Aicha's mother had told her to sleep without panties under her nightgown, "to let things breathe". This was anyway Aicha's habit when not having her period.

Aicha was getting used to wearing the device. She could still feel it pulling on her skin, as earrings would. The first full day with it was harrowing; every time she thought about it, she felt like crying. Going to the toilet was uncomfortable, in particular trying not to soil the device; Aicha almost broke down mentally when defecating. Walking in the street, Aicha wondered if passers-by could see what she was wearing, see her shame, though she rationally could see that with her spacious, loose dress (respectable women did not wear tight-fitting clothes!), nobody could guess.

Every evening, Aicha was to wash her bottom, including showering the "front", then sit in the basin of warm water with antiseptic soap. Her mother supervised her again for one evening, which was embarrassing. Even when alone, sitting in the basin was humiliating, though not physically unpleasant.

After one week had passed, Aicha was again taken to the clinic, to check if the skin had properly healed around the grips. She undressed, and was told to climb on the examination table and spread her legs. Then, the nurse invited her mother to practice unlocking and removing the device, which she did, though somewhat clumsily; the conversation made it apparent that she had been made to practice it the week before on the device alone.

At this point, Aicha impulsively got off the table and made for the screen behind which she had changed.

"Aicha!" called her mother.

"Aicha. If you run away, remember. No university. No money. Nothing."

Aicha quickly felt her genitals with her hand and checking their integrity as well as the little rings that held the device in place, began dressing, then thought about her predicament. Her parents could certainly throw her out of the family home, and then bye bye to the bourgeois lifestyle she had enjoyed.

"Come back onto the table."

Aicha, eyes on her feet, fuming, humiliated came back to the examination table. This time, the nurse strapped her in "to avoid risking harming you if you move again."

The nurse examined Aicha's genitals closely. "No signs of irritation, she tolerates the rings well. You can lock her up again. I'll help you."

Aicha's mother reinstalled the device under the nurse's guidance. "If you need to do it, I advise having her lying on a bed. Don't try with her standing."

Aicha was again locked up, and the straps were removed.

The return trip was embarrassingly silent. Aicha felt she had offended her mother with her attempted flight.

When they came back, they were only the two of them in the family house. "Aicha, wait for me in the living room."

Aicha saw her mother coming with a wooden spoon. The wooden spoon. Aicha stared at it, frightened.

"Mom, no! No!

— Oh, yes.

— But why??

— For trying to flee from the clinic. You would have brought dishonor on the family if you had not regained your senses.

— But I did not flee! I obeyed! I… I'm wearing that device.

— Right. But still, you made a scene in front of the nurse. Bend over the table and stick your bottom out.

— Mom!!!

— You deserve a spanking and you're going to take a spanking from me whenever you deserve one. Is this understood?"

Aicha looked at her mother. Then at her feet. Then, slowly, she turned around, bent at the waist over the table and stuck her bottom out, as expected of her.

Her mother hit her 8 times on the buttocks, over her clothing. Aicha heaved little gasps, and cried at the last strokes.