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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic by Rachael Ross (M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Light BDSM)
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A Little Magic
By Rachael

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for mature
audiences.
Story Codes: M/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Light BDSM

A Little Magic - Chapter One


Pauline was a tall women and very beautiful with long blonde hair
neatly pinned and statuesque body that her expensive business suit did
little but accentuate. She took great pride in her appearance and the
29 year old woman had little doubt that her intimidating beauty was
one of her greatest weapons. For that was how she viewed the world
around her. Whether in her professional life as a senior executive at
Fortune 500 company, or in her personal life as an aggressive and
independent woman with expensive tastes, Pauline had little regard for
others. She took no prisoners, as she liked to say, and even boast of
in the company of lesser mortals.

One of those lesser mortals was a man named Robert, who might have
done anything he set his mind to, if he'd been so inclined. He'd come
to the city to attend the university, and had stayed long after he'd
gotten his degree. He was upright and proud and confident in his
abilities. He'd been hired as a Para-legal at first, and was soon
promoted to legal assistant. It was a few years later that he was
promoted to be an executive assistant. It was mainly secretarial work,
but Robert didn't mind. He enjoyed his career and he was good at it,
and if he lacked ambition it hadn't hurt either his reputation within
the company, or his family life. He had a lovely wife and two
beautiful children, a warm home and he was content in all ways but
one.

Robert had worked for the man, the former executive, whom Pauline had
replaced a few months previously. The woman had inherited the coveted
corner office with its 37th floor view of the Hudson River. She'd
gained access to the 'executive suite' as it was called, consisting of
a luxurious study, a well endowed library, private dining room and
staff, and personal rest rooms. Pauline had also inherited Robert, who
was widely regarded as the best assistant in the company. The only
reason he hadn't moved up himself was that his former boss had retired
and the other executives couldn't justify the replacement of their own
long-tenured assistants (although several of them tried, including the
V.P of Human Resources) and so Pauline was far luckier than she may
have deserved, according to the corporate rumor mill.

"You people are the rungs on my ladder of success..." Pauline was
addressing her staff, which was something she did every Monday
morning. "You fuck this project up and I guarantee you'll be eating
out of a garbage can within a week."

She glared around the conference room, her hands on her hips, standing
well over six feet tall in her 5" heels. Pauline loved looking down at
people, both literally and figuratively, and she did so now, daring
someone to challenge her authority. Someone would do it sooner or
later, the people in this room weren't sheep, she knew...except for
Robert maybe, and she'd already begun to doubt the admiration her
peers in management held for the man. He'd be the last one to say
anything, but someone would, maybe that weasel Tyler...

"You have something to say, Mr. Tyler?" Pauline stood even straighter,
if that were possible and the man, a young expert on international
banking laws, paled noticeably.

"N-No ma'am." He shook his head and it actually gave Pauline a twinge
of disappointment. She was so looking forward to making an example out
of someone, a bloody and rather humiliating example to establish her
authority once and for all.

"All right then." She clapped her hands briskly. "Hop to it! Go! Make
some money!"

Robert had sighed inwardly seeing Pauline single out the Tyler boy
again. She didn't seem to like anyone, but for some reason she rode
that young man particularly hard. He was a good lad, smart and hard
working, scrupulously honest in Robert's not-inexpert opinion. He'd
seen a lot of shady characters and Tyler was one of the good guys, if
only Pauline would give him a chance to prove it.

The woman was just too uppity, Robert thought, a phrase that came to
him from his humble origins in rural Kansas. That Pauline was good at
her job, Robert had little doubt. She had brains and all the ambition
in the world, she just lacked...Self-confidence, Robert decided
correctly. That she was so beautiful was part of her problem. She'd
gotten so used to using her physical attributes, and her appearance
overwhelmed everyone at first, that she wasn't quite so certain about
the rest of her. And so she used people, used her beauty and her
position, to get what would have come so much easier, and possibly
quicker Robert thought, by simply being nice. Being respectful of
others and mindful of their needs.

