The one-bar station

About half an hour after the strapping ended and she was released from her bonds, Rhea finds herself disinfecting and lubricating a dildo protruding from a low column near the entrance to one of the town's parks. Not exactly an activity expected of a police officers, she realises - and of course she is still in her punishment uniform, which still feels worse than just being nude to her.

It took the young woman a very uncomfortable drive in the patrol car to get here; prior to that, she had two very uncomfortable conversations. One was with Adrian, who had her instructions ready; the other with the victim of her mistake and the latter's mother. Jane once again barely utters a word, despite looking much happier now; Leslie once again insists that she thinks Rhea should not have been punished. Unexpectedly she also presses note into Rhea's hand with their address and invites her to dinner the next evening. Although the young woman had absolutely no wish to be hosted by the family of the girl she punished unfairly almost immediately after suffering her own punishment, but in her sore and still sobbing state she did not have much chance to find an excuse. Well, she did not have any plans for the evening in question anyway, maybe it would not be so bad. Or maybe some legitimate reason to avoid it will come up.

Once the dildo is ready, Rhea positions herself directly above it and scans her badge's chip against the reader in the column between her legs. With a whirring sound the dildo begins to rise and after refastening her badge quickly Rhea has to shift a couple of inches to make sure her pussy lips catch the incoming object. Meeting relatively little resistance thanks to the lubrication, it continues to rise until it reaches the level calculated from Rhea's height and leg length, which her badge helpfully submitted to the device.

The predicament Rhea is in in the middle of the day in a very public place is rather elegant in its simplicity. She suffers no immediate major discomfort; her pussy is (very) filled, but it is nothing she cannot handle. She can stand on her feet without needing to raise herself on tiptoes even. The dildo-capped bar she is impaled on, however, means she cannot take a single step in any direction. There is nothing holding her down to she can jump off the bar... Except, of course, she would need to bend her knees to do that - and this is out of the question for obvious reasons. There is nothing to hold onto to raise herself with her hands either, the bar between her legs being too awkward to reach and too small to hold onto.

That leaves her with two ways out. One, of course, is to wait out the punishment time at which point the dildo will retract itself. The other... Is to scan her badge again and the contraption will immediately release her. The only problem with the latter option is that she would have to prove (usually with bodycam footage) that she had an exceptionally good reason to cut her sentence short. Such as seeing someone in distress. Or a crime in progress. Being in distress herself, such as feeling faint, would qualify too. Her wrist device (that performs far too many functions to be simply called a watch, really) detecting a sustained jump in her heart rate would be sufficient evidence.

While her punishment station was being set up, Rhea had an excuse not to look up to see any reactions; now, though, firmly settled in place she has **** but to face her "audience". Not only that, it is her job to keep an eye on the surroundings, she is still an officer on duty, her predicament notwithstanding. Everyone gives her a look, of course, but most people do so only in passing. About half a dozen stop for a bit... And three are taking pictures without being particularly secretive about it. Two of these are a couple with the word "tourists" written all over them; for them the sight is clearly a novel one. The third is a young man in the uniform of a local college that Rhea recognises from her youth department work. She has spanked a few girls with the same crest on their jumpers. Rhea knows it is unacceptable to jump to conclusions based on early impressions, but she cannot help the fact the first word that comes to her mind when she looks at the young man's leering face behind his smartphone is "pervert". She would bet another strapping that he would be making use of her "uniformed" photos before very long.

All photo takers move on to Rhea's relief and no new ones seem to be coming out of small but constant flow of people that pass her. She shifts her weight slightly, feeling her pussy respond as it moves against the dildo, settling in for the wait.