To inspect you

The speaker is actually a lot younger than you initially thought, but her voice is clearly that of someone used to being the authority. She could not have been out of spanking age for too long herself. Unlike with some people you already encountered today, you do not feel she is set on making your life more miserable though; she clearly has an agenda but it does not seem to be a malicious one. Still, in your exposed and **** state you cannot be too careful.

"Don't worry, this should not take long" she says warmly. "I observed your shower routine earlier and I want to give you a quick post-shower check." Ignoring the few faces that turn your way and not waiting for your reply, she unrolls a towel from the shower stock and spreads in on the bench she was sitting on previously. "Face down first, please, dear." she invites you. You set your bag on the edge of the bench and comply, but her friendly manner feels inviting and you do not think you will get into any further trouble so you risk asking as politely as you can why did she feel you need an inspection. The lady chuckles.

"Nothing wrong with your cleaning routine that I could see, don't worry." she says. "I was actually on the think-tanks for this whole public hygiene systems concept and I thought I should find out how it works and whether or not you young ladies use it correctly." She pauses. "I did say just now your cleaning routine was fine, but also your hands were slower in some parts than in others. Now, stretch your hands forward." You feel fresh heat coming onto your face. You are quite confident you washed away any possible signs of inappropriate excitement but this complete stranger is about to find out with certainty. She bends over you and her fingertips run over your skin brushing your neck, armpits and the sides of your breasts. You have never been too ticklish but now you have to fight a very ill-timed giggle. She moves lower, skipping your bum to quickly look over your legs before returning to the part the nearby group of guys is craning their necks to see.

She is surprisingly gentle with spreading your poor cheeks and kind enough not to make a comment when you shudder and grimace. There is simply no way not to make this painful. Luckily, you did not embarrass yourself (or worse) by doing a poor job back there and she pronounces your rear parts clean to the mild disappointment of your trying-to-stay-discreet audience before inviting you to turn over. This you do with a suppressed groan. You find the second part of your inspection much worse. You now are more exposed still and you have to look the lady in the face; that itself would have been embarrassing enough. Also the towel does little to protect your bottom from the hard bench surface and her fingers are a lot less gentle with your breasts and pussy than they were with your ass cheeks. Of course these were punished far less severely but you can still very much feel the aftermath of Chloe's hand and Mr Brown's belt. You moan when her finger probes your lips and mutter, completely humiliated, that you were spanked there too.

Your volunteer of an inspector seems to believe you; also, you did wash yourself well leaving her no incriminating signs that would land you in further trouble. Without much further delay she tells you to get up. "See, this wasn't too bad." She smiles. "Be a dear and drop the towel into the "used" basket on your way. See you around!" You wish her a pleasant afternoon and forcing yourself to walk slowly and calmly dispose of the towel before turning towards home. You flash a polite smile to the group of bystanders taking no risk of giving them a reason, however small, to find you rude or unpleasant. Luckily for you, they swallow their disappointment (if there was any) and you get on your way.