PADME'S PERSPECTIVE by Joe Doe PADME, THE HUMBLE HANDMAIDEN, IS REALLY QUEEN AMIDALA IN DISGUISE. BUT, WHEN SHE IS CAUGHT WEARING A ROYAL BRACELET WHILE DRESSED AS PADME, SHE IS ACCUSED OF THEFT. THE QUEEN MAINTAINS HER DISGUISE...BUT IS SOON STRIPPED OF EVERYTHING ELSE! The town square was crowded. Every adult in the city had gathered in the town square for the Queen's 21st birthday celebration. Free libations from around the planet only added to the festive atmosphere. When Padme, one of the Queen's handmaidens, was caught wearing a royal bracelet that had been given to Her Majesty as a birthday present only a few hours before, there was no break in the festivities. Indeed, the handmaidens and the Queen quickly decided that a royal trial in the town square would be even more entertaining than jugglers. "Bring the prisoner forward," the prosecutor ordered. The two guards roughly grabbed Padme and dragged her before the throne in the town square. She was pushed to her knees, and the monarch smiled. Several of the other handmaidens smiled as well. They knew that Padme was really the Queen, disguised as a humble servant. It was amusing to see the haughty Queen dragged out into the palace courtyard before the entire kingdom and forced to her knees. They wondered how far the game would go this time.... A few hours before, Padme was Queen Amidala, and she had enjoyed a sumptuous feast in the palace. But it was agreed that, when they went out in public square, she would change places with one of her handmaidens, for security reasons. Only the other handmaidens and her security detail knew that Padme was really the Queen. Of course there was really more to it than that. Secretly Queen Amidala delighted in "playing a commoner." It gave her a secret hidden thrill to be ordered about under the direction of the phony Queen. And the handmaidens were no less thrilled to see the haughty Queen subjected to all manner of embarrassments and indignities. After all, Queen Amidala certainly didn't mind dishing it out. But, when she forgot to remove a bracelet given to her as a birthday present, Padme, her alter ego, found herself in a royal mess. Revealing her true identify would free her, of course, but it would also destroy her secret identity forever. Besides she thought it might be fun to see how far the phony Queen and the other handmaidens were willing to push the game.... The prosecutor read the charges. "Padme, handmaiden to Her Majesty Queen Amidala, has been caught wearing a bracelet belonging to Her Majesty. The charge is theft." The phony Queen pretended to weigh the charges carefully. Of course, there was no crime at all. Queen Amidala had merely forgotten to take off her bracelet when she changed into her disguise. It was a trivial mistake. But, if Her Majesty wanted to play at being a handmaiden, then she would have to suffer the pain and shame that a lowly servant would suffer for making even a trivial mistake. Sala, another handmaiden who had suffered greatly under Queen Amidala's rule, decided to interject herself into the proceedings. "Has Padme stolen anything else?" Sala asked the prosecutor. "No," he answered. "She was searched when she was arrested, and the only jewelry she had was the bracelet." "Please.... I'm not hiding anything, Your Majesty," Padme said, plaintively. "You have to believe me!" The kneeling Padme looked up at the phony Queen and the grinning handmaidens with teary eyes. Since the masquerade was in public, she was determined not to blow her cover and reveal her true identity. On the other hand, this did leave her powerless and utterly at her subjects' mercy. The faux Queen smiled down at Padme. "The prisoner is to be searched immediately...." She paused for effect. "AND THOROUGHLY!" The two grinning guards on either side of Padme each grabbed an arm and began to half-carry, half-drag her back to her cell. "Please! Please don't search me!" she begged. "I don't have anything!" "Wait!" the Queen commanded. The two men halted and looked up at the Queen's throne. "I didn't give you permission to leave, or to take the prisoner anywhere!" the Queen said, curtly. The prosecutor interrupted. "But I don't understand, Majesty," he said, confused. "You ordered the prisoner to be searched!" "Indeed I did," the Queen replied. "But I don't intend to wait around all day while the little trollop strolls to her cell and back again." The queen paused and then gave her most fateful order of the day. "The search is to be conducted HERE...and NOW!" There were gasps of disbelief among the crowd at the Queen's pronouncement. It was not unusual to see prisoners stripped for punishment, but this prisoner was a royal handmaiden and a member of the court, not some two-bit prostitute in the stocks. Certainly Her Majesty wouldn't undress a dignified and refined lady in the public square. But the tight smiles from the Queen and her handmaidens made it clear to the guards that this was exactly what the Queen intended. They took hold of Padme's red cloak and pulled it roughly off over her head. Padme had found the red wool cloak uncomfortable compared to her silk robes, and she had never liked wearing it. But now, as it was taken away from her, the plain garment seemed like the most important piece of clothing in the world. "Please, Majesty!" Padme pleaded. "Don't strip me! Don't strip me IN PUBLIC!" The Queen and her handmaidens said nothing. They simply smiled back at