Janice you're my wife and, by god, if I have to whip you every night of our marriage I will if it teaches you to mind me."

The new bride cried out as the heavy leather strap connected with the tender round hills of her bottom once more. His wife for barely a day and already he thought it necessary to turn her on her stomach and punish her across the end of the hotel bed. Awash in self-pity, her tears flowed. How would she manage a lifetime of such treatment?