Shrinked scientist (F/F story)

"Doctor Mason, I'm heading into town. Do you need me to buy anything?" Eileen called out as she poked her head into her boss' makeshift laboratory, which had previously been Eileen's garage. When there was no reply, she had a quick look. "Doctor Mason, are you in here? Oh, I hope she hasn't gone for a walk again," she said to herself. "At her new height..."

She grabbed her coat and went out to search for her former employer.

Eileen Blackwood was about five foot high, with short brown hair that she often wore in pigtails. She was dressed in jeans and a white top. For the last few years, Eileen had worked for Doctor Rachel Mason, an accomplished scientist that had done some work on shrinking and enlarging radiation. Rachel was a demanding boss, but being her assistant had given Eileen some excellent experiences that would greatly aid her career.

But about a month ago, Doctor Mason had suffered an accident in the lab, and her once five-foot-six form had been reduced a height of a little more than two feet.

Initially, Eileen had wanted to call someone – some colleagues that could help, some medical professionals to have a look – but Doctor Mason had told her not to. She’d ignored quite a few proper safety precautions during that last test, and if anyone learned how careless she’d been with her own safety, she’d probably lose all her funding, not to mention the respect of her peers.

In the end, the pair had decided to head to a house in the country that Eileen had recently inherited from her great aunt. The house had a garage that was large enough for Doctor Mason’s expensive equipment, so that she could continue her experiments and turn herself back to normal. In addition, the house was remote enough that no one would know what was going on, and Rachel’s secret would be safe.


"Doctor Mason?" Eileen called out as she wandered to the nearest woods. "Are you out here?"

She’d been searching for half an hour now, and had seen no sign of her. She was beginning to get worried. Suddenly, she heard a faint voice.

"Eileen! Thank the heavens you’re here! Help me!"

She quickly followed the voice to find her employer lying in a ditch, trying to fend off the neighbour’s German shepherd. The dog seemed quite curious with its new discovery. Mason had always been afraid of dogs, and at her new height, they were even more terrifying.

"Go home, Rex," Eileen said as she waved the dog away. "Go home! That’s a good boy." She turned to Rachel. The woman’s entire outfit was covered in mud – her lab coat, black trousers, and dark grey suit jacket were all dripping wet. And getting those clothes for her current size had not been easy.

"Can you walk back, or do you want me to carry you?" Eileen said. The thought of picking up the mud-covered woman didn’t particularly appeal to her at the moment.

"I’ll walk, thank you," Doctor Mason said, doing her best to hold her head high and seem dignified. It wasn’t particularly convincing.

When they were back at the house, Eileen told her boss to enter the old woodshed at the back.

"But I have to go shower now!" Rachel protested.

Eileen shook her head. "I’m not having you track mud all over the house, or getting all that filth in the drains. I’m the one that’ll have to clean all of that up, you know. There’s a tub in the shed, and I can heat up some water. We’re doing this the old-fashioned way. Go into the shed and strip."

Blushing, Doctor Mason did as she was instructed. A few minutes later, Eileen arrived with the warm water, and began to fill up the tub. Rachel held her hands in front of her crotch and chest, trying her best to preserve what remained of her dignity. When Eileen was finished, she picked up her employer and dropped her in the water.

"What are those for?" Rachel said, nodding to the sponges and bath brush that Eileen had brought.

"The sponges are for getting some of this mud of you."

"And the brush?"

"You’ll find out afterwards," Eileen said ominously. Doctor Mason’s backside began to tingle. She had a horrible feeling she already knew what that vicious-looking brush would be used for.


A week after the accident, Rachel had been having a bad day, and was throwing a tantrum – throwing things, cursing at her assistant, and generally being in a terrible mood. Eileen had done her best to be understanding, but when one of Doctor Mason’s notebooks bounced off her shoulder, she lost her patience. She grabbed the little woman, carried her over to a nearby chair, sat down, and plopped her over her knee. She’d then pulled Rachel’s trousers and panties down to her knees, before beginning to spank her naked bottom. The doctor had been shouting her head off, cursing and pleading as she struggled to break free, but Eileen had easily held her in place as she continued to spank. By the time she was allowed to get up, Rachel’s backside was bright red and felt as if she’d sat in a campfire.

Rachel jumped from foot to foot as she rubbed her burning backside, sobbing uncontrollably. "I’ll call the police on you!" she shouted.

Eileen had just shrugged. "Fine. Here’s my phone," she said, handing Rachel her cell phone. "I assume you know the number."

Rachel had taken the phone, but started to reconsider. Calling the authorities would alert everyone to her current predicament. Everyone would know about her accident and the carelessness that led to it, and it would be the end of her academic career. She handed the phone back and pulled up her panties and trousers, wincing as the cloth dug into her sore backside. "Fine. But I’m assuming this won’t happen again?"

Eileen shook her head. "You assume wrongly. I’ve grown tired of your whining, and your tendency to blame everyone but yourself. It was YOUR impatience that got you into your mess, and as long as you’re living under my roof, it’s YOUR butt that’s going to end up over my knee if you don’t behave yourself. Got that?"


"I think we’re just about done here," Eileen said, putting the sponge down. Rachel blushed. Eileen had insisted on helping her clean herself, and had rubbed that sponge over every single part of her body until it was squeaky clean. She felt tired, and just wanted to lie down and cry. But as she glanced over at the intimidating bath brush on the floor, she had a feeling she’d soon have something else to cry about.

"Ah," Eileen said as she followed Rachel’s gaze. "That’s right, we still have to discuss the matter of your little excursion." She folded her arms and glared down at Rachel. "What exactly were you thinking, wandering off like that? The woods are not safe at your height. You don’t know the area, either – what if you’d gotten lost? Heck, what if someone found you? If you want to keep your predicament a secret, you’re not doing a great job. If you wanted to go for a walk, I could have gone with you."

"I’m sorry," Rachel said. "I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts. I didn’t think –"

"Heh. You’re right about that. You didn't think." Eileen sat down on a wooden chair, laid a dry towel over her knees, and placed the bath brush near the chair. She then patted her lap. "Come here, Rachel."

Rachel climbed out of the tub. On shaking legs, she slowly approached her scowling assistant. When she was close enough, Eileen helped the woman climb over her lap, then pushed her forward to lift her bottom up. The loud smack of her hand against Rachel’s backside was followed by a surprised gasp from the woman. As Eileen began to spank her employer in earnest, Rachel was soon kicking her legs and yelping in pain.

Eileen’s hand was large enough to cover both of Rachel’s cheeks in a single slap, and she moved up and down her backside, making sure to cover every inch. After a few minutes, she stopped long enough to pick up the bath brush.

"Oh no!" Rachel gasped as the cold wood rubbed against her cheeks. "Please, Eileen, don’t you think it’s enough? I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!"

"I believe you," Eileen said calmly. "But I want this lesson to STICK, don’t you?" And she lifted the brush.

As the loud crack of wood on flesh rang out in the shed, Rachel howled. She tried to get away, but Eileen held her down with one hand as the other continued its assault on her backside. Soon, Rachel was sobbing and pleading, promising her anything she wanted if only she’d stop spanking her.

By the time Eileen put the brush back down, Rachel’s bottom was bright red and beginning to blister. She cried as Eileen held her close, rubbing her back and telling her that the punishment was over.

She soon carried Rachel back to the house, where the accomplished scientist would be having a nap on her stomach while her assistant headed to town.