Orgasm Therapy, Chapter 8

by Pulsar

Mrs. Ellison sat nervously while waiting. Finally, Nurse Rachael brought in Ashley. There she stood in her short little gown that hung but two inches below her crotch, leaving those pale bare legs completely exposed. The puzzled ten-year-old looked about the office and once the door closed behind her, she felt a little trapped. She looked back once to see Rachael was gone from the room.

"How are we doing, Ashley?" asked Dr. Lambert.

"Okay... I guess," she said.

"Good," replied Dr. Lambert. "I want you to meet Mrs. Ellison. This is Katie's mum."

"Oh... heh-wo," she said, nervously curtsying with her gown, nearly showing her bald naked nether lips.

"Hello, Ashley," replied Mrs. Ellison, somewhat nervous herself.

"I want you to meet her for a good reason, Ashley," continued Dr. Lambert. "You see, you've made great progress here. But this institution is no place for a girl to grow up. You eventually need to settle in a home-- a good home."

Yet Ashley trembled. "Noooo! Bad things happen in houses," she said with fear, considering the past abuse and neglect she endured.

"Well... sometimes," agreed Dr. Lambert with a soothing voice. "That's why we had to take you out from your own family. But our purpose is to prepare you for a good home, where they will care for you properly and love you. Now Mrs. Ellison has agreed to share her home with you for a while, until a more permanent arrangement can be made."

"Oh?" mumbled Ashley.

Mrs. Ellison re-crossed her legs. "Yes, th-that's right honey," she said. "I've raised two girls... until I lost one in a bus accident, along with their father."

"And she took good care of her girls," added Dr. Lambert. "So, I want you to get to know each other. You need to bond. You've learned to be a good patient here at the hospital, but to be a daughter again is something else altogether. You won't learn that here. You'll learn that by living in a real home and family."

"Oh," muttered Ashley again, both fearful and bashfully.

"What we are going to do now will help calm some of your fears," continued Dr. Lambert. "In order for you to understand a mother-daughter relationship, I'm going to need you both to do a mother-daughter activity. And we'll start off with a simple spanking!"

"A spanking?!" exclaimed Ashley as she reached back and covered her buttocks through her thin gown.

"Yes, it's a perfect bonding experience. You need to learn the difference between a brutal beating and true effective discipline. We're going to discipline. Now... I want you to do whatever Mrs. Ellison commands!"

Suddenly, Ashley trembled. She did everything she could to keep herself from crying as she stood before them both. But Mrs. Ellison uncrossed her legs. "Now Ashley, dear. I... I want you to take your gown off so it'll be easier."

"D-do I have too?" she squeaked.

"Yes, honey, I think that'd be best."

And thus little Ashley's trembling hands slowly and unwillingly lifted up her gown. She pulled it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Thus Mrs. Ellison patted her thighs. "C'mon dear," she coaxed. "Let's get started."

And thus with a muffled series of whimpers, Ashley reluctantly climbed on the couch and positioned her naked body in place over Mrs. Ellison's lap. Mrs. Ellison then positioned her in a slightly more comforting position. "Can you breathe okay? Is it comfortable?"

"I guess," mumbled Ashley as she buried her face in the cushion of the couch.

"Turn your head sideways dear so you'll get some air," coaxed Mrs. Ellison as she turned the girl's head with her left hand. "There we go." And having a warm, bare-naked ten-year-old squirming on her lap sent chills throughout her body. Just the mere presence of someone else's naked child against her now under her control caused an awakening of mysterious feelings from the depths of her soul. Acting completely out of spontaneity, she gently patted that bare bottom, before gently rubbing around in small circles. The flesh was glass smooth and her buttocks soft like water balloons.

And upon feeling such a touch, Ashley cringed as a chill ran up her spine. She could feel her back and arms break out in goose bumps by the gentle touch of those fingertips on her bare buns. "Ooooh," she softly sighed.

"Now relax dear," coaxed Mrs. Ellison. "I'm not going to abuse you like the others, I promise. I'd never do anything to harm you." With that, she gave a few more pats and squeezes on those tantalizing pale globes. "But this IS going to be a real spanking it it's gonna hurt some."

Ashley tensed up again and let fly another whimper. "I don wanna spinkin,'" she whined.

"This will be good for both you," assured Dr. Lambert as she observed with a pen and notebook in hand. "Now the best thing for you to do is express yourself. As soon as you feel like you need to cry, do so! Don't hold back your feelings."

