In the bedroom, Grace stood while Olivia gently pulled her panties down and off of her legs, guiding Grace to step out of them, and then she unhooked Grace's bra and gently slid it down her arms to remove it.
"I'm here, my baby, you are very safe." Olivia soothed as she gently guided Grace to lie down on the bed with her head resting comfortably on a pillow.
Olivia picked up a bottle of lavender scented lotion and drizzled some on her hands. Grace took in a deep, relaxing breath as she melted on the bed under her Mistress's loving hands as Olivia carefully massaged her entire body with lotion, front and back, making certain to take her time and cover every square inch and let Grace enjoy the experience. Watching carefully for any signs of fear, Olivia gently slipped a blindfold over Grace's big blue eyes. As she descended into darkness, Grace trustingly raised her arms up above her head to give her Mistress access to whatever she wanted.
"What's your safeword, little one?"
"Red, Ma'am."
"Such a good girl. I'm not going to restrain you, your wrists aren't quite healed enough. Imagine you have restraints here, here, here, and here." Olivia gently touched Grace's wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace replied, understanding that she was expected to stay as still as possible. She felt Olivia gently place her feet on her lap and squeaked quietly as Olivia gently caressed her soft soles, tenderized by the lotion that had just been applied.
"Now, what would be a nice reward for my good girl?" Olivia mused as she lightly stroked and caressed the soles of Grace's feet, "Ahhh, I know what my baby would like best."
Grace giggled, gasped, and cooed quietly as the very tips of Olivia's fingernails lovingly grazed her sensitive soles, tenderized by the lotion they had just received. After a few minutes, Olivia placed Grace's feet back on the bed. Again watching for signs of fear, Olivia got up on the bed and straddled Grace with her knees on either side of Grace's legs. Grace could feel that Olivia had shifted her position, but without her sight she didn't understand what was happening until she felt Olivia's fingernails graze her belly.
That night, Olivia was startled awake when a blood-curdling scream rang out from the foot of the bed. Grace's big blue eyes popped open and she began sobbing heavily. Olivia turned on the light and rushed to comfort her distraught baby.
"I'm here, my baby. Come here, I'm right here, you are very safe. You just had a dream, baby, it's over. There, there."
"Sarah!" Grace sobbed fearfully from her place cuddled in her Mistress's arms.
"She will never hurt you again, baby, I promise. Never again. I will protect you, if she wants to hurt you, she's going to have to go through me and my entire squad. Just relax now, you are very safe right here with me, no one is going to hurt you." Olivia gently rubbed Grace's panty-clad bottom to soothe her.
Grace sobbed for a while until finally she began to calm and Olivia guided her through several rounds of breathing exercises until her heart was no longer racing. With her head resting on Olivia's shoulder, Grace listened to Olivia's gentle voice reassuring her that she was safe and loved until finally Grace's big blue eyes were dry, albeit puffy and bloodshot from crying. Olivia guided Grace into the bathroom and lovingly soothed Grace's eyes with a cool cloth and then guided Grace through the apartment into the kitchen where she guided Grace to sit down at the table while Olivia made her a glass of warm milk with honey.
"Here, baby, drink all of this."
"I'm sorry, Ma'am." Grace whimpered.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. First time obedience, little one, let's try again. Here, baby, drink all of this." Olivia repeated her words.
"Yes, Ma'am." This time Grace obediently accepted the glass.
"That's my good girl. I will always listen to anything you want to tell me or ask me, but you need to obey me first." Olivia explained patiently as Grace drained the glass of milk.
"I'm sorry I woke you up, Ma'am." Grace said when her glass was empty.
"Do you remember what I told you after your first spanking? I don't care if it's the middle of the night, if you need me, you wake me up. Your needs aren't just important after I've had my coffee." Olivia smiled, and Grace giggled softly.
With a belly full of warm milk, Grace was led back into the bedroom. Olivia sat with her back against the headboard and welcomed Grace to snuggle into her arms, and Grace willingly climbed practically on top of Olivia to be cuddled. Olivia rubbed Grace's bottom to soothe her young submissive into a relaxed, half-asleep state and then she guided Grace to resume her place at the foot of the bed, and she continued to rub Grace's bottom until she was certain that Grace had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep.
The next day, Olivia arrived home from work and Grace came crawling to Olivia's feet and assumed the position called 'apology', lying flat on her belly with her arms wrapped around Olivia's ankles and her forehead resting on Olivia's shoes. Olivia sighed; she didn't know yet what kind of mischief her naughty little submissive had managed to get herself into in her absence, but the need for an apology in the first place was enough to disappoint her.
"Up you come, little miss mischief. Come kneel over here." Olivia put her badge and gun away and sat down on the couch, and Grace dropped to her knees at Olivia's feet with guilt radiating from her big blue eyes as she laid her head on Olivia's lap. Olivia gently stroked Grace's long brown hair, "I'm listening. Tell me."
