"...and she cried herself to sleep in my arms. She's been sleeping for about forty five minutes." Olivia relaxed against the back of the couch with a glass of wine in her hand and her cell phone pressed to her ear.
"It sounds like you did everything right, Olivia. And now that it's out in the open, we will be able to help Grace. I won't lie to you, the recovery process from something like cutting is not a fast process, Grace could very well be in recovery for years to come. I have no doubt in my mind that you are fully up to the task, I've seen how competent you are with her. Just make sure that you're taking care of yourself as well. You can't be good to Grace if you aren't good to yourself." Dr. Olivet stated.
"We're going to be here at the cabin for several more days, but as soon as we get home I am going to schedule a stress relief session for myself at the dungeon. Oh, which reminds me, would it be possible to reschedule Grace's next appointment with you for the sixteenth instead of the twenty first?"
"Let me check my appointment book…. It looks like the only time I have available on the sixteenth is at eleven AM."
"We'll take it."
After a few minutes, Olivia hung up the phone with a sigh and drained the rest of her glass. She went to the kitchen to put the glass in the sink, and she turned around when there was a noise behind her. The brunette detective smiled lovingly when she saw Grace peeking at her from around the corner with sad, puffy eyes, still naked aside from her bra, her spanked bottom on display.
"There's my good girl. You don't have to hide away from me, angel, you can come to me."
Grace fell into her Mistress's arms and held on tight.
"Ma'am, I think I still feel like I want to cut." Grace whimpered.
"I am so proud of you for coming to me and telling me that, baby. That's my good girl." Olivia spoke lovingly in Grace's ear and gently rubbed her bottom, "I just got off the phone with Dr. Olivet and moved your next appointment up to the sixteenth. Come here, you can cuddle on my lap and tell me what you're feeling. I want you to tell me everything you want to tell me, no secrets kept. And then I think such good girls deserve a reward."
Olivia sat on the couch and cuddled Grace on her lap, being careful to keep Grace's spanked bottom off the rough material of her jeans. Grace wriggled into a comfortable position and laid her head on her Mistress's shoulder. Olivia lovingly rubbed Grace's bottom, both to keep her calm and to soothe whatever pain might still be left from her spanking.
"Ma'am, please don't send me to Block C." Grace pleaded meekly.
"Now why on Earth would my good girl have to go there?" Olivia inquired kindly. The brunette detective tried not to feel a flash of judgmental rage at Dr. Lindstrom. That monster had threatened her baby with the idea of being sent to Block C, and now Grace was terrified of being sent there, no matter how much anyone reassured her that there was no reason for her to be sent there.
"I don't know." Grace whimpered honestly.
"You know that 'I don't know' is not an acceptable answer, little one. Use your words." Olivia encouraged, "Let's start with this; do you know what Block C is? Tell me what you know about it."
"It's the reform school for submissives down near Hanger Lake. Melissa used to threaten to send me to Block C all the time. She told me I was lucky because she treated me better than submissives get treated at Block C. She said that once you get labeled a 'Block C sub' nobody will ever want you again. She said they beat submissives there and submissives have to earn their food and water. She said that if she sent me there and I told anyone about the way she treated me, nobody would believe me."
"I believe you, baby. All right, here's what we're going to do." Olivia reached for her cell phone, "Take my phone and go sit at the table."
Grace obediently took Olivia's phone and went to sit at the table. She hadn't been told that she was allowed to put panties on first, so she sat down carefully and winced as her bare bottom made contact with the hard wooden chair. Olivia retrieved a pad of paper and a pen, and placed both items on the table in front of Grace.
"Now, you are going to look up the facility's website. It's not a very big website, and I want you to take as much time as you want to read through all of it. Then you're going to write three paragraphs about what you learned. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I have to take my time reading through the website, and then I have to write three paragraphs about what I learned." Grace repeated her Mistress's instructions.
"That's my good girl." Olivia praised and gently kissed Grace's temple.
While Grace worked on her assignment, Olivia sat down at the table with a small stack of files and caught up on paperwork that needed to be done before the end of the week. Grace was careful to be obedient and took her time reading through all the information the website had to offer, even going back to read it twice just to make sure that she understood it properly. The more she read, the more her bones began to relax.
"Melissa lied to me." Grace looked up with tears in her eyes. Olivia gave her a sympathetic smile and tapped the pad of paper with her finger.
"Finish your writing, my baby, and then you can tell me anything you want to tell me."
Grace picked up her pen and began to write. Quite some time passed and Olivia looked up, concerned that Grace still wasn't finished with her assignment. She glanced over and saw that Grace was writing more than just the required three paragraphs, she had filled the entire front and back of a page. That was fine, though; if Grace wanted to use this assignment to get her emotions out, then Olivia certainly wasn't going to stop her. Olivia was startled when Grace suddenly let out a strangled sob, dropped her pen to the table, and laid her head on the table as she cried into her arms. The brunette detective quickly set aside her own paperwork and stood from the table.
