You encounter the same jogger again

Although you and Diana both have given the jogger’s behind a good look, she is out of your minds before very long. From your funding chances the conversation turns to university life in general and as your new memories of those times are patchy as best, you are listening to Diana’s words eagerly. Interestingly, your memory is boosted by the Rulebook as the conversation progresses. When Diana tells you how a lecturer instructed a girl to take a spanking from the entire class for causing a disruption, you find yourself telling her about a similar occurrence you did not know until just now you witnessed. The girl in question (a tall black beauty called Martha you had a crush on but never dared to ask out) was told to place a desk by the exit after class, get onto it on all fours (needless to say she was fully nude from the moment she was asked to be quieter) and every student in to 50+ class gave her two spanks on their way out with any reasonably suitable object they had on them. You used a ruler yourself but feeling generous you spanked her on a relatively unmarked area on her toned legs. Rumour had it the lecturer still gave her a full punishment after that ordeal was over.

Despite the new rules, it seems that the attitude to student life did not change much. It still is looked back at with warm nostalgia and longing. There may be a little less craziness and a few (fine, a lot) more sore bottoms, but largely everything is running much as before. After all, you did not create a disciplinary system, you only introduced a specific dominant option for a part of the population into it. It also occurs to you now for the first time after the topic came up that if you are returning to higher education you can use the Rulebook to make the student experience even more special. University life is already a unique experience, it would not hurt to make it a bit more fun without affecting much else.

Your thoughts and conversation are interrupted rather suddenly by a commotion coming from the wooded area. You both turn to see what is happening and can make out two figures approaching the alleyway. A few moments later they make it into the open: a middle-aged man dressed out for a run has a firm hold on the ear of another jogger, the one you saw earlier. The woman who looks a bit older than you is not quite crying yet but her breathing is ragged with sobs and little grunts of pain as she struggles to follow without having her ear pulled too harshly. Judging by the man’s face, whatever he has in store for her will not be good.

“Is everything alright?” Diana calls out. The man seems happy to enough to share his perspective. “Would you believe it, I saw her urinating by the track! She didn’t even go fully behind a bush! With a toilet less than ten minutes’ walk away!!” The mostly naked woman does not deny the accusations. "I'm sorry!" She is practically wailing. "I don't know how it happened! I forgot to go before I left and suddenly... just... just... couldn't hold... OW!" She is obviously hoping to get a bit of sympathy from anyone who can influence her fate in any way before a tug on her ear interrupts her, but she will find no luck here anyway. Diana's face actually grows harder as the girl (well, woman, really, but you struggle to think of her as one in her state) admits her lack of self-control. You try to adopt a similar expression too but you are quite certain there is a hint of amusement or even excitement lurking in the corner of your girlfriend's lips.

Her voice is very serious, however, as she asks the man if he needs any help you are in a position to provide. He almost starts to shake his head but changes his mind. "Um, yes, please, actually. I was going to take her to the main discipline area because I want her restrained for her punishment, but two of the three of us can take turns holding her instead. I have to be somewhere after the jog." Diana and you both most sincerely assure him you will be very happy to help. The alleyway is lined heavily with bushes sporting near-perfect switches and the hapless jogger is sent to collect three. She is still sobbing when she goes to do so, giving a view of her red behind from all the best angles; she is wiping the first tears of shame and fear when she returns. She starts to cry openly, unable to help herself, when she is told each one of the three of you will switch her pussy a dozen times as the other two hold her legs open for her. To be honest, you shiver somewhat as you hear her sentence too, but it is the decision of the one who caught her, you are merely helping.

You are a bit surprised that the crying woman is not reprimanded for her show of emotion; instead the man simply tells her to climb onto the nearest bench and when she does, grabs her ankles to pull her legs over her head, with her back supported by the back of the bench. Diana and you do not need to be asked to stand behind the bench almost at its opposite ends, holding one ankle each. The view of the target presented is second to none... But so will be the pain of the impact. The man really must be in some hurry as he takes no time to admire it, instead picking a switch up straightaway. You kind of want to look away but instead your eyes stay on the exposed and soon-to-be-tortured pussy of the crying woman; when the first hit lands on it with the tip of the switch curling around onto the already sore buttocks, you can actually see the line redden into existence. The scream that follows is deafening. You are surprised someone in your new world has not been taught a better degree of self-control... Unless, of course, that is genuinely the best she can do.

At least the screams are not getting louder as the lashes keep striking the open pussy. Before even the first dozen is done, it is already a mess of red and purple lines and welts. Maybe Diana could take this with more dignity; you are fairly certain you would not. A cyclist rides by, struggling to stay on the bike as he catches the full details of what is happening. Otherwise the path is still empty, not that the poor victim of her own weak bladder and your perversions will care much about the exposure now. Before long for you and after an eternity for her, the man is done. You suggest Diana goes next and she trades places with the man, taking up a new switch. The crying has gone down in volume somewhat while the substitution happens... But reaches a new level when Diana lands a truly wicked lash on her very first attempt. You suppose it pays off to be more familiar with the female anatomy in some situations. You barely manage to maintain your hold on your foot; the male jogger nearly loses the hold on his too, getting a glancing yet hard kick on the sneaker. The kick opened a locket the man is wearing around his neck; inside you catch a glimpse of him embracing another man, roughly his age. This might explain his complete lack of interest in the enticing view, you suppose.

Diana probably did not see the locket, but she certainly saw the kick. Her expression is positively menacing now. "If you cannot stay still even being held, young lady..." she begins...