Undoing the belt of his gray raincoat, the fat man withdrew a long, slender cane that looked like it had been hand hewn from fresh blackthorn.

"Oh God, not the cane!" one of the girls groaned.

"What's that for?" Jane cried, eyes bulging and mouth agape in astonishment.

"That's the only incentive you silly bitches understand," Stevie replied. "If you don't give me a hundred-percent out there on the pitch, I give you a hundred percent of this where it hurts most. Sounds fair?"

"That sounds like abuse," Jane protested.

"I told you she wasn't fit for the team," Rachel smirked.

"Workers rights don't belong here, you silly bitch," one of her companions added.

"What do you think, Jane?" Stevie demanded, standing behind her, menacingly wielding the rod. "Do you think you belong in my team?"

Before she could answer, he whacked the cane across her buttocks. The shock and the pain were so sharp and unexpected, the young woman practically leaped out of her shorts. Her team-mates responded with hoots of laughter. Obviously, Jane was the only one unfamiliar with Stevie's unorthodox training methods.

"Just try me," she whimpered, clutching her smarting cheeks through her shorts.

Over the two hours that followed, Jane questioned the sanity of what she had done. Stevie put all seven girls through a military style training session on the rain sodden pitch and proved beyond all doubt that he was an obsessive sadist, as well as a pervert. In her two months of working as a barmaid in the Nugget, Jane had seen only flashes of this side of her employer's nature.

When Julie - the chestnut haired twenty-four year old who occupied prime position in Jane's list of dyke desirable team-mates - missed a penalty shot, the manager yanked down her shorts in the middle of the pitch and crucified her bare, rain splattered buttocks with four lashes of his cane.

Jane's smug demeanor survived only five minutes longer. As she retrieved the ball from the back of the net, having failed to stop a shot from ten yards, Stevie tripped her and brought her to her knees in the mud. Before she quite knew what was happening, her shorts were pulled halfway down her thighs.

She was wearing tight, pink trimmed white lace panties that had ridden into the cleft of her buttocks. The cane cracked six times across her cheeks and she shrieked six times in response, each cry louder than the last.

"Maybe she's not his favorite, after all," one of the other girls commented.

"She loves it,' Rachel replied. "He probably spanks her every night for foreplay."

In the course of the training session, none of the seven women escaped punishment. Every transgression, however minor, met with a taste of the cane. When Jane saved a penalty taken by Rachel, the latter had her shorts pulled down for the third time that evening and an additional four stripes added to her already throbbing buttocks.