Romana catches her.

"Right," said Romana, her hand firmly grasping Amy's upper arm, dragging the nude redhead away from the temptingly well-labelled nightclub exit. "I've made it very clear to you that the fate of the whole universe is at stake, and you're still not co-operating, so I'm going to have to take drastic measures."

"The fate of the whole what? Hang on, where are we..."

Romana gave her a shove. Amy tripped and fell backward through an almost-invisible portal in the wall, landing with an awkward thud on a carpeted floor. The nightclub was gone. She seemed to be sitting in a luxury hotel room, full of mirrors and nice furniture, a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Romana scowled down at her.

"I refuse to believe any companion of the Doctor's wouldn't understand the implications of an excessive gymnotemporal signature," she said. "TARDIS? Equipment, please."

A cupboard door swung open. Amy gulped as she saw what was inside. "No, wait, I can explain, I swear I... eek!" She tried to scuttle away, and then to fight Romana off, but she wasn't quick or strong enough for either. The leather collar closed round her neck with an insultingly final snap.

"Eeeeek!"

Romana hauled her to her feet, spinning her around, forcing her to check herself out in the mirror. She was wrapped in a shibari rope harness, binding her breasts and cleaving tightly between her legs. Her arms were elaborately box-tied behind her back and her ankles were hobbled together, forcing her to move in tiny steps. A long black leash was attached to the collar, and Romana gave it a tug, forcing Amy to stumble across the carpet. A thin, cruel smile was playing across her lips, Amy saw. She took another peek at herself in the mirror, and felt her whole body grow hot. Not only was she naked, she'd been bondaged. Could things get any worse?

Romana sat down on the bed. She tugged Amy closer. The redhead tried to resist, but she could hardly move. She didn't quite get what was going on until Romana grabbed her hair and pulled Amy down across her knee.

"And now," she said, "we teach you not to run away again. With Time Lord discipline."

"What does that mean?"

"It means a spanking, you silly little thing. Say thank you, ma'am."

"What? That's completely ridicu - ow! Ow ow ow!"

"Thank you, ma'am."

"OWWWWW!"