And thus Mrs. Ellison gave a few more rubs, before lightly patting that bare bottom. With her left hand on Ashley's lower back, she raised her right hand to swat, yet hesitated. And thus she lightly caressed those bare buns again.

"Oooh. Ooooooh," moaned Ashley as she began to relax again.

And the reaction only encouraged Mrs. Ellison to continue caressing those buttocks in small circles. Yet something deep within drove her to caress the crack between in slow deliberate strokes with a feather-light touch. Naturally, Ashley gasped and twitched again, now breaking out in more visible goose bumps on her bottom and legs. So she caressed the crack again, before daring to give that pink puckered rectum a slight tickle.

"Oooh! Oooo-Oooh!" moaned Ashley as she squirmed an jolted.

By now, Mrs, Ellison realized that Ashley wasn't just squirming, she was deliberately humping her thigh, now purposely forcing her crotch against her. And thus she tickled that little opening again before gliding her fingertips over those bare buns once more.

"Oooooh, that feels good," moaned Ashley without a thought.

And such an outburst only encouraged Mrs. Ellison all the more to tease that little bare bottom a few more seconds, causing her charge to writhe and sigh on her lap.

Yet time had come. She opened up her hand flat and prepared to swat that tempting bare bottom. She raised her hand halfway in preparation and gently swung without making contact. Yet Ashley still humped and squirmed in time with her heavy breaths. She gave another practice swing, this time landing only gently on the right buttock, forcing a squeaky 'humph' from her charge. But after only two more gentle practice pats, she flipped her wrist. Her hand slapped that bare bottom with a sound 'Smack!'

"Eeeee!" shrieked Ashley with a firm pelvic thrust against her spanker's thighs.

'Smack!' "Ooooh!" 'Whack!' "Aaaah!" 'Slap!' "Ooooo!" With each slap of her hand, Ashley would jolt and squeal, yet the warm sting only prompted her to thrust hard to sooth her throbbing little clitty down below against her spanker's lap.

"You're doing good, Ashley," said Mrs. Ellison as she paused to gently rub that bare bottom now coated with pink splotches. "You're behaving very well for your spanking."

"Yes, she is," agreed Dr. Lambert as she watched with legs tightly crossed.

And thus Mrs. Ellison gently poked at that little puckered bum hole for a few seconds. Ashley thrust hard and gasped upon feeling the tickling sensation. "I see you seem to like this, Ash," said Mrs. Ellison.

"It tickles," gasped Ashley.

"Well... a spanking is supposed to sting, so I'm gonna spank harder now." With that, she raised her hand. With a brisk flip of the wrist, another series of swats landed on her bottom. 'Slap!' 'Smack!' 'Whack!' "Oooow! Ooow-oww!" cried Ashley as she jolted and squirmed. Yet she did hold her position on her lap. Yet the warm sting grew hot and brisk as the hand slaps continued on her bottom. After nearly ten swats, her eyes had teared up. "Ooow-oooowww!" cried Ashley as she humped harder and faster against her spanker's lap.

But Mrs. Ellison paused to gently rub the now-glowing red bottom before her. A tingling rush filled her from head to toe as she had shamelessly spanked someone else's naked child she hardly knew. Yet the greatest concentration of the tingling was down in her crotch. Had she been focused, she would have realized how soaked the crotch of her panties had become. And thus she softly caressed those hot stinging buns with her fingertips, before once again teasing and tickling her little bum hole in a circular motion.

Ashley tensed up and arched her back. She moaned louder as the teasing finger massaged her tight little rectum. And naturally, she thrush her pelvis back and forth against her spanker's firm thigh.

"Does your bottom hurt?" asked Mrs. Ellison softly.

"Uh-huh! But that tickles!"

"Well, my Katie got it worse! She got the hairbrush on her bare bottom! That's a big owie!"

Ashley gasped and grunted as she continued to hump Mrs. Ellison's lap. "Oh, pweeze not the hair-bwush," she pled between her heavy breaths. "That would hurt more!"

"Well... a spanking is supposed to hurt some," said Mrs. Ellison as she slid her finger a few millimeters deeper into her charge's bum hole.

"Oooh!" gasped Ashley. "Pweeze, just use your hand. I'll be good, I pwomise!"

