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A Little Spell
By Rachael

Copyright 2007-2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for
mature audiences. rache696@yahoo.com  http://www1.asstr.org/~rache/index.htm
Note: This is the second chapter and you should read Chapter One
before continuing beyond this point.

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A Little Spell - Chapter Two


"Whew!" Pauline was lying on Robert's palm, her legs still spread
around his middle finger, but not tightly at all anymore. "I don't
know about you, Bob, but I need a shower after that!"

She sighed and caressed her left breast which had fallen out of the
small bikini she wore. Pauline's nipple had grown dark and hard,
burning pleasantly as she rubbed it slowly, enjoying the stiffness
beneath her fingers. Her other hand found her taut stomach, sliding
back and forth, inching ever lower. She'd become very wet down there
and Barbie's little thong did nothing to contain Pauline's creamy
juices. She sighed and then giggled lightly as she slipped her hand
beneath the waistband of her bikini bottom, reaching for her humid
sex. Pauline bent her knees and pushed her ass off Robert's hand as
she found her soaked pussy and throbbing clitoris.

The only thing Robert could do for the moment was stare at his tiny
boss. His hand trembled with nervous energy, the adrenaline that
dominated his blood, and he actually had to resist the urge to shake
her away. Robert could feel the wetness in his underwear from his own
orgasm just a few moments before and he felt deeply humiliated, and
more than a little guilty. He was leaning against the wall. Catching
his breath in the upstairs hallway, just between the large framed
wedding portrait of himself and Brenda on one side, and the family
portrait they'd taken just a few months before at Sears on the other.
That had been taken on Heather's sixth birthday.

Pauline basked in happiness for the moment, and not only because
cumming was good for relieving stress, but because she knew she'd made
Robert do something against his will. She'd brought the man to orgasm,
which was probably what he really needed, she thought, but hardly the
point. Pauline had found some measure of power over him. How much she
couldn't know yet, but it was there and if she could manipulate him
once, she could do it again. She could use that power to get what she
wanted, that was the important thing, and what Pauline wanted - even
more than returning to her normal size - was revenge. That the path
she chose required Pauline to seduce the man was of little concern,
sex is a tool like any other and Pauline considered herself a true
artisan when it came to using her feminine charms.

The woman purred happily and contemplated her next words with
deliberate care. Robert would pay for what he'd done, and so would
that shrew of a wife of his. This wouldn't be the first home that
Pauline had wrecked. That honor belonged to a certain law professor in
college who'd had the temerity to give Pauline less than a perfect
grade after she'd let him take her to a motel room. He'd stabbed her
in the back and paid for it dearly, losing not only his position at
the university, but his wife and children in the process. Robert was
Pauline's assistant, her right hand man, so to speak, and he'd
obviously driven the knife deep between her shoulder blades. Pauline
was more than ready to return the favor.

"Robert...I really need to wash myself," Pauline said, sitting up now
and shaking his thumb gently. "Please?"

"Yeah, uh...Okay..." Robert blinked and nodded and rubbed his sweating
forehead with his other hand.

"I bet you could use a shower too, huh?" Pauline asked. "It's okay. I
won't tell anyone what happened. It'll be our secret, alright?"

"What?" Robert was walking slowly, his legs slightly bowed as he made
his way to the nearby bathroom.

"Our secret," Pauline smiled, but she resisted the urge to laugh. "I
just want you to know that you can trust me."

"A secret?" Robert hadn't thought of that, of what it meant in the
long term, this strange episode at the top of the stairs.

"You know," Pauline said gently. "From your wife, I mean."

The fact was that Robert didn't have any secrets from his wife, which
quite possibly made him unique among men. But now he did, he realized.
Brenda could never know about this. She wouldn't understand. How could
she when Robert himself didn't understand why it had happened. It
would only hurt her feelings, knowing that while nothing had really
happened between him and his boss, Robert had still had an orgasm.

Robert closed the bathroom door and locked it.

"Brenda wouldn't understand," he said, needing to explain to someone,
anyone. Even Pauline. He'd put her down on the bathroom cabinet, on
the counter next to the sink, and he started to sit on the toilet but
that didn't feel especially comfortable given the condition of his
underwear, so he stood back up.

"Of course she wouldn't," Pauline agreed, watching Robert struggle
with his consternation. "A woman like Brandy? She'd assume the worst,
wouldn't she?"

"Brenda," Robert sighed, nodding his head and trying his best not to
look at Pauline at all.

"I know," Pauline sighed too and she was posing for the man, so much
as she could.

Her thong was pulled up so tightly that her plump pussy was completely
exposed around it. Only her brazen camel toe was hidden and not by
much. Pauline had a generous clit when she became excited and plump,
glistening labia. The leopard print cotton disappeared in her juicy
cleft, so that Pauline's swollen lips seemed to wrap themselves around
it. The diminutive woman hadn't bothered to fix her top either and now
both of her pendulous, perfect breasts were completely exposed, pushed
up needlessly by her bikini as it stretched beneath the twin globes of
firm flesh. Pauline had to resist the urge to flick her nipples, not
for Robert's sake, they were quite long and hard enough already, but
for her own. Pauline's nipples itched like crazy!

"I need to clean myself," Robert said finally, not really speaking to
Pauline at all. Like Pontius Pilot himself, Robert thought, he needed
to wash away the guilt, and that thought merely saddened him all the
more.

"You need a shower, Robert," Pauline nodded. "And so do I. Don't
worry, I won't look. I promise."

"What? Oh!" Robert had momentarily forgotten about Pauline. "Here,
I'll uh, turn on the water for you." He reached for the faucet,
intending to let Pauline bathe in the sink once more, but she stopped
him.

"Can't I take a real shower? Please?" she asked nicely. "I won't be a
bother, I swear."

"With me?" Robert swallowed hard. "No. That's not a good idea,
Pauline," he shook his head and it was unfortunate that his good
manners brought Robert's eyes once more to the woman's body.

He swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as he took in Pauline's gorgeous
form. Six inches tall or not, she would have been at home in the
dreams of any red blooded man. Robert saw her tits, ripe and natural,
crafted by Mother Nature to excite and delight. Pauline's hands were
on her hips, wonderfully round beneath the woman's impossibly narrow
waist. Robert could even see the muscles in Pauline's tummy. They
weren't obvious or grotesque, but tight little abs to define and
accentuate her form. And lower, Robert held his breath when his eyes
fell towards his boss' all too exposed sex. He could see the minute
blonde hairs and lust engorged lips of her pussy clearly exposed on
either side of her thong. They seemed so pink and pretty, plump and
dripping with female wetness, and inviting and...

