Little Miss and the Law (4 page)

“What did you say?” Stephanie asked.

“Let's just say I reminded Linda of the possible consequences of her actions,” Mackenzie replied. She opened the passenger door for Stephanie, who slid in, wishing she had that sort of power for repelling jerks.

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Stephanie looked shaken as she sat in the passenger seat and Mackenzie couldn't help but to lean over and kiss her cheek. “Cheer up, little one, she won't bother you anymore.”

With a grateful smile, Stephanie nodded. “Thanks. She's a jerk.”

“And part of the reason why your attendance has been so poor lately?” Mackenzie asked as she headed the car onto the road.

“
I don't know,” Stephanie shrugged.

“Hm,” Mackenzie replied. “What's your address? I'll drop you home.”

“Thanks, that's kind of you,” Stephanie agreed, though her smile faded somewhat at the news she was going home.

The drive was a decently long one, but it was conducted in a tension filled silence only interrupted by Stephanie shifting on her bottom, which obviously still ached a little. The mere announcement about going home had shifted the mood completely, a fact Mackenzie found mildly amusing for the fact that she had intended to take Stephanie out for dinner afterward and then, well, then see where the evening took them. It seemed that Stephanie had other ideas however. Her brows were drawn together in a frown and she was unconsciously pouting up a storm.

By the time they drew up to her pleasant little cottage home, Stephanie looked about ready to explode. So the brat had a little temper issue too, did she?

“Thanks,” she said shortly, getting out of the car and slamming the door. Mackenzie waited for a moment for the pleasure of watching Stephanie stomp her round little ass up towards her front door before opening her car door and stepping out onto the gravel.

“Stephanie.”

Stephanie turned around, her expression still clouded with anger. “What?”

“Is there any reason you're behaving like a little girl?”

Stephanie had the good grace to look taken aback for a moment. She sighed. “Look, thanks for the ride Mackenzie, and for letting me stay last night. You can go now.”

Mackenzie frowned slightly. “Are you dismissing me?”

“Um, no... I just thought...” again she trailed off, apparently unable, or unwilling to finish the sentence.

She didn't need to. Mackenzie knew exactly what she'd just thought. She'd thought that Mackenzie was like other women she'd known in the past. She thought that Mackenzie had gotten what she wanted and was dumping her back at home now. The little brat's thought processes were nigh transparent.

Mackenzie walked towards her with a dark expression on her face. She would learn what kind of woman she was dealing with now. Stephanie visibly cowered away a little as Mackenzie approached. It was clear from the look on her face that she knew she'd done wrong, though just what she'd done wrong, she probably didn't know.

“I... I'm sorry,” she squeaked as Mackenzie drew close and plucked her house keys out of her hand.

“Sorry for what?” Mackenzie asked over her shoulder as she unlocked the door and ushered Stephanie inside. What she intended to do next was best not done outdoors.

“I don't know,” Stephanie confessed lamely.

Mackenzie nodded, looking around the little cottage. It was pleasant, homely, the furniture didn't match, but it didn't need to, this little house was all about comfort, about sanctuary.

“Let me give you a hint,” she said, turning to Stephanie with a stern expression. “Perhaps you're sorry for judging me by the example of those you have known before me? Perhaps you're sorry that you decided that I was dumping you already? Perhaps you're sorry about giving me attitude for no reason other than your own unsubstantiated fear?”

Stephanie's mouth formed a perfect 'o' of surprise as Mackenzie spoke. “How... did you know?”

Mackenzie leaned town and fixed her with a stern gaze. “Because you, little one, are hardly secretive about your emotions. Which is a good thing. If you can learn to be as open with your thoughts, we will not have to much trouble. Now. Get that skirt off, pull your panties down, and bend over the back of that couch.”

Blushing profusely, Stephanie obeyed. Her fingers trembled as she fiddled with the zip on her skirt, but Mackenzie made no move to help her, instead she stood there, her arms folded over her chest, that stern expression locked on her features. Little Stephanie was about to learn just how wrong she had been about Mackenzie.

It took a few minutes, but eventually Stephanie lowered herself obediently across the back of the couch, raising her delicious round cheeks up to Mackenzie's gaze.

Mackenzie groaned low in her throat. The cheeks weren't the only things on display, soft lips peeked out too, begging to be touched, begging to be taken. And though she had originally planned on another spanking, now Mackenzie did not plan to hold back in granting them their wish. She approached Stephanie from behind, reached forward, and gathered her short hair in a tight grip.

“You've been a very naughty girl, Stephanie,” Mackenzie purred, tugging gently at Stephanie's hair. The answering moan was all the encouragement she needed. She allowed her fingers to trace gently over Stephanie's pink bottom and then dip between the cleft of her cheeks to caress her sweet pussy.

The soft skin between her lips was already glistening with moisture, moisture that slicked Mackenzie's fingers as she gently parted the sweet folds. Stephanie was already panting softly with desire.

“You want this, don't you?” Mackenzie asked quietly, pressing the heel of her hand just above Stephanie's clit, teasing her with the promise of pressure, of release.

“Oh yes ma'am,” Stephanie moaned. Mackenzie smiled. Stephanie was already hers, she had been since Mackenzie had laid eyes on her in that cafe. The sweet pouting pussy lips squirmed before her with the movement of Stephanie's hips, begging for Mackenzie's touch, and Mackenzie obliged them with gentle stroking, teasing that did not satisfy, but which drew moans of desperate need.

Allowing her finger tips to slip to the tight entrance of Stephanie's pussy, Mackenzie drew back on the brat's hair, pulling her up as Mackenzie leaned down, pressing her body along Stephanie's back, covering her body.

“You are mine, little one,” she purred, pressing two fingertips into that tight wet canal.

