A/N: Written by request. Olivia punishes Grace after she gets drunk. Please don't yell at me, this is entirely fiction, as in not real.
"Olivia! Let's sing!" Grace grinned drunkenly, swaying back and forth.
"Come here, young lady. No singing for you. We are going home and you are going to have a bath and go straight to bed. We'll talk about this in the morning when you're sober enough to have a conversation and understand consequences." Olivia said sternly, guiding Grace to the car and into the passenger seat, leaning in to buckle her seatbelt for her while Grace was trying to pronounce the word 'worcestershire' and giggling when she couldn't do it. As she drove, Olivia used her hands-free phone to make a call.
"Hey, Liv, I just got home. I came back from the ME's office and Fin said you clocked out early. What happened?" Amanda's voice came over the line.
"Long story short, I'm on my way home with Grace and she's completely wasted. She smells like a brewery, I'm going to put her in the tub and then put her to bed."
"Why the hell was she drinking?"
"My guess is that her interview with our good buddy Tucker set her off, he tends to have that effect on people. Whatever triggered it, she disappeared for four hours, ignored my calls, and was technically drinking on the job. I'm going to keep her home from work tomorrow and we're going to be having a very serious discussion, whether she has a hangover or not."
"I have some turmeric green tea in the cabinet above the dishwasher that you can make for her in the morning. It's great for hangovers."
"Thanks. We're a couple blocks away, can you help me get her inside and help me put her in the tub?"
"Sure, I can do that. See you in a few."
When Olivia pulled up in front of the apartment building, Amanda was already standing outside waiting for them.
"Amanda, we should get a pink butterfly for Frannie to sing with!" Grace smiled when Amanda opened up the passenger door and saw Amanda standing there.
"Oh, baby girl, you really messed yourself up. How much did she drink?" Amanda asked as she and Olivia struggled to get Grace out of the car.
"Not a clue. Like I said, she was gone for four hours, so God knows how much she managed to drink in that time, assuming she went straight from Tucker to the bar." Olivia replied.
"Wait." Grace suddenly turned and threw up in the bushes in front of the building. Olivia sighed and gently rubbed her young charge's back while Grace heaved.
When Grace had emptied the contents of her stomach, Olivia and Amanda managed to get her up to the apartment and into the tub despite Grace's twisting and turning, insisting that she was clean and didn't need a bath. There were no bubbles or bath toys this time, with Amanda's assistance Olivia simply washed Grace's body and hair for her, guided Grace out of the tub, changed her into a pair of her big girl pajamas, and tucked her into bed with a trash can within reach. Olivia kissed Grace's head, told her she loved her, and left the room, pulling the door closed behind her. In her drunken state, Grace didn't even realize she was being sent to bed early. She laid in her bed singing to herself for about an hour until she finally passed out mid-chorus.
The next morning, Grace was greeted by a jackhammer in her head and her entire body ached as if she had the flu as she promptly leaned over the side of the bed to throw up in the trash can Olivia had left for her. Olivia heard Grace throwing up and began making the tea Amanda had recommended, resisting the urge to go to her naughty young charge's bedside and instead waiting for Grace to come to her. Grace laid in bed for a while, remembering only bits and pieces of the day before, but remembering enough to guess correctly that she was most likely in big trouble. She looked down at herself and realized that she was freshly bathed and wearing pajamas, but she didn't remember Olivia bathing her or changing her clothes for her. One look at the clock told her that it was well past time for them to be at work, but if she and Olivia were staying home today, that could only mean that her naughty bottom was going to pay dearly for her behavior. The young brunette really didn't want to get out of bed and face her mentor's wrath, but she knew that she couldn't stay in bed forever so she slowly crawled out of bed, hoping that Olivia wasn't too angry to at least hug her. Making a face upon tasting the awful taste in her mouth, Grace stopped by the bathroom to brush her teeth before wandering down the hall in her pajamas in search of Olivia.
"There's a cup of tea and aspirin for you on the table, baby girl. I want you to drink it all, and if you want another cup I'll make you another one." Olivia said when Grace walked into the kitchen looking shy.
