Warning: Descriptions of enema use. Read with caution if you're squeamish.
"...and six makes one hundred two. You win again, my baby." Olivia announced from where she sat on the couch with a piece of paper adding up everyone's total at the end of the game. Grace just smiled.
"Dinner is served. Everyone come to the table." Eileen announced as she emerged from the kitchen carrying the turkey.
Don sat in his chair at the head of the table while Olivia took her chair to his left and Grace dropped to her knees at Olivia's feet.
"No, my baby, come here. There's too much food to make a mess with today, I can't feed myself and you too. Today you get to sit at the table with us and feed yourself, but you have to wait to start eating until after I start eating, just like if we were in a public restaurant." Olivia explained.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace obediently got up and sat in the chair next to Olivia and was given a plate of food, and she waited to pick up her utensils until after Olivia had taken her first bite.
There was easy conversation and laughter and playful banter throughout the meal, and afterwards there was a choice between pumpkin pie or pecan pie for dessert. When everyone had eaten their fill of food, they all retired to the couch to watch football. Grace once again cuddled on Olivia's lap and eventually drifted to sleep in her arms. When she woke up again, she was lying on an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room and panicked as she started to cry.
"Ma'am!"
Olivia heard Grace's fearful cry and hurried to the spare bedroom in Don and Eileen's apartment. She sat down on the bed and gathered Grace into her arms.
"Come here. I'm right here, my baby. You're okay, you're just in Don and Eileen's spare room. You went into a food coma in my arms and I wanted you to be able to lie down comfortably for a nap. I promise you are very safe." Olivia explained lovingly as she reached underneath Grace's shirt and rubbed her back for a few minutes, and luckily, Grace was easily soothed.
"I'm sorry I got scared, Ma'am." Grace blushed when she was completely calm, embarrassed for having made such a fuss.
"You don't ever have to apologize for being scared, my baby. I don't think you've ever seen the spare room before, I understand why you got scared. You aren't in trouble. I am so proud of you, you were such a good girl today. You've been asleep for over an hour, are you ready to go home now?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace agreed.
As a special treat, Eileen let Olivia and Grace take home what was leftover of the jalapeno poppers, which made Grace happy and she politely thanked Eileen. When they arrived home, Grace stripped down to her underwear as always and Olivia went to turn up the heat a few degrees to prevent her from getting cold. The next morning, Olivia smiled and shook her head when she went to the fridge to get eggs and noticed that all of the jalapeno poppers were gone, but she said nothing of it to her little jalapeno thief. Grace was more than welcome to help herself to whatever was in the fridge if she got hungry in the middle of the night, Olivia just hoped that eating that many jalapeno poppers in one sitting wouldn't screw with Grace's belly. After breakfast, Olivia kissed Grace's forehead, reminded her to be a good girl, and left for work. Grace cleaned up the kitchen and then turned to the list of chores Olivia had left for her, noticing that while some of them were her regular chores, some of them were completely random, like rearranging the cereal boxes in alphabetical order. There were only four days left in her obedience training, and Grace had only been swatted with the wooden spoon twice so far, and she wanted to keep it that way, so she didn't question anything on Olivia's list. Olivia had left the wooden spoon sitting on the coffee table where Grace would see it several times throughout the day as a reminder.
When Olivia arrived home several hours later, she was somewhat concerned that Grace was not kneeling by the door waiting for her. But then she was greeted by the sound of Grace in the bathroom being sick, and her heart went out to her sweet little submissive. Olivia quickly kicked her shoes off, put her things away, and hurried down the hall, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom where she found Grace kneeling on the floor hugging the toilet.
"My poor baby. I'm here, little one." Olivia walked over and gently held Grace's long brown hair back with one hand and rubbed her back with the other.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am." Grace whimpered, and promptly threw up again.
"You don't have to apologize for being sick, my baby. It's probably just all of those jalapeno poppers you inhaled yesterday and last night, when you're done I'll check your temperature just to be sure I don't need to take you to a doctor." Olivia spoke kindly.
