This is ridiculous! I'm a respectable bishop's wife, chair of the women's institute, and aspiring politician, but I'm being marched in front of the manageress of the department store where I was shopping, accused of shoplifting! Nonsense! Surely once she recognises me from our school days she'll let me go? You can see from my clothes (patent leather court shoes, classic tan nylons, tight tailored pencil skirt and crisp cotton blouse) that I'm no pauper - I don't need to steal lingerie! Miss Page and I face off across the desk - I absolutely deny any wrongdoing - she insists her staff are honest and competent. Eventually, she plays her trump card - this department store has CCTV! Finally defeated, I have no choice - submit to Miss Page's suggestion of punishment, or allow myself to be handed in to the police! Naturally, I choose the former. Which is how I find myself bent over Miss Page's desk, with my silk panties, garter belt and nylons on display, being spanked for shoplifting. I cannot bear the shame of it! (Please note, this film is based on a previous movie with a similar storyline and the same cast, so you probably don't want to buy both of them)
