Warden, litter cleanup, and you're not sure...

Eventually, you meet the gaze of a middle aged man, and while this looks like a man far beyond his years of lust, you still see his eyes wander over your body as he shakes his head.

"Of all the days..." He approaches you menacingly, and you step back as if you were still a scrawny nerd. "Do you think this is some kind of a joke?"

"N-n-no sir." While you still feel some element of fear, it's more your confusion and head swirling to put this all together that's preventing you from forming a complete sentence right now.

The still unnamed person still shakes his head. "I told you what would happen last time you pulled a stunt like this, but you're still not listening. Just like when you tried to steal those things."

You blink unexpectedly at that - finally, some information. "I forgot your name, too..."

The voice takes on a higher level of annoyance, and the man rolls his eyes. "All you need to know is that I'm the warden. " Nearby you see a pile of bags and some litter pickers, and it doesn't take a brain to put together what you'll be doing - especially as you notice the garbage on the paths and forests nearby. A couple of old cars pull up, and you look around uneasily.

"Um, isn't there some sort of jumpsuit I can wear?"

The warden leers at you, and shakes his head. "Nope. I told you if you didn't take this seriously that you'd be punished, so here's your punishment: you have to work just as you are. I'm sure the boys will love that..."

A few youths exit the car, and you grab his arm desperately. "Please? I can't work like this in front of...these kinds of people.."

"You should've thought about that before you left, missy." He sneers, turning around to meet a bus pulling up nearby, apparently from the low security prison. You can see the youths eyes turn to you, and you blush, feeling how much of your body is exposed as you pull your shorts down uneasily, the tight bikini top digging into your skin.

As the bus empties (far from completely full), the warden shouts out instructions to clean the fields and forest, but strangely you find your attention diverted, as even the youths get an orange suit to identify them as criminals, and as you get handed your litter picker and sack, you let the rest of the folks get to work first. Your tepid steps are not greeted well as the warden smacks your ass, and your yelp draws everyone's attention to you again.

"No slacking! Get to work! He grazes your shoulder and spanks you again, drawing a laugh from the dregs of society as you venture into the tall grass and trees to try to work...