No Big Deal

Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.

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Marshall blinked in the bright light, shut his eyes, then opened them and slowly lifted his head. All he saw was blue and white. He was in a room with white walls and a blue floor, and he was lying on the floor.

It didn't feel like a floor because it was soft and springy. He pushed his fingers into it and saw it was a thick rubber mat. Then he saw the girl sitting on the floor with her back to a white wall. She was looking at him. When he sat up, she stood and walked over to him. She was dressed in adult style running shorts, a T-shirt and cross-training shoes. That looked strange, but even stranger, it looked like she wore a stuffed bra beneath the T-shirt.

The girl stood next to him as he sat and rubbed his eyes. Her face and his face were almost level because she was less than four feet tall, and he was six foot four.

"Mr. Marshall Jones?" she asked. The voice was high, but she had an adult pronunciation.

"What?" he asked. He was a little disoriented. He felt slightly dizzy, but most of all, he was confused by the room and the girl, and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. Then he realized what it was. He was naked.

He scooted back from the girl and put his hands and legs together to cover his genitals. How did he get here? What was happening?

She watched him slide away from her and asked him again, "Are you Mr. Marshall Jones?"

"Yes I am," he said, and he turned his body and head in every direction, but all he could see were bright lights shining at him from above, white walls, the blue floor and her.

"Thank you for confirming, Mr. Jones," she said. Her vocabulary and way of speaking didn't sound like any girl he had ever heard. "We are always careful, so we don't make mistakes. You can call me Valke."

"Where are my clothes, Valke?" he asked.

"Your clothes are safe until we're done, Mr. Jones," she said. "They're in a padlocked locker, along with your watch, ring and wallet."

"What are you talking about, uh Valke?" he said. "I want my clothes now. Wait a second! What are you doing? Don't do that! I'm not a pervert. Get me out of here now." He was yelling and frantically looking around, but trying not to look at Valke.

Out of the corner of an eye, he saw her remove the last of her clothes, pick them up from the floor and walk to one of the walls. The wall opened -- it was a door -- and she handed her clothes to someone. Then the door closed.

He ran over to the door. There was no handle, but he could see the outline in the wall. He began pounding on it with his fist. "Let me out of here, you sickos," he said. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but it won't work. Let me out right now or I'll report you to the cops."

He kept pounding and yelling, but he didn't hear anything except his voice and his fists hitting the wall. After a few minutes, he stopped and sat down in front of the door, being careful not to turn around and look at the naked girl.

"Please calm down, Mr. Jones," he heard her say from behind him. It was positively freakish how she spoke like someone much older. "I understand why you're acting scared, but we haven't started yet. Before we begin, we have to take care of some legal matters."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"I'm happy to explain, Mr. Jones," she said, sounding exasperated. "I can see you are anxious to begin and are already playing your role, but we really need to take care of the legal things. As soon as you turn around, we can begin. You wanted to be surprised, so you are, and the cameras captured your response. The first surprise is my size, but it's not what you think. We don't do anything illegal. I'm a little person, not a girl.

"When you turn around, you'll see I have fully developed breasts that are big for my size, and I have a lot of pubic hair. And if I were a girl, I wouldn't talk like this."

He listened to her and then slowly turned around, put his hands over his eyes and looked between his fingers. She was right about the breasts and pubic hair. Finally, he put his hands down. She got up and slowly walked to him and then sat down facing him.

He inspected her. She was a miniature hot woman. She had nice breasts and a nice round butt, but because everything was so small, he was spooked more than turned on.

"Mr. Jones," she said, "as you know, we are in a video studio, and filming has already begun. But for legal reasons I need to repeat all the following to you. Squint your eyes and you'll see the walls of the studio, seven feet high, and the racks of lights above them. The floor is two thick layers of spongy mats to prevent injury. Everything is according to the contract you signed.

