Free Little Miss and the Law by Loki Renard

herself pout. “Seems to be the only way to get your attention these days,” she blurted, then instantly regretted the words as Mackenzie's brows rose up in surprise.
     
    “So you didn't do your job properly and you mouthed off at your boss in front of me so that I would pay attention to you?”
     
    “No!” Stephanie denied hotly, crossing her arms over her chest.
     
    Mackenzie continued to scrutinize her with that piercing gaze, a gaze that seemed to see into her very soul and find all the naughty, dirty truths that lived there. “My my, you do know how to get yourself into trouble, don't you?” she noted softly.
     
    “Maybe,” Stephanie admitted.
     
    Mackenzie flicked the lock on the door, then turned back to Stephanie. “I think it is time we addressed this issue.”
     
    Stephanie's eyes widened. “Please ma'am, no, not here!”
     
    “Oh, but you saw fit to play the brat here, did you not? You saw fit you jeopardize your professional reputation as well. What will it matter if you are also thrashed here?”
     
    Thrashed. Stephanie gasped at the word. “M..Mackenzie, please, I wasn't that bad.”
     
    “Oh my dear, you were worse. By my count, you've been pouting and slacking off at work, you've jeopardized the paper's print run and you've wasted almost an hour of out evening together because you wanted the opportunity to brat in front of me. Little one, you have more than earned yourself a very, very sound spanking.”
     
    Stephanie's lower lip trembled. “Please, I am sorry. I … I missed what we had, at the beginning. Please don't spank me here.”
     
    Mackenzie frowned. “What we had at the beginning?”
     
    “Yeah, you know, when you, sort of cared and spanked me and stuff,” Stephanie felt her vocabulary declining into childish phrases before Mackenzie's increasingly stern gaze.
     
    “I see. Your bottom has been feeling neglected, has it? Well, we shall remedy that.”
     
    Stephanie writhed in place. Mackenzie was not so much as laying a finger on her, yet her body was aflame with shame and anticipation of the punishment she was being promised.
     
    “Come along, little one,” Mackenzie said briskly.
     
    Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. She was not going to be spanked in her office.
     
    “Thank you Ma'am,” she said meekly.
     
    “Thank me when I am done with your behind,” Mackenzie replied, holding the door open for Stephanie to go out before her. It was all Stephanie could do to leave the office without succumbing to the powerful urge to cover her bottom with her hands.
     
    Mackenzie strode out of McMevil Publishing trailing Stephanie behind her like a puppy on a string. Stephanie's usually buoyant features were wide eyed with a girlish sort of fear as trailed along after Mackenzie dutifully, her held hand firmly in Mackenzie's strong grip which removed any possibility of escape. Being led that way out of the building and into the car park was embarrassing, but Stephanie was not silly enough to try to pull away, instead she did her best to keep up with Mackenzie's long strides and to smile at the people they passed by in the halls. It was bad enough knowing that you were going to be punished without everyone else in the building surmising as much. She breathed a sigh of relief when they reached Mackenzie's car.
     
    “In you get,” Mackenzie released Stephanie's hand and gestured to the passenger door.
     
    Stephanie obeyed quietly. She wanted to moan and pout and complain about how unfair it all was, but one look at the thunderous expression on Mackenzie's face dissuaded her from taking that action. She was in so much trouble. Her stomach fizzed with a queer excitement as Mackenzie slid into the driver's side of the vehicle and slipped the keys into the ignition.
     
    “Seat belt on, little girl,” she said sternly.
     
    Stephanie hastened to put her seat belt on, then sat stock still, facing forwards with her hands clasped in her lap. She had been naughty, she knew