"Yes, Ma'am, thanks. Is Amanda home?" Grace asked as she sat down at the table and picked up her cup of tea with shaking hands. Hearing Olivia call her 'baby girl' calmed her nerves a little bit.
"No, she's at work. You and I have a lot to discuss today and she wanted to give us some privacy." Olivia said.
Grace drained her cup of tea and asked for another, and then a third, finding herself incredibly thirsty. While she drank her tea, she explained her actions to the best of her ability, telling Olivia that Ed Tucker had scared her and she wandered around for a couple of hours and then was just planning on having one beer to take the edge off and get the images of Duarte out of her head before coming back to work, but when one beer did nothing to kick Duarte out of her mind, she ordered another one, and before she knew it she was on her fifth beer. When she was finished with her third cup of tea and her thirst was satisfied, Grace looked up at Olivia, her usually dazzling blue eyes bloodshot and sick.
"Can I have a hug?" Grace asked quietly.
"Oh, come here you little brat." Olivia sighed, opening her arms.
Grace got up and hurried into Olivia's arms. Olivia gave her some loving before she gently lifted Grace's chin with her hand.
"You know I will always love you. I don't like disciplining you when you don't feel well, but this can't be put off until you feel better, it's too serious. I'm less angry with you than disappointed in your choices yesterday and you are going to spend all day today being punished. You disobeyed me by not coming back to the precinct after your interview with Tucker, you disappeared for four hours, you ignored all of my phone calls, and you were drinking on the job. That's four offenses, and you are going to be punished for all four of them, in that order. If you had any other Captain besides me, you would automatically lose your shield just for drinking on the job, never mind everything else you did yesterday. It's eight forty now; I want you to get dressed and meet me in the living room at nine o' clock sharp, not one second later, and I would strongly suggest not wearing jeans today. Go." Olivia gave Grace a sharp pop to her pajama-clad bottom.
Grace winced and hurried to her room to get dressed. She couldn't imagine what Olivia could possibly have in store for her if her punishment was going to last all day long. She knew for a fact that Olivia wouldn't hurt her, but she was nervous. Heeding Olivia's advice, Grace did not put on jeans and instead opted for a pair of yoga pants. Olivia was proud when Grace walked into the living room with five minutes to spare. Grace gulped when she saw Olivia sitting on the couch holding the hairbrush and she dropped to her knees at Olivia's feet without being told.
"Now, here's how your day is going to go. In just a few minutes, I'm going to put you over my lap for a bare bottom spanking. In four hours, at one o' clock, I am going to give you another spanking and we will have lunch. At five o' clock you will get another spanking before dinner, and at nine o' clock tonight you will get a fourth spanking, after which you will go straight to bed. In between spankings, I will have other things for you to do. Do you have any questions?"
"I… I… I… four spankings?" Grace's dazzling blue eyes widened.
"Yes, four spankings, one for each offense. All of them with the hairbrush." Olivia held up the hairbrush in her hand, "Now stand up and let's get your first spanking over with, it's nine o' clock. Do you understand why you're being spanked?"
"Yes, Ma'am, because I disobeyed you by not returning to the precinct after my interview with Tucker."
Grace hesitantly stood up. Her hands had stopped shaking, but her head was still pounding and now her bottom wasn't feeling so good either. Olivia pulled Grace's yoga pants and panties down to her knees, guided the younger brunette over her lap there on the couch, and didn't waste any time bringing the hairbrush down sharply on Grace's tender bottom, causing Grace to yelp in surprise, quickly followed by another, and another, and another. Grace soon found herself crying heavily. She had no idea how much she had taken or how much she had left to take. She struggled to keep her hands in front of her, knowing that reaching back was not tolerated. Olivia finally set the hairbrush aside after a few minutes and let Grace lie over her lap for a moment or two catching her breath before she gently guided the younger woman to her feet. Olivia guided Grace over to a corner of the room where she had placed a chair.
