Peggy suddenly got a serious look on her face and stared directly into my eyes as
she spoke.  "Gloria, all that I ask of you tonight is that you keep your eyes
open and your mouth shut - unless I ask you a question.

"You have a pretty good idea what I have planned for Bill but you must realize
that Bill and I have been practicing this lifestyle for some time now.

"For this reason, Iím able to get rather severe with Bill when it comes to his
discipline.  Keep in mind that, as you know, I love him very much and would never
injure him.  Hurt him?  Yes.  Very much.  Injure him?  No."

Hearing Bill enter the house through the front door, Peggy called out to him.
"Iíll be out in a minute.  Go on down and get things ready."

With an immediate, "Yes, maíam.", from Bill, only seconds later I heard his steps
as he descended into the basement recreation room that I knew was there from
previous visits.

"While Bill is getting things ready, would you like a glass of wine or
something?"

"That sounds great.  I think Iíll need it before we are done.  Thanks."

We left the bedroom and headed down the hallway towards the kitchen. VIII

We entered the kitchen and Peggy took a bottle of chilled white wine from the
refrigerator.  I assumed that she would decant it and pour.

With a smile and a wink to me, she turned in the direction of the basement door
and called out to her husband. "Bill, come here."

"Yes, maíam.", I heard from the basement steps as Bill obviously hastened to
obey.

I donít know who was more surprised, Bill or I.  As he walked into the kitchen,
his eyes bugged out when he saw that Peggy was not alone.

The blush on his face was due, Iím sure, to both his attire (he was nude) and to
his "accessories" - leather straps around each wrist and ankle, with a silver
ringlet dangling from them.  I wondered if, also, he was embarrassed by the
realization that I was here to witness his punishment.

Peggy, an impish smile on her face, said, "Hurry up.  Youíve seen Gloria before. 
I told you this morning that I might have he over to watch your punishment
tonight.  Well, obviously, I decided that she could watch.

"She likes the idea of having Dave at her beck and call as I command and rule
over you."

Bill was more than a little bit flustered as he scampered over and picked up the
bottle and corkscrew.

Removing the cork and pouring two glasses, he handed Peggy her glass with a,
"Maíam.", and turned to me, setting my glass on the table before me and
stuttering, "Ma-Maíam."

I noticed that his cock was semi-hard and that pre-cum was already oozing out of
its tip.  Peggy also noticed.

"You must be looking forward to this.  I see that your cock has already started
to provide your refreshment.  Come over here."

Bill immediately walked over to Peggy and stood with his arms at his sides, his
head tilted downward with his gaze staring at the floor next to her.

With the fingertip of her right-hand index finger, Peggy reached down and removed
one pearly drop of jism from the groove of his circumcised cock-head.

Looking up at him with that same devilish smile, she extended the fingertip, and
its humiliating residue, to Bill.

With a quick glance in my direction, Bill opened his mouth, accepted the
intruding finger, and closed his lips around it.  I could see from the movements
of his mouth that he was suckling Peggyís finger as a child would suck their
motherís breast.

Removing her finger from Billís mouth with a "pop", Peggy then reached out with
both hands, one grasping his cock and the other cradling his balls. Beginning a
massaging motion with her hands, Peggy turned to me and explained.

"Itís terribly important to associate sexual pleasure with the pain of the
necessary discipline.  While Bill is not a true masochist - he doesnít get off on
the pain a bit - he is still excited by the knowledge that he is to be whipped
this evening.

"His mind doesnít think about this.  He knows only that if he is to be whipped,
he is also going to enjoy some rather intense sexual pleasure.

"True, he will pay dearly for this pleasure but his cock is too stupid to fret
much about the price.  It knows only that it likes to be stroked and is
unconcerned about the consequences.

"Unconcerned, that is, until after he has ejaculated.  Of course, by then, it
will be too late.  He will already be in bondage and committed to submitting to a
thorough thrashing.  Youíll see what I mean when we get downstairs."

While Peggy had been speaking, Billís cock in her palm had grown to a full
erection; its head slick and covered with the pre-cum that Peggy had spread over
it to allow for her teasing massage.  Without warning, Peggy stopped the motions
of her hands.

"Itís time for your punishment, Bill.  Go downstairs now and wait.  Gloria and I
will be down in a moment.  While youíre waiting, think about this.  Tonight, Iím
going to test your limits as never before.

