No, everybody finds out how horny you are

Thinking unsexy thoughts is as ineffectual as usual in taming your libido. Some girls might be able to scare themselves out of this situation by imagining the consequences if they were to be found in such a high state of arousal, but obviously that would have the opposite effect on you. The idea of a cold shower enters your head, but the problem of being observed the whole time (and how much that turns you on) remains. You finally come to the conclusion that you will have to get dressed and leave the flat for a while. The absurdity of the situation is not lost on you that you now have more privacy walking down the street than in your own home.

Swiftly donning the clothes you took off earlier, you lock the door, but instead of leaving the building via the front, you decide to have a wander in the garden. If Diana arrives before you get back, you can claim you are merely exploring, without mentioning the real reason you needed to go outside.

The shared plot is quite pleasant, with a gravelled area containing patio furniture and a lawn with goals painted on the fences on either side. Maybe the other residents like to kick a ball about now and again. Facing south east, it gets the sun through most of the day, but is mostly in shade at this time of the evening. There are a few small flower beds with lovely clematis, hyacinths and hollyhocks, which makes you wonder whether George Collins pays a professional gardener to keep the place in top condition or has some other arrangement.

The fresh air (and being fully clothed, if only briefly) is just starting to have the desired effect, when you hear the door open behind you and turn to see a couple of young men step out. They wave to you and approach.

"Hi," says the blond one. "I'm Aloysius and this is Jermaine. We're in flat four, on the first floor."

He stretches out his hand, which you shake, followed by that of his friend.

"Oh, hi, I'm Jenna Cho. My girlfriend and I have just moved into flat two, on the ground floor."

"Yeah, we know," Jermaine replies. "We were watching you fuck, earlier. So hot. D'you ever invite guys to join in?"

You feel your face turn bright red. They saw everything you did in the bedroom. You assumed it would only be your landlord and his family seeing your humiliation, but apparently your neighbours have access to the cameras, too. Thinking back to the rules, you realize you never actually specified any limitations on who could watch the surveillance and all at once your arousal is back in overdrive.

"Um, no, we're exclusive," you manage to squeak out, embarrassment obvious in your voice. "Uh, can everyone in the building watch us, do you know?"

"In the building? No, you have to be over eighteen, or over thirty-six if you're a woman, to access the website."

"It's not just in the building, though," Aloysius adds. "It's a public website, so everybody old enough can watch. Didn't you know that?"

No, you absolutely did not know, or even guess, that you are now apparently unpaid porn stars. Of course, recordings of your punishment sessions at work have been available to the public for ages, but this is a bit different. You're torn between the desire to head back to the flat to take out the Rulebook and make a few minor tweaks and the voice in the back of your head, telling you that this is better than you could have hoped. You're saved from having to make a decision right away by Jermaine asking another question.

"Anyway, what was big see so pissed off about when he came back and spanked you again?"

The two blokes fail to hide their mirth as you blushingly explain your error, although they claim to commiserate with your plight.

"Wow, that's terrible," grins Aloysius. "You'll really have to learn to control yourself better. On a scale from one to ten, how aroused are you right now?"

You gasp in shock at the intrusive question, but do not think you can reasonably refuse to answer. They will soon find out if they spank you for rudeness, after all. Eventually, you settle on a number.

"Uh, seven?" Seven is shamefully high for a woman chatting to her new neighbours in their shared garden, but if you were being truthful, the score ought to be higher. Unfortunately, they are not content to take your word for it.

"Take your clothes off and hop up on the table so we can see for ourselves."

He talks so casually that it seems a perfectly normal request that you expose yourself in public. You've bared your body for punishment more times than you can remember, but an inspection for arousal is a whole new type of humiliation. You cringe as you strip off every stitch for the third time today and sit, putting your heels on the table on either side of you to fully expose your pudenda to these young men. Immediately, they reach for you, the blond rolling your stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, whilst his darker friend collects the juices glistening on your sex.

Your mouth opens, whether to protest or scream at the violation you do not quite know, but before you can make a sound, your mind works out just how liberally the Rulebook is interpreting your rule that women's bodies should have no privacy. Apparently, that extends to touching, as well as looking.

It seems you have bigger problems, though, because they are tutting disapprovingly at your obvious need and you worry that your stupid sex drive is about to get you in trouble again.