That decided, Robert next considered what to do about it. He knew the
woman thought very little of him, but she had very little insight into
anyone really. When Pauline looked at Robert, he thought, she only saw
him as a middle-aged man, stuck in a go-nowhere job serving his
betters. She saw a glorified secretary, good for making coffee and
taking dictation. She'd never asked his opinion on anything, although
certainly her predecessors had involved Robert in a great many
important decisions. He didn't mind that so much, it wasn't his job to
make decisions, nor even advise. His ego wasn't so large as to think
he was smarter or wiser than anyone else, but that didn't change
Pauline's low estimation of him either.

Nope, Robert thought to himself, having a little talk wouldn't do
Pauline any good at all. He'd have to be proactive, to use one of
Pauline's favorite words. He'd have to take action and give the woman
a little lesson in humility, or if not that, Robert might at least
give her a different perspective on things. That thought actually made
him smile, which was something of a luxury these days.

"What's so funny?" Pauline demanded, staring at Robert with obvious
distaste.

"Funny?" Robert stopped smiling. "I was just thinking about what my
daughter, my youngest, wants for her birthday next month."

"Hmmph..." Pauline sniffed and chided herself for becoming involved
with her secretary's personal life. She couldn't care less if the man
had a hundred kids, so long as they didn't keep him from doing his
job. "Save it for your lunch break, we have work to do. Get your pen
out, I have some emails to write."

"Of course." Robert nodded dutifully, unconsciously confirming
Pauline's low opinion of him as a spineless sheep. "I'm right behind
you." He said, getting up to follow his boss into her spacious office.

Pauline sat at her desk and gestured for Robert to take his customary
seat. It was a comfortable chair, but adjusted so low that it was
almost uncomfortable, and when sitting in it Robert had to crane his
neck to look up at his boss. He didn't sit down today, however and
Pauline looked at her assistant in surprise.

"Take a seat, Robert." She said, hardly believing that she'd needed to
say the words at all.

"In a moment." Robert nodded. "First I'd like to say something, if you
wouldn't mind."

Pauline had no idea what Robert might have to say. Could he be the one
to challenge her finally? It seemed doubtful, the man was a career
stooge, that was obvious. She had more ambition in her pinky finger
than Robert had in his entire body. No, he must have something else on
his mind. Maybe he needed a day off for one of his precious rug rats,
Pauline thought. Or maybe he wanted to brown nose a little, offer
Pauline some sweet office talk in hopes of getting a raise maybe. That
was the sort of thing she understood and expected from her
subordinates.

She certainly didn't expect what Robert was about to do.

"He calleth forth the mixture of things, coupling and engendering. The
seeds are mingled as milk, and runneth past the lips..." Robert began
speaking, the rhythm much more important than the words, they only
served to guide the patterns of his thoughts.

"Robert..." Pauline stared at the man, standing in front of her and
waving his pen around like a conductor with a baton. "...what are
you..."

"Conception, changes the blood, mingled as milk, the pale waxing black
and the red diffuse things shine..." Robert's voice rose and fell, the
words accented with every small gesture of his hand.

By the time Robert had finished speaking his hair was standing on end
and the very air itself seemed to crackle with static energy. That was
always a good sign, and though Robert had had little doubt, he hadn't
done such a thing in a very long time, and it was nice to see and feel
the familiar sensations of his all too distant youth. He licked his
lips, pressed his pen back into his breast pocket, and smoothed his
hair. He walked carefully to Pauline's chair, looking at the pile of
clothing that now sat there, and on the floor as well. Her navy suit
and white silk blouse, her black silk stockings. Robert gathered it
all, slowly and carefully. He gently retrieved the woman's under
things, a beautiful and expensive Victoria's Secret bra and panty set
in teal, of all colors. Robert may have blushed at that, but only a
little, he was far more intent on finding his boss.

"There you are." Robert smiled as he lifted Pauline's thong between
his thumb and forefinger.