"When we are done, my associates will open the door, and we will take you to the locker room where you took off your clothes. Your friends who are watching us on the monitor in the waiting room will take you home. By coming here, stripping and showing up naked in the studio at the appointed time, you have fulfilled your part of the agreement. We will now fulfill our part."

"Wait a minute," Marshall said. "I didn't agree to anything. I don't know where I am and how I got here. I didn't take off my clothes. You better let me out of here right now, or you're going to be in a lot of trouble with the law. You're making a big mistake."

"I don't think so," said Valke. "We have all the papers you signed. We are used to special requests, so we honored yours. As agreed, you may act as if you don't know what is happening and to be as uncooperative and resistant as you want.

"I don't think you understand that we edit your finished video to remove the preliminary legal requirements. We could have started sooner if you had stayed yourself until I got through the requirements. I guess you were eager to get into character. Now that I'm done, it doesn't matter and we can start the show."

"I'm telling you, I never signed anything," he said. "You're saying stuff that makes no sense. Who put you up to this?"

"I think this is your signal that we're at the part where I read you the note that you -- sorry -- that your friends wrote," she said. "Is that what you want me to do now?"

"What?" he said. "What friends? Yes, go ahead and read it."

She walked to the door, and it opened as she approached. A hand held out a piece of paper, and she took it. The hand withdrew, and the door closed. She walked back to where he was sitting, sat down again and began reading.

"Hi Marshall. We don't know how much Zina told you, so we're giving you a little background. We are some of the women you supervise at work or have supervised in the past. For years, we've been treated to your condescension, humiliation, meanness, moodiness, bad temper, unreasonableness and verbal abuse.

"You seem to take sadistic pleasure in what you do, and we've often talked about how great it would be to give you some of your own medicine, but we were frustrated until the company picnic a few months ago.

"One of us met your wife and began talking to her. After a while, the woman who was talking to Zina got so excited that she waved at the rest of us to come and join the conversation. We found out that you do the same things to Zina at home that you do to us, and since she's with you more than we are, she gets much more of it.

"We were amazed at what she's endured. We asked her if she was a masochist, but she said, no, and that you were a good father and took care to never abuse her verbally when the children were present. But the way you speak to her when you are alone or with others was making her so desperate that she was starting to think about divorce.

"She said she wished there was a way she could make you understand how it felt to be on the receiving end when you humiliated and debased her in public. We immediately felt like she was one of us, and she began joining us occasionally when we'd get together to vent. Then one of us found the ad in Craig's List under 'Humiliation.'

"The representative of No Big Deal offered us exactly what we were looking for. And it was so appropriate, because all of us agreed that one of the worst things you do is belittle us in front of others and treat us like we are insignificant.

"At first, we were frustrated, because there were some legal requirements that looked impossible. But a couple of meetings later, Zina came in with fire in her eyes. I don't know what you did to her that day, but she said that she'd get you to sign the releases and be ready when we came to get you for the shooting.

"She said she decided this was the only way to save your marriage, and once she explained that, you would decide it was worth your being degraded and mortified. We were skeptical, but she said not to ask her any more questions.

"Right up until we arrived to pick you up and take you to the studio, we didn't think you'd agree, but she showed us the papers you signed. She said you had told her you wanted to pretend that you were being forced to do this against your will because the video would be more dramatic that way, and she had cleared it with No Big Deal.

"When we picked you up tonight, we had to carry you to the car because you couldn't walk or talk. Zina told us you were a bit nervous and drank too much, but she was sure you would sleep it off by the time the shooting began.

"It took four of us to get you into the car. We're writing this as we are giving you a couple of enemas, but we don't mind the smell because we are so excited that we're almost jumping out of our skins. We can't wait to watch you on the monitor.

"If you're hearing this, you must be ready to begin. I can't tell you more about what's going to happen now, because Zina said you wanted everything to be a surprise so you could react more naturally.

