Leaving a swanky hotel it is always wise to make sure your case is securely locked, particularly if it is so stuffed full of their luxury bathrobes and towels that it bursts open at the wrong moment. Fortunately they rarely want to involve the police in such matters, and tend to deal with things in their own way. Unfortunately, if you are female and of a certain age it means an appointment is made for you with the concierge in the main foyer – where arriving guests can watch your sensitive pink bottom being steadily converted to a more colourful scarlet one, courtesy of his nice stingy leather strap, whilst listening to your loud cries of pain and increasingly desperate apologies. Tips are unusual at the end of such proceedings, with the young lady’s rapid exit only being delayed by the painful process of getting pants and jeans back up over sore, glowing buttocks, but there must be a lot of job satisfaction!













