several minutes, the sound of Casey's sobs echoed off the walls of the courtroom until the sobbing woman finally realized that she was no longer being strapped and was no longer being restrained and her modesty had been restored. She sobbed for a while longer and then slowly pushed herself up from the table.
"Sign here, please." the bailiff handed Casey a clipboard and a pen.
Barely able to see through the tears in her eyes, Casey signed the necessary forms as quickly as possible and then turned and fled the courtroom. She went to the bathroom and splashed water on her face. She took several slow, deep breaths to calm herself further and walked out of the bathroom, through the hallways of the building, and stepped through the front doors out into the world. To her horror, she realized that the only way she had of getting home was driving, and driving required sitting. With no other alternative, Casey very slowly slid behind the wheel of her car, choking on a sob when her punished bottom made contact with the seat. She was understandably distracted as she drove home, the whole time wondering how she was ever going to explain this mess to Amanda. Her thoughts were interrupted when she glanced in the rearview mirror and saw flashing red and blue lights behind her. She suddenly realized that she had been so distracted that she was going way too fast. She pulled over and rolled her window down as an officer approached.
"Ma'am, are you aware that you were driving 55 miles an hour in a 40 mile an hour zone?" the officer inquired.
"I'm sorry, officer. I have a lot on my mind and I was distracted. I'll pay more attention from now on." Casey promised.
"See that you do. I'll have to write you a citation." the officer pulled out his pad and pen.
Casey wasn't sure whether to throw up or burst into sobs again. She was already going to be in huge trouble with Amanda, and getting a ticket for speeding was only going to make her situation much worse. She was careful to pay strict attention and drive very carefully the rest of the way home. She kicked off her heels and went straight to the bedroom where she stripped out of her pencil skirt, blouse, and panties. She threw on a comfy t-shirt and, still naked from the waist down, curled up fetal on the bed. She burst into sobs for the second time and carefully rubbed her bottom to soothe the pain.
"Hey, baby, I'm home! Whoa, ow!" Amanda caught herself as she stumbled walking through the door of the apartment. She looked down and sighed when she saw Casey's heels lying haphazardly on the floor. She picked them up and walked down the hall to the bedroom, prepared to scold her naughty redhead for not taking better care of her things.
Amanda grew concerned as she walked down the hall and could hear Casey's hysterical sobbing. She walked into the bedroom and found Casey curled up fetal on the bed. Casey's shoes were immediately forgotten when Amanda saw Casey's punished bottom. It was obvious that Casey had been strapped, and quite soundly. Amanda immediately knew that something relatively significant had taken place that day in her absence. Paddling or caning were the usual method of workplace discipline for typical, everyday discipline issues. Strapping was only used to punish fireable offenses. Amanda put her gun and badge away and changed her clothes, and as she did so she took the time to battle with her emotions. It was completely obvious that Casey had done something to put her job on the line, but judging by how hard Casey was sobbing, now was obviously not the appropriate time to scold her, so Amanda spent a few minutes calming herself before she approached her sobbing wife and sat down on the bed, making everything about her facial expression, body language, and tone of voice very gentle and loving as she gathered Casey in her arms to cuddle her on her lap. Casey immediately threw her arms around Amanda, clinging to her for dear life as she sobbed on her shoulder.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There, there. Cry it out, baby girl." Amanda soothed.
"D-Don't h-ha-h-hate meeeeeeeeeee!" Casey wailed between sobs.
"Never, my angel. I will always love you no matter what you do or how you behave. Even when I am momentarily disappointed in your actions, I am never disappointed in you. I might have to punish you, but I will never hate you."
Safe in Amanda's arms, Casey sobbed for a few minutes until she calmed enough to be able to explain the whole story, including the ticket she had received on the way home, figuring that it was best to be completely honest. Amanda held Casey in her arms and listened quietly. Her first thought was that they couldn't survive on Amanda's paycheck alone, so Casey would have to find something to do to bring in money. They both knew that Casey would be lucky if she was let off with only a one-year censure; more than likely, it would be three years before Casey could apply to get her job back. Her second thought was the fact that Casey had put her life in danger by speeding, something that would not be tolerated no matter how sore Casey already was.
"Are you sure you don't hate me?" Casey whimpered when she had calmed down.
"I'm very sure, sweetheart. I'm very proud of you for telling me the whole truth and not trying to hide anything from me. So here's what we are going to do; in just a minute, you are going to be punished for speeding and putting your life in danger. Your punishment for getting censured is going to be postponed until you are no longer sore. You're going to be completely honest and as soon as you are no longer sore, you are going to tell me that you're ready for your punishment. Do you understand everything I just said?"
"Yes, Ma'am. But… Mandy… please… it hurts so bad… can't we postpone the whole thing until I'm not sore anymore?" Casey asked hopefully.