"You are going to stay in this corner until one o' clock. You can sit or stand, whichever you choose, and you can leave your pants down or pull them up, your choice. If you get thirsty, you can ask me for a glass of water. If you need the bathroom, you must ask my permission before you leave the corner. Other than those two things, you will stay here and stay quiet until I call for you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace choked out, still crying rather heavily.
"Good girl. Nose to the wall, no rubbing."
After the first forty five minutes, Grace was bored out of her mind and she was debating whether or not giving her legs a break was worth how much she knew it was going to hurt to plant her bottom on the chair Olivia had given her. One time she asked for water and one time she asked permission to use the bathroom. After the first hour and a half, her bottom had cooled off enough that she was able to pull her pants up and sit for the rest of her time-out, the yoga pants providing at least a little bit of padding. Having nothing else to do, Grace contemplated her behavior. Olivia had taught Grace that disobedience showed a lack of trust and a lack of respect, and fresh tears came to Grace's eyes as she considered the idea of Olivia thinking that Grace didn't trust her or respect her. Of course Olivia knew full well that Grace trusted her and respected her, but it was the lesson that was important. While Grace was in the corner, Olivia occupied herself with various chores around the apartment and tending to Frannie's needs, letting Grace know that she was going to take the dog outside and warning her not to move an inch from the corner while she was gone.
"Come here, Grace." Olivia called at one o' clock, once again sitting on the couch with the hairbrush in her hand. Grace walked over to her and Olivia once again pulled her pants and panties down, "Do you understand why you're getting a spanking?"
"I disappeared for four hours and nobody knew where I was or if I was safe." Grace replied, tears already in her eyes as she draped herself across Olivia's lap without being told.
Olivia was planning to spank for the same length of time during all four spankings and kept a careful eye on the clock. It didn't take Grace very long to burst into tears as the hairbrush reignited the fire on her bottom and she gripped a couch pillow to resist the urge to reach back. This time her spanking came with a lecture as Olivia scolded Grace for running off and not letting anyone know where she was.
"I was terrified while I was looking for you, I was so worried that something horrible had happened to you. Duarte is gone, but he had friends inside and outside of the police department, and they all know who you are. I love you so much and your safety is my top concern. I do not want to have this discussion with you again, if you ever so carelessly put your life in danger again I will take a switch to you."
Finally it was over and Grace was sobbing over Olivia's lap. After giving Grace a moment or two to catch her breath, Olivia helped Grace up from her lap and guided her into the kitchen. She let Grace stand at the counter to eat her lunch, and then she guided Grace over to the table.
"Sit." Olivia pulled out a chair at the kitchen table and guided Grace to sit down on her bare bottom.
"Owwwww!" Grace sobbed as Olivia put several sheets of paper and a pen in front of her. Blinking through her tears, Grace saw that Olivia had numbered the sheets of paper for her.
"You are going to sit here and write 'I will take my safety seriously'. When it's time for your five o' clock spanking, I expect you to have written two hundred lines."
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace sobbed, picking up the pen.
"Good girl." Olivia praised, and this time she kissed Grace's head before she walked away.
Writing her lines was taking much longer than she thought it would since she had to periodically put her pen down and massage her cramping hands, and she had to periodically stop to cry. Olivia was generous and let her have an extra ten seconds to finish the last line before she instructed Grace to put her hands on her head. Grace obeyed and waited anxiously while Olivia glanced over her work.
"Good girl. It's five o' clock, come here." Olivia guided Grace up from her chair and back into the living room. With Grace once again draped over her lap, Olivia took a moment to inspect Grace's bottom and was relieved to find that it was deep cherry red, but nothing more. Taking four hour breaks in between spankings ensured that Grace's bottom wouldn't be bruised at all, and Olivia planned on giving her baby a generous portion of arnica before she went to bed that night.
Grace sobbed hysterically through the entire spanking, which didn't last any longer than any of the others, and when it was over she crumbled onto the floor in a ball. Olivia's heart broke as she slid down to the floor and cuddled her sobbing baby in her arms. She knew that she was being very hard on her girl, but knew that it was for a just cause.
