Chapter Six
Two days later, on a Saturday morning before breakfast, Felicity told her they would start that afternoon. She was to report to their room at 2pm on the dot. “Wear a skirt, not shorts,” Felicity said. “And whatever knickers you think are appropriate.” Hannah was tempted to wear a slutty pair. She didn’t have many, but there was one pair she treasured. She’d bought them online, so no one knew. They were black, with red stitching round the edges, and they were ouvert, slit in the middle of the crotch. But instead she opted for white cotton ones. Better not offer hostages to fortune.
She knocked on the door at 2pm exactly and was told to enter. Felicity and Judith were sitting side by side in easy chairs. In front of them was a high-back wooden chair.
“Stand in front of the ch
