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A Little Magic
By Rachael

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

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A Little Magic – Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And Robert was the best.

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