With the bar full, Peggy went up on the makeshift stage to announce how the spanking lottery would work.

To cheers and cat-calls she told her guests that it was £10 for a ticket, and that they could vote for who they wished to spank. The votes would be counted via an iPad on each table. As soon as one server received ten votes a draw would be held, and whoever won, from those who had voted for that server, would be invited to spank their chosen server. The voting status was displayed on screens around the bar.

Although I knew this was what was going to happen, my heart sank. It had been so humiliating being spanked in public, I couldn’t believe I could be facing another spanking in front of people.

By now the wine and prosecco had taken its toll, and as soon as the voting mechanism was announced there was a real flurry of activity. Within a couple of minutes the screens showed the votes.

There was a hen party who had been particularly noisy all evening. It seemed they’d decided the bride-to-be should be the first to administer a spanking. They put in ten bids, all for me. I felt a lump in my throat at the realisation of what was about to happen.

Peggy called me to the stage to announce the result, to much hilarity and cheering from the room.

This time there was no spanking bench. I just had to bend over and touch my toes. I meekly complied, my high heels meaning I had to strain to actually touch my toes. Peggy lifted my little skirt, and another cheer went up when the crowd saw my see-through knickers.

The bride-to-be came up on the stage and Peggy offered her a choice of implements. She was told she could spank me by hand, or use one of the implements Peggy had gathered. There was a wooden hairbrush, a rather fearsome-looking paddle, or a riding crop. The girl – Annie was her name – giggled helplessly, fuelled by prosecco and the encouragement of her hen party. All the while I was stood with my finger tips on the toes on my high heels, and my bottom on display through my knickers.

In the end Annie chose the paddle, and I braced myself for my second public spanking.

Her first swat landed squarely across my bottom – my sheer panties offering almost no protection. The ladies in the bar cheered loudly, especially Annie’s hen party. By the time she’d administered half a dozen strokes I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying again.

After nine strokes I thought I might pass out from the pain in my bottom, and I knew I had another three to go.

Finally she finished, and I was allowed to stand up and smooth my skirt down. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears, and Peggy said I could go and compose myself upstairs. I tottered off the stage, knowing that all eyes were on me.

By the time I returned two more of my fellow servers had also received a spanking, and the atmosphere was at fever pitch. And it was still only eight o'clock.

I received two more spankings that evening. During my third spanking I thought my legs would give way as I bent over touching my toes. My poor bottom was intensely painful.

When we finally closed Peggy totted up the takings, both across the tills and from the spanking lottery. The bar takings were 50% higher than they'd ever been before, and we’d taken thousands of pounds from the spankings. My bottom was still incredibly tender, as was the case with my fellow servers, but the financial bonus at least mitigated the pain and humiliation.