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