CONVINCING ENOUGH (SCHOOL) (M/F)

"All I'm saying is that this costume isn't very realistic", Stephanie
said.  "This skirt is way to 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 replied.

"You'd better get used to the short skirt, dear" her husband teased. 
"You'll be wearing it for the rest of week".  "You'll have to be
careful walking or 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 clothes
are great for a corporate lawyer, but I don't want you to get those 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 Stephanie was short, and thin, and rather flat chested.  But she
was also a graduate of Harvard Law and a fierce corporate attorney.

Stephanie 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 Stephanie would be back into her designer business suit and her
silly husband would forget about his ridiculous "schoolgirl spanking"
fantasies once and for all.

Stephanie 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?" Stephanie 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".

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 building
surrounded by 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 smiled.  "Nice to see you again, Sir"
he said.  "And I see 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

Stephanie's blood turned to ice as she realized her business clothes
were indeed staying in the trunk.