"Well, okay, Ashley. We'll see how this works." And thus Mrs. Ellison gave her charge one more tickle before pulling out and slapping that bottom again. Yet this time, it was harder than before. 'Smack!' "Oooow!" 'Slap!' "Aaaah!" With each hard slap on her bottom, Ashley jolted. Yet with each jolt, her throbbing little clit would rub against Mrs. Ellison's lap, bringing ever closer to the brink. And after ten more harder swats, the spanking suddenly stopped, only to be replaced with sensuous caresses on her bottom and another tickling of her crack. By now, Ashley was whimpering as tears would roll down her cheeks.

"Oooooh!" she moaned again as she sniffled.

"Well, you've had a nice good spanking," said Mrs. Ellison as she tickled that little opening. "We're almost done." And thus she gave another harsh 'Slap!' on her bottom, before caressing her again. "I think this is good for you." And a few seconds later, she gave another hard 'Smack!' with her hand.

"Ooooh!" cried Ashley as she humped even harder. But after only a brief finger caress down her crack, there came another 'Smack!' on her bottom. The only comfort from the sting was a brief tickle in her rectum before another swat landed. 'Smack! Slap!' "Ooooh!" gasped Ashley again as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks. Yet the both the slaps and the finger-teasing nearly overloaded her nervous system. But there came a few more hard swats with the hand along with the caressing in between. "Aaaaah! Oooo!" cried Ashley as the last swat landed. "Use the hair-bwush!" she gasped aloud as the total sensations had her near the threshold of ecstasy.

"Well... okay," said Mrs. Ellison as she retrieved it from her purse. She grasped it firmly and gently tapped on that angry-red right buttock. Ashley tensed up, causing he buttocks to shrink to half their size as she felt the cold plastic gently touching her flesh. Yet she humped down hard in anticipation. "Now this is gonna hurt more," Mrs. Ellison warned softly as she gave a few more taps. But then, with a flip of the wrist, it struck true with a 'CRACK!'

"Aaaaah!" cried Ashley as the sharp sting soaked it. It left a burning glow on her right buttock. 'WHACK!' "Ooooow!" Now her left side also burned as if a hot coal rested on her. Yet her squirming only agitated her swollen wet crotch all the more. She knew that soon she would not be able to hold back. But then came another 'CRACK!' on her bottom from that smooth yet hard hairbrush. 'SMACK!' "OOoooh!" she cried.

But Mrs. Ellison briefly rubbed the brush against those angry-red splotches on her bottom. "Two more swats, honey," she said with a reassuring voice. "Now these two are gonna really hurt so don't try to keep from crying!" And with that, she raised the brush.

Ashley squeezed her little red butt cheeks together tightly as she squirmed about. But then came the first. 'WHACK!' "Oooooow-ie!" cried Ashley as she kicked her feet and humped hard. And though the spank burned hot, she felt a brief tickle down her crack and back up with the brush handle, before the next one landed. 'CRACK!' "Oooooh! Ooooow!" cried Ashley. By now, she was sobbing from the hot sting. Yet the intense pleasure tingling between her legs had only intensified. Soon, she felt a finger tickling her little hole once again. And as it sank deeper in a subtle wiggling motion, her hard thrusts brought her to the brink.

Her head began to spin as the familiar warm flush came over her whole body. At this point, she had passed the threshold. She could not prevent herself from an orgasm if she wanted to. Yet there was that brief delay for the final build up. With one more hump, she burst!

It hit her like another on-coming train. With the force of Hiroshima, she burst open in waves of pleasure. "Aaaaaaaaah!" she cried uncontrollably as the throbbing orgasm consumed her. Her eyes rolled back into her head as a falling sensation nearly caused her to pass out. Her vocal chords froze as her mouth hung open.

For that brief moment in time, it would seem as if the orgasm would go on forever. But finally it subsided. Once she could vocalize again, a long series of squeaky moans escaped her. And during such a climax, the hot sting on her bottom had only intensified the pleasure. Yet by now, the explosion and subsequent contractions had left her with cramps all over, especially in her abdomen. "Aaaaaah!" she sighed as she fell limp across her lap.

"Very good," replied Mrs. Ellison. "You're almost like my Katie. You take bare-bottom spankings very well."

By now, Dr. Lambert found her own self starving for some satisfaction. "I'm very pleased with you," she added as Ashley sat up with Mrs. Ellison's help. "I would seem it did you both a lot of good."

