




                     CONVINCING ENOUGH 

                            by

                       Joe Whatever


"All I'm saying is that this costume isn't very realistic," 
Stephanie said.  "This 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," her husband 
teased.  "You'll be wearing it for the rest of the 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 only have to stay in uniform if you 
can convince people that I'm a student.  My work clothes are in 
the trunk and...."

"And there they'll stay," her husband replied smugly.  "Those big 
girl clothes are great for a corporate lawyer, but I don't want 
you to get them dirty, honey."

Stephanie frowned and pulled down the car's vanity mirror.  The 
pigtailed student with the school cap and geeky plastic-rimmed 
glasses was a far cry from the stylish corporate attorney who 
had been sitting in the car just a few minutes before.

At 29, Stephanie was short, thin, and rather flat chested.  But 
she was also a graduate of Harvard Law 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 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 go potty when Daddy 
tells you."

Stephanie 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 a wall topped with razor wire.  Stephanie bit her 
lip nervously and tugged down on her skirt as her husband pulled 
up to the guardhouse.  The guard looked into the car and nodded.  
"Nice to see you again, sir," he said.  "And you brought your 
daughter this time."  The guard 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
