"Grace, make yourself comfortable wherever you would like. Since this is your first session, I've asked Olivia to join us for the first half hour. After that, if you feel comfortable, we can send her back out to the waiting room for the rest of your session, or she can stay the whole time if you'd rather. And going forward, you can choose whether you would like to have her come in with you or stay in the waiting room." Dr. Lindstrom explained as he reached for a small stack of papers stapled together and sat down on his chair.
"Yes, sir." Grace hesitantly sat down on the couch and looked up at Olivia fearfully.
"I'm right here with you, my baby." Olivia soothed as she sat down next to her.
"You can call me Dr. Lindstrom or Peter. When someone calls me sir I look around for my father. I only have a vague understanding of what Twitter is, but I like to think that I'm much too young and cool to be a sir." Dr. Lindstrom smiled, making both Grace and Olivia chuckle.
"Do you know-" Grace looked up at Olivia with mischief in her eyes.
"Don't even start. You remember what happened the last time you called me old, and I will do it again right here in front of Dr. Lindstrom." Olivia laughed, pointing her finger at Grace in a playfully scolding manner.
"All right, jokes aside, let's get some paperwork out of the way first. This first form I'll need both of your signatures on. It simply states that as a submissive Grace is entitled to the protection of Statute 467 which states that…"
When all of Grace's paperwork was complete, Dr. Lindstrom put it into a file and stored the file away with a stack of others. Grace decided that she was comfortable enough to complete the session without the presence of her Mistress, so Olivia lovingly kissed Grace's forehead and then walked out of the room and sat down in a chair to wait, picking up an old magazine to flip through.
"...and I started crying, I thought she would be angry with me. But she just hugged me and calmed me down and then we made breakfast together and after that she started teaching me how to cook. She blew my mind, she's so different from other Mistresses I know. Melissa knew that I didn't know how to cook, but she didn't care to teach me or find someone who could teach me. I think she liked beating me when I burned food or made food that tasted awful. One time she told me to make a lasagna for dinner, and I'm still not entirely sure what I did to it to make it taste so bad, but she took one bite of it and then she beat me for ruining her dinner and making her go hungry, and then she force fed it to me and I was sick for days afterward." Grace wiped her eyes with the tissue that Dr. Lindstrom had offered her.
"What do rewards and punishments look like under Olivia's care versus rewards and punishments under Melissa's care?" Dr. Lindstrom inquired, writing something down on a pad of paper.
"Like night and day. My Ma'am established her authority over me from day one and made sure that I fully understood the rules and the potential consequences, and when she first brought me home she even let me negotiate some of the rules, like my bedtime, and the potential consequences for breaking the rules. She knows that the single-tail whip is on my list of hard limits and she actually respects my hard limits. When I'm naughty, what consequence I get depends on what I did, it's not a 'one size fits all' kind of thing. Sometimes I might get a time-out in the corner, or a spanking over my Ma'am's knee, or I might have to write lines, or I might be put on restriction for a few days, or I might get my mouth washed out with soap, or I might have to go to bed early. When I'm a good girl and deserve a reward, I love being tickled. I might get ice cream or some other kind of sweet treat, or I might be allowed to have an orgasm. My cell phone was technically a reward for being a good girl. With Melissa, everything she decided was an infraction was punished with a beating, no matter how small the infraction was. And there was no set list of rules; a behavior that would earn me a reward one day would earn me a beating the next day, I was constantly walking on eggshells and second guessing every tiny decision I made. Rewards were few and far between, she never liked giving me any kind of extra attention that didn't benefit her in some way. The last reward she gave me was what landed me at the SVU precinct in the first place."
"What does your daily routine look like under Olivia's care?"
"It kind of depends on the day. I wake up and make breakfast, and then after breakfast I clean the kitchen. If it's a day when my Ma'am has to go to work, she leaves me a list of tasks that she expects to be completed before she gets home, so I will spend my day doing that, and if I happen to get finished early then I am free to do as I please until she gets home. When she comes home she always cuddles me on her lap for a little while and asks me how my day was, and she may tell me to massage her feet. I make dinner unless she decides that she wants to order in or go out to eat, and after dinner we spend the evening together unless she has a lot of paperwork she needs to do, in which case I am free to do as I please until my bedtime. If it's the weekend or a day when Ma'am doesn't have to work, I still have chores to do, but she has more time to spend with me and train me. If she has errands she needs to run, she takes me with her and I help with whatever she tells me to do. Two Sundays ago she took me to a movie."
"It sounds like you have well-established rules and routines, that's good. Olivia tells me that she is concerned that you have been blaming yourself for some of Melissa's actions after you escaped from her home. Can you tell me why that is?"
"When I was with Melissa, everything was somehow my fault, so I guess I still sort of think that way. I still think that if I hadn't run away from her, none of the things she did when she escaped from prison would have happened."
"There's no way of knowing what may or may not have happened if you hadn't run away. Running away was the right thing to do. If you hadn't, you could very easily be dead right now and Melissa wouldn't have been arrested at all." Dr. Lindstrom pointed out.
"My Ma'am's father told me the same thing." Grace admitted.
"Sounds like a smart man." Dr. Lindstrom smiled.
