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the opposite effect. Her knees went weak and she whirled to face the wall so fast she saw stars.
    Conrad sighed. “Thank you,” he said heavily and moved away.
    She didn't move or speak, but simply stared at the place where the outer stone wall met the wooden wall that served as a partition to their chamber. Her heart beat quickly in her chest as a tear slid down her nose. She had made a mistake. Several, really. And the last thing she wanted was an angry husband. She ought to go and beg forgiveness on her knees. Except she was supposed to be facing this corner. She should have said something when he'd barked. Should she say something now? Stay in her corner but tell him she was sorry? Nay, she was supposed to be contemplating the position she was in. It was a cursed one, she knew that much. She couldn't contemplate much beyond the throb of her tingling bottom, her dread of the strapping she had coming, and her fear that Sir Conrad would not forgive her.
    “Come here.” His voice was calm again. She turned and faced him. He sat in the same position on the bed, but this time had a leather strap lying next to him. She moved to stand before him, her thumbs worrying her pointer fingers at her sides. “Take off your shift.”
    Her belly tightened and though she would not have thought it possible, her heart thumped even harder against her ribs. She silently begged his mercy as her trembling fingers pulled off her covering. She pressed her elbows into her sides and hunched her shoulders, as if that would somehow offer protection from his burning gaze on her vulnerable, naked body.
    He stood and she took a step back to accommodate his towering height. “Sit,” he commanded.
    She was confused. “Sit?”
    “Aye.”
    She sat nervously on the edge of the bed where he had just been, feeling the residual warmth he left behind. He picked up the strap and towered over her. She was completely confused about what he planned to do to her, which only compounded her distress.
    “Lie back and lift your legs in the air.”
    “My legs?”
    “Aye.”
    She lowered herself to her back on the bed and raised her legs, only then realizing his intent. “Hold your legs back for me.”
    Her breath entered and exited shallowly as she fumbled to obey him, completely humiliated by the position. Her bottom was fully spread and exposed to him-- but even worse-- her sex was as well, and there was no place to hide her face from him. He held onto her crossed ankles and lifted the strap. She gasped before he brought it down smartly across her bottom. The pain screamed through her and her body jerked in response, her legs kicking against her arms, her bottom bobbing and tightening. He brought the strap down again and she cried out, her body jerking involuntarily. “Oww,” she moaned softly.
    Again the strap came down. This time he looked at her face afterward. She turned hers sharply away from him, wishing she had some way of hiding it. The leather bit into her tender flesh again and she began to weep. He continued to whip her, pausing between each stroke so that the pain was fully reverberating before the next one fell. It was horrible-- not just the searing pain, but the humiliation of it. She was not counting, but she guessed he had delivered a dozen or so strokes when he paused. “Do you hide things from your husband, Meriwyn?” he asked quietly. There was no malice or anger in his tone, but she still heard the warning notes.
    “No, sir.” She shook her head emphatically on the bed through her tears. “Never. I will never hide anything from you again,” she sobbed.
    She thought she saw his face soften, but he delivered another searing stripe across her raw orbs. “Do you lie to your husband, Meriwyn?”
    Again she rolled her head from side to side. “No, sir!”
    Again he brought the strap down on her unprotected bottom.
    “Do you submit to his authority over you?
    “Yes, sir!” she gasped. “Please, Conrad! I'll be good. I'll never