You go home

You shake your head in response to your thoughts. You are not going to randomly ask someone out just because the sight of a caning excited you so. You will go home and think about the next steps there, ideally after finding out a bit more still about the Rulebook and what it can do. When Mr Brown thanks everyone for watching, you thank him back and leave in a seemly manner. Your clothes have indeed been delivered to the HR reception and with the relative privacy of only one disinterested and female observer, you get fully dressed again.

Although you are still sore, you are feeling largely "normal" as you leave the office. Nonetheless your thoughts start to drift to what else you can do with the Rulebook; while the design is working much as you hoped it would, there are a couple of things you consider fine-tuning or adding. The aftermath of the garbage-sorting punishment in particular may need to be sorted, you decide. You avoided it this time, but someone else did not... And who knows what may happen next to you too. You approach the nearest bench, one half of which is empty while the other is occupied by a middle-aged lady in a business attire not unlike the one you started your day in. She does not seem to mind, typing in concentration on her tablet. You put your bag down onto the bench surface, fish the Rulebook out and lay it open and bend over to start writing:

New Rule: there are ample public low-cost showering facilities primarily for the use of individuals punished with a period of full or partial nudity and/or unhygienic chores. These are placed in the open indoors or outdoors and afford no privacy for the users. Most users come voluntarily but some are sent to such after a punishment.

New Rule: the users of the public hygiene facilities may be subject to a hygiene check by any member of the public who observed their shower routine and found it insufficiently thorough.

There are more ideas swirling in your head but you decide it is enough for now; you need to see how this change works first. You tuck the Rulebook back into your bag and turn to start walking again only to collide with a hurrying girl getting a face full of blond hair. The girl drops the keep-cup she was carrying as you both stagger a step back. You see now she cannot be more than eighteen and she is visibly shorter than you, not something you get to note often about an adult; her breasts look positively huge on her tiny frame, though, something else you cannot fail to notice. Her blond hair reaches her shoulders and her face is round and almost childish, but burning with energy and determination.

"Right." Her tone is sharp and unyielding even as she says just the one word. "You need a lesson in watching where you are going, I need to get on my way. How about you pay for my coffee that you spilled, flip up your skirt, get six hand smacks from me, and we call it even?"