"I broke a cup this afternoon, Ma'am. I threw it because I was feeling angry." Grace admitted.
"I see. Well, before anything else gets said, I am very proud of you for coming to me and telling me the truth on your own. We have plenty of cups, I probably wouldn't have even noticed one was missing, so you could have gotten away with your behavior if you hadn't said anything, but you were honest with me, and that proves to me that you are a good girl and have integrity. With that said, throwing things when you're angry is unacceptable behavior. Why were you angry?"
"Because I was thinking about my dream last night and I don't understand how I could let her do those things to me."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, little girl. I won't have you thinking that you are the one responsible for you being abused. Sarah is the one responsible and nobody else. You were handcuffed and tied up while those things were happening to you, and she took advantage of you while you were in a vulnerable state, both physically, mentally, and emotionally. You did exactly what you were supposed to do and used your safeword, it isn't your fault that she chose to ignore it." Olivia lectured.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace replied.
"You are a human being, which means you are going to get angry sometimes, it's a natural human emotion, and I am very glad you didn't cut yourself on any broken glass. Let's talk about what you could have done instead of throwing things."
"Breathing." Grace offered a correct answer.
"Good girl, you could have done breathing exercises. What else?"
"I could have gotten dressed and gone for a walk."
"That's a good idea too. You aren't a prisoner in this apartment, you are allowed to go outside as long as you have your phone with you. Speaking of your phone, another good option would have been to call me and talk to me about how you were feeling. Unless I am in the middle of arresting someone, I will always answer my phone when you call me." Olivia said, "So those are some ideas for the next time you feel angry and want to throw something. Now let's go to the bedroom and deal with the consequences."
Grace whimpered but didn't fight as Olivia guided her to the bedroom. Olivia sat down, guided Grace over her lap, and gently pulled Grace's panties down to her knees.
"Do you understand why you're getting a spanking?" Olivia inquired as she gently laid her hand on Grace's bottom.
"Yes, Ma'am, because I chose to throw things to express my anger."
"Since you came right to me and told me the truth, I am only going to spank you with my hand this time. If throwing things becomes a habit, you'll get the paddle next time." Olivia warned.
"It won't happen again, Ma'am, I promise." Grace vowed.
"Good girl. Lay your head down."
It didn't take very long before Grace was crying quietly, feeling the burn blooming across her bare bottom, sending a signal to the brunette submissive that her behavior was not going to be tolerated. Since she had told the truth, Olivia spanked her but not overly hard. However, just because she was letting Grace off easy didn't mean that Olivia didn't intend for her naughty little submissive to get up from her lap with anything less than a soundly spanked bottom, so she continued to spank for quite a long time, painting Grace's bottom a deep shade of cherry red.
"I know you know how to be a good girl, and I know that because I've seen what a good girl you can be when you try. I expect you to mind yourself and be a good girl regardless of whether I am there watching you or not, and hold yourself accountable when I am not with you to do it for you. The fact that you told me the truth proves to me that you know how to mind yourself, I think this naughty bottom just needs a little encouragement applied to it every once in a while." Olivia lectured as she spanked.
OWWW! Yes, Ma'am, I'm sorry! So sorry!" Grace sobbed.
"I know you're sorry, my baby. Just a few more hard spanks."
Grace yelped as the last ten spanks were delivered directly on her tender sit-spots, and then it was over. Olivia tenderly rubbed the cherry red bottom draped across her lap, soothing the pain she had just inflicted.
"Okay, baby, all done. You can lie here for as long as you want, and you can get up when you want to." Olivia soothed lovingly.
Grace laid across Olivia's lap for a while resting and catching her breath while Olivia rubbed her bottom. When Grace felt strong enough, she pushed herself up from Olivia's lap. This time, instead of turning away, Grace immediately crawled into her Mistress's arms for comfort, clinging to Olivia for dear life while she sobbed on Olivia's shoulder.
"That's my good girl. I know it hurts, my baby, just try to relax and cry it out, I am right here to hold you. My good girl is all forgiven."
About a week later, Olivia had to go into the precinct on her day off for a meeting and gave Grace permission to go to Central Park while she was gone, and Olivia would come find her after her meeting was over. Grace was taking pictures with her phone when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Hello, little one. Where's my hug?"
"Sarah." Grace turned around in fear. Luckily, there were tons of people in Central Park that day, so even in Olivia's absence Grace felt reasonably safe that Sarah wouldn't try to hurt her.
"Where's my hug?" Sarah repeated the question. Once again, it took every ounce of Grace's strength not to give in.
"It's a nice day we're having." Grace commented casually, and Sarah's eyes flashed dangerously when she realized that she wasn't going to get what she wanted. She had lost her power over Grace and that made her nervous. Grace discreetly took a picture of Sarah while pretending to take a picture of something else.