Robert looked away quickly and he felt sixteen again, confused and
excited like a young man confronted by sex for the first time in his
life. Guilt and desire were battling for Robert's soul and he reminded
himself that he wasn't a boy, he was a man. He had a family and
responsibilities. Sex was nothing to be afraid of and he could
certainly control his adolescent yearnings, couldn't he? It was as
good an excuse as his mind could rationalize for the moment, and
enough to bring his gaze once more to Pauline.

"It's just a shower, Robert. Come on!" Pauline smiled at him, pacing
the countertop with some impatience now, back and forth so that
Robert's eyes followed her closely.

He wasn't going to admit it, Pauline thought, but he wanted her now.
He'd touched her in the middle of her orgasm. Robert had stroked her
as a lover should and immediately cum himself. That was something he
might push away consciously, but underneath, the man would never
forget. He wanted her now, even more than he'd wanted her then, and
the feeling would only grow stronger. All she had to do was wear him
down, slowly but surely, and he'd be hers completely.

"I don't know..." Robert glanced at the door and his heart was pounding
in his chest.

"It's locked, remember? Don't worry," Pauline smiled as she began
removing her swimsuit, reaching up behind her neck to untie her top.
The motion pulled her breasts up enticingly and Robert's eyes grew
large.

He did want her, Robert knew. It was a small voice in the back of his
mind, and not really a voice at all, but just a feeling, a desire. She
was beautiful and alluring and thrilling, just standing there six
inches tall. If anything, that was the very thing that excited him
most, how small and fragile she seemed. Pauline was vulnerable and
dependent on Robert. Like a child, he thought, but without the
emotions a child engendered in him. A child was sacred and he could no
more imagine touching a child, any child, than he could fly to the
moon. Such thoughts weren't within his capacity to imagine...But Pauline
was no child, obviously. She was a woman and desire was an instinct
that every man struggled with sooner or later and most often with
every breath he took.

Robert wanted to say no, to tell Pauline that she would have to
content herself with bathing in the sink. In fact, he almost had the
words out and it wasn't his primal urges that changed his mind,
although Pauline believed otherwise, it was the realization that he'd
have to leave her alone for the five minutes or so it took him to take
his own shower. If guilt is the father of anything, it is almost
certainly suspicion. He couldn't trust her, Robert knew, not alone in
his house. It was too dangerous for her and for his family. Pauline
was still angry, she hadn't learned her lesson yet, and so she needed
a close eye at all times. Robert sighed and nodded, wondering for the
first time if he'd done the right thing after all, shrinking the woman
as he had.

"Alright," Robert said softly. "I'll, uh...We'll take a shower together,
but..."

"Woo-hoo!" Pauline giggled.

"...You have to, um, behave. Right?" Robert concentrated on Pauline's
bright blue eyes, doing his best not to see the rest of her as Pauline
decided to pull down her bikini bottoms just then. They seemed to be
clinging somewhat tenaciously to her pussy lips.

"I'll be good," Pauline agreed happily. "You don't have to worry about
me, Robert. I promise."

Pauline had also promised not to look, but of course she did. It was
impossible not to and she had to suppress a giggle when Robert peeled
off his boxers, white with little red and blue diamonds on them. They
were wet with semen as well and Robert flushed pink when he glanced
up, seeing Pauline sitting on the edge of the counter waiting and
watching. She was naked now and kicking her legs which seemed very
long, despite her size. They were smooth and toned and Robert imagined
they belonged to a dancer, not a businesswoman like Pauline at all.

"You said you wouldn't look!" he protested, turning away from her like
a teenager.

"Oh! Get over it Robert!" Pauline smiled. "You don't have anything I
haven't seen before. Besides, you've seen me all day, so how can this
be so wrong, hmmm?"

That didn't make Robert feel any better, being the truth as it was. He
said nothing else as he undressed quickly and turned on the shower,
adjusting it with his hand under the spray. Pauline watched him, of
course, noting that while Robert was certainly no Rico, who was built
like a Spanish Adonis, he wasn't too awful for a middle-aged secretary
either. Pauline wondered if Robert didn't work out once in awhile. His
body was trim, not muscular or even particularly well defined, but the
man was healthy and his cock...

Pauline did a little double take at that. Robert was positively hung
like a horse, which was really quite surprising to her for some
reason. His penis was soft now of course, but not entirely and even
semi-hard that cock still impressed her, all of six inches long and
rather thick. There was just no telling about some people, Pauline
thought. Robert had a big dick, surprise, surprise. No wonder Brandy
was so possessive. It had to be pretty nice getting that monster
inside her every night and Pauline wondered if Robert actually knew
how to use it.

"Why don't you just put me there," Pauline pointed at the unused soap
holder built into the shower wall. It was wide and semi-circular and
it had a grab handle built into it. "After you're done washing up, you
can hold me so I can get clean, okay?"

That idea sounded reasonable to Robert, so that's how they did it.

Pauline sat behind the chrome bar, her legs dangling down as she
leaned over it with her hands under chin. She watched closely as
Robert washed himself, having to pay particular attention to his cock
and balls, naturally. It reminded Pauline of the Pantheon, an
exclusive uptown club that featured male strippers, and a very popular
one with the professional women who had sacrificed any sort of family
life for their careers. This was rather like getting a private shower
show with one of the dancers, and with a penis like that, Robert
certainly could have qualified...If he'd only buff himself up a little
more, Pauline thought. As it was, watching the man wash his long thick
cock and roll his large and nicely shaped balls around in his soapy
hands, was very, very nice and Pauline couldn't help but squeeze her
thighs together.

"Okay," Robert said, brushing water from his hair and over his face as
he stepped back from the spray. "Your turn."

"Goody!" Pauline smiled and stood up to allow Robert to delicately
handle her.

Robert stood back, with his arms out and palms together to give
Pauline room to wash herself. Every now and then he'd move her from
under the water to reach the soap dangling from the shower head, and
she'd rub her hands on it and wash her body. He even gave her just a
little shampoo so she could wash her hair. Just a drop was all she
needed. It was hard though, watching the small woman take her shower.
The way she moved, pushing her hips one way and then the other.
Bending over from the waist to wash her seemingly long legs one at a
time. The way Pauline moved her hands over her breasts, almost as if
she were caressing them, making her brown nipples stiffen once more,
although in truth they'd been hard for the better part of an hour.

Robert was frowning, Pauline noted as she turned slightly, wiping the
water from her eyes, and then she glanced down and saw the reason.
Robert's penis had grown stiff and the woman gave a little squeal of
delight, which Robert didn't notice, thank goodness, or he might have
dropped her. His cock was swollen now, standing straight out at least
nine inches, perhaps even ten in Pauline's expert opinion. And thick?
Pauline wondered if she'd be able to get her arms around it. If she
ever had to give the man's cock a hug, she meant, and that idea wasn't
repulsive to her by any means. Robert sported as fine a cock as she'd
ever seen on a man and Pauline shook her head slightly, wondering why
a man like Robert, who'd obviously never had any woman other than his
wife, should have been blessed with a gift like that.

