她自称是妻子？拜托。克劳迪不工作，她不做饭，每天晚上我回家都只能看到冷盘子和凌乱的房子。我一直很耐心——太耐心了。今晚，我终于控制住了自己。

前一秒她还站在那里，嘴巴张得大大的，像是要顶嘴似的——下一秒，她就跪在地上，嘴里塞着口球，眼泪已经快要流出来了。我把她的手腕紧紧绑在椅子上，双腿并拢，赤脚被抬起来露出来。她知道接下来会发生什么。她感觉到了空气中传来的气息。

然后是第一鞭。

鞭子像闪电一样抽打着她的脚底——尖锐、迅猛、无情。她对着口球尖叫起来，身体抽搐，脚趾蜷缩。我没有停下来。十鞭之后没有。二十鞭之后也没有。每一鞭都比上一鞭响亮、有力、凶狠。她的脚变得通红，随着每一鞭抽打而抽搐，像暴风雨中的树叶一样颤抖。

她恳求道。她的眼神，她的呜咽，她挣扎着想要挣脱的身躯——真是可怜。我按住她，继续折磨她。一遍又一遍，直到她的脚底灼热难耐，直到她的呻吟变成了呜咽，直到她只能颤抖着，泪水顺着脸颊流淌。

这就是你不尊重我的下场。这就是你未能尽职的下场。你的身体是我的——我会用任何我认为合适的方式惩罚它。She calls herself a wife? Please. Cloudy doesn’t work, she doesn’t cook, and every night I come home to cold plates and a messy house. I’ve been patient — too patient. Tonight, I finally took control.


One second she was standing there, mouth open like she was gonna talk back — the next, she was on her knees, ballgag stuffed between her lips, tears already forming. I tied her wrists tight to the chair, legs together, bare feet lifted and exposed. She knew what was coming. She felt it in the air.


Then came the first strike.


The whip cracked across her soles like lightning — sharp, fast, unrelenting. She screamed into the gag, body jerking, toes curling. I didn’t stop. Not after ten lashes. Not after twenty. Each one louder, harder, meaner than the last. Her feet turned red-hot, twitching with every hit, trembling like leaves in a storm.


She begged. With her eyes, with her whimpers, with the way her body tried to squirm away — pathetic. I held her down and gave her more. Over and over, until her soles were blazing, until her moans became sobs, until all she could do was shake and leak tears down her cheeks.


This is what happens when you disrespect me. When you fail in your duty. Your body belongs to me — and I’ll discipline it however I see fit.