"No, we can't do that, baby. I know it hurts, these are the consequences of your actions. Take your clothes off and bring me the wooden spoon from the kitchen, please." Amanda instructed.
Casey breathed a sigh of relief and choked on a sob at the same time. The wooden spoon was technically a mild implement compared to many of the other implements that Casey had experienced on her bare bottom over the years. She suspected that she was being let off easy; if she hadn't already been strapped, she knew that Amanda would be caning her for putting her life in danger. And she had no idea what Amanda had in mind as her punishment for being censured, but if it was being postponed until she was no longer sore, then Casey knew that it was going to be a doozy. Casey stood up and took off her t-shirt and bra, then she went to the kitchen and quickly returned with the wooden spoon, handing it over to her stern but loving disciplinarian.
"What am I going to do with this?" Amanda prompted.
"Please spank me on my naughty bare bottom, Ma'am." Casey responded meekly.
Casey blushed sixteen shades of red as she obediently draped her naked body across Amanda's lap, offering her bare, red bottom for punishment. Amanda raised up her strong right hand and brought it down sharply on Casey's punished bottom. Casey howled; just because Amanda wasn't going to cane her didn't mean that she wasn't going to give the naughty redhead a very sound spanking. Without thinking, Casey threw her hand back to cover herself, then she immediately snatched her hand back in front of her when she realized what she had done.
"Give me your hand, young lady. You know better." Amanda scolded.
With a fearful whimper, Casey let Amanda trap her hand in the small of her back to keep it out of further trouble and then resumed the punishment.
"I'm sorry!" Casey burst into tears.
"I know you are, baby. I understand it hurts."
In Casey's mind, the spanking seemed to go on for hours. Amanda paused long enough to pick up the wooden spoon and Casey actually tried to pull her hand out of Amanda's grip so that she could cover her bottom, quickly growing almost hysterical.
"Casey, I promise we are almost done, but if you start fighting me now, this is going to last much longer than either of us want it to." Amanda warned sternly.
"M-Mandy, p-p-pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease! Oh, pleeeeeeeease!" Casey sobbed.
"Almost done, baby, I promise. If you take it like a big girl, you can skip corner time and I'll hold you." Amanda promised.
Upon hearing this, Casey forced herself to lie still over Amanda's lap, but she began to cry even harder. The sound of Casey's cries was breaking Amanda's heart as she raised up the wooden spoon and brought it down sharply on Casey's unspanked sit-spots, having mercy on Casey's thoroughly punished bottom, although it certainly didn't feel like mercy to Casey as the redhead burst into helpless, heart-wrenching sobs. Once again, in Casey's mind it seemed to go on for hours, but as soon as Amanda felt Casey go limp across her lap, the spanking was immediately over and Amanda threw down the wooden spoon as if it had burned her. She made everything about her body language, facial expression, and tone of voice very gentle and loving as she reached for the arnica and rubbed a generous portion onto Casey's sore bottom and sit-spots, being as feather gentle as possible. As promised, Amanda did not make Casey go to the corner, but instead let her rest across her lap while she continued to rub Casey's bottom and sit-spots to soothe the pain. Casey finally realized that she was no longer being spanked and through her sobs she begged to be cuddled. Amanda immediately picked her up and cuddled Casey close to her heart.
"Come here, sweetheart. There, there. That's my good girl. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I know, I know it hurts, baby. You go right ahead and just cry it out as much as you want. It's all over. You still have a little more punishment coming, but we don't have to worry about it for a few days. You've already been forgiven, sweetie."
Casey sobbed on Amanda's shoulder for a long time and fell asleep in her arms. At bedtime, Casey found herself across Amanda's lap again, but this time it was to comfort her rather than punish her as Amanda carefully rubbed more arnica on Casey's bottom. The blonde detective carefully pulled Casey's pajama pants back into place and gently tucked Casey into bed, cuddling the sad redhead close to her heart until she was asleep.
Casey made certain to be on her most angelic behavior in the following days, not wanting to give Amanda any reason to give her even a warning spank, let alone a full spanking. Amanda gave Casey arnica every day to help the healing process along, and although normally Casey would be ecstatic that she was getting less sore every day, this time it just made her nervous, knowing that once she was no longer sore she had one more punishment coming. Casey battled with her nerves and squashed them, not wanting her attitude to get her into trouble. One morning, Casey crawled out of bed and wandered to the kitchen in search of coffee.
"Morning, love. Want coffee?" Amanda smiled as she poured her own cup of coffee and then poured a cup for Casey.
"Thanks, babe. Aren't you late for work?" Casey accepted the cup gratefully and glanced at the clock.
"No. It's my day off, remember?" Amanda replied, taking a sip of her own coffee.