"What the hell?" Pauline was sitting in her left shoe, naked as the
day she was born, with her legs spread around the closed toe of the
patent leather sling. She was rubbing her temples and looking around,
plainly confused and possibly even in a state of shock.

"You're lucky you were wearing clip-on earrings." Robert noted
seriously. He picked up the shoe carefully, not wanting his boss to
fall out of it, and set it on Pauline's desk. "How do you feel?" He
asked gently, keeping his voice low.

Robert wasn't afraid of anyone entering the office, Pauline had
explained her closed door policy on her very first day in the office
and no one dared violate it. Robert was quite reasonably cautious
because his normal voice might be a little too loud for Pauline in her
new condition.

"My head hurts." Pauline said and then she blinked rapidly as she
realized where she was. "What is this? What happened? Jesus Christ!
What the fuck?"

Robert clucked his tongue at the woman's language, but he supposed she
did have some small excuse, no pun intended.

"What did you do to me?" Pauline demanded, struggling awkwardly to get
her butt out of the shoe and stand on her own two feet. "Hey...I'm
naked!" Things were coming slowly to the woman, but they were coming,
and Robert nodded in agreement.

"I cast a little spell on you." Robert said. "No pun intended."

"What?" Pauline stared at the man and then down at herself. "You son
of a bitch! I don't know what you did, or how, but you're going to
pay! I swear, you'll be eating out of a fucking garbage can! You're
kids will be orphans, you fuck! I'm going to bury you! I'm going to
cut off your balls! I'm going to...Hey! Stop it! Put me down, you
bastard!"

"Shhh..." Robert had a lot of patience, more than most men, but
Pauline was being wholly unreasonable with her remarks and she needed
some discipline. "I'm going to spank you." Robert told her. "When
you're bad, you'll get a spanking, and swearing at someone is bad."

"Oh, you sheep piece of shit..." Pauline struggled as Robert held her
struggling form gingerly between his fingers. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Yes." Robert said sadly, "I would." It was the same tone of voice he
used with his children on those rare occasions when they needed a
little pat on the petunia, as Robert liked to say.

He sat down in his chair, the low one, because the other was Pauline's
and he'd never sit in the boss' chair. He sat down and put the woman
over his right thigh, face down, and pinned her there with a finger to
the small of her back, careful not to hurt her. She was only six
inches tall now, perfectly formed as she'd been a few moments before,
just smaller. One twelfth her original size and she'd stay like that
until she'd learned her lesson. Getting a little spanking was the
first step on that long and arduous path.

"You can't do this!" Pauline was practically crying now.

She pounded her tiny fists against her assistant's leg. She kicked and
screamed, her voice high pitched like one of those chipmunks in the
cartoons. It was embarrassing and beyond her worst nightmare. She was
helpless and defenseless and at the mercy of a man far, far below her
own imperious station. Pauline didn't understand the how, and so far
Robert's explanations as to the why made very little sense, but when
she was back to normal Pauline vowed that she'd see him, his family,
and even his friends suffering for this ridiculous outrage.

"Here we go." Robert used his pen, the same one he'd used to weave his
little spell, and used it to give Pauline's bare backside a good
spanking. He had to be careful because it was rather hard to judge how
hard to do it, but so long as she was squirming Robert thought she was
okay.

"Owwww...Ouch! Ouch!" Pauline hadn't been spanked since she was five,
and never like this. It hurt quite a lot, more than it should have the
woman thought. It's only a pen for crying out loud! But it was a pen
as tall as she was and wielded by a giant. Her flesh began to burn as
the heavy instrument slapped her ass repeatedly. It was like her butt
was on fire and her defiance soon gave way to submission as Pauline
discovered she had a low tolerance for such things as spankings.

"Please...P-Please..." Pauline was crying now, her rear end
practically glowing from the spanking Robert was giving her. "I...I'll
be good...I promise...Ow!! Please...Stop...Owww!!..."