Fate does have a wonderful sense of irony, Pauline thought with a
secret smile.

Robert had his eyes closed, trying very hard not to think of Pauline
or the way she looked all wet and glistening in the palms of his
hands. He cursed his penis, wondering what he'd ever done to deserve
something like that. His manhood was the one part of him that had
always seemed just beyond his ability to control. He tried very hard
to will it soft, but of course that didn't work and the more he tried,
the less successful he was. He tried to think of innocent things,
memories and such that had nothing to do with Pauline or her beautiful
body. But every time he thought of something, Pauline was there, naked
and inviting. This wasn't right, wanting the woman sexually. He didn't
love her, he loved his wife, and that was what made him a man, wasn't
it? Different from animals? He could control himself, couldn't he?

Apparently not, because when Robert finally opened his eyes again he
saw Pauline bent over, presenting her tiny perfect ass to his view
while she washed herself slowly, sliding her fingers across her sex.
She appeared to be masturbating, right there in front of him,
fingering her wanton sex as he held her in his own two hands. Robert
swallowed hard as he watched several of Pauline's fingers disappear
momentarily inside the soft wet pink between her spread legs. His cock
twitched and jerked, all by itself, and Robert knew he had to stop
this. It couldn't happen to him again, not twice in one evening.

He resisted the urge to touch himself, which was a strong one to be
sure. Robert wanted to grab his penis and stroke it, but no...He'd done
that before as a young man, long before he'd met Brenda, but never
since. He was a married man and there was no reason to jerk off like a
teenager with too many hormones. He'd given that futile exercise up
nearly ten years before and he wasn't going to start again now just
because Pauline was doing it.

"Are you almost done?" Robert said, his voice sounding more like the
croaking of a frog at first.

"Almost," Pauline said, not bothering to stand up straight, but just
peering at Robert over her back as she continued to 'wash' herself.

Pauline really couldn't help herself. The water felt so good and it
was an unimaginable luxury bathing in a man's hands, literally.
Pauline had always been the one on top, in every relationship she'd
ever had, and this one was not going to be the exception. But still,
her thoughts wandered, Robert had given her that spanking and at the
time it had made her angry beyond words. But had it really been so
bad? Right then Pauline wasn't so sure. Like many powerful people, the
real escape, the best escape, was into a situation opposite from
normal. Pauline had never thought she'd feel that way, but...

In Robert's hands Pauline was happy, which was strange. She worked her
fingers in and out of her pussy slowly, hoping that Robert was
watching, but unwilling to risk a look of her own to make sure. She
had to trust that he was, because she wanted him to see her. She liked
that feeling. Being watched. Being wanted. It gave her control. But
the spanking...Pauline sighed, thumbing her fiery clitoris. How nice
would it be if Robert spanked her right now? He was her slave,
standing there with his aching prick standing at attention. He was
hers completely and yet she wanted him to be stronger than that.
Wasn't that why she was doing this, Pauline asked herself? She was
being bad now, being very bad, and fingering herself in front of his
face like a cheap whore. Hadn't he promised to punish her for being
bad?

Pauline moaned softly, her pussy contracting around her fingers as she
worked them deep. She was cumming again, spilling her juices down her
legs to be washed away by the hot water raining upon her shuddering
form. It was good, so good, all her fantasies coming together...Cumming
together. Robert, her slave assistant, now lusted after her like a
weak-willed dog scenting a bitch in heat. His boring wife, so jealous
and possessive and clinging to the fragile hope that she could compete
somehow with a woman like Pauline.

And Robert finally came to his senses, in Pauline's feverish dream,
waking up and knowing what he had to do. Knowing that he had to punish
his helpless boss one more time. Taking her over his knee. No! Robert
took Pauline over his cock, she imagined, bending her body over that
huge phallus, making her hold it and love it even as he spanked her
burning ass. He was going to make them both cum and the image of
Pauline writhing against Robert's penis while he flogged them together
was too much.

Pauline had a very good orgasm.

Robert waited helplessly, watching Pauline as she brought herself to
climax in his upturned hands. He felt the urgency inside himself, the
desperate longing to touch her, just to feel her once more under his
fingers. He held his breath and closed his eyes, trying to think of
anything but her. His heart stammered fitfully, driving hot blood and
adrenaline trough his flushed body. The air was heavy with steam and
Robert's lungs labored for every breath he could muster. But none of
that could compare to the vision of Pauline as she fingered her hungry
cunt, moaning and gasping loudly, making a gift of her climax to the
man who held her.

It took several minutes before Pauline was recovered and she rolled
over onto her tummy, smiling at Robert with a dreamy look while she
regained her senses.

"Ohhhh...I feel better," Pauline finally said with a breathless smile
and then she decided to drive another nail in the coffin. "Oh my!" she
giggled, pretending to notice Robert's erection for the first time.
"Look at that! Robert, your cock is so...Big!"

"Yeah, hmmm..." Robert mumbled something and pulled his left hand away,
making sure Pauline was safe in his right.

"Did I do that?" Pauline asked, her words dripping with wonder. "It's
bigger than I am!"

Robert didn't say anything as he turned off the water and stepped out
of the shower, careful to stand on the mat. He put Pauline on the
counter once more and reached for a towel, drying himself quickly. All
the while his aching cock, long and thick and ruddy with
uncontrollable desire, bobbed up and down. Pauline thought that was
rather sexy actually, and there was a real fascination growing inside
the woman. She'd never considered herself to have a fetish for size,
but on the other hand, bigger was always better so far as Pauline was
concerned, and this was the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

"Can you dry me too, Robert?" Pauline asked, huddling there naked and
giving Robert a theatrical shiver. "I'm getting cold."

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

"You were taking a shower," Brenda stated the obvious. She'd been
waiting in the bedroom she and Robert shared, knowing perfectly well
that he was taking a shower, but only suspecting the worst - That
Pauline was in there with him.

"Hmmm?" Robert's male instincts kicked in, particularly the ones
concerned with self-preservation, and he gave his wife a blank look.

"A shower?" Brenda repeated. "With her?" she pointed at Pauline, who
sat casually in Robert's hand, wrapped in a small dry washcloth.
Robert wore a towel around his waist and the good thing was that his
penis had begun to shrink immediately when he saw Brenda standing near
the dresser.

"Well, she...I needed to shower and..." Robert cleared his throat.

"You took a shower with another woman?" Brenda pursed her lips and
crossed her arms.

"I can see why you like him so much," Pauline said, unable to help
herself. She gave Brenda a catty smile.