When Grace was finished being sick, Olivia let her brush her teeth. Olivia then retrieved the thermometer and Grace laid obediently still across Olivia's lap while Olivia took her temperature.
"You're early. I don't have all my chores done yet." Grace admitted as she lay across Olivia's lap.
"That's okay, honey. You're right, I am early, so I don't expect you to have them all done yet. Well, you don't have a fever, so your belly probably just isn't too happy after you ate so much. When was the last time you went to the bathroom?"
"Yesterday afternoon." Grace admitted, and suddenly looked up at Olivia with a horrified expression that made Olivia chuckle sympathetically.
Grace was miserable as she laid on a towel on the bed while Olivia gently inserted the enema nozzle into her bottom. Olivia then sat on the bed and slowly opened the clamp and let a small amount of water flow inside of Grace before closing the clamp and let Grace's body adjust to the sensation before she opened the clamp again, let water flow in, and closed the clamp again. It was a very slow, careful process and Grace tried to be a good girl about it, but she wanted up and she wanted up immediately.
"Ma'am, I don't like it." Grace whimpered with tears in her big blue eyes while Olivia lovingly rubbed her back with her free hand to comfort her embarrassed submissive.
"I know, my baby. You're being a very good girl, and when we're done I promise you'll feel much better, then we can cuddle up for a little while before you go back to your chores. Here, take my hand." Olivia offered Grace her hand to hold.
"I can't hold anymore, Ma'am." Grace whimpered after a while. Olivia saw that Grace had taken nearly the whole bag and decided to call it good enough, and carefully removed the nozzle.
"All right, that's my good girl. Now you just lie here for five minutes and then you can get up." Olivia gently stroked Grace's long brown hair and continued to rub her back.
Grace whimpered miserably as her Mistress showered her with praise. It wasn't a painful procedure, but it certainly wasn't pleasant either. Grace didn't mind having her temperature taken or having plugs or other devices inserted into her bottom, but this was completely ridiculous as far as she was concerned. Finally, Olivia let her up and Grace hurried to the bathroom in her urgency. Olivia waited while Grace was in the bathroom, and then Grace cuddled in her Mistress's arms on the bed to recover from her ordeal, although she had to admit that her stomach ache was gone and she felt a million times better, and she was pleased that Olivia was proud of her.
Five days later, Olivia was roused from sleep by the delicious smell of coffee brewing and breakfast cooking. Now that Grace had become efficient in the kitchen, cooking meals had become one of her regular daily tasks. Olivia got up, showered, and dressed in casual clothes.
"Good morning, my baby." Olivia smiled as she walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ma'am." Grace smiled happily and dropped to her knees to kiss Olivia's feet in greeting, and then Olivia guided Grace up and into her arms.
"Do you remember why today is a special day?" Olivia asked, lovingly rubbing Grace's panty-clad bottom and kissing her forehead.
"I'm not on obedience training anymore." Grace smiled.
"That's right, and I am so proud of how well you did, my baby. Eleven full days, and I only had to take the wooden spoon to you twice. You'll get your reward after breakfast, my good girl definitely earned it."
After breakfast was over and the kitchen was clean, Grace was loaded into the car and was delighted when she was taken downtown and told that she could look through whatever store she wanted and pick out anything her heart desired, whether it was a food item or a material item. Olivia laughed when Grace immediately dragged her into the ice cream parlor and requested a double scoop of her favorite cheesecake flavored ice cream drizzled with caramel that she didn't get to have very often because this particular ice cream parlor was the only place in the city that had it. Olivia indulgently paid for it, and then bought a chocolate cone for herself to keep herself occupied while Grace sat and enjoyed her reward, savoring every bite.
Later that afternoon, Grace found herself cuddled on Olivia's lap while Olivia tickled her belly.
"I'll show you what happens when you call me old, little girl. And I was so nice to you today, I bought you ice cream." Olivia scolded teasingly.
