Johanna, a student whom you gave a nudity punishment in a tutorial earlier this afternoon, on a date with the cheerleader you saw in the coffee shop

You remember that Johanna was going on a date of her own this evening, but choosing this establishment must be something of a coincidence, although no more so than her dinner companion, for the Asian youngster, naked apart from the ballet boots you ordained her to wear and the placard that bears the terms of her nudity punishment, is hobbling through the restaurant, supported by none other than the blonde cheerleader you saw in the coffee shop, back at the beginning of your strange adventure, which seems so long ago now.

Not yet having mastered the ballet boots, the naked fresher has one arm around the older girl's torso, whilst the latter supports her companion with a hand under her other arm. The cheerleader has swapped her costume for a tight white T-shirt (clearly with no brassière beneath), skinny jeans and spotless white trainers. In your opinion, she looks a little casually dressed for a date, although her hair has been styled, plaited, pinned and gelled into some sort of extravagantly fashionable up-do, so clearly she's made some sort of effort for the occasion.

"Yes, she's one of my freshers," you finally reply to Julia's question.

"What? No, I meant Amelia Harrington, from the university cheer squad. She certainly looks different out of uniform." Now that she mentions the name, it sounds familiar, although you couldn't have brought it to mind without prompting. "So that girl she's with is one of yours, is she? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that she's already serving a nudity punishment, in that case!"

A waiter leads the pair to a nearby table for two, where Amelia practically drops her date onto one of the padded chairs before taking a seat on the other. She glowers at the naked girl in front of her, who's talking earnestly, seeming almost to be pleading, though you can't hear the words. You feel bad about getting distracted from the woman with whom you're dining, but Julia seems equally interested in the new arrivals, so you tell her about the tutorial in which you gave Johanna her nudity punishment and she responds with a story about the time last term when Amelia was paddled all the way across campus by the captain of the squad. The thing that surprises you most is that the blonde's not the captain, herself, as she was before you started using the Rulebook. You can only assume that the influx of fit young girls caused by your rules about the university have given the coaches a bigger pool of talent from which to draw.

Julia turns out to be a charming dinner companion, smart, funny, a good listener. The conversation flows effortlessly and you manage to forget that this is the same woman who was the bane of your life before you found the Rulebook. You find out that she's the oldest of three children, having one brother and one sister. She grew up in a small industrial town and was the first woman in her family to attend higher education and the first person of either gender to obtain a postgraduate degree. After two years postdoctoral research, she received a lectorship from a large plate glass university, before moving to your college, originally as a lecturer, becoming a fellow at the age of thirty and the Tutor for Woman less than a year later. Quite a meteoric rise, although she is pleasingly complimentary about your own less impressive employment history.

The excellent company means that you scarcely notice the decidedly average meal which Amy serves you. She seems to have conquered her nerves and is everything you could want from a waitress, attentive without being intrusive. However, about half way through the meal, you become aware of a ripple of interest running through the room. Julia has also sensed the frisson of excitement and you both take a look around, only to see the waiter who's been serving Johanna and Amelia approaching them with a large paddle in his hand.

The girls are eating their own meal and whatever tension was between them seems to have thawed, as they're touching hands across the table in between bites, but the reappearance of their waiter and the object he bears causes them not-unreasonable consternation. After a brief to-and-fro, the two students stand up and Amelia holds her dinner companion around the waist so she doesn't fall in the boots, whilst Johanna bends to grab her ankles. You see that she's sporting a few more weals that when she left your tutorial; clearly a girl on nudity punishment picks up more licks quite easily, exactly as you intended.

The waiter hefts his implement, which appears to be an oversized version of the spanking paddle provided to every table, with two rows of holes down the middle to create a more acute impact. It's possible this one is usually employed to discipline the staff behind closed doors, but today it's being used to belabour the shapely buttocks of a naked customer. Five swats echo through the restaurant, which is now quiet enough to hear the recipient's gasps and shaking breaths as other diners turn round in their seats to catch a glimpse of the punishment in progress. Not everyone is transfixed by the scene, however, as Amy walks up to the table and takes away Johanna's chair, for reasons that are not readily apparent.

The waiter helps the Asian teenager into a standing position and places her hands on the table, presumably instructing her to remain there, displaying her bruised cheeks for all to see, then turns his attentions to her statuesque companion.

Amelia turns resignedly and lowers her jeans and pink underwear to her ankles, which she then bends over to hold effortlessly. You're sure her cheerleading practice means she could adopt an even more acute position if required, but it's enough for the waiter, who commences the spanking without delay. Inspecting the stunning blonde's bottom, you notice her cheeks are currently unblemished, surprising enough for any student at your university, let alone a cheerleader, but quite impossible for the girl you witnessed being thoroughly paddled just hours ago in the coffee shop. The only explanation you can think of is that the punishment you saw occurred before you changed the college admission rules and undergraduates are now held to a higher standard, which means that in this timeline she knew better than to take up a place in the queue when men were waiting, so she never needed to be disciplined.

By the time you've worked out what's happened, the five swats are over and she's joined her date standing by the table, livid contusions virtually glowing on her bared bum. Also, a new chair has arrived on Johanna's side of the table, whilst Amelia's is now missing. However, this is rectified even as you watch, when Amy returns with a replacement. These new chairs have hard wooden seats instead of padded cushions, but the most striking thing about them is the large knobbly phallus jutting upwards from each seat, located so that it is obviously intended to reside in the rectum of the chair's occupant.

The waiter leaves without any further ado and Amy produces a pair of small plastic bottles and offers them to the punished beauties. Amelia picks one and squeezes a generous gob of lubricant into her palm, before smearing it over the phallus on her chair. Johanna reaches out to take the bottle, but the tall blonde snaps the top back on and hands it straight back to the young waitress, who returns at once to her regular duties.

The fresher looks reproachfully at her date, then gets down on her knees to lubricate the sizeable protrusion with her mouth, whilst said date shuffles into position over her seat, jeans and knickers still round her ankles, before lowering herself gingerly into place and resuming her meal. Despite not crying, the expression on her face shows that the intrusion is most uncomfortable and when Johanna is ready to sit, her anguish is enormously worse, as the diminutive teenager has to rock to and fro to get herself all the way down the bulbous shaft of the phallus to sit uncomfortably on the unyielding wooden slats of the chair's seat.

Julia gives a slight sigh of satisfaction and smiles at you across your table, just as Johanna and her date clasp hands across theirs, the moment of petulance that caused Amelia to deny her friend the relief of the lubricant seemingly forgiven.