An Unexpected Brat…

Another chapter of Little Miss and the Law, in which unexpected things occur. Enjoy!

(That’s an order ;) )

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 filled Mackenzie’s mind with a pleasant glow that made the city seem to sparkle with untold promise. Yesterday 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.

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I Have Been Breaking Things…

So, I got into one of those moods. You know, those ones. The ones where you decide to move stuff around and then you break it and then it doesn’t work the way it’s supposed to anymore. I did this on a day where I also have to put all my things in a truck and move them.

The upshot of this is that the main menu up top (which I have recently discovered kind of sucks to navigate anyway, dissappearing under one’s mouse like a poltergeist,) and links in text in the site may not work. You know what will work though? The menu at the side bar.

So use that :)

Also, the Lulu store is down for a bit because it also got caught up in my whirlwind of changing things.

Everything should be fixed in a day or two.  But in the meantime, you should still be able to find everything by using the sidebar on the left.  If you can’t, blame entropy.

I’ll fix everything up nicely as soon as I’m allowed to sit down again (and  ‘can’ sit down again.  Moving makes my boyfriend much less tolerant of my charming jokes, which I assure you, are very charming and not at all the sort of thing you would spank anybody for. He’s mad. Totally mad. :D )

Little Miss and the Law

A free non sexual F/F spanking story in which just deserts are handed out to those that earn them.

Did she know how much she looked like a little girl when she pouted like that? Mackenzie thought probably not as she watched the woman rifling through her handbag crossly. She was wearing a stiff, starched white shirt with a tie that made her look somewhere between the school girl she most definitely wasn’t, and the executive Mackenzie guessed she probably was.

“Dammit!” the woman swore under her breath. It was a voluminous bag. Maybe it held some cash, maybe it didn’t. An expedition lead by Sir Edmund Hilary may very well not have been able to confirm or deny, so full was it of other things.

The bored barista, all piercings and bust and brightly colored falls, looked unconcerned. “It’s $5.95, lady,” she reiterated with a snap of gum between her teeth.

“$5.95? I remember when a dollar got you a coffee and a muffin,” the harassed business woman responded, stopping midway through her search to frown at the barista.

“Yeah, well, this ain’t the stone age anymore, lady,” the wench replied with the arrogance of youth.

The woman glared at her and from across the cafe, Mackenzie joined in her glare.

Standing up fluidly, she brushed down her sleek black pantsuit and drifted across to the counter. “Here, allow me,” she said, depositing a ten dollar note on the counter.

The business woman looked flustered, confused, slightly angry as she looked up at Mackenzie with wide hazel eyes. “Thank you, that’s so kind, you didn’t have to…” she said gratefully.

“I wanted to,” MacKenzie smiled her broad smile, the one that made people fall over themselves to please her just to bask in its warmth. She leaned against the counter casually, one hand on her hip, the other resting atop the perspex shield.

“I’m Mackenzie,” she introduced herself.

“Stephanie, Stephanie Morris,” the other woman stammered.

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An Unspankable Brat

It’s been a while since I posted any new M/F material, so here’s a little tale for those who like a good romantic spanking tale.

This place smells like flowers and embalming fluid. Nobody is at the front desk, but a gentle song emanating from the rear of the building draws him through the waiting room with its comforting boxes of tissues at the ready for mourners

A young woman flits about placing flowers in arrangements about a gleaming mahogany coffin. He clears his throat, but she seems not to hear him, humming to herself as she goes about her business with a gaiety that seems out of place in this hallowed home of death.

“Excuse me, miss.”

His greeting goes entirely ignored. Unless she is deaf, she is deliberately ignoring him.

“Excuse me, miss, police business.”

She looks up in surprise and drops the flower she is holding.

“Balls!”

“Excuse me, young lady?”

“Balls!” She repeats the curse with a gleeful grin.

“Is that any kind of language to use in a mortuary?”

“I don’t think he cares what I say,” she gestures cavalierly towards a closed coffin in the corner.

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