Beaten by husband

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Xian entered the bedroom; her husband had already turned off the light. A distant light shone through the curtains, making the objects inside vaguely visible. She lifted the towel covering her husband's body and slipped inside. Her husband embraced her, his large hands slowly stroking down her shoulders and back. Suddenly, he said, "Why did you take so long?" His tone was accusatory. "I was showering in the bathroom!" Xian thought, "He clearly knows the answer." "You dare talk back to me! You want a beating?"... "Go, get me that stick!" Ah, so that's what it was! Xian felt an instant itch to the bone. No, no... she clung to her husband like a taffy, complaining inwardly, "Do I have to make someone bring me a stick to hit me? I'm so pathetic." "Are you going to take it or not? If you don't listen, I'll hit you one more time... two more times..." When her husband counted to "five," Xian hurriedly cried out, "I'll take it, I'll take it!" The stick was on the bedside table on her side; it was a thick bamboo strip, about 50 or 60 centimeters long and two fingers wide, polished very smoothly. She could reach it easily. "Take it!" She shoved it into her husband's hand, muttering, "You heartless devil..." She waited for her husband to tell her how she should be hit today. Who knew he wanted her to lie on the edge of the bed, kneel on the bed, or stand next to him while he hit her. "Lie on top of me!" Xian seemed to be sulking, but she still obediently lay on top of her husband. "Lift your nightgown up to your back, pull down your underwear." Hearing this command, Xian trembled and did as she was told, naked and exposed to the cool night air, making her both nervous and excited. "You... be gentle, you heartless bastard..." "Tell me yourself, do you want to be hit on the left or the right side first?" "It's all your fault," she muttered under her breath, "I hate you so much, you make me beg to be hit..." "Say it now, or I'll hit you three more times," her husband threatened. Xian quickly whispered, "Left side..." She buried her head in her husband's neck, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. The cool bamboo sliver moved across her full breasts, searching for the most plump spot. The tingling sensation made her body tremble slightly. This was the feeling her husband wanted. Finally, the bamboo sliver was raised into the air. "I'm going to start!" her husband warned. "Go easy on me!" Xian said angrily, her heart pounding in her throat. She closed her eyes, waiting for the bamboo sliver to strike her poor, smooth breasts. But the bamboo sliver didn't fall, and she became anxiously anticipating it... Just as her nerves relaxed for a moment, whoosh—smack! The bamboo sliver, with a tearing sound, struck her left testicle. "Ouch!" She cried out, as if branded with a hot iron. Her muscles tensed instantly, her legs kicked wildly, and her voluptuous body writhed against her husband. It was from pain, and also from her wantonness. Her husband chuckled, "Is it comfortable?" "You're heartless… I want to get down." Xian made a move to get down. "You dare! Besides, you didn't count just now, it doesn't count. From now on…" Whoosh—smack! The bamboo strip struck Xian's tender skin again. "One hit." Xian, her body convulsing and writhing, pitifully called out the number, otherwise the hit wouldn't count. The bamboo stick was raised high again. "I'm going to hit you again," her husband warned. Xian instinctively closed her eyes, bracing herself. But the bamboo stick only lightly grazed her. Just as Xian was wondering why the stick hadn't fallen heavily, it slammed down again with a whoosh, striking Xian hard on her right testicle. She jumped up, not even bothering to call out the number, and her husband happily announced that this hit didn't count! When Xian lay back down on her husband, tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob softly. Her husband then lowered the bamboo stick, gently stroking the mark on Xian's body with his fingers, and tenderly asked in her ear, "Does it hurt?" Xian gave her husband a reproachful look, half-shy and half-flirting. "What do you think?" her husband asked. "So, do you want me to hit you again?" Xian murmured in a voice as low as it could go, "It's all up to you, you heartless bastard!" Her husband said, "Seven more hits. Do you want me to count one less? But you can't shout anymore, and you can't come down again, okay?" Xian shyly agreed. Her husband grinned mischievously and said, "What if you break the rules?!" Xian was stunned. Her husband said smugly, "Then one doesn't count, and I'll hit you one more time!" "I've been tricked again!" Xian scolded herself inwardly and tensed up, ready to fight. Seeing Xian's nervousness, her husband smiled slightly and gently patted the wound on her body with the bamboo stick in his hand, saying, "Don't be nervous, relax." Just as Xian relaxed slightly, the bamboo stick struck her upper left side hard again, below the purple wound left by the first hit. Another red mark appeared. Xian was about to scream, but she held back and pitifully counted, "Two." But her husband immediately and mercilessly swung the bamboo stick a third time, striking hard between the two marks on Xian's upper left side. This time the blow was fast and fierce, and Xian finally lost control and screamed. Her husband