Yes, but with precautions

You check the tablet's not using a password manager, then flip the blanket over your head while you log out of Rita's account and into your own, so she can't see your password. It's possible she has a keyboard sniffer installed, but you doubt she orchestrated this night just to steal your credentials. You navigate to your cousin's gallery and start scrolling through. At first, everything looks like you remember. Then, you notice a picture in which she and a female friend are both wearing shorts. You vaguely recall seeing this before, but you're almost certain their thighs didn't bear the tell-tale oval splotches from a wooden spoon spanking the last time you looked. You keep scrolling and find the first of just two nudes in the gallery. This one was taken by a boyfriend whilst your cousin was lying asleep on the bed, face down. It's more sweet than pornographic and her bum is partly covered by the corner of the top sheet anyway. You can see why she posted it, but now it's definitely changed from what you remember. She's still in the same position, but her wrists and ankles are lightly tied to the corners of the bed with fabric straps. You already know she's dabbled with bondage a few times, but she always keeps it private, or so you thought.

Feeling slightly worried, you keep scrolling. Your mind might be playing tricks on you, but although you don't see any other differences in your cousin, you think some of her friends might have changed subtly—a more risqué top here, a fashionable **** collar there. Then you come to the other nude.

Your cousin is sitting on a window seat, looking out into the distance. One knee is drawn up to her chin, the other leg outstretched. Honestly, it leaves nothing to the imagination, but you've always thought the picture was artistic enough that you never took her to task for it. However, in the photograph you remember, she didn't have a pair of clothes pegs on her labia.

This is obviously what Rita wants to see. You pull the blanket down and turn the screen towards her, but keep a firm grip on it so she can't take a screenshot without you knowing.

"This is the only full nude in her gallery," you explain. It's only a little lie, since you can't actually see anything intimate in the other one. Rita looks closely and reaches out to take the tablet, but you keep hold of it. Once she's had a good ogle, you log out and delete your user name from the autofill forms.

"What a pretty girl," she says, while you work. "You must introduce us the next time she's in town."

You promise to do so and hand back the device, which Rita puts to sleep before turning off the light and settling down for the night. Your throbbing bottom and aching clitoris do less to keep you awake than your racing mind. You don't know whether to be concerned or reassured by the changes you've seen. They suggest that bondage and spanking are perhaps a bit more mainstream than they used to be, but in a fairly low key way. The Rulebook probably had to do something to stop your company being swept away by a tide of righteous indignation when rumours of the new policy leak to the general public, but it seems to have done the minimum possible to make your rules work. You don't reach any firm conclusions before exhaustion finally overtakes you and you drift into oblivion.