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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