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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.2 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 Two


"Daddy!" Both girls shouted at once, running to embrace their father
as soon as the front door opened.

Robert bent over, letting his briefcase go, and hugging them both, one
in each arm as they kissed his cheeks. They were beautiful children,
taking after their mother, and Robert was very proud of them. Heather
was the older, a very precocious six year old, and Stacy was the
younger and she'd be four in another month or so.

"Is my birthday coming, Daddy?" Stacy asked, as she did nearly every
day, just to make sure it wouldn't get lost somehow.

"It sure is, honey." Robert smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Pretty soon. Where's mommy?"

"In the kitchen." Heather answered quickly, "Come on Daddy!" The
little blonde girls took their father by the hand, happily leading him
to the kitchen as if he might get lost, and Robert reminded himself
how lucky he really was.

"Hey, Honey." Brenda was just putting a cookie sheet into the oven and
she gave her cheek to Robert for a kiss. "Dinner's going to be a
little late..."

"We were making cookies, Daddy! See?" Heather pointed at the mixing
bowl and broken egg shells and flour that littered the kitchen
counter.

"I do see." Robert said seriously.

"Peanut butter!" Stacy smiled.

"Mmmm, my favorite." Robert chuckled. "You girls get washed up now,
okay? Daddy wants to talk to mommy for a minute."

Brenda glanced at her husband. It wasn't often either of them had
something to say that the children couldn't hear. "Heather, take your
sister upstairs and help her wash her hands."

"Okay mommy." Heather nodded and she was always such a good girl,
watching over Stacy, it made her mom proud.

Brenda washed her hands at the sink while Robert watched his girls
leave the room. "Brenda, I have something I have to tell you." Robert
had been wondering how to explain what he'd done and why, but he knew
his wife loved him and that helped.

"Okay." Brenda shrugged.

She was a lovely woman, not striking, but very attractive with a fine
figure despite having two children, and a pretty face. She had blonde
hair, cut to her shoulders, and soft blue eyes above a cute, pert
little nose that Robert found very attractive for some reason. She was
also rather more pragmatic than Robert, or perhaps cynical, although
she didn't think of herself that way. It was just that she understood
the real nature of the world and the people in it better than her
husband did, or so she believed. Robert saw only the good around him,
anything bad merely confused him, and while that was one of his
qualities that she loved, it could also be a little frustrating at
times.

Robert paused for a second, wondering if he shouldn't try to explain
first, but finally the man decided just to show his wife what he'd
done. He reached into his suit coat, into the breast pocket and
carefully removed Pauline, who was still wrapped in cellophane tape.
She'd been safe and warm enough in Robert's pocket, he'd made certain
of that, but she didn't look too happy and her small high-pitched
voice immediately went to work explaining that.

"Put me down! Get this tape off of me! I was suffocating in there, you
sadist!" Pauline had struggled against her bonds, but it was no use.
The Scotch tape was strong, certainly strong enough to hold her in its
tight embrace, and the sticky plastic was chafing her skin. But worse
than that it was chafing her mood.

Robert set his boss down on the small breakfast table in the center of
their kitchen, and Brenda looked on with her blue eyes wide as
saucers.

"Brenda, this is Pauline, my boss. Pauline, please meet my wife,
Brenda." Robert thought introductions would be best.

"You're wife?" Pauline made an angry face. "Look Brandy, if you know
what's good for you and your family you'll get me out of this..."

"How...What..." Brenda shook her head and finally turned to look at
Robert. "Spells?"

Robert nodded. He'd told his wife a few times that his family was a
little different, but she hadn't really believed him of course. She'd
thought the man was teasing her in some strange way. According to her
husband, Robert's family had a long history of what people called
witchcraft and while Robert wasn't particularly adept, since he didn't
practice the art very often, his mother and especially his one and
only sister were quite good at it.

"I didn't believe you." Was all Brenda could think of to say and
Robert nodded again, knowing that all along.

"Hey, bimbo! Down here!" Pauline didn't care what the woman believed,
so long as she believed her husband was in big trouble.

"Bimbo?" That startled Brenda and the other thing about Robert's wife
was that she did have a bit of a temper, as most women do for some
reason. She looked around for her spatula and even picked it up before
Robert could stop her, placing a gentle hand on Brenda's shoulder.