Naturally, Mrs. Ellison held her close on her lap, completely unconcerned over the wetness. She kissed her charge on the forehead. "You're such a little doll," she said. "I'm glad I agreed to take you home with me."

Ashley only sniffled as she attempted to stop her crying from the spanking. But having spent her energy, she soon fell silent. "Am I gonna get more spankin's," she dared to ask softly with a dry mouth.

"I'm sure it can be arranged," replied Mrs. Ellison.

And thus Dr. Lambert finally uncrossed her legs. She reached over to her desk and buzzed for the nurses. Soon, the door opened and in walked Rachael. "You called, doctor?"

"Yes, can you get Ashley's clothes bag and prepare her for a trip off campus," requested Dr. Lambert before facing her young naked patient. "Ashley dear. Why don't you go get dressed in the clothes Mrs. Ellison has provided. We'll see how this one-night trial goes."

"C'mon, Ash," coaxed Rachael.

And thus she hopped down of Mrs. Ellison's lap and recovered her gown from the floor. She took Rachael's hand as they prepared to leave. "But Rachael, I've been off campus already to the party..."

Suddenly, Rachael's hand shot up to cover Ashley's mouth. "Uh... let's not bore them with that now. Let's get ready." And thus she led her out into the corridor and closed the office door.

Now, the two women sat alone. Dr. Lambert looked directly at Mrs. Ellison. "Well, that was quite a success!" she declared. "Now, reach up your skirt and tell me if your panties are soaked with bodily secretions."

"What?!" gasped Mrs. Ellison, "I mean I... uh..." Nevertheless, she bashfully complied with the request. "Oh.... OH!" she cried upon realizing the truth.

"More than a little randy, aren't we," concluded Dr. Lambert as she rose from her chair. "Now... tell me what you want," she said seductively as she approached Mrs. Ellison on the couch.

"What... I want?"

"Yes... tell me what you want right now... more than anything!"

Mrs. Ellison trembled as she swallowed hard. "Well..."

But outside the office, Nurse Rachael escorted Ashley back to her room, her bright red bottom on display. "Now, let's get you packed up so you can spend some time out in the real world again."

"Okay, but why did you cover my mouth?" asked Ashley.

"Because, the party is a big secret. Remember that!"

"Yes Wachael," replied Ashley as she began to dress.

Meanwhile, back in Dr. Lambert's office, Mrs. Ellison found herself struggling for her breath as she lay naked on top of Dr. Lambert in a '69' position. "Ooooh! Ooooh! Aaaaah!" she moaned and grunted with her eyes closed. Soon, that skillful wandering tongue had her on the brink. "Ooooh! Oooh-yesss! Yeeessss! Right there! Right there! Don't stop! Don't sssstoooopppp!" Moments later, she burst. Her mature vulva spewed forth a jet of warm liquid as the orgasm consumed her. "Aaaaaaaah!" she shrieked. Once she calmed down, she slowly worked over the doctor's shaven slit, returning the favor.

"Ooooh-gaawwd!" cried Dr. Lambert. "Ooooh-gaaawwwd! Yeesss! Yeeessss, right there! Don't stop, my little MILF!" she cried out. And after a few minutes of Mrs. Ellison's exploring tongue, she too reached the edge of the universe. "Oooooh, bloody-hell!" she cried, just before the explosion froze her vocal chords. She bucked against her partner as she squirted her jet. The contractions took hold and she lost all control for many seconds until she nearly passed out in her own office. Finally, she caught her breath. "Oh, my little milf! This seems to come natural for you."

Mrs. Ellison blushed as she sat up from her mount. "I've never made a habit of this," she said.

"Well, 'Westward the course of empire takes its way!'"

"Huh?"

"Manifest Destiny, Mrs. Ellison," replied Dr. Lambert. "From your country's history."

"We'll see," replied Mrs. Ellison bashfully as she reached for her clothes in the pile on the floor.

"Yes, we shall indeed!" replied Dr. Lambert with a grin.

"I only hope Ashley's orgasm was as good as the one I just had," mumbled Mrs. Ellison as she slid on her panties.

"I'm sure the dear lass was quite fulfilled," assured Dr. Lambert.

A short while later, the two women were dressed again and Rachael led Ashley back in, now clothed in a turtleneck shirt underneath a very short pinafore jumper that revealed most of her bare pale legs. Her hair had been done up in pigtails, each one bound with pink yarn. Long white knee socks covered her lower legs, all the way up to the base of her wide bony kneecaps. Mrs. Ellison took one look and smiled in approval. "My, you sure look pretty!"

