John Doe (exhibitionist route)

You wake up around nine o'clock and roll out of bed to get some breakfast. As you pass your mother downstairs she says good morning and asks how you slept.

"That's good," she says. "I'm glad to hear that my boy slept well. Now if you don't mind, I just heard the washer ding, so I'm going to go swap the clothes over to the dryer. Oh, and by the way, I think some mail arrived for you. It's on the kitchen table.

In the kitchen you find an envelope on the table with your name and the house address on it. You tear the envelope open and read the letter enclosed inside. The letter has a very formal tone, as well as a government seal at the bottom, very official looking. It congratulates you on your new job as the Global Punishment Manager, and explains that it is your job to dish out punishments to anyone you see fit.

At first you did the letter to be strange and nonsensical. Job? You didn't apply for any job, much less a government one. You were one year out of high school just after completing a gap year (making you nineteen). But as you read it over it started to make sense. But even though you were pretty sure you've never heard of the Global Punishment Manager before, you just somehow knew that it was real. It just seemed obvious: there was a GPM and you were now him!

You go to your mother and say: "We need to talk."

She gets a concerned look on her face and says alright. "What is it?"

"Mother, I don't know if you are aware, but I am the Global Punishment Manager."

"Oh really?!" she says excitedly. "Oh my god I'm so proud of you! My boy, the Global Punishment Manager. Is that what that letter was about?"

She kept talking, going on about how proud she was of her son and wait till the neighborhood mothers heard about this. But then she stopped when she realized what this was about.

"Yes," you say. "That's right. I'm here to punish you."

At first she looked shocked, but then she tried to compose herself. She swallowed and took a deep breath and straightened out her top.

"It's alright. I understand. Even though I'm your mother and I've cared for you, I'm not above the law, right? Well, I just want to let you know that no matter what happens to me I am proud of you and I won't get in the way of you doing your job. But tell me, what did I do wrong?"

"You neglected me as a kid."

"What?!"

"You didn't pay enough attention to me. You were always too busy or uninterested."

"But... I... Please understand, I had to raise you... alone. Oh Honey, I'm so sorry! I didn't know!"

"Well, it's too late for that now," you say. "And punishment has to be delivered."

She sniffled a few times and wiped her watering eyes and admits you're right.

"So what is my punishment?" she asks.

"Because of the attention you didn't give me when I was a kid, I developed 'issues' as an adult. Do you know what an exhibitionism fetish is?"

She looks a little surprised to hear you say that word, but she nods her head.

"It means someone likes showing off. And, um, sexually, you said 'fetish,' it means showing off private... areas."

"That is correct," you say, though you were surprised she knew that. "And that's what I have. That's right, I enjoy being seen and exposed."

"But what does that have to do with my punishment for neglecting you?" she asks.

"The punishment should fit the crime," you say. "And as a consequence of causing my to develop this fetish, you are going to help me with it."

She nods her head in understanding.

"Alright John, I understand. And don't worry, we will get you the very best therapist around to cure you of this... affliction."

"I thing you misunderstand me," you correct her. "By 'help,' I didn't mean 'cure.' It's too late for that. And after all, that wouldn't be much of a punishment, now would it? I meant that from now on you are going to assist me in satisfying my desires."

She looks shocked, and then stutters like she doesn't know what to say. Then pauses, taking in a deep breath and processing the information. When she exhales and her eyes open again you can see in her eyes the look of seriousness, but mixed with confusion.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Are you questioning my authority as the GPM?" you ask.

"Of course not," she says. "If that is my punishment, then I shall be punished."

"Good," you say. "And I expect you to take an active role in this too. Don't go waiting around for me to do something, and then just turn a blind eye. If you do, then we're going to have a problem, and I'm going to have to enact some more punishments, which will be more severe until you learn."

"I understand," she says.

“Alright,” you say. “Now I’m going to give you a few days to process this information. There is not fixed time limit or deadline. But I expect you to come up with something eventually, and I won't wait around forever."

And with that you left the room to allow her to continue her usual house duties. But for the next few days you eagerly anticipated what she would come up with. Whatever it was, you were sure that you could use your powers to prevent either of you from getting in serious trouble.