A bus ride home

You originally intended to walk but you also want a bit of time on your own in the quiet of your home before Diana arrives. The day has been somewhat overwhelming. Being inspected was not accounted for in your plans so now you head to the bus stop instead. You fish the unchanged bus pass from your bag; you always have tried to make sure you do not **** anyone to wait or create a queue unnecessarily but now your motivation is given a significant boost as your bottom has had quite enough excitement for the day. You are not alone for long as a teenage-looking girl walks up and stands behind you, giving her naked shape a quick look but then returning her attention to her phone quite quickly. Which is fine by you, really.

An electric bus pulls up and opens its doors. You step in, scan your card and politely greet the driver before proceeding. The peak time started to subdue while you were attending to your after-work commitments and the bus is only half-full now. Still, you remain standing, holding firmly onto the rail and hoping there is no unspoken rule that punished women should remain sitting where possible. Very little on the bus seems unusual and the looks of interest and mild mockery you initially get subdue almost instantly, even though you are the only person whose state of dress is out of the ordinary. There is another young woman at the back of the bus who is standing rather than sitting but that on its own is hardly noteworthy. There is an implement rack on the bus but it is much smaller than those you have seen before and only features a few short thick paddles. You suppose it is quite practical as there is little room to swing a longer implement, especially so when the bus is full.

The bus starts moving again as the girl behind you has now boarded. Unlike you she takes a seat, finding herself a place in the second row across the aisle from a weary-looking businessman. Normally you would expect to look somewhat like him at this time of the day, maybe a bit fresher, rather than as you do now - naked and bearing very telling marks. The girl puts her headphones into her ears and gives her phone screen the last tap before lowering it and sitting back. She clearly did not plug the headphones in, though, as you can hear the music too, quietly coming from her pocket. The businessman throws her an annoyed look which she does not notice; instead she lifts her phone again and increases the volume to a level which would have caused dirty looks or a reprimand even in your original less focused on public behaviour world.

This is when you realise she will not notice her problem on her own. You step towards the girl to warn her of the hole she is digging for herself. You are not even thinking about spanking her yourself but that is in any case irrelevant as the businessman beats you to it. "Excuse me, young lady..." He all but growls. "Some of us are trying to get home in peace..." The girl looks confused for a moment but then her expression changes to one of apologetic fear.