You remember about recycling

You wish the hug would last for a year and then turn into something more, but the recent experience taught you both well now is not the time or the place. Not to mention, you remember suddenly about another punishment you are still due. “Of course!” you say. “I... I have to be somewhere first though, I’ve got a... a punishment to finish.” It sounds so ridiculous spoken out loud but Diana accepts it without a second thought. You reconfirm the time she will come to yours and chatter about everything and nothing as you head outside together where after another brief hug you turn your separate ways.

With Diana gone (you give her poor bottom one last look as she turns around the corner) you are suddenly much more acutely aware of your very public nudity. Unlike in the office, here there are no little (or not so little) reminders that this is acceptable and understood. You start to walk towards the cafe again trying to keep your hands from drifting into a position where they would afford you a bare minimum of modesty. More people give you a longer look now that you are fully nude than when you were just bottomless. Also your bottom is bears far heavier marks than before. To distract yourself you start thinking about your forthcoming date; even though you doubt you will get up to much naughty fun (any movement of your buttocks, even walking, sends jolts of pain through you), you are looking forward to it immensely. Then your thoughts start to drift to what else you can do with the Rulebook; while the design is working much as you hoped it would, there are a couple of things you consider fine-tuning or adding. The aftermath of the garbage-sorting punishment in particular may need to be sorted, you decide, and approach the nearest bench, one half of which is empty while the other is occupied by a middle-aged lady in a business attire not unlike the one you started your day in. She does not seem to mind, typing in concentration on her tablet. You put your bag down onto the bench surface, fish the Rulebook out and lay it open and bend over giving the passers-by a perfect view of yourself as you start writing:

New Rule: there are ample public low-cost showering facilities primarily for the use of individuals punished with a period of full or partial nudity and/or unhygienic chores. These are placed in the open indoors or outdoors and afford no privacy for the users. Most users come voluntarily but some are sent to such after a punishment.

New Rule: the users of the public hygiene facilities may be subject to a hygiene check by any member of the public who observed their shower routine and found it insufficiently thorough.

There are more ideas swirling in your head but you decide it is enough for now; you need to get through the remainder of your punishment too. You tuck the Rulebook back into your bag and turn to start walking again only to collide with a hurrying girl getting a face full of blond hair. The girl drops the keep-cup she was carrying as you both stagger a step back. You see now she cannot be more than eighteen and she is visibly shorter than you, not something you get to note often about an adult; her breasts look positively huge on her tiny frame, though, something else you cannot fail to notice. Her blond hair reaches her shoulders and her face is round and almost childish, but burning with energy and determination.

"Right." Her tone is sharp and unyielding even as she says just the one word. "You need a lesson in watching where you are going, I need to get on my way. Your bottom looks like it had a busy day already, so how about you pay for my coffee that you spilled, get six hand smacks on your tits from me, and we call it even?"