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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Magic Ch.6 by Rachael Ross (M/F, F/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, 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, F/F, Fantasy, Magic, Size, Mast, BDSM, Spanking

A Little Magic - Chapter Six

"Wake up sleepyhead!" Brenda was tapping her fingers on the lid of the
cardboard box, hoping it would really piss Pauline off. She smiled as
she ripped the tape away, opening the lid to see the Six inch tall
woman sitting up and covering her tiny ears. "Oh, I'm sorry...Was that
too loud?" Brenda asked with mock concern.

"Where's Robert?" Pauline demanded, her high-pitched voice warbling
with anger. "What time is it? I have to get to the office!"

"Tsk Tsk..." Brenda clucked her tongue and shook her head. "It's after
eight, Robert left for work an hour ago..."

"What?" Pauline stared up at the woman.

"He was going to wake you up, but then he thought maybe you could use
a day off." Brenda sighed happily. "Isn't he sweet? And so...Well, I
hope we didn't keep you up last night."

"Was that you?" Pauline was almost shaking with anger by now. "I
wondered why someone would be milking a cow in the middle of the
night."

"Hmmm..." Brenda frowned. "I guess someone woke up on the wrong side
of the bed this morning, or should I say washcloth?"

"You should say you're sorry and a call a lawyer!" Pauline grinned. "A
good one, unless you like sucking pussy for cigarettes. I hear middle-
aged moms go for three camels and Snicker's bar."

"Oh, that's clever." Brenda nodded, feeling her face redden. "But I
have some real news for you..."

"Oh yeah?" Pauline was starting to feel better as she saw Brenda
growing angry.

"It's just you and me today, Pauline. Robert thought maybe we needed
some time to get to know one another." Brenda smiled sweetly.

"Oh, I think I know you pretty good already, Brandy." Pauline shook
her head.

"Maybe..." Brenda shrugged, "...Maybe I'll surprise you."

"The only thing that would surprise me...Hey!...What are you doing?"
Pauline struggled as Brenda reached into the box, cornering the tiny
woman and trapping Pauline in her hands like a mouse. "Put me down!
Hey!"

"Shhhh..." Brenda chuckled as she carried Pauline downstairs. "...I'm
doing this for you. You don't want to be stuck in that box all day do
you?"

"What? No..."

"Well, I don't want to have to go chasing you all over the house
either..."

"What are you doing?" Pauline pushed against Brenda's fingers, and
even thought about biting the woman, but she doubted it would do any
good.

"There we go. This will be much better than a stuffy old shoe-box."
Brenda put Pauline down on the kitchen counter, putting the tip of her
index finger on the woman's surprisingly firm tummy to hold in her
place.

"You big bully! Let me up!" Pauline yelled, feeling helpless and
hating it.

"Oops...This will be tricky..." Brenda had already prepared her string
and she held Pauline steady as she slipped the small noose she'd made
around the small woman's left wrist. "Careful, don't move so much! I'd
hate to get this caught around your neck."

"You wouldn't dare...let me go!!" Pauline struggled, and she made it
difficult, but unfortunately for her it was a battle she couldn't win.

"Aha...See? Now, we take the string up here..." Brenda looped it over
one of the round knobs on the cabinet above the counter, "...and pull
it tight!"

"Ow! Put me down...Hey it hurts!" Pauline screamed as her arms were
pulled above her head and she was lifted off her feet, swinging there
a few inches above the countertop. Brenda had tied her wrists together
and now she tied the string off, wrapping it a dozen times around the
knob, watching Pauline as she hung there naked and seething with
anger.

"That looks painful." Brenda observed.

"You bitch, you fucking cow! Get me down!" Pauline's body felt
stretched, her shoulders aching and her breasts pulled taut. She
kicked her legs, but that only made her sway all the more, adding even
more to the discomfort she felt.

"Mmmm...Now see? That's exactly the sort of attitude that got you into
this mess in the first place." Brenda said patiently. "If you talk
like that I'll just have to punish you."

"You're right." Pauline bit back n her anger, realizing she'd have to
try something else. She couldn't treat Brenda the way she treated
Robert, that was for sure. "I...I'm sorry. I shouldn't talk like
that."

"You're sorry, what?" Brenda looked at Pauline expectantly.

"What?" Pauline blinked in confusion.

"You said you were sorry, but I didn't hear the magic word." Brenda
chided Pauline gently.

