CONVINCING ENOUGH
by
Joe Whatever
"All I'm saying is that this costume isn't very realistic,"
Stephanie said. "The skirt is way too short to be part of
a school uniform. It barely covers my panties."
"I rather like it," her husband replied, as he ogled her legs.
"Keep your eyes on the road, or we won't get wherever it is
you're taking me," she said.
"You'd better get used to the short skirt, dear," he teased.
"You'll be wearing it for the rest of week. You'll have to
be careful walking and sitting or your underpants will be on
display for everyone to see."
"Dream on," she shot back. "I have to stay in uniform only if
you can convince people that I'm a student. My work clothes
are in the trunk and...."
"And there they'll stay," he replied smugly. "Those things are
fine for a corporate lawyer, but I don't want you to get your
big girl clothes dirty, honey."
Stephanie frowned and pulled down the car's vanity mirror. The
pigtailed student with the school cap and geeky plastic glasses
was a far cry from the stylish corporate attorney who had been
sitting in the car just a few minutes before.
At 29, she was short, and thin, and rather flat chested. But
she was also a graduate of Harvard Law School and a fierce
corporate attorney.
She was confident that her intellect, poise, and maturity would
shine through. It didn't matter where she was going or what she
was wearing. After all, she was an attorney. No one would
believe this silly ruse. Soon she would be back in her designer
business suit, and her silly husband would forget about his
ridiculous "schoolgirl spanking" fantasies once and for all.
She caught herself biting her nails as she recalled the way the
man at the gas station had looked at her when she had come out of
the restroom in her school uniform.
Why was she biting her nails? She hadn't done that in years.
"How much longer?" she whined. "I need to use the restroom."
"No time for potty breaks, sweetie," her husband said in his most
patronizing voice. "Maybe next time you'll use the potty when
Daddy tells you."
She clenched her teeth and squeezed her thighs together. She
hated being treated this way, but a deal was a deal.
At last they approached a huge complex of Gothic stone buildings
surrounded by razor wire. Stephanie bit her lip nervously and
tugged down on her skirt as they pulled up to the guardhouse.
The guard looked into the car and nodded. "Nice to see you again,
sir," he said. "And I see you brought your daughter this time."
The man looked at Stephanie and smiled. "In uniform already?
"That's a good girl. The headmaster's waiting."
As they drove past the guardhouse Stephanie saw the sign on the
gate:
BRECKWOOD REFORMATORY FOR GIRLS
She shivered as she realized her business clothes were indeed going
to stay in the trunk.
Edited by C. Lakewood