QH Archive: A Princess Takes Her Throne (Patreon)

"Please...” Haley pleaded.  “Please don’t do this.”

“I wish we didn’t have to, dear sister, but everyone’s very excited to see you.”

It had been a seemingly nonstop string of disasters.  Haley took advantage of her parent’s vacation to throw a house party, not knowing that her older sister would show up as well.  Later, incredibly high and intoxicated, Haley made a rather lewd spectacle of herself in the kitchen, showing off her oral skills to anyone who entered the kitchen with their pants down.  Of course it would’ve ended up on video, and of course that video would’ve been taken by her sister Lucy.

Now, standing in the hall outside of the living room, she faced her punishment.  Her blackmail, more like it.  She knew her parents would see the video if she didn’t go along with Lucy’s demands.

“Now, girls,” Lucy said to her four friends who sat in the living room with her, “my sister has always been the favorite.  My father’s little princess; he’s always said so.  So it seemed fitting to me that we’d give her the royal treatment today in celebration of her recent decisions.”

“I can’t wait to see this,” one of her friends said.

“And now you shall.  Come forth, Princess Haley!”

Slowly and awkwardly, Haley entered the living room from the hallway.  She could barely make eye contact with any of the girls, as she could immediately hear them giggling.  

She wore a cheap plastic tiara, the kind you might give to a small child, and she wore a silly little pink dress that barely fit her.  It left little to the imagination, and Haley was pretty sure that every step she took was flashing her bare ass to anyone looking.

“Doesn’t she look adorable?” Everyone clapped, which only further reddened Haley’s face.  “Princess, I think you should take your throne now.”

There, in the center of the room, was the true humiliation.  It was a toddler’s potty chair, pink and covered in the faces of the Disney princesses.  Haley couldn’t believe that this was really happening.

“I...I don’t think that...”

“There’s no getting out of this, Haley.  Not if you don’t want our parents finding out about how you spent your free time here, that is.”

She rushed to the chair and quickly sat down on it.  Her knees were just about at level with her chest as she sat in the tiny chair.  

“How long do I need to stay here?”

“You’re going to stay here all afternoon, Little Princess.  Or, at least, until you’ve been a good girl and made potty in your throne in front of all of us.”

“I...what...are you kidding me?”

“This is amazing,” said one of the friends.

“Lucy, you are devious!”

“I know, I know, thank you girls.”

“You know,” said one of the girls, “my little sister wears those training diapers?  The ones with princesses on them?  You should really consider those.”

“That’s a fantastic idea, Amanda,” laughed Lucy, and the rest of her friends laughed too.  “Something to consider once Haley here has finished using her throne like a good little princess.”

They laughed and giggled.  Pointed and stared.  Haley could do little but try to hold it together.  She didn’t want to see them cry.  Though, all things considered, eventually they’d see her do much worse.