"What? What are you talking about?" Brenda stared at the tiny woman
and she'd seen looks like that before, but never because of her
husband.

"Robert," Pauline smiled and gave Robert's thumb a little pat with her
hand. "He's such a nice guy. Such a big heart, too." She wiggled her
eyebrows at Brenda, but they were very small and Pauline was afraid
Brenda had missed it.

"And it belongs to me," Brenda said quickly. She hadn't missed a thing
and Brenda knew exactly what the little slut was talking about.

That brief exchanged worked to Robert's benefit, if nothing else,
distracting Brenda's anger for the moment. She'd turned possessive and
protective, as well she should because she loved Robert deeply, and
she knew in her heart that he loved her. He wouldn't do anything, not
with Pauline or any other woman, Brenda thought. He was too good of a
man for that. The best man she'd ever met, that was for sure, and
while the six inch bimbo might think she could twist Robert around her
fingers, the truth was that she just didn't know how Robert worked. If
Pauline's plan was to come between her and her husband, Brenda
thought, she was in for a rude surprise!

Brenda would never, ever let that happen.

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Pauline sighed unhappily. She was lying down in a cardboard box, of
all things. A shoebox, as if she were a baby kitten or something,
unable to be trusted to wander the house alone. The bottom was lined
with a fresh hand towel, plump and soft and smelling of downy, but
that didn't make the diminutive woman feel any better about her
situation. The cover had been taped down, and small air holes poked
into the sides. Pauline had tried to escape, pushing against the top,
trying to tear the cardboard, but it may as well have been constructed
of plywood so far as she was concerned.

The air holes were large enough for her to peek through, but the
bedroom was empty now. Brenda and Robert had left her there, the box
resting on one of the nightstands near the bed. They were probably
downstairs, Pauline thought, or maybe tucking their children away for
the night. It didn't make any difference and Pauline didn't really
care. All that mattered was that she was trapped, caged like a family
pet, and all she could do was lay there in the darkness and plot her
revenge.

Downstairs Robert and his wife were sitting in the living room, having
put their little girls to bed, and they were ostensibly waiting for
the late edition of the local news. Such was their daily routine, to
get the kids in bed soon after dinner and then relax together,
discussing their day and planning for the future, and after the news
retiring to bed. The familiarity was altogether normal and comforting,
but not this evening.

Robert sat in his recliner thinking of Pauline, although he very much
wished his mind would focus on something else. He remembered the way
his boss had looked bathing in his hands, masturbating in front of
him, touching herself beneath the warm spray of the shower. It made
Robert feel guilty, an experience wholly new to him, and he shifted
against the small cramps that twisted in his stomach.

"I don't like her, Robert," Brenda said emphatically. "I don't like
her and I don't want you taking anymore showers with that woman."

Robert swallowed nervously and nodded his head.

"Why is she here anyway? What were you thinking, doing that...that magic
to the woman?" Brenda was still trying to accept that part of the
story which was plainly incredible. But seeing was believing and
Robert had tried several times to explain to her about his family and
their special 'gift' as he called it. Brenda had thought he was
speaking metaphorically or something.

"She's my boss, Brenda. I only want to help her," Robert said, unable
to explain himself any better than that.

"Help her?" Brenda shook her head. "She's evil, Robert..."

"Oh, now...Don't say that," Robert almost smiled. "Pauline's not evil,
she's just confused is all. She never learned how to treat other
people. She's a good person inside, I'm sure of it."

"Hah!" Brenda snorted derisively. "You're so na�ve, Robert. You really
don't know anything, do you?"

Brenda didn't mean what she said in a bad way. She wasn't trying to
hurt her husband, she was only stating the truth as she knew it.
Robert was altogether too good sometimes. He cared about people too
much and Brenda admired that about him and loved him for it, but at
the same time she often wished he were just a little more realistic in
his view of the world and the people in it.

Robert could only sigh. He'd heard those words before and he couldn't
change who he was. That thought made him frown as he had to wonder
then if he could really change who Pauline was. He dismissed his
doubts quickly, knowing he had no choice but to believe it. He
couldn't very well undo what he'd done, could he? Besides, Pauline
would soon come to understand that everyone deserves respect,
regardless of how they look or how much money they have. She'd have to
be big on the inside, Robert thought, now that she was small on the
outside.

"She just needs a lesson," Robert offered, condensing his thoughts
with a shrug.

"What she needs is a spanking," Brenda countered. "Have you thought of
that?"

Robert swallowed hard as he had indeed thought of that, many times
since that morning when he'd paddled Pauline's perfect little ass with
his pen. At the time it had seemed innocent and harmless, if you'll
excuse the word, certainly it hadn't been sexual in any way, but now...
Robert squirmed slightly, feeling his penis throb uncomfortably in his
trousers.

Thankfully Brenda hadn't noticed the growing bulge in his trousers and
she continued on without pause, "And why does it have to be you
anyway, Robert? Why not someone else, someone from the office? You
could give her to someone and let them worry about teaching the woman
proper manners."

"No," Robert shook his head. "She's my responsibility. I have to help
her now and see this through to the end. There's no one else at the
office I can trust, Brenda. They might, um...be unkind with her."

Robert didn't like having to admit that some of his coworkers might
have been tempted to take advantage of Pauline's vulnerable condition,
but it was the truth. He'd overheard some of the talk around the water
cooler since the woman had taken charge of the department and none of
it had been flattering.

"Big surprise there," Brenda frowned.

"Honey, please," Robert pleaded gently. "Let's just give her a chance,
okay?"

"She'll be the end of us, if you're not careful," Brenda predicted
sadly and not altogether wrongly. "I've seen women like her before.
She's dangerous, Robert."

Brenda had seen the changes in her husband. The way he hesitated to
look into her eyes, the way he sat uncomfortably, restless and
nervous. It wasn't like him, not at all, and it frightened Brenda. She
remembered women from college, predators like Pauline , who'd used
their sexuality ruthlessly to get what they wanted. They used their
beauty as weapons, manipulating men and twisting them to their own
devices. Brenda had found such women intimidating and frightening,
making her feel small and insignificant by comparison.

Even worse than that, Brenda would scarcely admit, was the envy she'd
felt at seeing women like Pauline. The deep and somewhat guilty desire
they fostered in her heart. To be truly beautiful, to have the
attention and interest that came with perfection, what would that be
like? Never mind that nobody was perfect, physically or otherwise, to
Brenda it certainly seemed that way.

It made Brenda angry to admit that she was jealous of Pauline and she
tried very hard to hide those feelings.

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

"Do you think she'll be okay in there?" Robert asked. He sat on the
bed, wearing only a pair of boxers as that was how he liked to sleep,
and looking at Pauline's shoebox.

