"I've done nothing wrong, detectives. Emily deserved a spanking."
"You know, I have a submissive of my own, and she's never needed emergency surgery after a spanking. What you gave Emily wasn't a spanking, it was a beating, and as I'm sure you're very well aware, beating a submissive is illegal." Olivia countered, showing Victoria the pictures of Emily's battered body.
"I didn't do any of that. I love my girl. I used a paddle on her naughty little bottom, that's all." Victoria stated.
"If you love your girl, where have you been all this time that Emily's been in the hospital?" Elliot inquired.
"I take my contract with my submissive very seriously, detective. Emily is free to come and go as she pleases, she ran away from me after I spanked her and where she went was none of my concern. I've recently had the inside of my house painted, and I've been staying with my sister while the paint fumes settle, that's why I haven't been home. I had no way of knowing what had happened to Emily until I arrived home, and when I heard what happened I went straight to the hospital where I was then detained." Victoria explained.
"My client gave her submissive loving, legal correction and then Ms. Jackson ran away and sustained a beating during a rape, not at the hands of my client." Victoria's lawyer chimed in, "Nice try, detectives, but all you've got is a 'she said/she said', no witnesses, no perp, and no rape kit. Now, unless you're charging my client with something concrete, I'm taking my client home."
"I hate defense attorneys." Elliot grumbled as he and Olivia left the interrogation room and walked back to the bullpen.
"He's right, though. As of right now all we have is a 'she said/she said'; no witnesses, no rape kit, and a perp who is currently God knows where doing God knows what. And there were paddle marks on Emily's bottom that were well within the legal limit, so Victoria is telling the truth when she says that she used a paddle to spank her. We have no way to prove that the beating happened at Victoria's hands before the rape occurred. The evidence simply isn't there." Olivia sighed.
"I'm going on a coffee run, does everybody want the usual?" Rollins asked, hanging up the phone and standing from her desk.
"Coffee sounds good." everyone agreed.
Meanwhile, Grace was spending her day in the care of Don and Eileen, and the young brunette was currently kneeling in the corner of the spare bedroom with tears in her big blue eyes, waiting for someone to come in and deal with her naughty bottom. They had let her walk down to the bookstore, on the condition that she would be back at the agreed upon time, and she had returned over thirty minutes later than the agreed upon time without calling to let them know she'd be late, which caused both of them to worry. Grace contemplated the situation as she knelt in the corner, and came to the conclusion that she was going to be in a lot of trouble, which made her nervous because while she had been in trouble with Eileen before and Eileen had popped her bottom, Eileen had never truly spanked her, and neither had Don, and Grace had no idea how hard either one of them spanked. Her belly flipped nervously when she suddenly heard two sets of footsteps approaching the bedroom.
"Come here, Grace." Don ordered as he and Eileen sat side by side on the bed.
Grace whimpered as she turned from the corner and crawled over to kneel at his feet. Her lower lip trembled upon seeing the hairbrush in Don's hand.
"Do you understand why you're in trouble?" Don inquired.
"Yes, sir. I agreed to be back at a certain time and I was over thirty minutes late without calling to let you know I'd be late." Grace admitted.
"Stand up. You are going to bend over my lap, and Eileen is here for moral support." Don ordered, and Grace obeyed. She blushed in embarrassment as Don pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees, and then she was guided to bend over his lap, with her upper body on Eileen's lap. The older woman welcomed Grace into her arms and lovingly stroked her hair and back.
"That's a brave girl." Eileen soothed.
It didn't take very long before Grace was sobbing deeply. She tried to be a good girl, but she couldn't help it as her feet kicked a little, and as a consequence Don spanked her thighs. At one point, Grace tried to push herself up, but Eileen held her in place.
"Stay down." Eileen ordered.
"Please, sir! My Ma'am is going to spank me too!" Grace wailed through her sobbing.
"As she rightly should, young lady. This is the second time you've gone AWOL. There will not be a third time, do you understand?" Don scolded as he continued to spank.
"Yes, sir! I'm sorry! Please stop!" Grace pleaded.
"Not yet, sweetheart." Eileen replied.
Grace wasn't sure when Don stopped spanking her, but she gradually became aware of Don's hand gently rubbing her punished bottom while Eileen continued to stroke her hair and they both cooed to her lovingly.
"There, there. It's over, little one. It's all over." Eileen soothed.
"You were very good, sweetheart. Get up when you want to." Don said kindly.
Grace laid there for several minutes trying to catch her breath. When she felt strong enough, she pushed herself up and, even though she really didn't want to, she immediately pulled her panties up over her sore bottom to preserve her modesty in front of Don, but she left her jeans down. With that accomplished, she fell into their arms and spent a long while being cuddled and comforted and showered with praise.
"Can I call my Ma'am, please?" Grace sniffled, "I want to tell her what happened so she doesn't have to hear about it when she comes to pick me up."
"Of course you can, little one. And after you do that, we would love it if you would come join us in front of the TV." Don said kindly.
Don and Eileen left the room to give Grace privacy for her phone call. Grace picked up her cell phone and dialed Olivia's cell phone number, listening to the phone ring while she gently rubbed her punished bottom.
"Hey, baby girl." Olivia greeted when she saw that Grace was calling her, and she immediately went on alert when she heard that Grace was crying, "What's wrong, angel?"