"Iím going to show Gloria your tolerances that weíve worked so hard to increase
over the past months. Put more simply, Iím going to beat you harder and longer
than I have ever done before.  Now, go."

After Bill had left the room and returned to the basement, Peggy turned to me.

"Gloria, I want to be clear about why I asked you over this evening.  It is my
wish to give you a gift.  A gift of knowledge.

"Depending on how things go, I may invite you to observe and/or participate in
the future.  As I told you this morning, I have wished more than once in the past
six months that I could share this part of my life with you as I have shared all
other aspect of my life with you over the past twenty-plus years.

"I hope that youíll find this way of life as appealing as I have and come to
embrace the lifestyle in the same way that Bill and I have chosen.

"On the other hand, if anything happens tonight that you are uncomfortable with
or if you feel for any reason that you wish to leave, please do so.  I would
never wish to do anything that might have a negative impact upon our friendship. 
If I know you as well as I think that I do, some of the events before us tonight
might come as a surprise to you.  Hopefully, though, Iíll be able to introduce
you to parts of yourself, parts of your sexuality, that you possess but currently
deny.

"My suggestion is for you to go with the flow.  Whatever happens, I want you to
know that I love you as only a best friend of so many years can love another.

So saying, Peggy rose from her chair, signaled at the bottle of wine for me to
bring, and led the way to the basement steps.

As we descended into the basement, I had a feeling that I would never look at
Bill in quite the same way after the evening was over.

Peggy took command as soon as her foot hit the last step.  "Gloria, sit over on
the sofa where you can have a good view.  I hope to teach you how to tame your
man and teach him his placeÖhis place, of course, being on his knees, with his
tongue at least an inch or two up your ass.

"Bill, assume the position."

At this, Bill, who had been kneeling in the center of the room with his forehead
on the floor, got up and stood with his feet perhaps three feet apart and raised
his hands over his head.

I saw that there was a short length of chain suspended from an I-bolt in the
rafter above Billís head, to which Peggy promptly attached his wrists.

Kneeling down, she fastened each of his ankles to bolts which had been put into
the floor and stood back up.

Walking over to a card-table at the side of the room, she picked up a regular
ping-pong paddle from among the items there and returned to Billís side. Turning
to me, she continued with her instruction.

"Remember, Gloria, you must mix the pleasure and the pain.  The pain and the
pleasure.  Until the two become one in the mind of Dave, and he learns to crave
both of them together.  Watch carefully, Gloria."

And then, Peggy was paddling Billís ass with a vigor that was quickly verified by
his reactions.  Unlike earlier today, when the strokes of the paddle were more
measured, this time the paddle fell with a chilling rapidity.

No more than three to four seconds could have passed between the strokes and
Peggy must have delivered thirty or forty swats in the space of no more than
three minutes.

Although I knew better, I had the sense that Iíd held my breath since the
paddlingís beginning.  The sight of my best friendís husband, suspended from
their basement rafters, his buttocks ablaze from the effects of a ping-pong
paddle, was incredible.

In the space of a minute, Bill was reduced to tears.  Within another minute, he
was blubbering like a little boy.  Ten strokes later, and he began begging.

"Please, Peggy, not so hard.  Oh, God, not so fast.  Please, honey, can you stop
for a moment and give me a rest?  Oh, Peggy, Iím sorry."

Peggy, for her part, was impervious to his entreaties.  Ignoring his pleas, she
continued to swing the paddle as if she were chopping wood.

As Billís piteous crying and begging provided a vocal backdrop to the "smack,
splat, crack" of the paddleís contact with his inflamed bottom, I was able to
observe the systematic reddening of his punished skin.

The condition of his buttocks had worsened as the paddle took its toll.  The skin
of both cheeks was bright red as if sunburned and looked as if it would be hot to
the touch. The paddling stopped as abruptly as it had begun.  Peggy strode to the
table, set down the paddle and picked up a wide, leather strap. Returning to
Billís side, she allowed the strap to dangle from her right hand and reached to
his soft penis with her left.  As she began to speak, her left hand started her
teasing massage of his cockhead again.  I could see that his cock was beginning
to harden as Peggy started her crooning.

"Calm down now, Bill.  You know that weíve only begun.  Before the nightís over,
that little childís paddling will seem tame.  You know that, donít you?"

