I finally break free from my bonds!

A couple of small, dorky women stalk up to my behind, each hoisting a copy of the 1965 classic "Dune" above their shoulders, when my struggles finally produce a way out of this nightmare; the shoelaces binding my wrists gave out at last. But I still need to wait for the right opportunity to escape: getting spanked again.

SMACK! When the two softcover novels collide with my reddened ass, I wince, but thank my lucky stars these girls aren't nearly as strong as Ming Zhao, this is embarrassing but I need just one more swat. SMACK! I know that right now, when all the women are distracted, laughing and cheering at my humiliating spanking, is my only chance.

I shove the book cart straight forward, past my unsuspecting crush, who is doubled over in glee, and dart out the service exit back into the garden. The sight of my throbbing erection stunned the other women just long enough to facilitate my escape.

Fearing that someone could see me naked in public, but grateful to be out of that horrible humiliation, I run to my tool shed, not remembering whether it had anything inside I could actually wear, but hoping that it would at least make a good hiding spot.

Bolting through the garden with two hands thrown over my boner, trying to escape the horny nerds I could hear chasing after me, I come to a topiary archway and see a beautiful policewoman with a bountiful bosom standing right outside my tool shed sanctuary. Aww come on! Wait.

Shit shit shit shit shit!

It's officer Macy! The perverted cop with jurisdiction at the library grounds, who always makes inappropriate comments like "I don't have a warrant but can I strip search you anyway?" and, "Can I see your nightstick?" whenever she sees me, and on a few occasions, even tried to feel me up.

It seems like she's here on duty even though she's talking to a friend, this leaves me with an ultimatum...