"Come here, my good girl." Olivia cooed lovingly, guiding Grace up from the table and guiding her back over to the couch where she sat down and cuddled Grace on her lap. Grace automatically wriggled into a comfortable position and laid her head on her Mistress's shoulder as she continued to sob. Olivia slowly rocked her and gently stroked her long brown hair, "That's my good girl. I'm right here, lovey, you just cry it out."
"You love me. I'm bad all the time, but you still love me. If you can love me, why couldn't she? She lied to me, why would she do that?" Grace sobbed.
"First of all, you are not bad, and certainly not all the time. Your behavior is naughty sometimes, but you are a good girl all the time. Second, I can't answer those questions for you, sweetheart, but the one thing I do know is that I do love you. I've loved you since the day you came into my precinct." Olivia replied, "Now, do you want to tell me what you mean when you say she lied to you?"
"She was always threatening to send me to Block C. She told me that I should be grateful that she treated me better than I would be treated there. She told me that once a submissive is labeled a 'Block C sub', nobody will ever want them again. She said so many things, and they were all lies." Grace sobbed.
"And what do you think now that you've looked at their website?" Olivia inquired.
"I already knew Block C is a reform school. But people don't just get thrown in there because they aren't wanted. The maximum sentence anyone can be given at Block C is two weeks, and only if they've somehow broken the law, like stealing or something like that." Grace started to calm down as she repeated some of the things she had learned, "They do get spanked every day, but only with a hand. They don't get beaten like she told me. And they aren't chained up, they're in classes for eight hours a day, like actual school and learning."
"I am so proud of you for learning all of that, baby." Olivia praised, "And I can't think of a single law that my good girl has broken, can you?"
"No, Ma'am." Grace replied.
"Which means that there is absolutely no reason why my good girl would need to be sent to Block C. So let's try not to worry your pretty little head about it anymore, okay?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Can I put on panties now? Please?" Grace asked.
"Yes, you may. You can get dressed again if you want to." Olivia said.
"I'm okay like this." Grace hurried to find her panties, glad to finally be allowed up off her sore bottom.
Olivia smiled. She wasn't going to make a big deal about it, but the fact that, at least for now, Grace was comfortable enough to be in her underwear was a huge step in the right direction. When Grace returned with her panties properly in place, she found herself once again cuddled on Olivia's lap on the couch.
"Now, I seem to recall that I promised my good girl would get a reward today." Olivia kissed Grace's temple.
Grace squeaked in delighted anticipation as she was flipped over to lie across Olivia's lap facing the ceiling, with her head resting comfortably on a pillow and her legs supported by the couch. Olivia began to lovingly rub Grace's belly, and Grace began to gasp, coo, and giggle as her Mistress's gentle rubbing gradually turned into light, slow tickling with the very tips of her fingernails on the center of Grace's belly. Gradually, Olivia's fingernails began to explore, lightly skittering like spiders. Olivia's fingernails slowly wandered up to Grace's ribs and then back down to the sensitive skin just underneath her belly button, and then across her belly and back again.
"Awww, tickle, tickle, tickle. Tickle, tickle, tickle." Olivia teased lovingly.
Olivia's teasing made Grace tingle in all the right places, and the young submissive was surprised to feel her arousal growing even though her Mistress's fingers weren't anywhere near her special spot.
"Oh, my good girl likes that. Tickle, tickle, tickle." Olivia teased, seeing Grace's arousal, her nails once again dancing on the center of Grace's belly.
Olivia paused and lovingly stroked Grace's belly to soothe her.
"Such a good girl." Olivia cooed.
"More…. Please, Ma'am, more…." Grace pleaded in her arousal.
"You want more tickles? I think I have a better idea."
Grace squeaked again as her Mistress gently rolled her onto her belly so that she was lying across Olivia's lap face down. Grace felt Olivia slowly, teasingly pulling her panties down to her knees. Watching Grace carefully, Olivia's left hand slipped between Grace's legs and easily located her special spot. Grace moaned in pleasure, and moaned again when she felt a light pop on her bottom. Olivia gently rubbed the sting away and landed another blow on the other cheek. Between spanks, Olivia squeezed and rubbed the fleshy twin orbs. Grace gasped in pleasure as her Mistress slowly and sensually spanked her while at the same time stimulating her between her legs.
"That's my good girl." Olivia cooed.
"Oh! Please, Ma'am! Please!" Grace pleaded when she was certain she was going to explode.
"Go ahead, my baby." Olivia granted her permission.
Grace screamed and collapsed across Olivia's lap in post-orgasmic bliss. As she lay across her Mistress's lap resting and catching her breath, Grace suddenly realized that she had just had her first orgasm since the rape, and hadn't been frightened at all by her Mistress's attention. Grace began to cry, and Olivia picked her up with loving concern, but she relaxed when she saw that Grace was beaming.