"Yes, maíam."

"Are you ready for the strap now, honey?"

"Yes, maíam."

These words were hardly out of his mouth before Peggy stepped back and let fly
with the strap.  If the paddling had seemed severe, the strap tended to redefine
the word.

The leather made contact with Billís naked rear with a sickening "splat" that
sounded horridly painful.  The evidence of the strapping was left in the form of
double-welts from both edges of the leather punishment instrument.

Whereas the paddling had been limited to the buttocks, Peggy began to work on
Billís hips and thighs with the whipping strap.

First, the outside of the right thigh.  Then, the inside of the left.  Next, to
the right hip.  Now, high up on the rear of the left thigh.  Then, back to the
buttocks.  On and on, the strap fell with a vengeance on the bruised and punished
flesh beneath its painful tip.

As with the paddle, Peggy swung the strap with not more than a few seconds
between strokes so that before Bill had recovered from the previous stroke, the
strap was falling again.

With the paddle, Bill had cried.  He had blubbered; he had shed tears.  With the
strap, he screamed.  "Please, Peggy, itís too much.  Please, not so hard. Please,
wait just a minute."

Peggy worked with a purpose.  Billís words fell on deaf ears as she labored with
the leather strap, covering his butt-cheeks, hips, and legs with a crisscrossing
network of welts.

Again, as with the paddle, she stopped after a few minutes.  As Peggy replaced
the strap to the table, I saw that she returned to Billís side with nothing in
her hands.

Bill continued to cry and writhe about from the effects of his punishment. His
buttocks and legs were in a constant motion as if he hoped to ease the pain of
his punished flesh.

Peggyís left hand again went to his cock as her right hand began stroking the
surface of his inflamed ass.  "Poor baby.  I know that it hurts you terribly.
But, you know that it will hurt much more before we are through tonight."

She turned to me as she continued to stroke Bill, speaking to me for the first
time since beginning Billís punishment session.

"Gloria, as I explained before, it is important to condition Dave to associate
pain with pleasure.  As I stroke Billís cock, his body is registering pleasure
from my hands.

"At the same time, his ass is on fire from the first part of his whipping. Part
of him wants to cum.  Another part knows that the whipping that heís about to
receive after he gets off will make what he just went through a walk in the park.

"The bottom line, though, excuse the pun, is that Bill has been trained to be
obedient.  For that reason, when I instruct him to cum, he will.  Watch this."

Turning her attention back to her husband, Peggy looked in straight in the eye
and spoke to him softly and seductively.  "I want you to cum for me now, Bill. I
want you to fill my hands with your cum so that I can feed it to you.  Do you
want to cum now?"

"Yes, maíam."

"What am I going to do after you cum?"

"Make me lick you hands clean, maíam."

"And, after you have licked your cum from my hands, what will you say?"

"Please whip my ass until it bleeds, maíam."

Peggyís hands never stopped their continuous stroking of Billís cock and
squeezing of his inflamed ass-cheeks as she carried on this bizarre conversation
with him.

"I want to whip you very, very hard after your orgasm, Bill.  I told you before
that I want to show Gloria how far we have progressed with your training in the
last six months.

"Do I have your permission to whip you as hard as I want to and to ignore your
pleas for mercy as I do so?"

"Yes, maíam."

"I want to hear you say it, Bill.  Tell me what you want me to do after you lick
your cum from my hands."

"Please make me cum and then whip me as hard and as long as you wish to, maíam. 
If I should beg you for mercy, please promise me that you will ignore my begging
and show no mercy."

"I promise, Bill.  Now, I want you to cum for me."

As Peggy continued to massage the head of his cock, it was obvious from the
churning of his hips that his orgasm was close.

Suddenly, his body tensed and a submissive whimper escaped his lips as his cock
began shooting jets of jism into Peggyís waiting palm.

Her hand quickly filling with his ejaculate, she removed her right hand from his
butt and brought it into play at the end of his cock.

I saw that both of her hands were filled to cupped-palm capacity as she raised
first one and then the other to Billís mouth and held them steady as his tongue
laved their contents.

I was amazed to see that as she placed her hands at his lips, he didnít stall or
take his time.  He behaved like he was starving and that the cum was
life-sustaining as he hastened to lick and suck the contents of each hand until
they were clean.