Padme as her forced striptease continued. The guards pulled off Padme's long white linen shirt next. She was now standing in front of the crowd wearing nothing but sandals, a midriff-baring tight white t-shirt (with no bra), and high-cut white underpants. They removed her sandals and carelessly added them to the pile with the rest of her clothes. She tried to cover herself, but the two guards quickly grabbed her wrists and held her arms out at full stretch. Her face burned crimson with humiliation as she heard the appreciative remarks of her subjects: "Just look at the jugs on her!" "How would you like to get a piece of that juicy little ass?" "You can see her nipples right through her shirt! I think the little tramp is enjoying this!" "Well she should...every man in the kingdom is staring at her tits and ass!" "She doesn't look so stuck up now!" "It's hard to look snooty standing in the town square in your delicate white scanties!" The prosecutor spoke. "As you can see, she is not hiding anything, Majesty. The prosecution respectfully asks that sentence be passed." But the game was far from over. "How do you know she's not hiding anything?" Sala said. "A slut has many secret hiding places." "She is right!" another handmaiden said. "A woman who would dare to steal a royal bracelet might conceal other treasures in more...intimate places". "The only way to be sure is to probe every possible hiding place thoroughly!" a third handmaiden agreed. "Yes, now, before the little doxy destroys the evidence," Sala added. The crowd soon got into the spirit, and their comments burned in Padme's ears: "Perhaps she's hiding the treasure in that fine silk purse of hers!" "Yes, make the snooty little bitch show us her goodies!" "She won't act so uppity prancing around the town square naked as the day she was born!" "I'd say there's definitely a mound of treasure buried in those cute white underpants she has on!" The crowd was soon chanting rhythmically. "STRIP-HER-NAK-ED! STRIP-HER-NAK-ED! STRIP-HER-NAK-ED!" Padme stared at the phony Queen in horror and disbelief. She never believed that her people could be so cruel. She had presided over these royal tribunals in the town square for years, and she was used to seeing the crowd whip itself into a frenzy. But that had been different. In the past, she had sat comfortably on the throne, dressed in regal splendor. Her silk garments were warm, and she had been concealed almost from head to toe. But now an imposter had sat on the throne, and the real Queen stood trembling before the jeering crowd dressed in just a plain white t-shirt and flimsy underpants. It was definitely a new perspective. Padme knew that her revealing display was not revealing enough for the lusty crowd. That rabble wouldn't be happy until she was stripped absolutely naked. But surely the other handmaiden's were just teasing her. Would they really strip her NAKED? The phony Queen smiled down at the half-naked Padme. How many times had she seen the real Queen deny mercy and dispense cruelty in the name of justice? How many times had the handmaidens watched in dismay as the arrogant young Queen lorded it over her subjects? The Queen had refused efforts to cede her control to an independent judiciary. Her motto was, "Royal Justice is True Justice." Now Padme was pleading for mercy, silently mouthing the word "PLEASE" over and over again at the fake Queen as the amused court watched. Would there be mercy...or justice? Would the the lusts of the jeering crowd be satisfied, or would the blushing prisoner escape with a shred of dignity? The Queen smiled and nodded to Sala, who immediately sauntered over to Padme, grinning from ear to ear. She whispered in Padme's ear so that only she could hear, "It is Your Majesty's birthday. What better way to celebrate than in your birthday suit?" And with that, Sala skinned Padme's flimsy underpants down to her ankles. The crowd went wild with cheering. Queen Amidala always kept her pussy totally shaved, since she relished the feeling of her expensive silk underwear against her naked privates. It had been her secret thrill. It wasn't a secret any longer, however. Of course, Padme had never dreamed that she would be de-pantsed in the public square. Without her pubic hair, the lips of her cunt were visible to all. But it was still not enough for the crowd. "Show us her dairies!" one woman shouted out. "I never buy an animal for milking without feeling her titties!" another man cried. Sala smiled at Padme playfully. "Sorry, dear. It's the will of the people." The guards held Padme's arms over her head as Sala peeled off Padme's t-shirt, stripping her totally naked in front of the cheering throng. At Sala's order, the guards tied Padme's hands behind her back and then led the furiously blushing naked girl out for a forced march around the circumference of the town square, making sure that one and all got a full view of her charms. Every person in the crowd greeted her with a fresh taunt: "Bit under-dressed for a stroll, aren't you dearie?" one woman called out. "Look at her udders jiggle when she walks!" an older man said. "She sure has some meat on her bones!" "I know some slavers who would like to put her sweet little tail on the auction block," one merchant remarked to another. "Serves the thieving little whore right! They ought to keep her naked from now on, to make sure she never steals again!" It took Padme almost ten minutes to