A/N: I'm sure you all have guessed by now, but this is going to be a very, very long story, much longer than anything else I've written, and I hope that's cool with everybody. There is one thing that I'm having a hard time deciding, so I'm turning to all of you and putting it to a vote. Do you want to see Grace have to serve a week or two in Block C, or is that too similar to what I've already written in my other story?
From her place draped across her Mistress's lap, Grace whimpered as Olivia pulled her panties down. Olivia picked up the paddle right from the start and raised the paddle up to deliver the first spank to her naughty little submissive's bare bottom, and was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone ringing. Olivia paused for a moment, trying to decide whether to stall Grace's punishment and answer the phone, or ignore the phone and deal with Grace's naughty bottom. Olivia sighed as she set the paddle aside and gently patted Grace's bottom.
"Sorry, honey, I have to answer that. Stand up, leave your panties where they are."
Grace wasn't sorry at all as she willingly pushed herself up to her feet, saying a massive 'thank you' to whatever higher power existed. Even if it was only for a few minutes, she was grateful for the reprieve, and she prayed that maybe, just maybe, Olivia was being called into the precinct for an emergency and wouldn't have time to follow through on the spanking she was planning to deliver. As she retrieved her phone, Olivia had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling at the obvious relief on Grace's pretty face. Grace hadn't been told to return to her corner, so she simply stood there with her panties down around her knees and waited to find out what was about to happen.
"Benson." Olivia pressed her phone to her ear.
"Hey, Liv, it's me." Carisi's voice came over the line, "I need you to put me on speaker."
"Sure, one second." Olivia pulled the phone away from her ear, "Come here, sweetheart, Carisi wants to talk to us." Grace obediently walked over and was grateful to be guided to sit on Olivia's lap instead of lying over it.
"Dr. Lindstrom was found guilty on all counts. He was sentenced to thirty five years." Carisi announced.
"That's it?" Olivia inquired.
"That's part of his plea deal; five years for each of his six victims, plus an extra five for stalking Grace. And his therapy license has been yanked."
"Which means if he behaves himself, he could get out in fifteen." Olivia sighed, "I guess we'll take it. Thanks for all of your help, Carisi."
"Yes, thank you so much. I feel much safer." Grace chimed in.
"You are very welcome, Grace. My next case starts in fifteen minutes. Have a nice day, ladies."
Olivia set her phone aside and the two women spent several minutes embracing while Grace cried tears of relief that this whole ordeal was behind her. Olivia lovingly rocked Grace in her arms and gently stroked her long brown hair. When Grace was calm, Olivia held her for a few extra minutes, and then the brunette detective sighed and kissed Grace's temple.
"I promise we are going to talk through all of your feelings about all of this, baby girl, and tonight we will have dinner at the Pizzeria to celebrate, but I'm afraid right now you still have a spanking coming." Olivia said gently.
"Please, Ma'am, I'm sorry." Grace pleaded meekly, more tears filling her big blue eyes.
"I know you are, and you are absolutely forgiven, but I warned you before that the next time you threw something you would get the paddle. You know how to control yourself, and I expect you to express your emotions appropriately. The paddle will help remind you. Come here, I promise it will only take a few minutes and then you can cuddle on my lap again, and when you feel better we will talk." Olivia gently patted Grace's hip.
"Yes, Ma'am." Grace reluctantly got up and with a trembling lower lip she obediently draped herself across Olivia's lap again, offering her bare bottom for punishment. Olivia reached for the paddle and tapped Grace's bottom to let her know it was coming. Grace clasped her hands together as if in prayer to resist the urge to cover herself and squeezed her eyes closed in fearful anticipation of the familiar sting.
True to Olivia's word, it was all over in just a few minutes. Grace was vaguely aware of something cold being gently rubbed on her punished bottom, and then the brunette submissive found herself being cuddled in her Mistress's arms with Olivia's soothing voice swirling in her ears while Grace sobbed on her shoulder.
The next day, Dr. Olivet wisely ignored Grace's slight wriggling as the young submissive sat focusing her attention on a small cross stitch while she had her session.
"...so he got thirty five years, and my Ma'am says if he behaves he could get out in fifteen, but I'm just glad that he got put away at all, and he got his therapy license yanked so he can't use his job as an excuse to hurt anyone else." Grace concluded recounting the events of the past several days.
"That's wonderful news, Grace. How are you doing with the cutting?" Dr. Olivet inquired.
"I've been tempted a few times, but so far I haven't cut myself again. My Ma'am does weekly check-ins with me where she inspects my body to make sure I haven't cut myself. And every time I've been tempted, I've written my feelings down in my therapy journal like you suggested." Grace replied honestly, "The medicine helps the anxiety not be so intense, and now that we have a verdict I think the anxiety is mostly under control for right now."
"Well, that's good to hear. And have there been rewards for good behavior?" Dr. Olivet inquired, knowing that Dr. Lindstrom had insinuated in court that Grace was not a good girl, so Dr. Olivet was going to do everything she could to counteract that claim, hopefully before it had time to do any damage.
"I got ice cream the other day for being a good girl for a sitter who was tending me while my Ma'am went to the courthouse to testify. And another day before that I got tickles for being a good girl. I got spanked yesterday, but I'm trying to be a good girl."
"You are a good girl, Grace, and don't let anyone tell you any different. I think this is a good place to stop for today. Keep writing in your therapy journal, and I'll see you at your next appointment."