Robert did stop, but not because Pauline had been promising to be
good, all children did that as any father knows. No, he'd stopped
because he'd reached 25 good strokes, which had been the number he'd
decided on before he'd even started. It was always best to have a goal
and to stop once you got there, whether it was too much or too little,
only time would tell.

"Oh...Jeez..." Pauline sniffed, standing up as Robert lifted his
finger away. She wobbled slightly, balanced on the man's leg and
rubbed her butt lightly, twisting her head as if she might see the
damage, which was largely imagined at that point.

"Now, don't forget your promise." Robert said patiently, putting his
pen away. "You need to understand that I didn't spank you because I
wanted to, I did it because you needed it."

"Needed it?" Pauline stared up at him, the look on her beautiful face
telling Robert everything he needed to know about the woman. "What I
need is a witch doctor! You better fix this, Robert, and I mean right
fucking now! Because if I don't....Hey! Put me down!"

Pauline screamed obscenities as Robert picked her up, cupping the tiny
woman carefully in his hands and placing her on the desk. He didn't
say a word as he looked through the drawers, finally finding a plastic
roll of Scotch Tape and he peeled off a long strip of it and looked
around for Pauline.

"Get back, you asshole!" Pauline had taken her momentary freedom, such
as it was, to run for the telephone and jump on the speakerphone
button. She'd slipped off it the first time, without getting it pushed
far enough to get a dial tone, and she was stomping her foot on it as
Robert reached for her. "Dammit!" Pauline swore, ducking under
Robert's hand, and half-tumbling off the phone to the desk. Something
bright and shiny caught her eye, a pin, as long as her arm was laying
there under the edge of the phone and she reached for it, pulling it
free and striking what she thought was a reasonable en garde position.

Robert lifted his hand slightly as the woman stabbed at his palm.

"You want some of me?" Pauline shouted in her high-pitched voice.
"Well come on! Come get some, Bobby!" She danced around, waving the
pin like it was a sword, and used the time it afforded her to begin a
plan.

She wasn't a stupid woman by any stretch and all she needed was to
contact someone, anyone. She was small, but quick and Robert was
clumsy by comparison. If she could get to the floor she had a chance
of running and hiding, of making her way to one of the other offices.
She'd find someone to help her, someone to call security, the police,
hell, she'd call the Marines on Robert's sorry ass for what he'd done
to her!

Unfortunately Robert wasn't very dull either and he understood the
need for Pauline to be isolated from other people, especially her
staff and co-workers. Not so much because Robert would be in trouble,
he had some concern there, but not a lot. No, his chief worry was what
his colleagues might do to the woman if they found her in her present
condition. He had a duty to protect her while she was so vulnerable,
Robert told himself, after all this wasn't a punishment, it was a
lesson.

"Okay, that's quite enough of that." Robert finally said, moving
quickly to take Pauline in his hand and though he received a rather
painful jab in the thumb, it wasn't life threatening and he disarmed
the woman fairly quickly after that. "I'm sorry to do this, but..."

"What? No...You can't...Robert!!" Pauline protested loudly as Robert
wrapped her in cellophane tape, pinning her arms to her sides and
immobilizing her completely. "Oh...That's the last straw, Mister!"
Pauline was seething with anger now, wrapped up like a...like a mummy,
she supposed, in sticky hot tape. "You're fired! Do you hear me?
Fired!"

Robert nodded, but didn't say anything. She wasn't being rational, he
told himself, that was just anger talking and he wasn't really fired.
Besides, the way this was going, Pauline was going to be small for a
long time, so she'd need a good assistant.

And Robert was the best.

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End of Chapter One

rache696@yahoo.com
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm

Author's Note: This story will continue and there will be sex, of one
kind or another. At this point I just wanted to get the first part
down so I'd have it and I'll continue it as soon as I can. I have a
number of other projects which require my immediate and undivided
attention, unfortunately. So please, if you're looking forward to part
two of this story, be patient and I'll post it as soon as I can.
Thanks. -rr 21 April 2007

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