When i was working in Reno, Sparks, and Wendover Nevada areas, during high school, i got called on to give treatments to under performing agents suspected of favoring family or friends. There was a menu of sorts. I did not go to Carson City or Tahoe, but Gardenerville, and a few times to Virginia City. The bosses valued these people, and did not want to lose them, but needed them to know they were not as stupid as they looked. Options were laid out, the menu was one of them. This all got started in another more out of the way industry. But the courtesy of this type of reprimand got passed around, famously.
The wet ginger root was on the list, and to be caught and followed up by the powders if it happened again. For the first offence, a heavy talking to and watching a pair of film clips. The first was of where they got caught making a mess. The second was a tour of the treatment room in a Wendover basement. There were others before me, of course. A 35 mm talking film strip laying out their punishment of choice was part of the old hiring process and agreed upon.
Not to go into all the dread, that was not in my pay grade, but just say that when my cool water enema comes out, they want it, beg for it, make the sweetest sounds, and fall in love with me when i bring it in, suds running down the sides.
I personally comforted each offender, and easily got them to help me clean up the room. Some asked to buy me a sandwich and take me home for the night. Their butt still needed tenderness. I had products for that and would also give them the boss's speech again saying, your ass is supposed to burn all night. That butt was mine! And i cared for it.
One night, I was recognized at a play-offs basket ball game. Suddenly embraced, held tight, and thanks given with tears.