said, "This one doesn't count, I'll add another one!" Xian protested, "You hit so hard, who can stand it!" Her husband said, "You dare to talk back? It looks like we'll have to use proper family discipline today! Choose one of the three methods." Xian immediately begged for mercy and pleaded in a sweet voice, "Husband, I was wrong, please forgive me, don't use family discipline. I promise I won't scream again." Her husband said, "Have I changed my mind? If you don't decide, do you want to try all three?" Xian hugged her husband and shook him. Looking at Xian's flushed face, a mixture of anger and joy, nervousness and shyness, her husband pulled her into his arms, nibbled on her earlobe, and whispered, "I'll give you one more minute. If you don't decide, all three will be done at once." Xian, overwhelmed with shame, whispered, "Then I'll choose number two, you heartless bastard..." (Why was Xian so afraid of the three forms of discipline? The family rules in Xian's home were established by him and her during their honeymoon. Number one was called "Green Silk Taming the Phoenix," which involved hanging her on a phoenix-exposing frame and whipping her with green silk. Number two was called "Proud Phoenix Bowing its Head," which involved lying face down on a phoenix-resting platform and being spanked. Number three was called "Phoenix Nodding its Head," which involved branding the flesh on her back with a small plum blossom-shaped brand, hence the name "Plum Blossom Brand." The pain of these three methods was incomparable to the previous bamboo spanking, and each involved at least fifteen strokes. If all three were done, she would surely faint. Therefore, Xian quickly chose one.) After Xian herself carried the torture device, which had been used to torture Ao Feng, to her husband, she stood with her hands hanging down beside the kang (a platform for sleeping on phoenixes), awaiting her husband's next instructions. "Same as always, twenty strokes if tied up, fifteen if you lie face down. The choice is yours," her husband said. (Why the difference of five strokes? Because if she wasn't tied up, besides the extra stroke for screaming or forgetting to count, struggling would also result in an extra stroke. Sometimes, she would actually get several more strokes.) After weighing her options for a moment, Xian said resentfully, "Tie her up!" The Wofengtai (卧凤台) was shaped like a flat cross, about 80 centimeters high. Xian obediently lay prone on it, and her husband wrapped thin nylon rope around her hands and feet several times, securing her firmly to the platform. The rope dug deep into the soft flesh of her wrists and ankles, rendering her completely immobile. Her husband gently lifted her chin, raising her tear-streaked face. Xian nervously closed her eyes. Her husband smiled slightly and gently kissed her cherry lips, placing a traditional Chinese medicine pillow under her chin to keep her head tilted back even as she was being beaten. (This is the origin of the saying "A proud phoenix finds it hard to bow her head.") After doing all this, her husband gently whispered in her ear, "Are you ready? I'm about to begin. Don't be afraid of the pain..." He then waved the "Jade Red Silk Staff" (a three-foot-long staff made of Xiangfei bamboo nourished with blood) in front of her eyes. A bamboo cane, half an inch in diameter, is often nourished by fresh blood during its growth. Its emerald green body is faintly tinged with red streaks. When it hits the body, it is extremely painful, but it only injures the skin and flesh and does not damage the muscles and bones.Because this staff had been nourished by the blood of their love, and because Xian often prostrated herself beneath it, shedding tears of passion, it was also known as "Lover's Blood" or "Lover's Tears." Her husband gently removed Xian's close-fitting clothes, exposing her entire body to the cool night air. Xian instinctively struggled a few times, but couldn't move at all; her husband had bound her tightly. She felt a sense of helplessness and shame, and the blush on her cheeks deepened. Her husband slid the bamboo staff back and forth across Xian's pink neck, tender back, upper body, and firm thighs. Xian began to tense up, her whole body rising and falling with her rapid breathing. Finally, the bamboo staff was raised in the air, but it didn't fall for a long time. Her husband thought for a moment, then placed a round pillow under Xian's lower abdomen, making her full, white breasts stand out. "This time it's really starting," her husband warned. Xian thought it was another game of playing hard to get, but this time he struck without warning. The jade staff lashed out hard at the wound on Xian's left hand, the pain excruciating. Xian gritted her teeth, suppressing her screams, and counted, "Twenty." Her husband was slightly surprised that she hadn't cried out, so he whispered a threat in her ear, "I'm going to get stronger, so be prepared!" Hearing this, Xian tensed even more, her muscles taut. Her husband, however, calmly used a goose feather to lightly stroke the soles of her soft feet a few times. Just as the tickling sensation brought a slight smile to Xian's tear-streaked face, "smack, smack, smack!" three times in quick succession, striking her upper right foot hard. Three raised red welts lined up neatly on her smooth skin, and Xian finally cried out. Not only did those three