A Little Spell
Copyright 2008-2011 Rachael Ross
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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."
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"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 naïve, 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.
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"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.
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"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?"
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"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!"