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Taking a small portion of mashed potatoes and a couple of sausages, she found a solitary table in the corner where she picked at her food, trying not to make eye contact with any of the other guests, who were eating around her. One or two she recognised, household names she was astonished to see here. Everyone seemed to know her, and there were plenty of winks and nudges. For the first time ever Sara was not happy about her celebrity status.

The one thing she did have in common with her fellow guests is that they were all young women, mostly in their twenties, a couple in their early thirties. The clientele of the Abbey was exclusively female, and this was one of the reasons for its selection, according to the TV executive who told Sara she was going. She had been distracted by men often enough, he had said. She needed to be in a place where her libido could take a break, as well as her nose and liver.

She had only half-finished her food by the time Katherine appeared. She clapped loudly and the quiet murmur disappeared completely. ‘I hope you enjoyed your tea ladies. Now, as you all know, a spot check of some of the rooms last night had a disappointing result. Some whisky miniatures were found hidden underneath Natasha’s mattress.’ Nervous laughter ran around the room. ‘She’s confessed, and is waiting in the lounge for her punishment, which is, for this serious offence, public. If you would all like to go through and take your seats. Attendance is mandatory, not just for Natasha’s benefit, but also for yours, in case any of you had ideas about trying the same thing. Come on now.’

The group of about n dozen young women trooped out of the dining room, all taking their plates and crockery back to the main service table before they went. Too used to restaurants, Sara left hers where they were. A sharp rebuke from Katherine had her scuttling back to correct her mistake, blushing with shame and grateful no one was left to witness it.

This made her the last to reach the lounge, and she was astonished at what she found there. The name Natasha had meant nothing to her, but now she saw to whom it belonged. Standing alone before the audience was one of the most famous young female singers in the world. Sara gasped. This girl was so well known even she would not have needed a researcher to explain who she was.

Now she looked very unhappy. A sex symbol lusted after by millions, she wore her trademark baggy T-shirt, combats and expensive trainers. Her hair, boyishly short and jet black, framed her beautiful elfin face perfectly. On her right wrist there hung a big bunch of silver bangles, while on her left she wore a large, trendy black sports watch. She wore no other jewellery, and her face, much paler than normal, was cast to the floor with a very apprehensive look.

Her hands were clasped before her, even though there was a straight-backed chair beside her. The other girls had all sat down in the various armchairs and sofas around the common room. Sara found another wooden chair in the corner and slipped her still-sensitive bottom onto it.

Katherine arrived and there was an audible drawing of breath in the room. Natasha looked up at her, and was visibly trembling. Katherine was carrying something, something long and thin. Sara peered at it from her seat in the back row, and could not believe her eyes when they fixed on the curved handle in Katherine’s fist. She was clutching an old-fashioned school cane.

Katherine addressed the shaking girl. ‘They all know why you’re here’ she told her, indicating the rest of the guests with the tip of the cane, and you’ve been told what to do, so let’s not waste time. Get on with it.’

Natasha’s shaking fingers went to the large buckle of her belt, and she fumbled it undone, before unbuttoning and unzipping her combat pants. Letting them go, they dropped to her ankles, exposing a pair of very shapely tanned legs. Reaching underneath the hem of her black T-shirt, there was a snap of elastic and sound of fabric sliding over her smooth skin until Natasha’s skimpy maroon knickers appeared, on their way to join her trousers. She kept her eyes on the carpet all the time, and her T-shirt was al least long enough to cover her pubes, sparing her the humiliation of total exposure to the audience.

‘Turn around and show everyone your bottom’ Katherine barked. Somewhat hampered by her crumpled combats, the unfortunate girl shuttled around and bent forward over the chair, its purpose now clear to Sara. With a gulp that was audible to everyone, Natasha reached back and flicked the tail of her T-shirt up to reveal one of the most desired bottoms in the celebrity world. And everyone gasped when they saw it.

It was red, with vivid handprints all over. ‘That’s right’ said Katherine, ‘she’s had a good hand spanking in her room, while you were all having dinner. You all got one from me sooner or later, although it didn’t take one or two of you very long to get the wrong side of me.’ Sara blushed furiously, as Katherine shot her a pointed glance. ‘But the full penalty for alcoholic or narcotic contraband is, and always has been, this – a public caning on the bare bottom. Brace yourself Natasha.’

The brunette’s hands were placed on the chair seat, and her fingers tightened around the edges. Katherine lined the cane up along the centre of both cheeks, held it still for a second, drew it back, then swished it across Natasha’s bottom with a mighty whistle and crack. ‘Aaagh!’ the poor girl screamed.

‘Keep still! Count it!’

‘Oh! One… thank you, Katherine!’ Natasha’s beautiful voice, normally used to pump out rock numbers or power ballads, was thick with real pain and emotion. Katherine gave her a few seconds before delivering the second stroke. ‘Aaah! Two, thank you Katherine!’ Another moment of brief respite, then the cane cracked across the slim but curved cheeks once again. ‘Oooh! Three, thank you Katherine!’