Turning to me as she walked over to the table, Peggy spoke.

"You should commence with the punishment whipping as soon as possible after
Daveís ejaculation to maximize the pain.

"Because of the severity of the whipping, Iíll be using a ball gag.  The sound of
his screams would be distracting and I want him to know that not only will I
ignore his please, I wonít even hear them through his gag."

Standing next to Bill, Peggy looked into his eyes and said, simply, "Bill?".

Immediately, his response could be heard.  "Please, maíam, whip my ass until it
bleeds.  Please show no mercyÖ"

At this, his voice broke and he began crying before she had even started his
caning.  Jesus.  I guessed that he had a pretty good idea of the pain that was
soon to come!

"Öand whip me as hard and as long as you wish to."

Peggy didnít even reply to Bill as she fastened the gag into place around the
back of his head.  As I watched Peggy buckle the gag in place, I looked at Billís
ass and legs and was almost sympathetic to his plight.

The skin from his waist to his knees was varying shades of red.  Across this
background of red was a mosaic of welts that had begun to swell in the aftermath
of his paddling and strapping.

I imagined that a light spanking on that already punished flesh would be terribly
painful.  As I waited for Peggy to continue with his correction, I guessed that a
light spanking was not what she had in mind for him.

Gag fastened in place, Peggy returned to the table and picked up what appeared to
be the end of a can fishing pole.  "Itís what it looks like - the end of a can
fishing pole.  Iíve found for shear sting and cutting action there is nothing
better.

"When Billís at work tomorrow during the day, he will remember tonight each time
that he shifts in his chair. Watch, youíll see what I mean."

Taking a position perhaps three feet to the side of Billís nude body, Peggy
extended her arm and merely touched the business end of the can to his quivering
cheeks.

I say that his cheeks were quivering.  It would be more accurate to say that his
entire body was quivering.  From waist to ankles Bill was shivering as if he
would caught with a terrible chill.

It was obvious that Bill had been in this position before and knew full well what
to expect.  Also obvious was the fact that what he expected was causing him great
distress.  Before Peggy had even started the caning!

The cane was maybe three feet long.  After Peggy had touched it to Billís butt,
she made several whipping motions with it in the air behind him.

The sound of the cane whistling through the air behind him caused a visible
response from Bill as his shaking increased.  As Peggy made these practice
swings, I could see that the can was very flexible and I imagined that it would
sting terribly.

Finally, she began.  Where the paddle and the strap had been delivered in a rush,
the cane fell with perhaps thirty seconds between strokes.  Each stroke left a
hellish welt and most broke the skin with little beads of blood along the length
of the welt.

Billís groans and cries under the gag were almost animal-like.  After
half-a-dozen strokes of the cane, Peggy stopped the whipping and walked to his
side.

Even though the swing of the cane had ceased, Bill continued to squirm about
within the confines of his bindings and whimper beneath his gag.

As Peggy stood next to him, she reached down to his flaccid penis and fondled it.
 As she massaged his genitals, she crooned to him.  "Does it hurt awfully, Bill? 
I hope so.  I want you to fear me.  Without the pain you would probably get
yourself into so much more trouble.

"With the pain, you know that you must be obedient and all will be well.  Are you
embarrassed by Gloria watching?  Maybe some day, she will have Dave in your place
and I will be able to hear him cry and see the welts spring up on the skin of his
buttocks.

"Gloria doubts that Dave will be willing to go along with this program.  But you
know better.  You know how horny a man is and to what lengths he will go in order
to have the sexual relief that he craves.

"Now, for instance, your cock is hardening as I speak.  You know that your caning
has just begun and that, momentarily, I will resume.

"You know how very much it will hurt your ass and thighs but you still get
excited.  I guess that is why people say that men think with their dicks?  Do you
think?"

While Peggy spoke, I was able to gather my thoughts somewhat.  Without the sounds
of the paddle, strap, and cane connecting with bare flesh, and the resultant
crying and carrying on that these evinced in Bill, I was able to think.

In a word, I was hornier than a snake.  While Peggy had been whipping Bill, I had
felt like a voyeur.  I had never been keen on X-rated movies and such, but the
witnessing of his correction had been like an aphrodisiac.

The thought of having Dave in the same position that Bill now occupied, was more
than a little appealing.  The thought of having Dave as my personal sexual
servant was a turn-on beyond my experience.

