It took sometime, until Belinda was able not just to sit down, but even put on any tight clothes again. And even then it was quite a while before she sat comfortably on anything but the softest of cushions. Her back recovered quickly then her buttocks. She was checking the marks on her body everyday and seeing them surely wasn't pleasurably.

Belinda was spending the weekend in her country house. In the evening she started getting ready to bed, so she walked into the bedroom, took off her clothes and looked at the mirror. Even after a month after her whipping, her plump buttocks were still covered with the stripes. Belinda wept bitterly and turned her back upon the mirror. Suddenly her weep changed into a howl. Belinda turned back at the mirror to saw, how her grumpy face shifting into a wolf's muzzle. The curse wasn't broken.