"Indeed," agreed Dr. Lambert. "A right proper young lady!"

Ashley grinned and slightly blushed. "Thank you," she mumbled.

"Well, shall we go, sweetie?" asked Mrs. Ellison.

"Okay," said Ashley nervously.

"C'mon! This will be good for you," coaxed Mrs. Ellison as she took her by the hand. "And hopefully soon, Katie will come home too... for good!"

And with that, Dr. Lambert reached for her phone and called the front desk. "Oh Edgar, dear! Will you come get Mrs. Ellison?"

"Be right there!"

And thus they quite the office. As Mrs. Ellison rounded the corner with Ashley in tow, they nearly collided with Amy as she was leading Katie down the hall. Katie's eyes bulged at the sight of young Ashley in civilian clothing. She gasped in shock as she looked her up and down. "Ashley... pretty!" she said in her childish diction. She reached out and gently tugged on a pigtail. "Pretty hair," she mumbled before tugging on the straps of her pinafore. "Pretty dress." Then, she reached down and pinched a bare kneecap. "Pretty knees."

"Yes, Ashley looks very pretty," agreed Amy.

"She's ready to move out of here into a home," added Rachael. "And your poor mummy has agreed to help her practice. Of course, she wishes you'd go home to her, but you still won't come around."

And thus Katie stood speechless. Mrs. Ellison looked sadly at her own daughter. "Yes, when are you going to come back to me?" she added. But at that time, the main door of the ward opened in the distance as the security guard Edgar arrived. He stood at the open door with keys in hand, waiting for Mrs. Ellison. "Well... I'll see you tomorrow, honey," Mrs. Ellison said as she gently tugged on Ashley's hand. And thus they passed through.

But the sound of the door slamming shut again, along with the clicking of the lock finally sent Katie into a frenzy. She raced down the hallway to slam into the door. She pounded the metal with her fists. "Mooommmieeee!" she cried. "Mommy! Come back! I'm your daughter! Come back!" In desperation, she beat on the door. Yet her cried went unheeded from beyond. "I'm your daughter! Take me! She's not your kid! I am! Come back! I'm your own fucking child!"

Naturally, the two nurses gasped. Dr. Lambert grinned, somewhat pleased with her gambit. But when Katie suddenly realized what she had said, she covered her mouth and blushed. But Dr. Lambert slowly approached with a smile. "My, my my! Quite an improvement in diction from your childish babbling," she said. "And your vocabulary has become... er... 'colorful!' Slutty, but colorful."

Katie now trembled in shame, having blown her own cover and foiled her own charade. "Uh... uh... I mean... Katie mad!"

"We know what you mean, dear," said Amy as they approached as well. With that, she produced the old notebook she had been keeping a diary in. "It's all in here!" Thus, she waved it about in front of her. "You have very pretty handwriting. And an impressive writing style for a girl your age."

"Uh... uh..." stammered Katie as the trio came upon her.

"Why don't you discuss your feelings about this with your mother when she comes back tomorrow," suggested Dr. Lambert. "I know she would want that more than anything."

"But... but... I'm her daughter! She chose Ashley!" cried Katie as she collapsed to the floor with her back against the door.

"No, she didn't chose Ashley over you. She's helping Ashley. But she wants you home all the more," assured Dr. Lambert. "Now, suppose we go to my office and talk about your journal entries. We'll talk about your feelings. We'll discuss your fears and your needs. Then, we'll discuss going home."

That evening, as Rachael put Katie to bed at he shift end, she secured the tape about her diaper. "We know you're a big girl now, but I don't think we're ready to trust that bladder of yours while you're sleeping."

"I won't pee... well, probably won't," mumbled Katie with chagrin.

"Well, it's not uncommon for kids your age who've been traumatized to have night time accidents," replied Rachael as she finished. "Your mommy understands that." With that, she gently patted Katie's soft smooth inner thigh. "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow afternoon, she'll be here again and you two can have a long talk."

Katie rolled on her side, yet she placed one leg across Rachael's stocky bare thighs. There they sat with both their bare legs against each other. "You think mommy will give me another spanking?" she asked.

"Oh, she might," said Rachael. "She might have her hairbrush with her too."