Pauline closed her eyes, counting to ten slowly. Her arms hurt, her
shoulders were beginning to burn, and this woman wanted to hear the
magic word? "I'm sorry...uh...Please?"

Brenda laughed at that. "Well, please is a magic word," she agreed
pleasantly, as if she were teaching a child. "but it isn't the right
one. Try again, Pauline."

"I'm sorry..." Pauline hesitated trying to think of what Brenda might
be looking for, and then it occurred to her. "...Ma'am?"

"Ohhh..." Brenda's face took on a pained look. "That's so close! I
thought you had it. One more try...Last one. You can do it."

"God! You fucking psycho cunt! Let me down!" Pauline finally snapped,
kicking her legs wildly and screaming at Brenda.

"Nope, sorry." Brenda giggled. "That isn't it either." She opened a
draw and pulled out what looked like a chop-stick, mostly because that
was what it was, leftover from who knows when.

"Spanking time!" Brenda sang lightly and Pauline was suddenly
terrified.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Brenda rather enjoyed spanking Pauline's butt as the woman hung there,
suspended by her arms and totally vulnerable. She'd thought of using a
butter knife at first, but that seemed overly cruel, they were
so...hard. But a chopstick, it was just a long piece of soft wood and
surely that wouldn't be too bad, would it? Brenda didn't think so and
she flicked her wrist rapidly, bringing the long narrow stick
repeatedly to Pauline's ass, delighted to see it reddening quickly.
Brenda thought she could even see welts rising from Pauline's perfect
skin and it was a few minutes before she finally stopped.

"Ohhhh...God..." Pauline was whimpering by the end of it, although at
the very beginning she'd been defiant and shouting obscenities. Now
she just hung there, her head bowed, mouth open and her flushed body
soaked with sweat. If she'd thought Robert had been cruel with his
pen, that had been nothing compared to punishment Brenda had just
inflicted on the woman.

"Mmmm..." Brenda was breathing heavily, but not because she'd worked
herself very hard, quite the opposite. She'd barely been aware of the
small effort required. She'd been much too focused on Pauline,
watching the way she reacted, both physically and emotionally. It had
given her a thrill, a sexual thrill Brenda was forced to admit, to
finally be able to punish one of these superior women who always
appeared so untouchable, so...superior...to a normal woman like
Brenda. Spanking Pauline, making her cry out in pain and humiliation,
oh wasn't that something?

There was a puddle of urine beneath Pauline's pointed toes, just a
little one and Brenda squeezed her thighs together, feeling her sex
growing warm and humid. Her stomach tightened with the tiny little
cramps that accompanied her arousal. She was in a daze, a cruel fever
that colored her actions with lust.

"Now..." She breathed, tapping the chopstick on the countertop
patiently, "...let's try again, shall we?"

=-=-=-=-=-=

"Is that better, Pauline?" Brenda asked softly, smiling down at the
tiny woman who was bent over Brenda's soft right thigh as she sat with
her legs crossed on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Yes, Mistress." Pauline said promptly, with a small sigh.

Good." Brenda nodded, spreading cool butter over Pauline's very red
and very tender ass. Brenda could feel the little welts she'd raised,
and Pauline's flesh was so warm it was as if the woman had been
sitting on the stove, not hanging by her arms. She'd used the stick,
Brenda thought, teaching Pauline some proper respect for the woman of
the house, now it was time for the carrot.

Brenda had very little experience with bondage or discipline, and if
someone might have called what she'd just done to Pauline sadistic,
Brenda would have been shocked, perhaps even angered by the word. She
wasn't a sadist, she told herself, she was just...How had her husband
put it? Oh yes, she was just teaching Pauline a little lesson, and
that thought made almost made Brenda smile.

There are some questions that should not be asked of an individual.
Not because they are wrong, but because the answer requires an honesty
that most people simply don't possess, and answered truthfully would
diminish our worth. One of those questions is 'What would you do, if
you could do anything and get away with it?' This was a question which
had confronted Brenda that morning as Robert left for work, and though
Brenda had not considered it consciously, sitting there now, at the
kitchen table while she massaged the pain from Pauline's wounded body,
she had the sense of it in her heart...Another word for this, the most
common one, is of course guilt.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, Pauline." Brenda said, with some small
hesitation because pride is a jealous beast. They'd been sitting there
a long time by then, half an hour at least, and Brenda's anger had
cooled, being replaced with sympathy, which was more constant to her
nature.