When Grace's session was complete, Dr. Lindstrom opened the door for her and escorted her back into the waiting room. Olivia set her magazine aside, stood up, and caught Grace in her arms. She could tell that Grace had been crying, and she lovingly kissed Grace's forehead and gently rubbed her back. They exchanged parting words with Dr. Lindstrom and turned to leave. As they left, neither of them noticed Dr. Lindstrom leering at Grace's jean-clad backside.
"How are you feeling, my baby?" Olivia asked as she guided Grace to the elevator and pushed the button.
"I'm okay, kind of tired." Grace admitted.
"That happens sometimes when you have a good cry. When we get home, you are going to lie down for at least an hour. You don't have to sleep if you don't want to, but I want you to lie down and rest quietly. And since you were a good girl and went to your first session without a fuss, we can go out to eat tonight at whatever restaurant your heart desires." Olivia explained, and Grace beamed. Once they were home, Grace made herself comfortable in her place at the foot of the bed and was soothed by her Mistress's gentle hand rubbing her belly. Grace giggled sleepily as the tips of Olivia's fingernails lightly grazed her sensitive skin, recognizing the reward and feeling happy that she had been a good girl and pleased her Mistress. When Olivia was certain that Grace was sleeping peacefully, she bent down to kiss her sweet little submissive's temple and quietly left the room.
About an hour and a half later, Grace began to stir and her big blue eyes fluttered open, gazing about the room. She crawled out of bed and went in to use the bathroom and splash water on her face. With that accomplished, she left the bedroom in search of her Mistress. From where she was sitting on the couch reading through a small stack of files, Olivia looked up and smiled when she noticed her sweet little submissive crawling toward her. She set her files aside and Grace laid her head on her lap and sighed as Olivia lovingly stroked her hair. The young submissive didn't want to admit that she had been startled awake by a nightmare and was feeling strangely unsettled, so she simply knelt there and drank in the attention she was receiving.
"I want you to go get dressed in dark jeans and a yellow shirt so that we can get ready to go out and eat. Where would you like to go tonight? It's your choice." Olivia spoke kindly as she continued to stroke Grace's hair.
"Can we go to the Pizzeria, please?" Grace asked hopefully.
"Yes, we can do that. Go on, now." Olivia sent Grace on her way with an affectionate spank that made Grace giggle. Melissa had never given her love spanks, but Olivia did sometimes, and Grace relished the affection.
Grace dressed as she was instructed, and then was loaded into the car. Olivia drove to the Pizzeria and the two walked inside.
"Two, please. And a kneeling pad for my girl, please." Olivia requested.
"Of course, right this way." the waitress smiled professionally.
Olivia was seated at the table while Grace took her place kneeling on the floor.
"The usual?" Olivia looked down at Grace, a menu in her hand.
"Yes, please, Ma'am." Grace smiled.
Olivia ordered for the both of them, and then Grace laid her head against Olivia's leg while they waited for their food. When the food arrived, Grace immediately wrinkled her nose.
"I asked for mine without mushrooms." Grace snapped at the waitress.
"Hey, watch the attitude, little girl. Say that again the right way." Olivia scolded before the waitress could say anything.
"I asked for mine without mushrooms." Grace glared at the waitress, her tone only slightly better than her previous attempt.
"I'm sorry for my girl's rude manners. She did ask for hers without mushrooms, if you would be so kind as to please take her plate and bring back her correct order, we would greatly appreciate it. And when you come back, please bring a wooden spoon from the kitchen." Olivia spoke kindly to the waitress.
"Yes, Ma'am, of course. I'm sorry for the confusion." the waitress picked up the plate and scurried away to do as she had been told, mentally kicking herself. This was not the first order that she had screwed up, and she knew that her bottom was going to be in big trouble with the restaurant's manager when she found out.
Olivia looked down at her pouting submissive kneeling at her feet, taking Grace's chin in her hand and forcing her to look up.
"Did you wake up from your nap on the wrong side of the bed? That was rude and uncalled for. I know you don't like mushrooms, and I'm not going to make you eat anything you don't like. If you had stayed quiet, I would have handled the situation for you. That's my job. Your job is to be the good girl I know you are. When she comes back, you are going to apologize to her, and then you are going to go over my knee before we eat, and when we get home I am going to spank you again before I put you to bed early."
The waitress quickly returned with Grace's correct order, as well as the requested wooden spoon. Olivia looked down at Grace expectantly.
"I'm sorry you don't know how to do your job." Grace spoke to the floor, refusing to make eye contact. She knew she was out of line, but she couldn't seem to stop herself. She could hear Melissa screaming at her in her head and she was on edge because of it.
"Little girl, you are making this much harder on yourself than it needs to be. You can apologize properly after your spanking. Stand up."
Olivia guided Grace to her feet and pulled Grace's jeans and panties down to her knees and then guided Grace across her lap. Grace gasped and blushed, suddenly aware that there were at least a dozen pairs of eyes on her as she lay bent across Olivia's lap with her hands on the floor in front of her and her feet on the floor behind her.
"Ma'am, everyone can see!" Grace whined, trying to get up, but Olivia held her in place over her lap.
"Good. Then they can see what happens to you when you are a naughty little girl. Stay down." Olivia scolded, raising up her strong right hand and bringing it down sharply.
Grace gave up struggling after the first five spanks and began to cry after the seventh, more out of embarrassment than pain.