"That's just stress talking." He explained patiently. "I'm sure she
didn't mean it."

"Well, for being so small, she certainly has a big attitude." Brenda
frowned, waving the spatula menacingly, but it was just an act now.
"So, um...What are you going to do with her? Doesn't she have to work
or anything?"

Robert spent the next ten minutes explaining to his wife, and Pauline,
how he'd cover for Pauline at the office. He'd bring her in with him
of course, but Robert could handle meetings and such. He'd filled in
for his previous boss many times and always with excellent results.
Perhaps Pauline could take some time off for personal reasons, but
maybe not. Robert was of the opinion that no one would really miss her
for a week, possibly even two.

"Won't miss me?" Pauline had never felt so insulted in her entire
life. Robert had lost his mind, she thought. Of course people would
miss her, how could anyone not miss a beautiful six foot tall blonde?
How could they possibly not miss her business skills? The company
needed her! She hadn't been hired just because she looked like
Aphrodite in a business suit, she'd been hired because she was good at
what she did.  Not miss me? The woman thought, that was the dumbest
thing she'd ever heard in her life.

"Well, I suppose the first thing you should do his find her some
clothes." Brenda said, retrieving her cookies from the oven. "She
can't stay like that." And that was as close as Brenda would come to
admitting that even six inches tall Pauline possessed a rare beauty
that intimidated her. If she hadn't known Robert so well, Brenda might
have worried about her husband's motives in that regard. But of course
Robert, being Robert, had probably blushed and apologized several
times for Pauline's immodesty.

"Hmmm..." Robert nodded because he'd been thinking about that too. "Do
you think Barbie's clothes would fit her?"

"Barbie?" Pauline squirmed in her Scotch tape, "Who the fuck is
Barbie? You've done this before, haven't you? You sick bastard!"

"Such language!" Brenda stared at the tiny woman. "I won't have anyone
talking like that in this house!"

"Oh yeah?" Pauline glared up at the housewife. "Well fuck
youuuummmppph...!"

Robert had picked Pauline up quickly, covering her mouth, and most of
her face, with his thumb. He made a silent apology to his wife, who
was looking none to happy right then, and decided he'd better find
something for Pauline to wear.

"You really need to work on your people skills, Pauline." Robert said,
carrying his boss carefully in his hands. "Brenda is very nice, I
think you'd like her if you just..."

"Yeah, yeah...whatever." Pauline cut him off. "Look, I have to use the
bathroom, so..."

"The bathroom." Robert paused at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, you know, pee? Maybe later I'll have to do something else too?
You didn't think of that, did you?" Pauline would have crossed her
arms right then if she could have. Tiny or not she'd just proven that
Robert hadn't really thought this whole thing through, and if she
could make him start doubting what he'd done, Pauline thought the man
might just let her go. He seemed to be that sort of guy.

"Well, no." Robert admitted. "I guess I didn't, but I'm sure we can
figure out something."

Before Pauline could reply, Robert was tucking the woman back into his
suit, shushing her as his two daughters came out of the bathroom.
They'd been in there quite awhile, Robert thought, but children were
slow at that age anyway.

"Who were you talking to, Daddy?" Heather asked.

"I brushed my teeth, Daddy!" Stacy said, smiling brightly for her
father.

"No one, dear. That's nice sweetie, but you should brush your teeth
after dinner, not before." Robert smiled at his daughters.

"Why?" Stacy asked, but just then Brenda was calling her girls to come
downstairs and help set the table for dinner. She thought they'd been
in the bathroom a long time too and it was best to keep kids occupied
and supervised, in her motherly opinion.

"Sweet kids." Pauline said, but Robert missed her sarcasm.

"Yeah, they are, thanks." Robert smiled. He had put Pauline down on
the bathroom counter, next to the sink.

"Well, are you going to take off this tape, or what?" Pauline asked,
thoroughly tired of being virtually immobile as she'd been for the
past several hours.

"Yes, I will. But you have to be good, otherwise..." Robert put on his
frowny face.

"Sure, right." Pauline nodded. "Whatever you say."

