Using a decoy

Padme looked down at her naked body. Pale pink skin, the darker pink of her nipples perched on her firm and well-proportioned breasts, the flat line of her toned stomach, her shaved crotch. And she suddenly realised that everyone else was seeing this as well.

"That explosion!" Padme gasped, throwing her hands over her body in a **** attempt to cover herself, which was barely successful and caused her to squirm around on the spot as she tried the impossible task of not being seen, "It blew my clothes off!"

"It definitely did." one of the handmaidens giggled.

"This is humiliating!" Padme exclaimed, "I can't be seen like this, I'll be ruined!"

"I think everyone is seeing you right now, my lady."

"Yes... Yes they are..." Padme's face burned bright red in embarrassment.

"Fortunately," a handmaiden stepped forward, "You aren't the senator."

"I'm... I'm not?"

The girl approached the microphone and cleared her throat, then continued in her best impression of Padme's senatorial voice, "This girl is one of my staff, she volunteered to read my speech for me as we thought the Trade Federation might try something like this."

Padme sighed with relief. She was still humiliated, but this might work to convince people. She could see the Federation representatives getting visibly annoyed at apparently being tricked.

"I am the real Senator Amidala, and this is my handmaiden, Pantsme."

That made Padme blush even harder, if it were possible- Pantsme was a nickname she'd picked up in school, following another embarrassing incident where her trousers had been pulled down in front of the entire class.

"We apologise for the deception," the decoy continued, "but it was apparently necessary."

"And obviously we will carry out the punishment on Pantsme for her shameful display in front of you all." another girl added.

"What?!" Padme exclaimed, looking at the one who had just spoken.

"It is written in our constitution, and you signed it after the leader of the opposition mooned you at a parliament session." the girl smiled at Padme, "A penalty for anyone who exposes their intimate areas during a formal meeting. We must punish you as we did her."

"You mean...?"

Padme suddenly found herself grabbed, her hands pulled away from where she had been covering herself. Her own handmaidens bent her over, her rear pointed out towards the senators, none of whom could remember such a riveting meeting ever before.

Padme yelped as she felt the first stinging slap delivered to her behind, then another, then another.

"Three, four, five..."