You get lucky once... and then again

You have firmly put the encounter with Chloe out of your mind even though your breasts still bear her palm prints as you enter the fateful cafe, bracing yourself for the next humiliation. You pass to the staff area at the back of which you assume garbage sorting is to be done. In addition to a bunch of bins, however, you are greeted with the sight of four bare female bottoms bearing the marks of the same strap you received earlier. The women in question are going through the bins, discomfort radiating from their every movement.

“Ah, Jenna!” Mia materialises behind you. "I think it turns out you are lucky tonight... In this sense, at least." She indicates your bottom to show her understanding of the fact you really were quite unlucky in other ways. "This group did not clear their table at all, I could barely believe it when I saw it! So the boss thought he'd have them do it, no point for you to join them, they're almost done." Even though you intended to stick to all punishments you are justly issued, you feel quite relieved about getting away with this one. "Since you are here..." Mia continues "... you can take the sorted bags into the big bins outside and let's call it a day, you look like you've had enough. Oh, you better use one of those new showers too even if you're not doing the full-scale sorting."

You sincerely thank Mia who then rushes away to her duties. She is looking very fresh compared to how she normally would at the end of her shift. Trying to attract no attention and gently massaging your aching bottom you wait for the four women to finish the sorting and go off to get their clothes back. You then take the large bags out to the back ever so grateful for your lucky escape and head back outside. Even though Mia has no way of monitoring you you decide to give the public showers you have so recently introduce a go nonetheless; you new memory tells you there is one just a minute away from the cafe so that is where you turn. This part of the city is never quiet but at the moment it is not the busiest time and when you approach the new shiny public sanitary station you see only two female figures under a line of dozens of shower heads. The novelty of the spectacle, however, attracts the general public and you see maybe a couple of dozens people most of whom do not seem to have a purpose to be there other than enjoying the views.

The two ladies showering seem to know one another as they are exchanging some remarks you cannot hear through the noise of water. Trying to act natural and not stare at them too obviously, you study the pictures with the instructions. They are quite straightforward and you make a very small contactless payment for using the facilities, enter a code into the nearest free locker and put your bag and shoes inside. You then go down a rubber walkway to the showers and turn the water on, which is of a surprisingly comfortable temperature. You intend to just give yourself a quick splash but then remember you made hygiene inspections possible too and being subject to one is not something you want any time soon. Pretending you are at home and there are no watchful eyes or conversations you can hear but not make out the words from you start washing yourself thoroughly. Knowing this is the part you are likely to be most judged on, you make a show of soaping and then rinsing your breasts, your "privates" if that is still the correct word for them and your battered bum cheeks and between them. You are well aware what a spectacle you are making of yourself but now that you have put yourself into this position, you have ****.

The tingling that has not really left you for the whole day intensifies when you are washing between your legs and you have to snap out of the image of being in the privacy of your own home before your hands start doing what they should not. With some regret you let the time water run out and do not press the button again once it does. The brand new facility has a powerful hairdryer which you are grateful for and a stack of towels which is almost depleted now but not quite. You make use of both and recover your scarce belongings and make your way out.

You are hoping desperately nobody will call and stop you to be inspected and once again fortune smiles on you and you leave the area without further mishap. You would often take the bus home but despite the pain of moving your butt you want a bit of a walk; your place is not that far away anyway and you do not know what fresh dangers a girl's bottom can face on public transport in this world. On the street you only need to keep your eyes open. Indeed you make your way home only suffering the indignity of being seen in your state by more people still, but then you are getting used to it.