A PRINCESS'S PLEA

                              by

                          Imreadonly



Dear Timmy,

I suppose I should address you as "Sir," since you are the governor 
of the women's reformatory in which I am residing.  But in truth 
it's quite impossible to think of you as anything other than the 
gopher who ran my legal errands, or see you as being in charge of 
much of anything, let alone me.

I'm frightfully glad you quit your dreary private practice and took 
the governor's job, and I'm so grateful you sneaked me in here to 
go slumming as an inmate.  However, all good things must end, and 
I must insist you arrange my immediate release.

I know we had agreed that I'd stay the summer, but circumstances 
have changed.  I understand you will be inspecting the reformatory 
tomorrow, and I can't bear the thought of you seeing me in this 
shameful uniform.  I know if you saw me in my horribly short plaid 
skirt, sweater, and tie, our relationship would change forever.  
You would instantly become my Reformatory Governor, and I your 
naughty little delinquent, nervously awaiting her much-needed 
discipline. 

The thought of you slowly running your eyes up my long bare legs 
as I stand at attention before you, nervously biting my lip and 
staring at my freshly polished shoes, makes me blush to my toes.

If you order me to touch my toes for a proper "knickers check," 
you and your guests will quickly see from the enormous wet spot 
what a naughty little minx I really am.

Worse, Daddy's perfect princess has been stashing her cum-soaked 
knickers under her locker.  If you discover them tomorrow, I'll 
be thrashed for sure.

Can you imagine me, half naked, strapped down over the punishment 
horse, with my legs spread wide, wiggling and jerking while you 
and your grinning friends watched them polish my naughty fanny 
with the strap?

Worse, what if you decide to "man up" and strap me yourself, which 
you probably should, given the way I've mistreated you all these 
years? 

Mercy?  I think not.  As my solicitor, you "fixed" my countless 
petty crimes since my early days at university.  Now, as Governor, 
it would be your sworn duty to ignore my tears and strap me, long 
and hard, until justice was done.

I would be utterly helpless.  And it would be your job to make 
my bottom sizzle.

What could I do?  If I revealed my identity, probably no one 
would believe me.  And, if they did, it would probably lead 
to an investigation, and a longer official sentence.

No, I'd simply chew that nasty old gag (which supposedly tastes 
like the devil's foulness) and wiggle my most intimate areas at 
everyone, all the while contritely repenting the countless times 
I mistreated you.

If you don't take action instantly, this will happen...and more.  
I know you'll do what's right. 

Your darling Princess,

Peyton

PS: Did I mention that it was I who convinced father to block your 
promotion to partner?  I thought you should know.




Edited by C. Lakewood