Mackenzie's encore

Finally, after a long, hard series of stinging blows to Mackenzie's bottom and her pride, Amanda pushes Mackenzie off her lip and lets her roll to the floor. The poor girl hastily draws herself down to her knees, smoothing the skirt down over her punished buttocks. She makes a couple of feeble attempts to yank the bodice of the maid dress back up over her breasts, but the jail command still won't let her cover up.

She looks adorable, kneeling there, her eyes wide as she takes in the faces of the laughing drama kids, her cheeks rosy red, her pink nipples on display for all to see. As far as she knows, she's just been spanked by a ghost.

"And that was our drama exercise, everyone! It's visible that you all had a great time!"

"Amanda? Is that you? Where did you go? I don't know what just happened!"

"Isn't she a great actress, folks? Some people never break character. But, really, Mackenzie, the show's over. You can put them away now."

"Put what away?" Mackenzie looks down at her breasts, realising it was a silly question. "Oh. These. I... I'll just..."

"Come on, Mack. I know you like showing off your titties to everyone, but it's time to cover up."

"I don't like it! I don't want you to look!"

"Then why don't you pull up your dress? Everyone can see, you know."

"I... but..."

"All you have to do is reach down and tug it up. Come on, Mackenzie."

"But... let me just... okay, so I..."

The audience isn't exactly sure what's going on, but it involves seeing boobs, so they laugh and applause as Mackenzie nervously shifts back and forth, trying to remember how exactly to pull her dress back up over her naked breasts. Somehow, she seems to have forgotten. Her breasts sway slightly as she wriggles in place, dozens of curious eyes following her every move.

"I'll leave you to figure that one out," says Amanda, smirking. This would be a good moment to end on, but she can't resist the impulse to **** Mackenzie one final time. She turns to address the audience.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed our little play."

She hears a shriek of mingled pleasure and fear, and turns back around, to see Mackenzie stroking her own nipples. The redhead tries to hide it, twisting as far away from the crowd as the jail command will allow, but it's obvious that she's pleasuring herself. Suzanne's mouth drops open.

"Really, Mack?" Amanda says, amused. "You have to do that now? I guess some people just love attention."