Starstruck (F/F story)

Kath had always had a talent for singing, but when she in her twenties decided to make a career out of it, it was because of a hope, a bit of a dream. That one day, she would get to share a stage with Janet O' Hare, one of the greatest voices of this generation. Janet had broken through as a teenager, only rising in popularity as the years passed, and was rumoured to be as great a person as she was a singer.

And now, three years after she first stepped into that recording studio, she'd get her wish. Her agent had spoken to the star, and she'd agreed they could do a show together. And now, as they were sitting in Janet's dressing room (the star had made it absolutely clear that she preferred to be called by her first name), Kath could feel her heart trying to escape from her chest.

Kath was chatting nervously, eager to fill the silence, but she could feel herself blushing just by being in her presence. Even though Janet was just a few years older, Kath had to admit she seemed much more mature.

Janet smiled at her. "Take a deep breath and try to relax. We can chat after the show, but right now, we should keep our mind at what we're about to do on stage." She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. Kath had to admire her calm; she was still a bit freaked out by the fact that she had an audience, that she had FANS.

She tried to copy her idol's stance, leaning back in the chair to relax, but found herself stealing glances at her. This was so cool!

Half an hour later, Kath found herself on stage, looking at a crowd larger than she'd ever seen before. She was not deluded enough to think they were there to see HER, but she still found it intimidating that all these people would watch her perform. But still, sharing a stage with Janet O' Hare? A dream had come true.

They were almost done with the first number when Kath spotted a snake in her paradise. Close to the front of the audience, staring at her with complete contempt in their eyes, was Larissa and her gaggle of friends. They'd been HER friends, if you can call it that, a few years back. They'd stabbed her in the back at the first opportunity, trying to advance their OWN careers at her expense. Kath hated every single one of them.

As the show went on, Kath found herself more and more annoyed with the glaring redhead in the crowd, still staring daggers at her. She decided to show her just how she felt. Making sure the cameras weren't on her, Kath extended her middle finger in her enemy's direction. The sour look that crossed Larissa's face showed that she knew just who the message was for.

There was a bit of a stir in the audience, but the song continued, never stumbling for a second as they continued the show.

And then, they left the stage with the most thunderous applause Kath had ever heard. As they stepped out of the audience's view, she turned to chat with her idol, shocked at the glare she received.

"Go wait for me in my dressing room," Janet said coldly. "We'll chat there."

Kath did as instructed. She felt nervous, sitting there waiting for Janet to return, trying to figure out what to say.

A few minutes later, Janet returned to the dressing room. "Why did you do that? The entire audience could see your little gesture! What do you have to say for yourself?"

Kath didn't know what to say. Here she was, being lectured by one of the greatest singers of this generation, like a child with her hand in the cookie jar.

Janet shook her head. "Why did you do that?" she repeated.

Kath told her about Larissa, about how seeing her in the crowd had brought back painful memories, about the backstabbing, and about how Kath had been filled with an overwhelming urge to hurt her.

Janet shook her head. "What, you want to get back at her? You want to hurt the girl that betrayed you? You want revenge?" She lifted her hand, waving it around the dressing room. "THIS can be your revenge. Thousands of people came to the concert today. You want to compare yourself to this petty rival of yours? Only one of you sang before thousands of people today." She sighed. "And only one of you made a complete fool off herself before all those people."

"I'm sorry," Kath said, almost on the verge of tears.

Janet shook her head. "Not sorry enough. But I'll take care of that."

She grabbed Kath's hand, pulling her to her feet, and as Janet sat down, Kath found herself sprawled over the woman's lap. What was happening?

As the first smack landed on the seat of her dress, she got her answer. She yelped in pain as Janet's surprisingly firm hand found the most sensitive parts of her rear, raining stinging smacks down upon her.

"Ow! You can't do this! Let me up!" she complained.

"You acted like a child in front of thousands of people today," Janet told her calmly. "I think it's only fair that you're treated like one."

And with a few quick movements, she raised the hem of Kath's dress, pulling her panties down her knees. The hard palm now began to focus on her bare bottom. Kath tried to stand up, but found the star was much stronger than her.

"Perhaps I should have done this in front of the crowd," Janet mused. "After all, they saw the crime. They should see the punishment as well."

The thought of the audience seeing her spanking was enough to make Kath feel light-headed. It probably didn't help that her blood was being directed to her other end, either.

Kath was sobbing loudly by the time Janet finished the spanking. She immediately pushed the younger singer into a corner, telling her to stand there with her bottom on display and her hands on her head. "If you move an inch, I'm putting you back across my knee. I'm going to talk to the press, doing a bit of damage-control after your outburst."

A few hours later, they were having a cup of tea, chatting about their experiences. They decided to stay in the dressing room, rather than go to a club or café, since the pillow Kath was sitting on would probably lead to uncomfortable questions.