Lahiri and Narana had been imprudent, thinking that dusk would hide their frolicking. The two youth had been caught, and now they had to face the consequences. The rules of the tribe were clear — pre-marital sex was not admissible.

Narana had been taken to the women's common hut. There, she was confronted by Naaru, an older, severe woman, who ordered her to remove her loincloth. She was reluctant to do so, but it was clear that it would happen anyway. Then, Naaru brought her hand to Narana's crotch and told her to spread her feet. Narana complied. Naaru's finger found Narana's vaginal opening, which was evidently still moist and did not appear to offer the resistance expected of a virginal hymen. Naaru then tasted her finger; "no seed", she remarked. Perhaps the boy had been stopped in time, perhaps he knew not to spend himself and risk pregnancy.

There were a few couches there, in the women's hut, and Narana was ordered to lay in the hut for the night, instead of returning to her family hut. In the morning, a group of women led by Naaru entered the hut. Naaru ordered her to again remove her loincloth and lay back with legs spread open. What could Narana do? She complied. Naaru knelt, inspected her genitals, then again pushed a finger inside, then two fingers, as the other women looked intently. Then she raised, quipping "What do you think, Marona?". Marona then knelt and performed the same examination. Narana was burning in humiliation, and also discomfort, but did not dare object. Marona gave her verdict: "no virgin, and likely not the first time she did it". Naaru nodded "that's what I think too". Naaru met with the village chief. The sentence was not long to come.

Later in the morning, Lahiri and Narana were taken to the carpentry shop. There were trestles meant to support wood beams as the carpenters would work on it, and the men rearranged them. Narana was ordered to bend over a trestle and rest her chest on another. The position over the rough wood was uncomfortable enough even before she was tied in position using ropes. She felt her legs being spread; she tried to resist but there was little she could do. Her ankles were tied to the trestles, and her nether openings were for all to see.

She felt fingers entering her vagina, and a woman commenting that her hole was loose. Another woman did likewise, commenting "just like me after my wedding". After three women had satisfied their curiosity and taste for inflicting public humiliation, Naaru spoke.

"Now it is time to inflict the punishment."

The women had prepared the instruments of punishment: a stout vegetable root, not unlike a carrot, and a bowl of puréed hot peppers. Naaru took some pepper paste with her hand and rubbed it into the sensitive folds of Naruna's vulva. She applied a second dose, paying extra attention to the sensitive little knob at the bottom end of the slit. The burning sensation was intense, and Naruna felt like crying. Then, the root, covered in pepper paste and juice, was slowly pushed into her vagina.

"You preferred it when it was Lahiri, didn't you?" taunted Naaru, and the other villagers in attendence laughed and mocked the "harlot".

A loincloth was tied tight around her waist, with part of the clothing going in between her buttocks. It took a while to set it and tie it up properly; evidently the procedure was not applied so frequently that the women executioners were proficient in it. Naruna realized with horror that the purpose of the cloth was to prevent her from expelling the root that was burning her opening.

Naaru then started clapping her hands in a slow rhythm. After some claps; Naruna felt a sharp smack on her backside. She was being spanked! And the executioner and the audience tried to keep being rythmically synchronized. Lahiri, held by two men, was aghast, seeing his lover being chastised.

Naaru began chanting. "Narana has had a lover", and the audience repeated after her. "He put her penis in her." "But now she feels hot with pepper." "And spanked like a naughty daughter." By then Narana was weeping profusely. She had tried to keep herself from crying, but the burning, the painful spanking, the chants, the humiliation, all were too much and she began crying after each stroke.

The wide leather strap that was used on her was normally used to sharpen tools, but was put to good use, and her bottom and thighs was soon a reddish tone, with some welts, contrasting with the brownish colour of her skin. The man who applied the sentence was taking care to vary the direction of hitting.

Narana was crying profusely when she at last her Narana chant "And will you do it again, Narana?". She at first did not understand what was expected of her, but as another spank was applied and the question was repeated, she regained her senses and shouted "nooooo!".

Narana was then untied, but her predicament did not stop there. She was taken to the village square and her hands were tied to a beam in front of the chief's hut, as the pepper was still burning her private parts. She was to stay there until noon.

As Narana was being tied on the village square, then came Lahiri's turn. The women mixed some grease with the remaining of the pepper paste. His loincloth came off, and a woman pealed his foreskin back and applied the pepperish paste to his glans. He was then bent over the trestles and tied in the same position that his lover had been.

He felt his buttocks being pulled apart and the greasy tip of a root at his anus. "Push like you are pooping", ordered a woman, "or it will hurt more". He complied, and the root entered, burning his opening and his insides.

Lahiri had thought of himself as a brave young man, but he soon was crying, faster than Narana, as the crowd clapped hands and chanted "He put his penis in Narana." "Now he has the root in his bottom." "He is spanked like a naughty son.", and so on. He was almost howling in pain and humiliation when, at last, he heard: "Will you do it again?" and could answer "noooo!".

He too was taken to the village square and was tied near his lover, the root still inside his bottom. To make sure it would not be expelled, a loincloth was also tied around his waist and between his buttocks, the cloth going along his left groin, so as to leave is penis exposed for all to mock.

"I'm sure it will deter the others", said one woman to another. "When I was younger, something like that happened and for sure we did not try hanky panky for years after."