Bill, for his part, was becoming more aroused.  Peggy had managed to bring his
cock to a full erection and I wondered if she was going to take him to completion
again before continuing with the cane.

I found myself hoping that she would make him cum again before she continued.
When I questioned my feelings, I was a bit shocked to realize that I wanted the
cane to hurt more.

I didnít begin to understand this.  I had no ill feelings towards Bill and had
never felt any animus towards him before.  Why, then, did I want the can to hurt
more?

Never having faced such issues before tonight, I was unprepared for the feelings
that his subjugation and humiliation had wrought in me.  My musings were cut
short when I heard my friend speak.

"Should I make you cum again before I continue, Bill?  I just might do so before
I finish with your caning.  It depends, partly, on how well you comport yourself
during the remainder of your punishment.

"I want you to make me proud of you.  Try to steel yourself against the pain of
the caneís kiss.  Try not to be such a wimp.  Time to start again, now."

As Peggy released his penis from her grasp and stepped back into her whipping
position, it bobbed straight up with a pearl of semen at its "eye".

I was positively shocked to think that I would like to take Billís cock into my
mouth and make him cum.  I had never entertained the slightest licentious thought
with regard to Bill and certainly would never have thought that I would fantasize
giving him head!

My thoughts came to a screeching halt when I heard the sound of the cane slicing
through the air and connecting with ass-flesh.

The skin of Billís buttocks contracted in response to the muscles beneath that
sought to ease the pain of the caning by spasming.

Peggy had only given Bill maybe eight or ten cuts with the cane at this point and
I wondered how long the punishment would continue.  I wished, although I could
not understand the thought at the time, that the gag were not in place. Instead,
I wished that I could hear Bill cry and beg for mercy.  Beg for mercy, so that
Peggy could deny it.

As Peggy had resumed his whipping, Bill had reacted by losing his erection within
two strokes.  By five strokes, his dick was as limp as a dishrag and it was
obvious that pleasure was not his guiding emotion at this point.

Suddenly, Peggy started swinging the cane with the same rapidity that she had
used with the paddle and the strap.  With not more than a few seconds between
strokes, she delivered perhaps a dozen cuts in quick succession.

During this volley, Bill seemingly tried to break from his bonds.  His wrists
pulled against the straps confining them and the chains above his head rattled
with his futile attempts.

When Peggy aimed the cane at his vulnerable inner thighs, he seemed to try to
bring his legs together in a futile attempt to avoid the punishment of this
obviously sensitive area of flesh.  The straps around each ankle, of course,
prevented any such defense on his part.

Although Billís ass was the reddest part of his body - a result of the paddle and
strap having been applied prior to the cane - the blows to his inner thighs
seemed to be causing him the most distress.

The caneís cutting action that Peggy had spoken of was now evident in the state
of his legs.  Where the cane had made contact, welts had instantly sprung up with
big lumps at the end of each welt where the end of the cane had made its contact
with the skin.

Most of these lumps were spotted with blood and the lines of the welts showed
beads of blood here and there along their lengths.

After this volley of cuts, Peggy again approached the hanging, nude body that she
had been working on for what seemed like hours but was probably less than a
half-hour.

As before, when she reached his body, she grasped his cock in her left hand and
resumed her teasing massage.  This time, though, she dropped the cane on the
floor at her feet while she caressed her hurting husband.

Continuing her genital massage with her left hand, Peggy reached down and began
fondling the backs of his legs and buttocks with her right hand.

"Oh, my, Bill.  I think that your ass must be hotter than Iíve ever felt it. It
must feel like itís on fire, I bet.  Weíre almost done with your caning now and
in a moment Iíll finish you up.  Iím going to give you another dozen, all of them
across both cheeks of your ass."

When Peggy said this, I could hear Bill moan beneath his gag and there was no
mistaking the supplication implicit in the tone.  I had never considered how much
could be communicated with a gag in oneís mouth.  That moan had spoken volumes!

"I told you not to be a wimp, Bill.  That little moan will cost you an extra six
strokes with the cane.  Would you like to try for six more after those? Whatís
wrong, Bill?  Why donít I hear another moan?  Perhaps because you know that you
babyish begging will only buy you more punishment?

"Of course it is.  So, knowing how I would react to your pathetic moaning, why
did you make the first sound?  Do you maybe like this?"

