by Renard, Loki
���Oh god please no, not with that,��� she begged.
Mackenzie quirked a wry smile at her. ���I haven’t even touched you yet, I suggest you save the begging for when you need it.���
Stephanie’s jaw dropped. She was seriously going to spank her with that thing. She was seriously going to punish her.
���Mackenzie, please, come on,��� she tried once more.
���Hush, little girl,��� Mackenzie placed a finger over Stephanie’s pouting lips. ���The time for you to talk is over. Understand?���
Silently, Stephanie nodded, wringing her hands and squirming on the spot.
���Now, little one, you have been naughty, and you will be punished. I do this not to be cruel, but to be kind. You cannot be allowed to act out simply because you feel ignored. Do you understand?��� As she spoke, Mackenzie put one hand on her hip and caressed Stephanie’s hair gently.
Stephanie nodded, biting her lower lip as she fought back tears that were already threatening to burst through her defenses. ���Yes Ma’am.���
���Good. Now, you are going to pull your panties down and come and lay over my lap,��� Mackenzie said, seating herself on the bed and beckoning Stephanie with one crooked finger.
Stephanie shivered, but obeyed. The first time Mackenzie had spanked her, she had been unable to remove her own panties, but this time she pushed them down willingly. She had been naughty and she needed absolution over Mackenzie’s lap.
���Good girl,��� Mackenzie praised Stephanie, settling her into position, raising her bottom a little higher, her head and shoulders a little further down the bed. Instead of laying over Mackenzie’s thighs, Stephanie found herself positioned over one, with the other wrapped around her lower legs. There would be no escaping this spanking once it started.
Fingernails trailed over her bottom, a gentle scratching that calmed her.
���I don’t think we need to go over why you are here again. I think you know why. Don’t you, little one?��� Mackenzie said, laying her palm lightly over Stephanie’s lower cheeks.
���Yes Ma’am,��� Stephanie sniffed. Tears were already beginning to well in her eyes. She’d never not wanted a spanking so badly, yet deserved one so much. Caught between the desire for absolution and the urge to fight her punishment, Stephanie could only whimper miserably.
���There there little one, it will all be over soon enough,��� Mackenzie said, raising her palm and bringing it down firmly on Stephanie’s bottom. From the first slap, she gave no quarter, peppering Stephanie’s jiggling cheeks with short, hard slaps that stung deeply into her flesh.
Whimpering and wiggling, Stephanie did her best to endure the spanking. As much as Mackenzie’s hand stung, there was more to come. There was that ominous large paddle that Mackenzie had seen fit to lay at the end of the bed, right where Stephanie could see it and contemplate it as her bottom was spanked to a bright pink color.
���I am sorry, Mackenzie, I am sorry,��� she repeated over and over.
���I know, dear, I know,��� Mackenzie replied gently, pausing the spanking for a moment to rub her bottom and stroke her hair.
���Your little bottom is very hot, I am sure that you are learning your lesson very well,��� she said, her voice gentle and kind as she reached for the paddle.
���No!��� Stephanie begged, but without wasting another moment, Mackenzie brought the paddle up high into the air and brought it down in a sweeping arc. It cracked into Stephanie’s bottom with a sound that echoed off the walls, and Stephanie stiffened, then howled loudly as the searing pain spread across her bottom.
���Stop! It hurts It hurts!���
���Of course it hurts, little girl,��� Mackenzie replied calmly, pausing a moment to allow Stephanie to regain her composure.
���It hurts too much!���
���Believe me, it does not hurt nearly as much as losing your job because you acted like a spoiled little brat,��� Mackenzie replied firmly, bringing the paddle down once more, sending Stephanie into a squirming, squealing fit.
���I won’t do it again! I won’t!���
���Of course you won’t.���
Once again, Mackenzie brought the paddle down against Stephanie’s naughty posterior, sending the woman into gales of tears. If it were not for the strong thigh restraining her legs, she very likely would have bucked entirely off Mackenzie’s lap.
Holding her naughty girlfriend firmly in place, Mackenzie delivered another five powerful swats of the paddle to Stephanie’s behind, noting with satisfaction the way her cheeks were fast turning a deep cherry red color from mid cheek to top of thigh. Naughty Stephanie would be feeling this spanking for a few days, and that was a very good thing indeed. Though she was undoubtedly a delightful submissive, she had not 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.