"She'll be fine," Brenda called from the small bathroom adjoining the
bedroom, inwardly hoping that the woman would be anything but.

Robert frowned, resisting the urge to open the box and see for
himself, but part of him was afraid that the reason he wanted to look
wasn't altogether out of concern for Pauline's comfort. Memories of
Pauline bathing in his hands, masturbating shamelessly in front of
him, made Robert's cock surge with hot blood and he looked away from
the shoebox quickly.

"She'll sleep like a baby," Brenda said, turning off the bathroom
light and standing in the doorway expectantly.

"Wow!" Robert stared at his wife as she stood there, his eyes going
wide with pleasure. "Where did that come from?"

"What? This old thing?" Brenda laughed softly.

She posed for him in a wonderfully sexy lace teddy and matching thong
panty, fire engine red and just sheer enough so that Robert could make
out his wife's dark nipples and the small thatch of brown pubic hair
above her sex. Brenda was still an attractive woman, Robert thought,
with her soft smooth thighs, rounded hips and full breasts. She wasn't
quite so thin as she'd once been, but that wasn't worth complaining
about. Her green eyes sparkled and Brenda had brushed her hair and
even applied a little makeup, some crimson lipstick that complimented
her lingerie beautifully.

It was almost enough to make Robert forget about Pauline...Almost.

"But what about..." he glanced at the shoebox beside him, knowing what
he and his wife were about to do.

"She's fine right where she is," Brenda said softly, moving to the
king sized bed and crawling across it slowly. She had a look of pure
mischief in her eyes and Robert doubted he'd ever seen his wife so...
Sexy. Even on their honeymoon, when they'd had sex for the very first
time, it had been nothing like this.

"What's gotten into you?" Robert smiled, feeling his cock straining
with excitement.

"Ask me that later, lover," Brenda whispered huskily, placing a hand
behind her husband's head and kissing him gently at first, and then
harder, working her tongue into his mouth.

Robert resisted for a moment, not because he didn't want her, but only
because he was confused. He'd never seen Brenda so aggressive before
and it was a pleasant surprise. He kissed her back and then moaned as
Brenda's free hand found his penis, reaching under the waistband of
his boxers and grasping his thick cock gently. She felt him already
grown swollen with desire and Brenda stroked Robert's cock lovingly,
finding him large enough that her fingers weren't able to encircle him
completely.

This is mine! Brenda thought to herself, reveling in the fact that
Pauline was only a few feet away from them, listening to every sound
they made. Robert and his big...heart...belonged to Brenda, not to his
boss, and she was determined to prove it. She hoped Pauline was
watching them through the small holes Brenda had made with precisely
this purpose in mind. It had been her plan since shortly after she'd
caught them coming out of the shower together, and Brenda was sure it
would work. She'd make Robert forget all about the bitch in the box.
If he wanted a whore, Brenda would be one for him, doing anything and
everything she could think of to keep her husband's faithful
attentions.

"Ohhhh..." Robert sighed not unhappily, turning to face Brenda and lay
with her on the bed. "What about the lights?" he asked, knowing Brenda
always preferred them off during their lovemaking.

"Leave them on," Brenda whispered in his ear and then bit his earlobe
playfully. "I want to see your eyes when you fuck me."

"Brenda!" Robert's eyes widened with surprise. His wife swore
occasionally, much to Robert's annoyance, but talking dirty in bed?
This was entirely new for her.

Brenda giggled and went back to work kissing her husband, moving her
mouth across his lips and cheeks, up to his eyes and then his forehead
as she pushed him lower. "Kiss my breasts, Robert...My nipples...Kiss them
for me..."

Brenda was surprising even herself and could barely believe how
aroused she was getting. Usually it took her awhile to get warmed up.
Even when she really wanted sex, it would take a lot of kissing and
touching, a lot of attention on Robert's part before she became well
and truly ready for his large cock. But tonight she was already wet,
the juices from her sex seeming to pour from her pussy, and Brenda
squeezed her thighs together with pleasure. Her nipples flashed hot
and cold, already stiff and aching for Robert's mouth to suck them.
Brenda was as excited as she'd ever been and it was all because she
knew Pauline was there. The tiny bitch was watching them and that idea
was more thrilling to Brenda than any other.

And Pauline was watching, pressing her eyes to a ragged hole and
staring at the two lovers on the bed. She was still angry, perhaps
even more so because her instincts told her what was going on. Brenda
was behind this, Pauline thought, knowing it to be true because she
would have done the exact same thing, given the opportunity. In fact,
it had been Pauline's plan to seduce Robert in front of his wife,
forcing Brenda to watch as he loved her, destroying the woman and her
precious marriage once and for all.

Now the tables had been turned and while Pauline fumed and frowned,
she had no choice but to continue watching. She blamed it on boredom,
but there was more than the woman's need for entertainment at work
there. She felt her body flushing and Pauline soon found that her
fingers were playing across her flesh, massaging her breasts as she
stared at Robert and his wife.

"Jesus, what a cock," Pauline breathed, staring with no small amount
of jealousy as Brenda worked Robert's erection free of his shorts. The
man's penis was hard and long, and standing a full nine inches at
least. And thick? Pauline licked her lips as she watched Brenda bend
her mouth to take the swollen head between her soft red lips. That
monster would barely fit and the bedroom was filled with the wet
sounds of Brenda doing everything she could to work her husband's cock
inside her too small mouth.

"Oh, Brenda...Oh my..." Robert moaned softly as he stared at his wife.

She'd tried sucking his cock once before and then only because Robert
had wondered what it would feel like. Brenda had agreed to try,
somewhat reluctantly it must be said, and less than a minute later
decided that she didn't really care for it very much, but now the
circumstances were changed. Brenda might have felt a little chagrined
that what she wouldn't do for love, she would do out of jealousy, but
in truth the woman was rarely given to such introspection. Robert
could only watch his wife, staring with happy surprise as the knob of
his penis disappeared between her taut lips, and wondering what had
changed her mind suddenly a full seven years later.

Brenda worked her lips slowly around the smooth head of Robert's cock
and it filled her mouth completely. There was barely enough room for
her to wriggle her tongue beneath the swollen glans. The realization
that she was actually sucking a man's penis, even though her
husband's, was almost enough to make Brenda gag. Not because she
didn't like it, she really didn't know if she did or not, but because
she believed only a whore would do such a thing. Good girls,
responsible mothers and loving wives, didn't have to and what woman
would do it by choice?

A slut like Pauline. She was exactly the sort of woman who would choke
down a big fat cock like Robert's. She'd probably suck him until he
came in her mouth, Brenda thought, and the bitch would swallow too.
Brenda had no doubts about that. Pauline was that sort of girl, anyone
could see it. If her husband wanted a whore to suck his cock and
swallow his sperm, Brenda rationalized, it would have to be his wife.
She'd be the best slut in the world if it meant she kept her husband
in his marital bed where he belonged.