complete the agonizingly slow circuit around the square. Back at the starting point, she noticed two Gungans attaching ropes to the large gibbet that stood over the main block in front of the throne. She didn't understand what was happening, or why the Gungans were standing there with their tongues hanging out when she was led up the stairs to the block. The awful truth didn't dawn on her until the guards forced her down on her back and she felt the coarse rope being tied around her dainty ankles. She gasped as the rope went taut and she was jerked off the ground into the air. She was left hanging upside-down, with her hands tied behind her back and her legs spread obscenely wide. It was a position that left her split wide for the crowd, and exposed her most intimate area for the crowd's enjoyment. As she swung helplessly by her feet, strung up like a prize goose, Padme could still see the members of the court joking among themselves about her plight. The other handmaidens had often begged her to reconsider her policy of conducting court and administering punishments in the town square, and she had haughtily refused. Now their smug smiles were almost too much to bear. Her mind changed that to "too much to bare," and she was horrified to note the men in her security detail seemed to have trouble adjusting their trousers.... Swinging upside-down and naked in the town square was definitely a different perspective. The crowd loved it. "What a little slut!" "Think you could spread them any wider, whore?" "That snatch sure does look tight!" "Good grief! I can see her rear porthole!" The "Queen" let the Gungans perform the search, and Padme's humiliation was a task they relished. Most of the women, particularly the women in the court, treated the Gungans like dogs. But now they had a golden opportunity to show a hoity-toity human girl who was boss. The Gungans shamelessly manipulated Padme's helplessly exposed pussy until the juices started to flow. If there was anything more humiliating than making this woman strip in front of the crowd, it was making her orgasm. Padme swung helplessly while the Gungans masturbated her. Should she call out that she was the real queen? It was too late now. Even if anyone believed her, it would only seal her public shame. Besides, although she was humiliated, her pussy WAS dripping wet. The Gungans displayed her excitement to everyone by brazenly fingering her and then holding up their glistening fingers for the delight of the jeering crowd. As the laughter and cheers of the crowd burned in her ears, Padme's body was racked with her first orgasm of the day. ****************************** That night, a very humbled Padme, bare naked except for the shackles around her pretty feet, served at the Royal Birthday Party. She had to endure quite a few playful squeezes from the drunken guests, but that was to be expected. Padme's legs had been spread wide that afternoon, and even now she was walking around gingerly, slightly spraddled. Of course, when she bent over to serve the guests, she had to listen to some shameful appraisals of her rear anatomy. And, if a gentleman's finger happened to accidentally slip between her milky white thighs, then it was understood by everyone that there was no harm done. Was it the guest's fault that the little slut couldn't keep her legs closed? If the naked serving girl was slow to freshen the drink of one of her betters, wasn't it natural to speed her progress with sharp slap across her delightfully bare fanny? And, when the old crone at table three couldn't find her earring, what could be more logical than to make the thieving Padme touch her toes and spread her legs, so that a full search could be conducted? There were quite a few missing earrings, cufflinks, and buttons that night. Everyone in the court that knew her humiliating secret now had power over her. Padme's punishment was just the beginning. ****************************** The excitement over the Padme's punishment died down in a few weeks, although astute observers noticed some changes. Her Majesty walked rather delicately for a few days after the punishment. Had she had pulled a royal leg muscle while exercising? Her security detail also seemed to change. When not in pubic they would occasionally give the royal bottom a playful slap. But her guards seemed more devoted than ever, even to the point of removing the curtain in the royal bathroom and installing viewing benches, so that they could watch the blushing, stark naked, 21-year-old girl in the shower. What devotion to duty! The handmaidens also acted differently, although mostly it was just whispers, sly smiles, and knowing glances. It was strange when the giggling girls gave their ruler leg shackles as a present. They would jingle the chains in the air and make contorted faces of anguish, or wince in mock sympathy and rub their bottoms, and then burst out laughing. Her Majesty said nothing, although you could see, even through the white makeup, that her cheeks burned red with humiliation. A few weeks later, a royal decree abolished the public trials. In future, all trials were to be conducted in courtrooms by trained jurists, and "Royal Justice" was limited to the occasional pardon. It seemed strange, when Her Majesty had so obviously enjoyed the recent punishment of her handmaiden. To those who asked, the Queen said only that she had recently acquired "a new perspective." Edited By C. Lakewood