During this fusillade of questions, Bill was totally silent.  He evidently know
that Peggy was asked her questions rhetorically and was not expecting a response
from him.

Not that, with a gag in his mouth, he was in any position to articulate his
feelings on the matter.  Quite the contrary.  It seemed that she was merely
demonstrating the power of her whip-hand over his will.

She knew, no doubt, that he would love to answer her.  But, she also knew the
fear that he had of her.  The fear of her caused by the reality that he was
helpless in his bondage and powerless to resist her further torment of his
hanging, nude body.

Amazingly, in spite of the impending caning that he knew was to come to his
already punished flesh, Bill again started thrusting his hips forward in response
to the ceaselessly teasing hands of his wife.

His cock again hard, I imagined how close he must be to a second orgasm and how
much he would regret it if he lost control and was made to endure these last
eighteen - God! - cuts after further draining of his lust.

Mercifully, Peggy let go of his cock before he lost his seed in her hand.
Bringing her left hand around to his ass to join her other hand, she began a
vigorous kneading of his buttocks with both hands.

The squeezing and hard massaging of his buttocks was obviously quite painful
after all that his ass had been put through in the last hour, but Bill remained
stoic - and silent - throughout this part of his ordeal.  He presumably realized
that Peggy would only add to his tally if he reacted unsatisfactorily.

As she suddenly released his ass-cheeks, Peggy stooped down and retrieved the
cane from the floor at her feet, stepping back again into her whipping position. 
"Say your prayers, Bill.  This is going to hurt you a whole lot more than it
hurts me!"

The next dozen cuts were delivered, again, to both buttocks and Bill, again, lost
his erection immediately.  In addition to the loss of tumidity, Bill began to
bawl again in that little-boy way that I had heard earlier.

Although the gag was firmly in place and it would have been impossible for Bill
to articulate himself in a coherent fashion, there was no mistaking the sounds
issuing from beneath the gag as the cane fell.

The dozen promised cuts delivered, I remembered the decreed extra six cuts and
knew that the whipping wasnít yet over.  "Well, Bill.  The whipping would be over
now if you had conducted yourself a bit more manfully during its execution.
"Remember the extra six?  Of course you do.  Remember how we deliver extra
punishment cuts?  Iím sure that you do." Peggy swung the cane harder than any
previous cut, this time across the back of Billís right thigh.  Before he could
recover from this undoubtedly excruciating stroke, she returned the cane to the
inside of the same thigh. Quickly stepping to his opposite side, she swung the
cane in a vicious arc to the back of his left thigh and then to the inside of the
same thigh.  Walking around to the front of his body, Peggy looked Bill in his
tear-filled eyes. "Look at me, Bill.  Donít you dare stop looking me in the eyes,
Bill." Without even needing to look in the direction of her aim, Peggy suddenly
swung the cane at the front of his thighs.  I thought, at first, that she was
going to whip his penis and wondered if that wouldnít injure such a sensitive and
vulnerable spot. I was somewhat relieved to see that she was merely applying the
last two cuts to the fronts of his thighs.  Swinging the cane one last time at
his other thigh, Peggy let it drop to the floor at her feet and stepped forward
immediately in front of Bill, not more than a foot away from his hanging nude
body. Looking over at me with a smile, Peggy "commanded", "Gloria, come over
here.". Later, after I had gone home, I would wonder why I had so instantly
obeyed her instructions.  Then, and later on in the evening.  For now, I merely
sprang from my seated position and joined her next to the nude and punished body
of her husband. Looking at Peggy with a questioning look on my face, I waited for
her to speak. "Gloria, if you want to go home now, that is all right with me and
Iíll understand.  Please donít feel that you must stay and longer.  On the other
hand, if you would be willing to help me out a bit, Iíd appreciate it." "What do
you want?  I want to help you." "Walk around here, in front of Bill, where he can
see you without turning his head. "Now, remove all of your clothing, slowly.  I
want to see what kind of reaction that it gets from my dear husband.  Bill, I
order you not to get hard.  If you are able to follow my order, Iíll not be
whipping you any more tonight. "If you fail in this test, Iíll be whipping you
later tonight so hard that youíll take your meals standing up for the next two
weeks.  Do you understand?" End of Book I, Part II, Welts, Female Domination In
An American Marriage