Little Miss and the Law by Loki Renard

received anywhere near the discipline she needed to thrive properly. Mackenzie set to work correcting that problem with gusto, laying aside the paddle and returning to spanking Stephanie by hand.
     
    Stephanie's cries were a chorus of pain punctuated by tears and muffled pleas for clemency, but Mackenzie ignored them all. The girl needed a sound spanking, and a sound spanking she would get. It was not until Stephanie's bottom was a uniform mass of deep red that Mackenzie ceased spanking and soothed her contrite girlfriend by rubbing her bottom and lower back gently.
     
    “There there, it is all done now, sweet girl,” she said comfortingly, easing Stephanie up into her arms. Stephanie buried her head in Mackenzie's hair and sobbed against her neck with great heaving cries.
     
    “Shh, sweetheart, you did very well, all is forgiven,” Mackenzie reassured her, rubbing her back and kissing her cheek.
     
    “I'm sorry I am such a bad girlfriend,” Stephanie cried.
     
    “What? You are not a bad girlfriend. You are a little brat sometimes, but I know how to correct that,” Mackenzie smiled, gently curling her fingers in Stephanie's hair and softly tugging her out from her hiding place so that she would be forced to look at Mackenzie.
     
    Stephanie emerged, her face wet from tears, her eyes rimmed red. “I am a bad girlfriend, I am always being naughty and messing up.”
     
    “No you're not. You're a very good girlfriend. If you say that again, I will have to spank you, and I don't think you can take another one of those right now, can you?” Mackenzie's tone was light and it made Stephanie smile just a little and shake her head emphatically.
     
    “I didn't think so. I didn't think my naughty girl would want another spanking right away,” Mackenzie said, cupping Stephanie's bottom gently and pulling her close so that her thighs were spread around Mackenzie's waist as she half knelt on the bed, relieving the pressure on her poor throbbing bottom.
     
    “I don't want another spanking ever,” Stephanie announced.
     
    “Really?” Mackenzie arched her brow. “Well you will have to be very, very good then won't you?”
     
    Stephanie shook her head and giggled. As the pain eased, warmth and a sense of lightness was sneaking over her body.
     
    “I think my naughty girl could do with a hot chocolate and then bed,” Mackenzie announced.
     
    Stephanie giggled and nodded. That sounded divine, she was suddenly very, very tired and though her bottom was sore, the heat in her cheeks was also a source of comfort. A few weeks ago, nobody would have cared if she missed her deadline. Now Mackenzie cared, and she was prepared to do something about it.
     
    “Up we go!” Mackenzie announced, standing up with Stephanie in her arms.
     
    “Oww!” Stephanie cried out as her weight was suddenly forced onto her sore bottom where Mackenzie was supporting her with strong hands.
     
    “Hush little girl, your bottom is supposed to be sore,” Mackenzie said, nevertheless relenting and putting Stephanie down on the floor with a little swat to her red cheeks which peeked out rather sweetly under the tail of her business blouse.
     
    “Come along,” she said, offering her hand.
     
    This time, Stephanie took it gratefully, happily following Mackenzie out to the kitchen where she was plied with hugs, cuddles and hot chocolate kisses. No matter what else was going on in Mackenzie's life, she knew that she was important, loved, cherished. All was well with the world.