"No Big Deal showed us the studio setup with the three cameras shooting down from above, along with the close-up camera. We're all getting the video from every camera, as well as the edited version. They told us everything would be shot in slow motion, too. Zina and we are planning a party at your house for the premiere, and we hope you'll join us, although Zina said you might prefer not to be there.

"We want to thank you again for agreeing to be in the video and paying for it. When Zina told us, we were shocked. We all agree it's the first nice thing that you've ever done for any of us."

Valke stopped reading. "Let me see that," Marshall said as he ripped the paper out of her hands. He scanned it and then threw it aside. "This is some kind of joke," he said. "I never signed anything, and Zina would never go along with something like this. What does all this have to do with me sitting naked on a rubber mat with a naked midget next to me?"

"We prefer to be called little people," said Valke, "but suit yourself. I assure you that when we met with your wife to go over every line of the contract, the meeting was videotaped. She submitted the forms to us last week. And each one had your signature on them."

"Then she must have forged my name," he said. "I can't believe she would do that. This is the first I've heard of any of this."

"Why would your wife forge your name, Mr. Jones?" said Valke. "We're not handwriting experts, but forgery is illegal, and she could be prosecuted."

"I don't know why she would do that," he said. "I still can't believe it."

"Mr. Jones, because of the nature of our business, we do a lot of checking to make sure our contracts are legitimate. I've personally talked to many of your female employees, in addition to the ones who signed the contract, to verify everything your wife and friends told us about you. I know that message I just read you is the truth, with a little drama added for effect. If they told the truth about everything else, why would they lie about your signature?

"I don't think your wife or friends would risk going to jail. But even if they were that foolish, we at No Big Deal are legally covered because we did our due diligence and have no suspicion that anything is wrong. If you go to the police, we would cooperate in every way because we don't want to risk losing our business license. That's why I made sure that this video begins with you identifying yourself."

"I still don't understand what's this is all about, Valke," he said. "What the hell is going on?"

"It's simple, Mr. Jones," she said. "My company, No Big Deal, has contracted to humiliate you."

"Yes, I heard that, but what exactly are you talking about?" he said, his voice rising.

"No Big Deal and your wife and friends put a video script together. While you will endure some discomfort, we are not in the torture business, and you will not be maimed or disfigured. The physical effects should not last longer than a couple of weeks, a month at the most. Our focus is more on mental anguish than pain.

"I repeat that No Big Deal has entered into this contract in good faith. We've done this many times, and we hope when it's over you'll be completely satisfied with our professionalism and attention to detail. And feel free to call me midget or dwarf or much worse. It makes for a much more dramatic video. Now let's get started?"

"No," he said. "Are you asking if I'm ready to be hurt and humiliated? What kind of question is that? Is that door going to open now for your goons to come in here and attack me?"

"You don't know what's happening here, do you, Mr. Jones?" she said. "Have you noticed that your stomach is sticking out a bit? Your friends filled you with a lot of slippery lube for your protection.

"It's just you and me for now. Later on, I will get some help from goons, if that's what you want to call them, but that won't be until I have totally subdued you."

"You're going to subdue me?" he said and laughed. "How are you going to do that? I could pick you up and toss you against the wall and break every bone in your body."

"Yes, you could, Mr. Jones, because I'm naked and small. That's what No Big Deal provides that none of the other humiliation companies can match. A little woman subduing a large man is our additional level of degradation, and that's why our clients pay a premium for our videos.

"To answer your question, our research told us that you work out with weights and also do regular aerobic exercise. You are strong and fit, in much better shape than many of the men I've subdued.

"On the other hand, I'm a little people champion in three martial arts categories, and I train hard to always be at the peak of my powers. I'm agile, quick and strong for my size. I'm going to demonstrate that to you by pushing my hands and both of my arms into your ass until they are buried up to my shoulder. When I finish that part, you will be subdued, and we can move on with further humiliations."

Marshall jumped up and ran away from Valke as far as he could until a wall stopped him. He looked around frantically. "Do you have some kind of Taser or stun gun?" he said. "What are you going to shoot me with?"