Pauline giggled softly, rubbing her clit and shaking her head at
Brenda's attempts to give her husband a blowjob. She was obviously
inexperienced and Pauline thought the woman might actually hurt
herself if she wasn't careful; mouth fucking a cock that size would be
a serious proposition for any woman. Pauline felt a little better
knowing that for all her efforts, Brenda was merely showing the world
that she was out of her depth in the bedroom. That boded well for
Pauline, who knew tricks and techniques that would have made a Bangkok
bargirl blush with envy.

Let her have her fun tonight, Pauline thought. Brenda was leaving the
door wide open because once Robert had a taste of what a real woman
could do in the bedroom, he'd never again be satisfied with the
fumblings of his amateur wife. Pauline fingered herself eagerly now,
critiquing Brenda with every ragged breath she took. The woman looked
like a virgin schoolgirl on her first date, in Pauline's happy
opinion. She couldn't wait to show Robert what a real woman could do
with a gorgeous piece of man meat like his. And now what? Brenda was
going to deep throat that massive prick?

"Not likely," Pauline laughed out loud and then yelled in her high
pitched voice "Give it up, Brandy! It'll never fit!"

But Brenda didn't give up. She had her lips stretched tight around the
shaft of Robert's penis, having worked the head and all of another
inch besides into her mouth. But there was no more room and Brenda had
no idea how to make more. She felt herself choking on her husband's
cock and she pulled back, gasping for air and swallowing painfully. It
was frustrating because Brenda had heard of women who could take every
inch of a man's cock. She'd even seen a small bit of film once, at a
bachelorette party for a friend. It hadn't looked so hard and Brenda
quite naturally thought it should be easy to do.

Brenda, who'd been completely inexperienced on her wedding night, just
didn't know that Robert was far larger than most men in the cock
department. The first and only erection she'd ever seen live and in
person had been her husband's. Brenda thought his penis merely
average, but even so, she just didn't appreciate that it does take
some practice to learn the fine art of deep throating regardless of
size. That's the problem when two virgins marry, they just don't know
any better.

"Its okay, Brenda," Robert smiled at his wife. "It felt really good."

He thought Brenda was finished but she surprised him by returning to
her task, but this time contenting herself with sucking just the head
into her mouth and washing it with her tongue. She kept her hands on
Robert's cock, stroking him while she sucked, and even reached down to
fondle his heavy balls, rolling them carefully with her fingers and
enjoying Robert's pleasantly surprised reaction.

Maybe she couldn't take all of him, but that didn't mean she couldn't
make Robert feel good, Brenda thought to herself. What Brenda hadn't
expected however, was how much she found herself enjoying what she was
doing. She hadn't fully thought about Robert's pre-cum, which was
rather plentiful and filling her mouth along with her saliva, but
Brenda soon found it had very little taste. She largely ignored it,
swallowing the clear fluid down with her saliva, or some of it anyway.
Quite a lot spilled from her lips, running down Robert's thick shaft
to lubricate Brenda's pumping fists.

For all her inexperience, Brenda was certainly giving her husband a
nice, sloppy suck job and no man in his right mind would complain
about that!

Brenda wasn't complaining either as she concentrated all her energy on
Robert's big cock. Brenda liked the way it felt in her hands, heavy
and alive, seeming to have a mind of its own as it jerked and throbbed
occasionally. It seemed so warm and the skin so soft over the hard
muscle beneath, Brenda had never truly appreciated her husband's cock
before, not up close and personal with the lights on. She sighed
happily as she ran her tongue along the underside from the tip down to
his sperm laden balls, pressing Robert's cock to her face so that it
stretched from her chin past her temple, drooling precum into her
silky hair. Maybe, Brenda thought, being her husband's whore wasn't
really so bad after all.

A woman could get used to this, loving her husband with her hands and
mouth. Kissing the lightly furred scrotum and lapping at the very
balls which had produced her children. Robert's cock throbbed across
her cheek, heavy and hot and wet with her spit. Brenda used her hand
to stroke him like a kitten, rubbing her fingers and palm along the
length of Robert's manhood as it lay stretched across her face. She
took one of his balls into her mouth, sucking at his sack and rolling
it with her tongue. This was new, all of it, and Brenda wanted to try
everything as her childish reservations fled beneath the warmth of
pleasure.

"Oh jeez! Brenda that feels so good. You're going to make me cum
soon," Robert warned his wife softly. "Let's make love now. I want to
love you now, okay?"

"Mmmm..." Brenda nodded, feeling that same desire as she reached down to
feel the wetness between her thighs. Her pussy was soaking wet and
when her fingers found her erect clit, Brenda gasped softly and
trembled beneath Robert's loving caresses.

He wanted Brenda to continue sucking his cock, but Robert also wanted
to show his wife how much he loved her. Pauline was far from his mind
at that moment, but the guilt remained. Robert was determined to make
it up to Brenda, although she obviously didn't know the extent of his
earlier infidelity. She would never find out, if Robert could help it,
but that didn't mean she didn't deserve something in return. It seemed
very much like bargaining with God and Robert was hardly fond of that,
but if it would somehow make things right between them, the man
thought, then it was something he could live with.

Brenda was certainly ready for it in any case, ready to make love to
her husband the way a woman should. Not someone else's husband, Brenda
glared at the shoebox briefly as she moved, but her own husband. She
pushed Robert back as he tried to rise, putting her palms on his chest
and smiling down at him as she straddled his hips with her legs. This
was rather new as well, taking the aggressive role in their
lovemaking. Normally Brenda would be content to lie there, letting
Robert initiate their sex and arrange their position into something
easy and comfortable. Not this night, however. Brenda wanted to be the
slut that she imagined Pauline would be in the bedroom, taking charge
and expressing her desires. The idea of being so demanding sent a
little thrill of excitement along Brenda's spine and she even giggled,
which was something unheard of during their lovemaking.

"I should get a condom," Robert said, wondering why Brenda was
stopping him. He always wore a condom, at least when they weren't
trying to have a baby and the last time they done that had been nearly
five years ago.

"I'm ovulating," Brenda said, loud enough for Pauline to hear her. She
licked her lips and told herself it was only a small, white lie. She
didn't actually know if she was or not, but it was close to the middle
of her cycle, so maybe it could happen.

"You want a baby?" Robert looked up at his wife and Brenda nodded.