“Oh yessss,” Stephanie agreed, arching back, desperately seeking more. Mackenzie obliged with a slow long slide of her fingers deep inside the little brat's pussy, impaling her with lust. With her feet dangling off the floor, and her hair held tight in Mackenzie's grasp, Stephanie was helpless. She could barely move at all, she had no way to pull her pussy free or push it back over Mackenzie's fingers, instead she was held firmly and fucked according to Mackenzie's desires.

Slick, wet sounds of penetration mixed with Stephanie's moans as Mackenzie stepped up the pace. There was no better way to show a girl her place than to slide an extra finger into her pussy and give her a good hard, fast fucking. With her sweet little cunt stretched around Mackenzie's fingers, Stephanie cried out with pleasure as the woman who undeniably owned her ravaged her body.

It was too much for Mackenzie, this woman was so incredibly sexy, especially when she was bent over before her writhing on her fingers. She released her grip on Stephanie's hair and slid her fingers out of the pink, well fucked little pussy. Stephanie remained in place, moaning wistfully, but Mackenzie had other plans for her. With swift movements, she disrobed, leaving her pants suit crumpled on the cottage floor, and revealing her long, lithe body to Stephanie's greedy gaze.

“Come here,” she said, slapping Stephanie's backside.

Stephanie bounced up from the sofa with a little squeal and followed Mackenzie around to the front of it, where Mackenzie gripped her hair once more and pressed her to her knees in front of her spread legs.

“Service me, my little slut,” Mackenzie purred. “Let me see how you use that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Driven half crazy with desire, Stephanie wasted no time in obeying her Mistress and it was Mackenzie's turn to find herself moaning as her girl's hot, wet tongue began working over her pussy. “You naughty little kitten,” she murmured, pulling Stephanie closer, grinding her needy clit against the girl's face.

Stephanie responded with a thrust of her tongue into Mackenzie's pussy, a thrust that almost sent Mackenzie over the edge, but she did not want it over, not yet. She could have made love to this woman for a lifetime, if she had her way, the pleasure would never end. Using the grip on Stephanie's hair, she drew her up and kissed her deeply, tasting herself in the girl's mouth.

Together they writhed on the couch, tongues licking, mouths kissing, hands roaming over one another's bodies. Fingers soon found their way to wet pussies as the two women ground and thrust against one another, fucking with unrestrained passion.

Stephanie gave as good as she got, and as Mackenzie approached her climax she found herself on her back with Stephanie over her, her fingers thrusting deep into Mackenzie's cunt with hard slaps that punished and tormented Mackenzie's incredibly hard clit. Mackenzie returned the favor with twisting strokes of her digits inside Stephanie's pussy, strokes that forced her to orgasm with a loud shaking cry, joined by Mackenzie as she howled her own pleasure to the rafters.

“And you think I'm going to let you go after that?” Mackenzie chuckled breathlessly, holding Stephanie in her arms as they returned to reality together.

“I hope not Ma'am,” Stephanie giggled.

“Certainly not,” Mackenzie cupped Stephanie's puffy little pussy possessively and drifted pleasantly into a post coital nap.

Chapter Three

Mackenzie hummed a little tune to herself as she made her way to work. Today was a good day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and there was a cute red bottomed woman waiting for her at home. Memories of Stephanie wriggling penitently over her lap and on her fingers filled Mackenzie's mind with a pleasant glow that made the city seem to sparkle with untold promise. Just a couple of days ago she had found a gem in a coffee shop, who knew what today might bring. She strolled towards the large glass doors of her firm's building, moving her sunglasses to sit atop her head as she drew nearer, her long frame encased in a snappy pinstriped power suit, her two and a half inch heels clicking on the concrete pavement in a short, staccato war cry.

“Mackenzie!” a voice emanated from what Mackenzie had at first assumed to be a bundle of rags tossed on the side of the street. As she looked on with mild interest, the bundle unfolded and stood up with a cheerful wave.

“Jake, what are you doing here?” Mackenzie exclaimed in surprise. The bundle of rags had transformed into a smallish, short haired young woman with an impish grin and an Australian accent far thicker than Mackenzie's. She stood with her hands in her pockets, her elbows splayed boyishly and was clad in a what Mackenzie now realized were a right yellow t-shirt and wide baggy jeans that did her slim frame little justice. Her blonde hair fell into her eyes and she brushed it out as Mackenzie approached. Jake was the spitting image of Mackenzie's younger sister, but a great deal more trouble. Tina had always been mild mannered, how on earth she'd managed to spawn a hellion like Jake mystified Mackenzie.

“Mum said you worked here.” Jake shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world for her to have materialized in front of Mackenzie's office.

“I do. What are you doing in the country? Shouldn't you be back in Australia in college?” Mackenzie said, one hand on her hip as she looked down at her wayward niece.

“Graduated mate!” Jake declared. “Jumped on the first flight out of Perth.” She scratched at a bit of peeling, sunburned skin on her nose.

“Where are you staying? Does your mother know you are out here?” Mackenzie fired the questions quickly, cross examination style. They did not phase Jake one little bit.

“I emailed her from the airport. I reckoned I'd find somewhere to stay,” she grinned up at Mackenzie.

“I bet you did.” Mackenzie said dryly, thinking quickly. As tempting as it was, she couldn't leave the urchin on the street.

“Come on in then, I've got some work to do, then I'll take you to my place and we'll figure out what to do with you,” she said, opening her arms up to welcome Jake into a hug. With a giggle of delight, Jake hugged her tightly. Mackenzie shook her head as she looked down at the dirty short blonde mop that was resting on her shoulder. It had been a good five years since she had seen her niece, she'd grown in that time, but it was clear that her essential nature had not changed one whit.