She got up slowly. "I don't have anything, Mr. Jones," she said. "Thank you for standing up and running away. Action looks much better on video that people just talking.

"No, I'm not going to shoot you. All I'm going to use is my training and skills. And you're welcome to resist any way you want. You can even try throwing me against the wall, like you said."

She began walking slowly toward him. He felt like laughing, because she was such a little thing and didn't look dangerous at all, but he was still thinking there was going to be some kind of trick. Someone would come and hold him, or she had a hidden weapon of some kind. So he moved away from her.

As he moved against the wall, she walked a little faster. She was bouncing on the springy padding, and her breasts bounced on her chest. He tried to move faster, too, but he found it hard because his feet sank into the padding. It was like walking in mud. She kept getting closer, and then she lunged at him.

He dodged her, but not before he felt her hands in his genital area. She stopped and smiled at him as he ran as fast as he could to the opposite end of the room.

She started walking briskly toward him and changed direction whenever he moved away from her along the wall. He saw her speeding up just as he hit a corner, and then she was on top of him, and he screamed and collapsed. She backed away from him. "Now you understand what my hands can do, Mr. Jones," she said. "You make it easy, because when we are standing, my arm is about where your testicles are. All I did was give them a little love slap. I think you're getting the idea.

"Do you want to get up now, Mr. Jones. I'll wait ten seconds, but if you stay huddled on the floor, I'll have to do this."

"Ow!" he screamed as she pulled his hair hard with her left hand. When his head came up, she began slapping his left cheek with her right hand. She was able to slap it hard a few times before he jumped up and escaped from her. She got up and began following him again.

"Thank you, Mr. Jones, for choosing to be surprised," she said. "It will make the video more exciting as your face shows how you gradually realize that someone the size of a small schoolgirl is going to dominate and humiliate you."

She got close to him again, and he made a quick move to the side, but she guessed right on which way he would move, and she was waiting for him. This time, she began spanking him hard on his right buttock, and she followed him as he tried to run away. She was moving faster on the mat than he could, and he couldn't shake her, or her punishment. He turned around and tried to push her away, but he had to bend over to do that, and when he did, she began smacking him hard on the face again.

He straightened up to get his head away from her, and then she took a mighty swing, and the palm of her right hand connected with his balls. He screamed and collapsed onto the mat again, doubled over and breathing hard. She stepped back and waited.

"Do want to get up again, Mr. Jones?" she said. "Or would you like me to spank your exposed buttocks again? Or are you ready now to open your anus to me. You decide."

He jumped up and glared at her.

"Be careful, Mr. Jones," she said. "I see that some lube was squeezed out just now, so the mat can get slippery." She began walking to him, and he turned and began moving as fast as he could away from her. Soon she was close enough to begin slapping his rear again. With each step, there was a thunderclap as one of her hands came down hard on one of his cheeks. They were both rosy red now, and each time her hand spanked him, the pain was so sharp that he couldn't help making a little grunting sound.

The thunderclaps and grunts went on for a minute, and then Marshall tried something. He bent down and swung his arms out and turned quickly, trying to grab her. She easily dodged his arms, but when he spun, he stepped into some of the lube that had leaked out and he fell down hard on the mat, landing on his back.

The fall didn't hurt him at all, but when she jumped on top of his stomach with both feet, he felt horrible. She jumped three more times, using his belly like a trampoline, before he could turn sideways and make her fall off. She had knocked the wind out of him, and when she moved to his face and started slapping the cheek that was exposed, he tried to put his hands in the way, but he was so dizzy and weak from being out of breath that she easily pushed them aside.

Now the slapping and grunting began again. When he broke down and began sobbing, she got up and walked back a few steps.

"I think we can bring the close-up camera in now," she said. "Start with his face. See how one side of it is almost like a raw piece of meat. Look at him blubbering like a child. He's starting to realize that I can do anything I want to him."