An small(ish) incident about half-way through

From time to time Rhea has to shift her weight again as her legs begin to get uncomfortable, but it is nothing she cannot handle. Most people only look at her in passing; those who now and then come for a closer look do not cause any trouble either. Another tourist couple approaches her; like her, they are Indian, but visiting rather than local and her look understandably caught their eyes. They ask if it is permitted to talk to her and with a smile she assures them it is. They actually stay for a while asking how is she coping with this kind of punishments; Rhea feels they imply that a woman of her descent should not allow herself to be exposed so indecently, but they do not press the point and seem to understand when she explains that nudity for punishment is not really seen by anyone here the same way it is in other contexts. In the end the man even smacks her sore rear a couple of times with his hand to the woman's giggling. He really had no right to do that as Rhea did nothing wrong, but she lets it go in the spirit of understanding. They leave after asking for directions and wishing Rhea luck with the rest of her ordeal.

She stays in place (obviously) keeping an eye out for any disorder after that, but none seems to be taking place. She starts to believe she will at least make it to the half-point mark without a reason (or an excuse) to leave the pole, when with a few minutes to go she does hear a raised voice. She looks around, trying to catch anything out of order... And sees the issue immediately. Three boys and one girl, wearing the same college uniform as she recognised on a photo-taker earlier, have cornered another boy in the same attire with his back to an old wide oak. She cannot make out the words from her place despite the voices being raised... But once she sees an arm raised in a threatening gesture, she knows it is her cue.

The dildo leaves her pussy with a little wet pop as it slides down. Rhea needs a moment to regain her footing, but only a moment. Ignoring the wetness between her legs, she strides quickly to the group. "A problem here?", she calls out once she does not need to raise her voice too much for that. She is familiar with the expression she sees once the bullies turn to her. It is a mix of superiority arising seeing her bare breasts and pussy right in front of them (and the knowledge that her redness of her bottom will be revealed if she turns)... with apprehension and fear, because they know her badge is no less powerful if it is above a bare boob rather than a covered one.

As the result of chorus of denial follows. No trouble here, officer, just horseplay. Rhea still could spank the girl and note the boys' addresses for their local officer to warn and possibly fine them, but when she turns to the cornered young man, he likewise shakes his head and assures her nothing is wrong. Although she does not agree with being quiet out of fear, there is not much she can do once he denies there is a problem other than to tell the four youths to be on their way. They do just that, although not before giving the nude officer a good last look. The last young man has finally detached himself from the tree and Rhea turns to face him.