Does Lorelei find relief?

Yes, but not nearly enough

Unexpectedly, another potential saviour emerges from the small crowd that is still present.

A young man—too young to spank anyone under normal circumstances—steps forwards, holding a small ice cream tub, having recently finished his treat.

"Is this better?" he asks.

It is, but only barely, being at least wide enough to use as a tiny potty, but so shallow that it would take half a dozen of the things to accommodate even a modest trip to the lavatory. Nonetheless, beggars can't be choosers and Lorelei is almost pathetically grateful for his assistance, reaching for the miniature container. However, the youth keeps a firm grip.

"No, I'll hold it for you," he says with a smile.

Lorelei blushes again (you wonder momentarily whether her embarrassment at her plight will ever diminish, then remember that you made a rule that for all girls on nudity punishments, it won't) and allows him to position the tub directly between her legs. She immediately releases a torrent of slightly yellow piss, which she has to **** off almost as quickly to avoid it overflowing, her buttocks clenching with the effort to stop before the pressure on her bladder has appreciably reduced.

The young man gently asks Lorelei to kneel down again. Slowly, savouring every moment, he lifts the tub to her mouth and pours the frothy amber liquid back inside the girl from which it emerged. As soon as she's swallowed, she thanks him for his help, but if she were hoping to repeat the process a few more times, she is to be disappointed, as he screws up the waxed paper and asks her to throw it away when she has the chance. He's about to walk away, when he glances down at his hand and then says something to Lorelei.