He had his hands on her hips and he gave Brenda a gentle squeeze,
feeling his stiff cock trapped beneath her humid sex. Brenda was
grinding herself against him, her damp body flushed with excitement.
She was so beautiful, Robert thought, the most beautiful woman in the
world and not for the first time he wondered how he'd gotten so lucky
in his life. Brenda was the perfect wife and mother, the woman all men
should aspire to. Not because she was somehow flawless, but because
Robert was the sort of man who understood that his wife was perfect
because of her imperfections, not in spite of them. It seemed a
wonderful paradox and bothered Robert not at all.

"Make a baby in me," Brenda sighed, lifting her hips and reaching down
so she could fit the tip of Robert's cock into her pussy. "I love you
so much..." Brenda moaned loudly as she sank her vagina down on Robert's
penis.

She felt him stretching her pussy with some small discomfort at first,
but she knew that would soon go away completely. Brenda was well
prepared for Robert's swollen manhood and despite her novice skill at
sucking cock, or anything besides intercourse really, Brenda was quite
adept at taking her husband's rigid cock balls deep, as they say. An
expression that she secretly loved, but wouldn't dare utter aloud,
even to herself.

Brenda had been on top before too, although not very often. It was a
genuine pleasure to take Robert at her own pace, lowering her tight
pussy slowly, inch by hot thick inch, rolling her hips and rocking her
ass every now and then. Oh yeah, this was nice, Brenda thought, and
another baby would cement Robert's love and loyalty forever. He'd be
infatuated with her again and with the baby growing inside her as
well, and Pauline would only be a bad memory.

"A baby?" Pauline groaned, her face pressed against the cardboard and
her knees shaking as she fucked three fingers into her cunt. "Oh!
Bitch! You fight dirty, don't you?" she said to herself. "Okay. If
that's the way you want it, Brandy. Two can play that game you dirty
little..."

Pauline may have wanted to say more, but she was cumming just then,
her mind filled with the image of her newest rival taking Robert's
large cock into her hungry pussy. Thoughts of revenge, of making
Brenda pay for her insults, of bringing the man to his knees with lust...
Fucking him, feeling that huge prick in her own desperate sex...Pauline
was gasping, breathless and weak, collapsing to sit and then lie on
her makeshift bed.

She was fucking Robert now, in her mind, taking his penis deep into
her own womb. Pauline had never wanted a child in her life, but maybe...
Oh! That would make him pay, wouldn't it? Fathering a child with
another woman? Brenda would never, ever forgive Robert for that. And a
baby growing in her own belly? Pauline shuddered with a glorious
orgasm, quite confused by the idea, but wonderfully excited as well.
She couldn't possibly want one of those...Could she?

It was a secret dream, like so many others that Pauline dared not
admit. She had no time for a husband, no time for babies or a family.
She'd told herself a thousand times that she wasn't like other people.
She had nothing in common with other women like Brenda. She didn't
feel that silly need to anchor herself to one place or one man. She
didn't want to ruin her perfect figure or spend the time raising a
child, loving it, seeing it grow and carry forward her own hopes and
dreams. She was better than that, Pauline thought. A baby was useless
to her.

Nevertheless it remained the underlying dream that sustained Pauline
as she slept finally, her body damp with sweat and the scent of her
arousal still wafting on the cool night air. And as all dreams must,
this one would linger in her heart for a long, long time.

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

"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 pursed her lips and 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 soccer 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. "I even
found a sitter for the girls."

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

"Maybe..." Brenda shrugged, "...but 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 said, placing Pauline down on the kitchen counter. The tiny
woman was on her back and Brenda put the tip of her index finger on
the woman's surprisingly firm tummy to hold in her place.

"You big bully bitch! 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.
Brenda had tied Pauline's hands together with one end of the long
string.

"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 ignored her and 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 keep
talking like that, I'll just have to punish you."

"You're right," Pauline bit back on 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 drawer and pulled out what looked like a chop-stick,
mostly because that was what it was, leftover from who knows when. It
had been awhile since Robert and Brenda had ordered Chinese takeout.

"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, average woman like Brenda. Spanking Pauline, making her cry
out in pain and humiliation, had gotten Brenda's pussy wet. It had
made her heart flutter and her tummy tighten as well. She was pink
faced and breathless and licking her lips as she noticed that Pauline
seemed to be feeling much the same way. Oh! Wasn't that something?

There was an unmistakable wetness between Pauline's thighs now and
Brenda blinked at it. The bound woman's nipples were hard as tiny
pebbles, pointing out from her immaculate and heaving breasts.
Pauline's tits were drawn tightly against her chest, the way she was
suspended, but that didn't change the fact that they were wonderfully
full and firm. Brenda leaned close, hearing Pauline's soft sniffles
and somewhat louder gasps as she drew cool air into her lungs. She
could smell the woman too, Brenda realized. The scent of Pauline's
excited cunt was unmistakable and that filled Brenda with unexpected
and almost frightening thoughts.

Pauline moaned, staring at Brenda through wet, lidded eyes and for
just a second the idea that she could kick her captor in the nose
passed through her feverish mind, but it disappeared just as quickly.
Pauline's ass burned with a fire beyond the physical. She'd been
spanked by a rival, by a woman who seemed so much less than herself.
Pauline wouldn't give Brenda the time of day if they happened to bump
into each other on the street, but now Pauline was very nearly ready
to orgasm from the experience. She didn't understand it. She didn't
know why being spanked by Robert's pathetic wife had brought her so
much pleasure, such emotional delight to sooth and embrace the
physical pain of her punishment, but it had.

If only the woman hadn't stopped! Pauline sighed, spreading her legs
slightly, wanting Brenda to see how wet she was. It made no sense at
all, but Pauline was helpless now, in more ways than one, and she knew
it. There was a switch inside her, a secret button that Pauline had
never known existed. First Robert had found it and now his wife, and
Pauline was desperate to find out what came next after this most
excellent and unimagined foreplay.

"Now," Brenda 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 and very happy
sigh.

"Good." Brenda nodded, spreading cool butter with a fingertip 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. A reward, and not only for Pauline, Brenda had to
admit, she was enjoying this as well. Both women were hot and wet
between their thighs. They were aroused and hungry from their shared
experience and now they were trying something else.

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, Brenda told herself, she was just...How had her husband
put it? Oh yes. She was just teaching Pauline a little lesson and that
thought almost made Brenda smile.

She had enjoyed punishing Pauline though, Brenda had to admit it. The
idea of it, the act itself, and now the afterward, it was all perfect
somehow. Brenda felt something inescapable, like fate or destiny had
brought them together, although that sounded much too dramatic. It
felt right to be doing this, as if she'd been waiting all her life for
Pauline to be her captive. No, not that, Brenda thought. Her slave?
But that wasn't right either. What was Pauline to her now, Brenda
wondered, and the only real answer that came to mind was more than a
little shocking.