"Oh, yeah. I guess I've lost track of the days. Um… I… uh…"
Amanda looked in Casey's eyes and could see Casey battling with herself, and had a feeling she knew exactly what was on Casey's mind. She waited patiently to see what Casey would do.
"I'm not sore anymore." Casey forced herself to admit, already blinking back tears.
Amanda smiled lovingly and kissed Casey's forehead, nose, and lips.
"I'm so proud of you, baby. I haven't had a day off for a while, so I think today we can just spend time together, and we'll worry about your punishment at bedtime. Does that sound fair?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Thank you." Casey smiled gratefully.
They had a great day together, Amanda made it her priority to shower Casey with affection. At one point, Casey got grumpy about her approaching punishment. Amanda put her hands on her hips and wore a stern expression on her face.
"I see someone needs an attitude adjustment. Come here, young lady." Amanda sat down on the couch.
Casey whimpered. She had been trying so hard not to let her attitude get her in trouble. But she was too well trained to disobey, so she walked over to where Amanda sat. To her utter shock, Amanda guided her over her lap without even taking her jeans down first. She burst into peals of shocked laughter when Amanda began to tickle her along her sides, she squirmed to get away, but she was trapped over Amanda's lap.
"Mercy! Mercy!" Casey squealed, panting as the tickling finally stopped.
"No more attitude. No, no, no, no, no." Amanda scolded playfully, punctuating each of the five 'no's' with light, playful spanks on Casey's jean-clad bottom. Then she turned Casey face up on her lap and kissed her deeply.
When the couple came up for air, Casey sighed happily and snuggled into Amanda's arms for a cuddle on her lap.
Bedtime came much too quickly for Casey's taste, but in a way she was glad that the whole thing would soon be over with. When the news was over, Amanda sent Casey off to the bedroom with a gentle spank. Knowing what was expected of her, Casey stripped out of her clothes and stood naked in the corner with her hands on her head. Her bottom was completely healed with no signs of her previous punishments, and Casey wondered with trepidation what exactly Amanda had in mind for her. Casey reasoned that it was entirely possible that Amanda was going to give her another strapping, or possibly even the caning she should have had days earlier. The nervous redhead breathed an apprehensive sigh, resigned to the fact that she had no control over what implement or implements Amanda was going to use to punish her naughty bottom.
Amanda walked into the bedroom, pleased to find Casey in the corner where she was supposed to be. She left Casey in the corner for a while longer as she went to the closet, changed into her pajama pants and top, and rummaged through their collection of implements, debating in her mind. Coming to a decision, Amanda picked up the cane. Amanda didn't use the cane very often. Generally the cane was only reserved for situations where Casey unnecessarily put her life in danger, but Amanda reluctantly decided that getting censured was worth a caning.
"Come here, little one." Amanda called, placing a pillow on the bed.
Casey turned from the corner and immediately began to cry when she saw the cane in Amanda's right hand, but she didn't argue and without being told, she bent across the bed with the pillow under her hips elevating her bottom.
"Why are you being caned, young lady?" Amanda tapped the cane against Casey's bottom.
"Because I got censured. I'll find something else to do until I can get my job back, Mandy, I promise." Casey's lower lip trembled.
"I know you will, I've seen you filling out applications. Something will come through. But right now I'm afraid this naughty bottom needs to learn another lesson."
As the cane landed sharply across her bottom, Casey howled and sobbed, but she was determined to take her punishment like a good girl and gripped the bed sheets until her knuckles were white. She lost track of how many licks Amanda had given her so far, but it had to be at least ten, with no signs of stopping anytime soon. The most licks Casey had ever received with the cane was twenty four, and that was exactly how many licks Amanda gave her this time. After the final lick, Amanda threw down the cane as if it had burned her and kicked it under the bed out of sight, then she rushed to comfort her distraught wife, lying limp on the bed sobbing brokenly.
"Come here, baby girl. I have more arnica for you." Amanda cooed lovingly as she sat down on the bed and showed Casey the bottle in her hand.
Casey practically dove across Amanda's lap and continued to sob while Amanda very gently rubbed arnica on her caned bottom. Amanda let Casey rest across her lap for several minutes, gently rubbing her bottom. When Casey was a little calmer, Amanda gently rubbed her naked back.
"It's time to go to the corner as usual, baby. Fifteen minutes, then I'll hold you." Amanda said kindly.
Casey pushed herself up from Amanda's lap and went back to stand in the corner with her hands on her head. When Amanda finally called her out of the corner, her hands flew down to soothe her punished bottom as she walked back over to where Amanda was still sitting on the bed and curled up on her lap for a well-deserved cuddle. Amanda welcomed Casey into her arms and gently kissed the top of Casey's head.