No, but it was only a matter of time

When the doctor put the control box on the desk, Rebecca started to gasp and tremble. Perspiration broke out on her forehead and all the colour drained from her vision. The voices of her parents and Grey seemed to be coming from very far away. Gradually, she became aware that their host had his hand on her shoulder and was telling her to take deep breaths. She tried to comply and slowly started to return to normal. Once the worst was past, Grey explained to her parents.

"It was just a mild panic attack. Perfectly normal when facing possible punishment and a sign that the device is effective. I'm sure we all agree that it's a good thing for a girl to be constantly terrified of getting into trouble, after all."

The parents nodded in agreement and Mr. Whymper picked up the control box, turning it over in his hands and noticing the apprehension in his daughter's face.

"I agree. It's clearly effective, so I don't think we need a demonstration of the shocks, but I do think you should carry this box with you at all times in case you need to be punished." The ginger student started to shake again and only just avoided being sick at the thought. "Would you mind showing us how it connects before we go?"

In a slight daze, Rebecca stood up and bared her genitals with no apparent shyness. Her hands were quivering so much she could barely take hold of the leads, but fortunately the magnets made them snap into place as soon as they were within three inches of the connection sites. For the first time, the patient realized they were in quite different places from the nurse's implants, both of them outside and slightly above her vagina, one on either side. Even with no voltage applied, she started to sob with apprehension, but her father didn't change his mind and pressed the release button instead of the one which would start administering shocks. She nearly collapsed with relief.

Doctor Grey confirmed that the young woman was fit to leave the clinic and should need no more medical care, although he reminded them that in the unlikely event that there was any sticky discharge from the nearly-invisible wounds, they should take her to see their GP. All three Whympers thanked him for his help and shook his hand on their way out. Rebecca even managed a smile, but it left her face as soon as the door shut behind them. She was very quiet and withdrawn on the journey home, staring at the control box cradled in her lap the whole way, in morbid fascination. She would love nothing more than to smash the dastardly device, but would instead treat it as one of her most precious possessions, because she had no illusions about the terrible consequences if anything happened to it.

She used the soreness of her throat as an excuse to say little over dinner and for the rest of the evening, although she completed her share of the housework without trouble. If she thought about it, she was still very sore from the operation, but like most young women, she was able to ignore such minor pain, thanks to frequently experiencing much greater suffering when being disciplined. She neither asked for nor was offered any pain relief and retired early to bed, at her parents' suggestion. She doubted she'd be able to sleep, but her day had been quite exhausting and she actually drifted off quite quickly and had a few blissful hours when she wasn't worrying about her next punishment.