Olivia was sitting out in the waiting room and looked up when Dr. Olivet's office door opened and Grace appeared looking happy. The brunette detective stood up and caught her sweet little submissive in her arms. Grace now trusted Dr. Olivet enough that she didn't need Olivia to go in the room with her. Today had been Grace's first time going into Dr. Olivet's office by herself, and Olivia was proud.
"When we get home, I think my good girl definitely earned a reward." Olivia kissed Grace's temple, and Grace beamed. Making Olivia proud of her was the best feeling in the world.
"We finally got the DNA results back on William Lewis. The lab's been backed up for days. Turns out the guy really is the grandson of Mrs. Jeffs, so they're dropping the theft charge, and he's still out on bail for the rape charges." Fin walked into the squad room with the lab report in his hand.
"Benson." Olivia pressed her phone to her ear when it rang.
"Captain Benson, this is Dr. Walsh from Dayspring Psychiatric Hospital. I'm afraid we are in need of assistance down here, one of our patients is claiming that she was raped by one of our nurses, and she has several large bruises developing on her body. Elizabeth Hinckley, age twenty five. She's been in and out of our facility for the past year and a half due to Schizophrenia."
"Someone will be there shortly." Olivia hung up the phone and turned to her detectives, "A possible rape at Dayspring Psychiatric Hospital. Amanda, you and I will go talk to the victim."
"Elizabeth is actually having a good day today, she's fairly lucid aside from claiming that there are rats climbing up the walls in her room. After lunch, something must have triggered her and she broke down sobbing, claiming that she was raped yesterday. As I said on the phone, Elizabeth has Schizophrenia and has been in and out of our facility. She does well here, and then she goes home and refuses to stay on her medication and ends up back here. She's not dangerous, she's actually very sweet when she's having a good day like today." Dr. Walsh explained as she escorted Olivia and Amanda to Elizabeth's room.
"We are going to need to speak to every single one of your nurses, and have access to their files." Olivia said.
"Of course, anything you need. I just can't believe this could happen here." Dr. Walsh sighed.
"Elizabeth." Olivia spoke kindly as she entered the room with Amanda close behind her, "My name is Captain Benson, this is Detective Rollins. We're here to help you."
Elizabeth was sitting on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chest, rocking herself slightly as she stared off into an empty corner of the room.
"Be careful, there are rats everywhere in here." Elizabeth looked up.
"Well, would you be more comfortable talking somewhere else?" Amanda offered.
"You can use my office if you like." Dr. Walsh volunteered.
"That's good, there are no rats in there." Elizabeth agreed.
"So, Elizabeth, Dr. Walsh called us because she's concerned about you. She said you were raped yesterday?" Olivia spoke kindly once the threesome was settled in the privacy of Dr. Walsh's office.
"Yesterday." Elizabeth whimpered, "By a nurse."
"Can you tell us his name?"
"I don't know his name, he wasn't wearing his nametag like he was supposed to."
"Can you tell us what he looked like?"
"Tall, thin. Brown hair, green eyes."
Olivia and Amanda looked at each other knowingly as Elizabeth gave them an exact description of William Lewis.
"Okay, honey, can you tell us what happened?" Amanda asked.
"The shadow people were out to get me yesterday, so I stayed in my room all day. He brought my dinner into my room and put it up on that high shelf, and he told me that I had to give him sex if I wanted to eat dinner. I was hungry, so I gave him what he wanted. While he was on top of me, I saw one of the shadow people watching and got scared. I tried to push him off of me, and he got mad. He hit me a bunch of times and told me if I made too much noise he would be back today to do it again."
"Elizabeth, have you taken a shower today?" Olivia asked.
"No. The water burns my skin." Elizabeth replied.
"Okay, well, in that case I think that either Detective Rollins or myself should take you to Mercy Hospital to have a rape kit done so that we can find the man who hurt you."
"Will you go with me? The shadow people are afraid of you, they won't hurt me if you're with me." Elizabeth smiled.
"Yes, I will." Olivia returned the smile, and then she turned her attention to Amanda, "You stay here and interview the nurses while I take her to the hospital."
"Yes, Captain." Amanda agreed.
"I don't like this. Can we hold hands?" Elizabeth whimpered while the rape kit was being collected.
"Of course. Here, take my hand." Olivia offered her hand for Elizabeth to hold, "I know this is a long process, honey. You're doing so well."
"Ow! Please, you're hurting me." Elizabeth whimpered.
When the rape kit was finally over, Elizabeth was allowed to get dressed and Olivia took her back to Dayspring Psychiatric Hospital. They were walking up the steps to the front door when Elizabeth suddenly screamed in fear.
"That's him!" Elizabeth pointed.
Olivia looked up just in time to see William Lewis disappear around the side of the building, and the brunette detective went running after him as fast as her legs would carry her. She chased him for a block and a half before she finally cut through an alley and was able to tackle him to the ground and wrestle him into handcuffs.
"Amanda, dispense with the interviews and meet me at the car. I got him." Olivia spoke into her police radio, "William Lewis, you are under arrest for rape and violating the terms of your bail."
"Mr. Lewis, you're back in my courtroom again, and with new charges against you, including violating the terms of your bail. I see I made a mistake in granting you bail the first time. I won't make that mistake again. You are to be remanded without bail until your trial." Lena Petrovsky banged her gavel, "Next case."