‘Good girl. Halfway there’ said Katherine, as she paused to stroke the abused and striped bottom, making its owner shiver in fear. ‘I hope you’re all paying very close attention’ she added, addressing her ashen-faced and silent audience. ‘This is what would happen to each and every one of you if you’re caught with booze or drugs.’

She took her left hand away from Natasha’s skin before the cane swiped down for a fourth time. ‘Eeeeah! Four, thank you Katherine.’ Natasha’s feet drummed on the floor. She was in real pain.

‘I don’t care if you are a multi-million selling pop star, or a top soap actress, or a posh bitch with a trust fund, you’re all here to be taught that there are limits…’ The cane punctuated Katherine’s sentence. ‘…And you must all learn not to cross them.’

‘Five, thank you Katherine’ Natasha sobbed, clearly in tears. She was allowed a little longer before the cane crashed down for the last time. ‘Aaah! Six… six, thank you, Katherine.’ Her voice tailed off into a pathetic snivel.

But Katherine was unmoved. ‘Stand up’ she snapped. Natasha did so, stiffly. ‘Pull your knickers up. And your trousers.’ Moving awkwardly, the girl obeyed. ‘Turn around.’ She shuffled round to face the audience, her make-up ruined by her tears. Katherine put her fingers under Natasha’s chin and lifted it to look straight into her beautiful green eyes. ‘God, look at the state of you! Well, let it be a lesson to you – all of you – don’t drink the wine if you can’t pay the fine. Now get off to bed, and don’t show your face till breakfast.’

As Natasha slunk out the room, one hand rubbing her bottom and the other rubbing her eyes, Sara checked her Cartier watch. It was barely seven! She was not sure which would be worse, the pain of the caning or the humiliation of being publicly sent to bed like a naughty child. Then she remembered how much a simple spanking had hurt, and guessed she would take the early-to-bed-with-no-supper option any day. So much so that, even as the other girls switched on the TV in the corner, or reached onto a shelf for a collection of board games, she too decided on a very early night.

The turbulent emotions caused by the events of the last few hours had exhausted Sara and she dozed off almost immediately, then slept like a log till she was woken by the early sunlight filtering through the thin curtains. She was used to waking up in strange bedrooms, either alone or with a new male companion, and for a moment she wondered where she was. Then the remains of a dull ache in her bottom reminded her.

She stumbled out of bed and wrapped herself in a silk robe, then picked up her towel and sponge bag and headed for the bathroom. She was relieved to find no one else using it yet, and even more pleased to discover there was plenty of hot water. She spent longer luxuriating under the hot jets than she really needed to, and only got out when a knock on her cubicle door told her others wanted to use the it. She quickly wrapped herself in her towel to shield her modesty, before grabbing her robe and scampering back to her room past three surly looking girls, who shot her annoyed glances as she went.

She planned to have breakfast alone again, and had almost finished her cereal when a voice interrupted her thoughts. ‘Mind if I sit here?’ Sara looked up to see Natasha standing beside her with a tray of food.

‘Of course.’ Sara was taken by surprise, but indicated the spare chair opposite her. She noticed Natasha wince as she parked her bottom on the hard seat. This morning she was really dressed down, wearing baggy jogging bottoms and a hooded lop, as if she were about to go running. She wore no make-up at all.

‘Thanks’ the beautiful singer whispered. ‘After last night I think everyone’s avoiding me. They probably don’t know what to say.’

‘Does it still hurt?’ This was all Sara could think of herself.

‘I’ll say! I slept on my tummy all night! And the humiliation – honestly, I cried myself to sleep.’ Sara could see by the redness of her eyes that Natasha was not kidding.

They chatted happily for ten minutes, until they realised they were the last in the dining room. As they got up to leave Katherine appeared and walked straight to them. ‘Sara, you’ll come with me right now.’ Her tone was curt and clipped, brooking no dispute.

‘Is there something wrong?’ Natasha asked, apparently anxious to defend her new friend, who had been frightened into silence.

‘This doesn’t concern you. You’ve got a class in reinforcing a positive self-image to get to, and you’ve been in enough trouble with me already. I suggest you get to it.’ Suitable chastened, Natasha hurried away, casting a nervous glance at Sara as she went. ‘Now follow me’ Katherine ordered the frightened It Girl.

The older woman led the way to the bathroom, where she flung open the door. ‘I believe you are responsible for this’ she said. The floor was soaked, with a trail leading to the cubicle Sara had used half-an-hour ago. The basin she had used when she cleaned her teeth and prepared her face before breakfast was in a similar slate, with smear marks around it and some discarded make-up packets on the shelf in front of the mirror.

‘I – I think I did use that shower and basin’ Sara stammered, ‘but haven’t the cleaners…’