"Yes Mistress." Pauline replied softly. She could do little else, her
own pride had suffered grievously and the flame of her indignation was
now little more than a spark. She'd never been treated the way Brenda
had punished her, never in Pauline's wildest dreams. She'd wept and
begged and finally broken, accepting Brenda as her Mistress, if only
for the moment.

Brenda sucked her upper lip thoughtfully, the way she did sometimes,
and almost told Pauline to stop calling her that. Her fingers were
gentle and soothing and Brenda enjoyed the way Pauline's body felt
beneath her hand. The woman glistened pink and soft and supple, but
for her butt which would remain red for quite some time to come.
Brenda massaged slippery butter over Pauline's body, moving up her
back and down the tiny woman's legs. She'd forgotten her previous
anger nearly completely and what she felt now was...confusing. Pauline
really was like a child, in the sense that she was helpless in some
ways and vulnerable to the whims of other, stronger people.

But unlike a child, Pauline was beautiful and mature, a woman in her
own right. Brenda couldn't help the feelings that touching Pauline
brought, but she couldn't understand them easily either. She was
caressing Pauline now, doing more than just touching, she was stroking
that smooth flesh, running her finger along Pauline's spine, from her
graceful neck down to the tiny dimple at the top of her beautiful
round ass.

Pauline moaned softly, so softly that Brenda couldn't possibly have
heard it. The woman's touch was good, so good, and after the terrible
pain of hanging by her wrists and being beaten with that piece of
wood, the tenderness she now felt was a true luxury. Pauline too was
confused and frightened by her confusion. She'd hated the woman for a
time. What had been merely a strong dislike had turned to hate, and
then as Brenda first humiliated and then dominated Pauline, she'd felt
nothing. She'd been emptied of emotion, or perhaps too exhausted by
her ordeal. Overwhelmed by the physical aspects of her torture,
perhaps Pauline had simply lost any interest in feeling anger or
despair.

Now Pauline could feel her emotions returning, as if waking from a bad
dream, and they were not the same as she'd felt before. Brenda's
touches, her soft and gentle voice, even her sincere apology, all of
those things worked to fill Pauline with a sense of gratitude. A sense
of friendship that the woman couldn't understand. It was a bonding
well known to psychologists and other experts in such things, the way
a victim will identify with her captor. There was even a term for it,
Stockholm Syndrome, but neither Pauline nor Brenda were aware of it.
At that moment they were aware only that they'd shared something, an
event new to their experience, and it was on the verge of changing
them forever.

Pauline spread her legs slowly, just a little more every time Brenda's
finger would come low, across her burning ass. She was opening
herself, inviting Brenda to move further and deeper and soon she felt
the soft pad of Brenda's middle finger there, where she needed it
most. Brenda was pressing her finger between Pauline's thighs, against
the soft warmth of Pauline's sex and the small woman offered her
Mistress a hungry wriggle of her hips to demonstrate her pleasure.

Brenda swallowed nervously, her mouth partially open as she moved her
hand, sliding her finger between the velvet soft skin of Pauline's
thighs. She was so small, so helpless like that, but still Brenda felt
that small fear of rejection, or perhaps something else. This was a
secret, touching Pauline like that. It was something that she could
only do so long as neither of them acknowledged that it was happening,
and in that sense it was very much like her one and only previous
experience with another woman. That had been in the safety of a dark
room, with the ready excuse that she'd been drinking too much. They'd
kissed, Brenda and her college friend, and touched. And in the morning
and forever afterwards, she'd never spoken of it with anyone.

This felt the same way, a guilty pleasure that Brenda couldn't admit.
When Pauline shifted, ever so slightly, pressing her sex harder to
Brenda's finger, she pulled away as if she'd been burned. Her face
flushed with embarrassment and Brenda looked up quickly, her stomach
churning with desire and guilt.

Pauline groaned as she felt herself suddenly alone, the pleasant
sensation of Brenda's fingers removed without warning. She wanted to
call Brenda back, to beg the woman to continue and to do even more.
Pauline was hers for the taking, didn't the woman realize that?
Pauline wondered if this weren't another cruel punishment of some
kind. A torture of a much more clever and devious sort. She'd called
Brenda Mistress, a concept which she would have found ludicrous just a
few hours before. To willingly subjugate herself to another person,
especially one she considered inferior, this was a new thing for
Pauline, and like all the newly converted, she was fervent in her
newfound devotion.

