<span style="color: indigo">"You're so mean."</span>the powerful little mageling whined softly as Emma feigned ignorance of what she was doing.<span style="color: indigo">"I do LIKE shopping." </span>She yelped the word like as Emma strong hand swatted her bottom. Syrisa's legs wobbled. She had never been treated like this. All her life magic had been her singular purpose. She had never given thought to anything but expanding her knowledge and her control. She was having a very hard time convincing herself that she did not at least partially enjoy the loss of control. It was a new experience, well several. She had never had a girl show this kind of interest in her even though some of her pranks against Emma had been of a flirtatious nature.<br/><br/>As they walked, Syrisa gripped the hem of her robe to stop her usually agile hands from shaking. Her breathing rasped in her throat and she whimpered every time the soft breeze blew and ruffled her robe. She stared around, blushing and wide-eyed and to any passerby it must have just looked like as though the tall blond was simply guiding a newcomer to the city which was not far from the truth.<br/><br/>She bit her lip as Emma’s sweet, warm breath tickled her ear.  She moaned again, louder this time as she felt the heat of Emma’s lips only a hair’s width from her ear.<span style="color: indigo">“Wh-what do you mean to your liking?”</span>She said pouting at the unbearable heat her companion easily stoked in her. “<span style="color: indigo">You know that you only are doing this because I allow you. I-I could turn you into a newt and just carry you in my…”</span>He empty threat trailed off to a timid<span style="color: indigo">“eep” </span>as she felt Emma’s fingertips slowly caress her temples with a feather-light touch.<br/><br/>The threat was subtle but there and Syrisa just kept walking.<span style="color: indigo">“I’ll do my best, okay?” </span>Then she saw the alchemy store. For a moment her situation was forgotten and she broke away from her tormenting protector to run for the store. Within three steps she had stopped, standing rigidly and looking helplessly back at Emma. The look of pleasure and intense shame was evident on her face and she began to walk again, taking tiny, cautious steps toward the front door of the shop.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>