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry. I got spanked." Grace wept as she proceeded to explain the entire story.
"I see. Well, first of all, I am very proud of you for calling me and telling me about this. I need you to be a very good girl for the rest of today so you don't get into anymore trouble, okay?" Olivia spoke kindly.
"Yes, Ma'am, I'll be a good girl." Grace whimpered, "Please don't spank me, Ma'am. It hurts." Grace pleaded, and Olivia's heart broke.
"I know it hurts, my baby, it's supposed to hurt. I think you know you have another spanking coming, but I don't want you worrying about it and beating yourself up for the rest of the day, okay? It's all over for now, and I want you to have a good time with Don and Eileen. In fact, I am going to text Don right now and tell him that you are allowed to have arnica."
"I'm so sorry, Ma'am." Grace whimpered.
"I know you are, lovey, and you are absolutely forgiven. I'm not mad." Olivia assured her, "Now, I want you to dry those pretty eyes and go find somebody to cuddle up with. I'll be there to pick you up in a few hours and we will take care of what needs to be done. I love you, my baby."
"I love you, Ma'am." Grace replied.
The call was disconnected, and Grace stood there for several minutes rubbing her bottom. She took her jeans off entirely, folded them, and placed them on the bed. She looked up when Don walked into the room.
"I hear there's a bottom in here in need of arnica. We've also been told that you get cuddles on demand for the rest of the day, and it's your choice what we have for dinner tonight." Don smiled kindly, holding up the tube of lotion.
Back at the precinct, Olivia sighed as she put her cell phone away and struggled to turn her attention back to her work, reminding herself that Grace was in safe, loving hands and would be fine until she went to pick her up. Olivia looked up from her computer when a man walked into her office.
"Captain Benson?" the man inquired.
"That's me." Olivia replied.
"I'm Joe Velasco, I'm here for my interview for the white shield position."
"Ah, you're early, I like it. Have a seat and give me just a moment to pull up your file."
Joe did as he was told and sat down while Olivia quickly finished what she was doing on her computer and then opened another window and pulled up Joe's file.
"So, I see here you've graduated at the top of your class. You studied Trauma Informed Interviewing. Have you had a chance to shadow anybody?" Olivia began the interview process.
"Yes, Ma'am. For three weeks I shadowed Detective Levine at the 12th precinct." Joe replied. He reached into his bag and handed Olivia Detective Levine's letter of recommendation.
The interview process continued until Olivia was satisfied that she had found her newest detective.
"Well, Detective Velasco, I think I can safely say that you have a desk here." Olivia said, "Enjoy the rest of this week as a free man, and I'll see you bright and early Monday morning."
"Thank you, Captain. I won't let you down." Velasco smiled as he stood up and shook Olivia's hand and then walked out of the office.
"Who was that?" Elliot asked as he walked into the office.
"That is our new white shield, Joe Velasco. He starts Monday, and I have to figure out who his partner is going to be. I think for right now I'll partner up Kat and Churlish together, and Fin can show Joe the ropes." Olivia decided, typing it into her computer.
"Works for me. I already did my time, I had my hands full showing you the ropes." Elliot teased.
"Shut up." Olivia smiled, "I'm clocking out a little early today, hold down the fort."
"Copy that, Captain." Elliot agreed.
Olivia let herself into Don and Eileen's apartment and found the older couple sitting on the couch watching TV. She glanced around, but did not see Grace.
"She asked to go lie down about an hour ago, she's in the spare room. I don't think she's actually tired, I think she's just nervous and upset about what she has coming and needed some alone time to process it." Don explained kindly.
Olivia made her way to the spare room and found Grace curled up on the bed. She looked down and could see Grace's punished bottom peeking through her panties. Grace rolled over to look at her and Olivia could see that Grace had been crying.
"Hey, there's my good girl." Olivia cooed, walking over and squatting down by the bed, reaching out to lovingly stroke Grace's face, "Did Don and Eileen feed you dinner yet?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace replied, somewhat subdued.
"Good. Are you ready to come home with me now?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace's lower lip trembled, and Olivia could tell that her baby was trying to be brave.
"Let's find your pants, and we'll say goodbye to Don and Eileen." Olivia said kindly.
When they arrived home, Grace stripped down to her underwear, breathing a sigh of relief to have her jeans off of her bottom. Olivia sat down on the couch and patted her lap.
"Come here, little one." Olivia said kindly.
"Right now?" Grace's lower lip trembled as she reluctantly walked over to where Olivia sat.
"No, not right now. I think we'll put off our little talk until bedtime. Right now I just think my baby needs a nice cuddle." Olivia guided Grace to cuddle on her lap, "There, there. I want you to try to calm down, sweetheart, I know you're sore." Olivia lovingly rubbed Grace's bottom, "Take in a deep breath; one, two, three, four. And hold it; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. And let it out; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One more time, take in a deep breath; one, two, three, four. And hold it; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. And let it out; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. That's my good girl."
"Please no more, Ma'am. Please… I'm so sorry…" Grace pleaded.
"I'll tell you what we'll do, my baby, I'll give you a choice. You can have a full spanking with my hand over your panties, or you can have fifteen spanks with the paddle on your bare bottom. Which one would you rather have?" Olivia continued to rub Grace's bottom while Grace sadly contemplated her options.