"I didn't call you old! It's not my fault you don't know who Kesha is and you think Girl From Ipanema is cool!" Grace squealed through laughter, "Red!" Grace called her safeword when she was starting to pant a little.
"Okay, time to calm down now." Olivia chuckled as she cuddled Grace close. Grace happily snuggled down into Olivia's arms and laid her head on Olivia's shoulder while Olivia rocked her and gently rubbed her bottom.
"Do you know who Lady Gaga is?" Grace asked suddenly, looking up with mischief dancing in her eyes.
"That's it." Olivia turned Grace over her lap, pulled her panties down, and began to pepper her bare bottom with playful spanks.
"Ouch!" Grace yelped through laughter, "No! I'm sorry!"
"You will be. Such a naughty, naughty little girl." Olivia teased, and she stopped spanking Grace when Grace's bottom was just a few spanks shy of uncomfortable, "Now, you go find something to keep yourself out of trouble with before I decide to take a hairbrush to this sassy bottom. I have other things to be doing besides spanking playful little girls." Olivia gently patted Grace's pink bottom.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace got up and ran off to find something to do, satisfied that she had gotten the attention she was craving. Unlike Melissa, who seemed to take pleasure in leaving Grace starved for attention for weeks at a time, Olivia made it a point to give Grace attention and affection every day.
"Walk!" Olivia called out and shook her head with a good-natured eye roll, "Lord help me."
About a week later, Olivia was sitting at her desk in her office working on her computer when there was a knock on her door.
"Come in." Olivia granted entry.
"Hey, Captain. Sorry to interrupt you while you're working, but it'll save me a phone call later." Carisi walked into the small office.
"What's up?"
"Melissa Steele's trial has been scheduled to start Tuesday of next week at nine o' clock. I'm planning to call Grace to the stand early on, so I'll need her to be there on Tuesday and Wednesday, but if she doesn't want to be in the courtroom for the rest of the trial, she doesn't have to be. I can call you and tell you the verdict over the phone when the trial is over." Carisi explained, and Olivia sighed.
"All right, we will be there at eight thirty on Tuesday morning, then. Thanks for letting me know."
When Olivia arrived home that day, she smiled when she saw Grace kneeling by the door waiting to greet her. Grace bent down to kiss Olivia's feet and then helped Olivia slip out of her jacket and put it away on a hanger in the closet while Olivia put her badge and gun away. Olivia quickly showered and changed into casual clothes, and then she swept Grace off her feet and carried her over to the couch where she sat down and settled Grace on her lap to cuddle her as usual.
"How was your day, my baby?"
"It was fine, Ma'am. I went grocery shopping, so we're all stocked up on food."
"That's my good girl. Well, I had a visit from ADA Carisi today, and I need to talk to you about what he told me. Do you think you can handle that right now?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace replied, going tense in Olivia's arms.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh. Just relax, my baby. I promise you are very safe." Olivia rubbed Grace's belly until Grace's body relaxed a little, "All right, that's better. All you need to know is that Melissa's trial is scheduled to start on Tuesday of next week. Carisi is planning on calling you to the stand early on, so we need to be there on Tuesday and Wednesday, but he said that if you don't want to be in the courtroom for the rest of the trial, you don't have to be and he can call us and tell us the verdict over the phone. I will leave that decision completely up to you."
"I don't want to be there after Wednesday." Grace's lower lip trembled.
"Then you don't have to, my baby. After Wednesday we will just stay home." Olivia agreed.
"Ma'am, after Wednesday, for however long the trial lasts, can I go to work with you? Or can I go to Don and Eileen's while you're at work?" Grace asked quietly.
"I will call Don and Eileen and ask them. If for whatever reason they're not available, you can come to work with me so you feel safe, but it's just until after the trial, okay? After we get the verdict, you need to be my brave girl and stay home." Olivia explained.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace agreed.
"That's my good girl. Now, let me check on your chores and then we'll figure out what we're going to have for dinner tonight, and after dinner we can cuddle up and watch a movie."