Pauline was shocked as well and many of those same thoughts were also
going through her feverish little brain. She knew exactly what Brenda
was to her now, the way the woman was caressing Pauline's prone form,
massaging butter over the bruises and welts on her ass. Brenda wasn't
merely trying to comfort Pauline, she was loving her as well. Her
fingers were gentle and deliberate, coaxing Pauline to tremble as soft
moans escaped her open lips. The tiny woman spread her legs wide,
clutching at Brenda with her fists as a giant fingertip moved to
stroke Pauline's exposed sex. A Mistress? Yes, Brenda was that for the
moment. Pauline didn't want to deny that, but Robert's wife was now
her lover as well, as much as Robert was, and that realization alone
was nearly enough to make her cum.

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 if 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 the
question which had confronted Brenda that morning as Robert left for
work, and although Brenda had not considered it consciously, sitting
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 for some time by then, fifteen or twenty
minutes at least, and Brenda's anger had long cooled, being replaced
with sympathy, which was more constant to her nature. Sympathy and
something else, truth be told, and she was afraid to acknowledge what
her fingers were doing.

"Yes Mistress," Pauline replied softly.

She could do little else as her own pride had suffered grievously, but
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. But what a wonderful
moment, Pauline shivered, wriggling her hips and grinding her hot sex
against Brenda's gentle finger.

Brenda sucked her upper lip thoughtfully, the way she did sometimes,
and almost told Pauline to stop calling her that. Guilt and desire
were battling inside her heart, much as it had in Robert's the evening
before. She was rubbing her buttery digit against Pauline's cunt,
fingering the aroused sex of another woman. Although she plainly
couldn't penetrate Pauline's tiny slit, that was hardly the point;
Brenda was exploring Pauline's body, enjoying the softness, the
firmness there. She was breathing hard as she felt the soft hair that
covered Pauline's pussy and through it the burning folds of Pauline's
sex. The tiny labia and nearly invisible clitoris that seemed to prick
Brenda's finger like a needle everytime she touched it. Touching
Pauline, a woman who was only so recently untouchable in every sense
of the word, was intoxicating. It was an aphrodisiac and addictive and
Brenda couldn't stop.

"Um hmmm..." Pauline sighed, moving her body without conscious thought,
but only succumbing to the raw pleasure of Brenda's attention.

She'd been with women before and it had never been this good. Not even
that old dyke in her college days, the ethics professor who had
worshipped Pauline's body for hours on end, had made Pauline feel this
good. It was the control, Pauline thought, the idea of surrendering to
a woman like Brenda who had no other power than her size. Under normal
circumstances, Pauline would never have given herself to another
person this way. She could never have surrendered so completely and
there had never been anyone strong enough to make her. Until now.

And those fingers were so gentle and soothing, and Brenda enjoyed the
way Pauline's body felt beneath her hand. The woman glistened pink and
soft and supple, except for her butt which would remain red for quite
some time to come. Brenda massaged slippery butter over Pauline's
body, leaving her pussy to move up her spine and down the tiny woman's
legs. Brenda had forgotten her previous anger nearly completely and
what she felt now was...Confusing. Pauline really was like a child,
Brenda thought, in the sense that she was helpless in some ways and
vulnerable to the whims of other, stronger people. She was also
wayward and headstrong and Robert was right, Pauline did need to be
taught a lesson, to be disciplined and loved the way any child does.

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. Motherhood
was Brenda's forte, the pinnacle of her being, and comforting Pauline
the way she was, soothing away the pain of that spanking, was waking
Brenda's maternal instincts. It was another conflict that served to
confuse Brenda all the more. Desire, guilt, jealousy, concern, and
sympathy, they all competed for Brenda's action. She was caressing
Pauline still, doing more than just touching the woman's pussy, she
was stroking every inch of the woman's smooth flesh. Brenda ran her
slippery fingers along Pauline's flawless back, from her graceful neck
down to the tiny dimple at the top of her beautiful round ass. Down
each of her legs and back up. She was so beautiful, Brenda thought, so
perfect and delicate and easy to love.

Pauline moaned softly, so softly that Brenda couldn't possibly have
heard it. The woman's touch was good, very 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. Pauline been emptied of emotion or perhaps too
exhausted by her ordeal; her emotions overwhelmed by the physical
aspects of her torture. Perhaps Pauline had simply lost any interest
in feeling anger or despair, but inevitably the void had been filled
with something else.

Now Pauline was filled with nothing but a joyful willingness to yield.
She couldn't hate Brenda, not anymore. Brenda owned her, that was how
Pauline imagined it. Brenda had the small woman on her leg, beneath
her hand, helpless and obedient now. Not because of the spanking
itself, but because for the first time Pauline had surrendered. The
weight of responsibility was gone. She had no decisions to make, no
choices wrong or right. Pauline was in Brenda's hands, literally and
figuratively and that was a pleasure unimaginable. Pauline was free
and it might have made her smile to realize that her freedom had come
only with her submission, but the woman was a little busy trying to
get Brenda's finger back on her cunt where she needed it.

Pauline spread her legs slowly, having closed them beneath Brenda's
sweet ministrations. She widened her buttery thighs just a little more
every time Brenda's finger would come low, across her burning ass. She
was opening herself again, inviting Brenda to move further and deeper,
and soon she felt the soft pad of Brenda's middle finger returning to
the place 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 aloud 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 made
awkward love. 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 back as if she'd been burned. Her face
flushed with embarrassment and Brenda looked away quickly, her stomach
churning with desire and guilt. This had been easy in the moments
immediately after loosing Pauline from the string, but now it was
brand new again and there was trepidation in Brenda's heart. She'd had
too long to think about it perhaps, and Brenda tried to push her fears
away, the guilt and confusion that filled her. She had to open herself
once more to the pure pleasure that touching Pauline brought. She had
to surrender if she wanted to continue, but Brenda wasn't ready for
that.

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
with her. Pauline was hers for the taking, didn't the woman realize
that? Pauline wondered if this wasn't another cruel punishment of some
kind. A torture of a much more clever and devious sort. She'd called
Brenda her 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 of the woman's bare leg, kissing and
licking, using her teeth at times as if she might actually bite
Brenda. 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 most especially the swell of her
wanton 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
was 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.

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"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
strict 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. How the woman's tiny cunt would taste upon the tip of her
tongue.

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 selfish cunt! What about me?"

A few moments before Pauline had been eager, even desperate to give
Brenda pleasure, but the woman had wanted no part of her it seemed.
Pauline had been rejected for the very 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 fading.

"You had me, Brandy! 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...You!"

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 pussy, but doing precisely
that. She was making love to Pauline in the safety of her mind,
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 weighty memory of Pauline's
perfect 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 as her cum finally arrived. "Next time you'll be
calling me Mistress...And I'll never, ah! Let you go...Mmmm...Never!"


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