"Please… no more… no more… I can't take it… I'll be a good girl… I promise… please… I'll be good forever… I can't take it… I'll be a good girl…" Grace pleaded between heart-wrenching sobs.
Olivia cuddled Grace close to her heart and kissed the top of her head, rocking her back and forth as she contemplated the situation. Grace had been obedient all day long and had complied with the terms of her punishment without one single word of complaint, all while being hungover, and Olivia decided that showing mercy would be fair.
"Come here, angel. Let's go get comfy on Amanda's bed, we can eat dinner in there and just relax and cuddle for the next few hours, and we can watch Blue's Clues on the TV in her room." Olivia gently guided Grace up from the floor and very, very gently pulled up her pants.
"Paci, peeze." Grace sobbed, not even realizing that her speech was regressing as Olivia guided her down the hall to Amanda's room.
"Yes, you can have a paci, sweetheart, let's get Jewel for you to snuggle with too." Olivia said kindly.
"Mommy." Gracie suddenly appeared.
"Mommy's right here, baby. You were such a good girl for me today, Mommy is so proud of you." Olivia cooed lovingly.
Olivia ensured that they were both comfy on the bed and turned on Blue's Clues while they ate dinner. With her pacifier in her mouth and Jewel clutched in her arms, Gracie cuddled in Mommy's arms and slowly calmed down until her dazzling blue eyes were mostly dry with just a few stray tears clinging to her eyelashes. At around seven thirty, Amanda texted Olivia saying that she was going to be working late and wouldn't be home until after midnight. A few minutes before nine Olivia sighed, turned off the TV and gently lifted Gracie's chin with her hand.
"I'm afraid we have one more thing to take care of tonight, sweetheart." Olivia spoke sympathetically, and Gracie burst into heart-wrenching sobs instantly.
"No no no no noooooooooooo! I's sowwy an' mine tushy is sowwy an' we's all sowwy!"
"My good, sweet baby. Can I talk to my big girl, please?" Olivia asked kindly.
"I can't take it!" Grace sobbed in her big girl form.
"Such a good, brave girl. It's almost over, baby, I promise you can take it. How's the hangover?" Olivia asked.
"Gone." Grace sobbed.
"That's good, I'm glad. Let's go into my room now and get this day over with, okay? You can sleep in my bed with me tonight."
Grace didn't have the energy to argue, she just wanted Olivia to forgive her and cuddle her and put her to bed. The lessons she had learned today would be with her for the rest of her life, she would never forget them. Grace let Olivia lead her into her room and she continued to sob as Olivia pulled her pants and panties down. Olivia bent Grace over her lap and gave one pop to each red cheek, then she stood Grace back on her feet.
"That's it?" Grace choked out, exhausted and not quite sure how to process what had just happened.
"That's it, baby. I think the hangover and the sore bottom you have are punishment enough, I trust that you won't drink on the job ever again."
"Will you forgive me now?" Grace sobbed, praying that Olivia said yes.
"I forgave you before the day even started, sweetheart. You never have to earn my forgiveness, I will always give it to you." Olivia said lovingly, gently stroking Grace's sweet face.
Upon hearing this, Grace threw herself into Olivia's arms and sobbed. She wasn't used to being freely forgiven. Duarte had always made her jump through hoops to earn his forgiveness when she screwed up, and even then he sometimes held grudges for days or weeks. Over the years Grace had just come to accept that that was how forgiveness worked, but Olivia was teaching her otherwise.
"That's my good girl. Such a good girl. It's all over, honey. Let's get you ready for bed, and then I have something to help your sore bottom."
While Grace slowly calmed, Olivia continued to coo to her lovingly as she gently helped Grace undress and change into her favorite baby girl nightgown instead of pajama pants. Watching Grace carefully, Olivia very gently bent her back over her lap and raised her nightgown before reaching over to retrieve the arnica. Grace whimpered as she was placed back in the familiar position, but she relaxed when she felt the cool lotion being carefully rubbed on her bottom. With that accomplished, Olivia very gently changed Grace into a diaper and Grace melted into the safety of her baby girl side, knowing that Mommy would be there to hold her all night long.