Of course the woman had no intention of being good. This was a war and
so she had every right to lie, cheat, and steal. If the guy was dumb
enough to believe her, that was his problem. All Pauline had to do,
she told herself, was control her temper long enough to get what she
needed...Freedom. To that end she smiled up at Robert's face and
agreed with every word he said, even though it made her want to throw-
up.

"Okay then." Robert smiled, wishing he could believe her, but no one
changes that quickly. Still, he supposed, it was better that she
should fight at first, try things her way for awhile, and then later,
once she'd begun to learn her lesson, Pauline would be sincere in her
promises. It was just a matter of time and Robert thought they had
plenty of that.

"Yeeeeooow!!! Fuck!" Pauline's high pitched scream was loud, and even
with the bathroom door closed Robert thought perhaps his children
might have heard it. He hoped not.

"I'm sorry, Pauline. I'm very sorry." He kicked himself mentally for
peeling the tape away too quickly, pulling it up and twisting it a
little, like a series of loops until Pauline was completely unbound.
Obviously having most of her body taped, and then having that taped
ripped away was quite painful.

"Oh, you bas..." Pauline licked her lips and caught herself. It had
hurt a thousand times more than the one time she'd tried getting her
legs waxed. She looked herself over carefully, convinced that she'd
lost some skin, but luckily her body seemed okay for the most part.
Just a little reddish pink mostly, and damp. That Scotch tape had been
hot and the woman had been sweating quite a lot.

"I'm okay." Pauline finally said through her clenched teeth. She
flexed her arms and legs and then looked at Robert who was looking at
her. "Do you mind? Can I get some privacy? Where am I going to pee
anyway?"

"Uh, the sink." Robert decided, although he still hadn't come up with
a real good long-term solution to the problem.

"You want me to pee in your sink?" Pauline made a face. "Your children
brush their teeth in this sink, mister. What kind of father are you?"

"I'll wash it after." Robert promised. "Here, I'll turn on the water
and it'll be just like taking a shower."

"I don't pee in the shower, Robert." Pauline said rather haughtily, as
if that were something only a lowly secretary might do.

"I'm sorry, Pauline." Robert said with a little sigh. "But you do
now." And with that he picked Pauline up and placed her in the
porcelain basin, turning on the water and asking Pauline if it was too
cold.

"It's freezing! Jesus, Robert..." Pauline jumped away, holding herself
tightly and shivering dramatically, but she wasn't that good of an
actress and she knew it. Soon Robert had adjusted the temperature to
Pauline's liking and he placed the soap dish in the sink so Pauline
would have some soap. "Now get out of here. Go on. Close the door
behind you too."

"I can't do that." Robert said, dropping the lid on the toilet and
sitting down.

"Well, I'm not going to pee with you here." Pauline stated. "I might
be six inches tall, but I'm still a woman, dammit. I have rights and
the right to privacy while I pee is inalienable. Understand?"

"I understand." Robert nodded. "But I'm sorry, I won't leave. But I
won't look either, I promise."

"Yes you will." Pauline accused. "You've been staring at me all day,
so why should it be any different when I pee?"

"I haven't been staring!" Robert protested loudly and Pauline grinned
because she knew she'd just scored. There was something there,
something Robert was afraid of and Pauline, being the Pauline that she
was, had a pretty good idea of what that something might be.

"It's alright." She changed the tone of her voice, sounding like she
couldn't care less anyway. "I don't mind. Lots of guys look at me.
Girls too. And you know what, Robert?"

"What?" He was looking at her.

"I like it." Pauline smiled and put her hands on her hips, legs spread
slightly and her back arched, just enough to push her prefect breasts
up and out like a goddess of old.

"Oh." Robert cleared his throat and then looked away, leaving Pauline
to giggle and take her little shower. She hadn't gotten the man to
leave her alone the way she wanted, but Pauline had learned something
very valuable about her executive assistant...For all his strangeness
and seeming goodness, beneath it all he was just a man like any other.
And Pauline knew an awful lot about men, and especially their
weaknesses.

This battle, she thought to herself happily, was far, far from over.

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End of Chapter Two

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
three of this story, be patient and I'll post it as soon as I can.
Thanks. -rr 22 April 2007

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