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‘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…’

‘Haven’t the cleaners picked up your mess for you?’ Katherine finished the sentence for her. ‘At the Abbey we don’t have cleaners. The emphasis is on taking responsibility for your own actions, whether that means cleaning up after yourself in the bathroom or acknowledging you’re to blame for your addictions. This is as good a place to start. You’ll find the cleaning gear in that cupboard.’

‘You mean you want me to…’

‘Mop, bucket, cloths and cleaning fluid. And I suggest you put on an older pair of jeans than those. Even I know that designer label retails at a hundred and fifty pounds a pair, and those are almost new. Same goes for that smart sweater.’

‘But… but these are the oldest clothes I have! I give all my old stuff to charity shops once the right people have moved to new designs.’

‘You have no idea how pretentious you sound, my sweet. Okay, if you have no suitable working clothes, you’ll have to do it school PE style.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘In your bra and pants.’ Sara stared at her in horror, but Katherine cut off any further protest. ‘You’re going to do it, so if I were you I would do it now, because you’re getting very close to doing it after you’ve had my hand on your bottom again. And this time I won’t be so gentle.’

Sara was not sure what she should do, but she knew she did not want another spanking, so miserably pulled her jumper over her head. Katherine held out her hand and look the garment from her, so she could slip off her sandals and unbutton and unzip her expensive jeans. They dropped to the bathroom floor and she stepped out of them. Katherine took them and threw them over her left arm, before stooping to pick up the sandals. ‘I’ll take these to your room’ she said. ‘I see your liking for labels extends to your intimates.’ With her right hand Katherine grabbed the elastic in the small of Sara’s back, pulled her black knickers open and peered inside, right at her bottom. ‘Hmmm, DKNY. Top of the range, bra and panty set’ she said. ‘I can only afford M and S or BHS, the pittance I get for babysitting stuck-up brats like you. Would you like me to take these back to your room too? At least they won’t get messed up if you work in the buff, and it’s possible no one will come in while you’re doing it.’

‘N-no, really, I’ll keep them on!’ sobbed Sara.

‘As you wish’ said Katherine, releasing the waistband so it snapped back into place, drawing a howl of shock and pain from Sara. ‘Now get on with it!’ Sara squeaked again as Katherine slapped her bottom, then was gone.

Deeply ashamed and humiliated, Sara knelt and opened the cupboard. One by one, she removed each cleaning article and examined it. It took some time, but she worked out what each one was for and set about using them. It had never occurred her that she had enjoyed such a sheltered childhood until now, when she realised her only experience of cleaning a bathroom had come from watching others, domestics at home, school or in the best hotels. She never imagined she would be doing the work herself, much less after being forcibly stripped to her bra and knickers.

Nevertheless she worked away, and finally stood back, pleased that she had actually done a passable job. Stowing the cleaning things carefully back in the cupboard (she had learned her lesson), she decided to dash back to her room and hope she made it before being spotted, where she could change her crumpled and grubby underwear and retrieve her clothes. She opened the door and peeked around it. There was no one there. She scampered along the corridor and grabbed the handle to her room, dived inside and slammed the door behind her. She closed her eyes, then opened them again and nearly leaped out of her skin.

Katherine was still there, sitting quietly on the bed. Had she been there all this time? And what was she waiting for? Sara did not like the expression on her face. ‘You’re still here?’ Sara mumbled.

‘I certainly am’ Katherine replied, ‘and I have some bad news for you.’

‘B…bad news?’ Sara was mystified.

‘Very bad. I decided to put your clothes back in your case for you. And do you know what fell out of one of the inside pockets when I opened it?’

‘Er… no?’ But Sara was beginning to have a vague and horrible idea what it might be.

‘This’ said Katherine, pulling a small plastic packet of white powder from the top pocket of her nurse’s tunic. ‘Any explanations?’

Sara’s mind flew back into the haze that was the last few weeks. She could just about remember a nice young man at a party in New York giving her the packet, and how she stowed it carefully in the lining of her case. Evidently not careful enough to fool this nosy cow. She did not believe for a moment it fell out of any inside pockets. But she was caught bang to rights. ‘I… I got it ages ago. I forgot it was there. I wasn’t going to use it, I promise.’

But her entreaties fell on deaf ears. ‘Save your breath sweetheart. You’ll need it for crying when I’ve done with you.’ Sara blanched when she realised what Katherine meant. ‘You saw what happened to Natasha when I found drink in her room. You needn’t think the penalty for drugs is any different. Downstairs, now.’

‘But can’t I get some clothes…’

‘No point. Your pretty arse is going to be bared for your punishment, so why do you need to cover it up now? Come on.’

Katherine rose and took hold of Sara’s ear. Half-dragging and half-guiding her, she escorted the unhappy girl to the sitting room, where she was placed on a wooden chair in front of all the other empty seats. ‘Now wait here while I round up everyone else’ Katherine told her, before disappearing.

Sara remained frozen in the chair, too frightened to move, as one by one the other girls drifted in. She kept her head bowed to avoid eye contact with them, although she did look up once when she heard Natasha whisper her name. ‘Don’t worry, it’ll soon be over’ the dark-eyed beauty breathed, before taking her seat at the back of the room, just before Katherine arrived. Sara looked up again and gulped when she saw she carried the long thin cane. The muscles of her bottom twitched involuntarily. ‘I’m sorry to have to gather you here at such short notice’ Katherine announced to the expectant audience of young women, but, less than twenty-four hours after dispensing discipline for one breach of the rules, I find there has been a second, much more serious misdemeanour. This young lady feels a rehabilitation clinic is the ideal place into which to bring cocaine.’ There was a murmur of shock and apprehension throughout the room, before Katherine went on. ‘Of course there can only be one punishment, we all know what it is, and so I suggest we get on with it. Sara, stand up, turn the chair around and bend over the backrest.’