"Oh," gasped Katie. Suddenly, her hand wandered down into her diaper. "Makes me wanna cum."

Rachael only giggled. She sat quietly next to her on the bed for a few moments, the only sound being the rustling of her hand in the diaper. But soon, Rachael reached down to remove the diaper she had just put on. Gently rolling her patient over, she seized her by the legs. She bent down and dared to kiss up and down those inner thighs for a few moments, before letting her tongue find the holy-of-holies. A few skillful licks and Katie was moaning and writhing on her back. She began to buck against Rachael's face as she licked away. Her moans grew louder and louder. After several minutes, the old familiar build up began to glow in her crotch, before spreading over her entire body. When orgasm came, she squeezed Rachael's neck hard with her gymnastic legs. Her cries resounded out in the hallway as she moaned through her long orgasm.

But soon, she was spent and Rachael secured the diaper about her once again. Thus, she covered her up and kissed her goodnight.

Yet at that very hour, far away in town, a naked Ashley lay across Mrs. Ellison's lap with a bottom now a bright crimson. -Smack!- "Oooow!" -Crack!- "Ooooh!" -Slap!- "Aaaah!" she cried as the spanks landed. Yet every so often, the stinging slaps would stop for a brief rub and tease down her crack before resuming. . -Smack!- "Oooow!" -Crack!- "Ooooh!" -Slap!- "Aaaah!" grunted Ashley. "Spank harder!" And thus Mrs. Ellison obliged. -SMACK!- "OOOooow!" -CRACK!- "OOOoooh!" -WHACK!- "AAaahhh!"

Yet she paused again to caress the red bottom with her fingertips, before caressing her crack and perineum. "Does Ashley need a hard spanking on her bottom?" she asked as she began to tug at the string of anal beads protruding from her puckered rectum.

"Oh... y-yes!" gasped Ashley as she humped. "I need a hard spankin' on my bottom," she said between her heavy breaths and grunts as she humped hard against Mrs. Ellison's lap.

Mrs. Ellison in turn gently tugged at the beads, before poking them in again. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Oh yes, (-gasp-) I pwomise I'll be good!" cried Ashley in a fit of passion.

"Very well, then." And thus Mrs. Ellison continued the spanking. . -SMACK!- "OOOooow!" -CRACK!- "OOOoooh!" -WHACK!- "AAaahhh!" By now, she could see that her charge was now quite ripe and on the edge of climax. And thus she stopped to caress the sore bottom and tickle her finger down the crack again. Ashley squealed and humped all the more, shrieking as she was about to explode.

And just as she burst, Mrs. Ellison seized upon the string of beads and slowly pulled them out of that tight little hole. "Aaaaaaah!" squealed Ashley as those beads popped out one by one through her sphincter. She released a lot of fluid onto her spanker's lap as her climax nearly knocked her out. The intensity was more than she had ever recalled. But finally, she contractions subsided and she fell limp into a powerless stupor.

And thus Mrs. Ellison gave one final rub to that red sore bottom, before lifting her from the spanking position and covering her up. "G'night, sweety," she said. "I'll see you in the morning." And thus she bent down to kiss her.

"So, how'd it go?" asked Dr. Lambert as she sat with a file folder on her lap in her office the next day.

"Oh... it went... very well!" said Mrs. Ellison. "It was the first night since the accident that... well, I wasn't alone in the house."

"A welcome change, I assume?"

"Yes. Definitely," said Mrs. Ellison.

"So, did you cook for her?"

"Well, I made her breakfast but... I took her for a burger for lunch."

"Very well," said. Dr. Lambert. "And... what did you do in the mean time?"

"Well... we... uh... y'know... oh God!" Suddenly, Mrs. Ellison covered her face. "Oh doctor! I'm soooo ashamed. We... we spent the whole morning making love!"

But Dr. Lambert only chucked. "Westward, the course of empire takes its way, Mrs. Ellison," she replied. "Now... all that remains is a long talk between you and Katie. I think her sense of jealously of this matter finally convinced her to end this charade. She's ready now! Ready to tell you she wants to go home!"

"OH... Oh thank God! It's about fucking time! OH...," she suddenly covered her mouth. "I mean... I'm soooo relieved!"

Dr. Ellison chuckled again. "Like mother, like daughter." With that, she reached for her phone on her desk. "Well, now only one thing remains. On Monday, we go before Judge Danforth to make your temporary custody of Ashley official."