Brenda was unaware of it at first, wrestling with her thoughts as she
was, but very soon she felt the soft kisses of Pauline's tiny mouth on
her bare flesh. The small woman was still resting on her thigh, lying
across the width of it so that her ass was slightly elevated. She
stroked Brenda's soft skin with her hands, and pressed her mouth
eagerly to the warm flesh, kissing and licking, using her teeth at
times as if she might actually bite the woman. But Pauline was merely
teasing her Mistress, dragging her teeth as she moved her body slowly,
spreading her long legs and pressing her breasts and tummy and the
swell of her sex to Brenda's skin.

Pauline was doing as much as she could to prove her new allegiance and
Brenda's reluctance confused Pauline, who had always seized what she
desired. If Brenda would be her Mistress, Pauline understood
instinctively, then she must afford her slave the attentions of a
Mistress. In this respect Pauline held a significant advantage over
Brenda, who had no such intuitive grasp of her new role and the
responsibilities it engendered. It almost certainly would have been
better if Pauline had been Brenda's Mistress, but at the moment that's
neither here nor there. Instead, the two women were caught in a
situation both attractive and repulsive to them, and struggling to
find a solution.

In such circumstances there are rarely happy endings.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Stupid bitch!" Pauline's old self had returned, as it had to given
the lack of positive reinforcement she required. "I can't believe I
called her Mistress!" Pauline might have spit just then, but she was
back in her shoebox and she'd be sleeping on that folded hand towel
later.

Brenda had taken her back upstairs without a word, unable to speak or
even look at Pauline. The sudden realization that she was attracted to
the other woman had filled Brenda with shame, compliments of her
parents and a very repressed childhood, no doubt. She'd been touching
the woman, fondling her sex, and Brenda knew she'd enjoyed it. Both of
them had, and even now, lying on the bed, Brenda could close her eyes
and imagine what Pauline would feel like beneath her lips.

She'd almost done it, Brenda thought, she'd almost kissed the woman.
She'd wanted to. She'd wanted to pick up Pauline in her hands, cradle
the tiny woman to her lips, and kiss Pauline's smooth belly, her full
breasts and creamy thighs. She could have spread Pauline's legs
easily, she knew, whether the other woman truly wanted it or not, and
that was a deliciously wicked thought all its own. Brenda could have
worked the tip of her tongue right up against Pauline's miniature sex,
tickling and teasing, tasting the woman's growing pleasure...

"What the fuck?" Pauline stared through one of the small air holes in
her box, staring as she caught sight of Brenda on the bed. "She's
jerking off!" Pauline said aloud. "You cunt!"

A few moments before Pauline had been eager, desperate even to give
Brenda pleasure, but the woman had wanted no part of her it seemed.
Pauline had been rejected, for the first time in her life, and now she
was to believe that this cow, this simple housewife, would rather
masturbate than share Pauline's body? It wasn't merely frustrating, it
was insulting, and whatever respect Brenda had gained that morning was
quickly lost.

"You had me, Brenda. You had me and you blew it." Pauline said under
her breath, rubbing her own wet sex as she watched Brenda's fingers
rubbing soft circles over her clitoris. "Fuck you,
bitch....ohhh...yeah... Fuck you, that's what I'll do...Fuck..."

Brenda was moaning louder, blissfully unaware of Pauline's anger just
a few feet away. She was going to cum quickly and she spread her legs
wide, not intending to give Pauline a perfect view of her fingers as
they delved between the plump folds of her sex, but doing precisely
that. She was making love to the Pauline, kissing and licking and
caressing the woman endlessly. Thoughts of her husband, of her
children, of the guilt that would soon follow her impending orgasm
were all lost beneath the weight of Pauline's imagined form.

"Umm...Pauline...oh...Pauline..." Brenda breathed, her body shuddering and her
thighs clamping tightly to her hand, trapping the woman's fingers deep
in her cunt as it contracted around them "Oh....God...Pauline...!"

Pauline was crying out as well, fingering her cunt frantically, urgent
to join Brenda's orgasm if only at a distance. "Next time..." she
promised Brenda, "...next time you'll be calling me Mistress...and I'll
never let you go...Mmmm...Never!"

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

End of Chapter Six

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