blows not count, but three more were to be added. Her husband leaned close to Xian's ear and asked smugly, "How many more?" Xian said resentfully, "Twenty-three." Her husband immediately said, "Good, you said it yourself." Xian realized her mistake and quickly corrected herself, "No, no, it's twenty-two." Her husband said smugly, "Too late, it's twenty-three." Thus, Xian not only received four blows for nothing, but the remaining number actually increased to twenty-three. Her husband didn't rush to strike, but gently patted Xian's pretty face and wiped away her tears with a silk handkerchief. He did this partly to comfort Xian's anxious heart, and partly to prolong the punishment and prevent the nerves in her skin from becoming numb from continuous beatings. After about a minute, her husband raised the bamboo cane high again. Xian took a deep breath and closed her eyes nervously. This time, the bamboo cane struck her upper left side, right between the first two wounds on her left side. The pain made Xian writhe all over, but she managed to hold back her cries and correctly called out the number: "Twenty-two..." By this time, including the first few blows with the bamboo cane, four swollen wounds had appeared on Xian's upper left side, and four more on her right side. Her husband tried the same trick again. He used a goose feather to scratch the sole of Xian's foot, then quickly slapped her left buttock three times. The three slaps were fast and hard, but Xian bravely endured them and gave the number: "Nineteen..." Her husband laughed and said, "You're very strong this time. Looks like I need to step up my game!" As he spoke, he walked up to Xian, gathered her long, flowing hair with both hands, and gently kissed her smooth, jade-like forehead. Then he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to hit you hard now..." Xian gave him a coquettish glare, then closed her pretty eyes, ready to fight. Her husband lightly brushed Xian's burning left buttock with a goose feather, making her think he was about to strike the wound a few more times. Instead, the next three blows landed viciously on her right side. These three blows were indeed heavier than the previous ones, but Xian performed quite well, only letting out a cry on the third blow. That left seventeen blows. However, by this time, Xian already had eight wounds on each side, spaced slightly apart. Because of these existing wounds, each subsequent lash would land on the old ones. Xian knew clearly the pain of the jade-red silk cane striking her already injured flesh, and she sobbed softly in fear. Her husband gently stroked Xian's smooth, pink back a few times, then handed her a cup of warm water. Xian was thirsty from the pain and several uncontrollable cries, which had depleted her body's fluids. This water was like nectar, nourishing her heart, and her emotions gradually stabilized. Her husband lifted Xian's beautiful chin with his left hand, and gently brushed the beads of sweat from the tip of her nose with his right index finger, saying, "Now that you've finished the water, we'll begin again." Her husband took out a black gauze scarf and blindfolded her, so that Xian couldn't see his movements out of the corner of her eye. He stood behind her, his bamboo cane sliding back and forth over her already bruised and battered body. This continuous sliding made Xian's heart leap into her throat, even though she couldn't see her husband's movements. But the cane didn't fall. Just when she could no longer tense up, "smack, smack!" Two blows, at a ninety-degree angle to the direction of the previous blows, struck her hard on both sides of her body. These two masterpieces were her husband's premeditated actions. When Xian's nerves relaxed, he struck her heavily on the sixteen wounds on both sides. How could Xian not scream in pain? Tears of grievance seeped out from under the gauze scarf. Thus, when the number of wounds on Xian's body increased to eighteen, she still had to endure a nineteenth blow. The swollen, raised wounds were reduced by only one, and who knew how many more would be added in the following torture because of her screams. Xian wanted to cling to her husband and beg him to stop hitting her, but her body was tightly bound. She could only plead in a voice filled with shame, "Husband, please forgive me this time. I promise I'll never talk back again..." Her husband said, "If you won't dare next time, I won't hit you. This time I hit you because of your mistake. If there's a next time, I'll hit you at least sixty times. Do you dare to do it again!" Saying this, he struck her left bruise hard, causing Xian's pretty face to twitch, but she finally endured it. However, Xian felt she couldn't bear the next blow. She begged her husband to gag her without making a sound. He patted her face and then asked with a wicked grin, "Gag her and she won't scream, that's a way of lessening the punishment. Seeing how much you're pleading, I'll agree, but it can only be yours or mine. Whose sock do you choose?" Xian was a very clean woman; she wouldn't even put her own socks in her mouth, let alone her husband's smelly ones. She firmly shook her head and said, "You can keep hitting me hard. Even if you beat mine to a pulp, I won't take my socks!" Knowing Xian's fastidious nature and moved by her strong will, her husband whispered in her ear, "Seeing how strong you are, I won't punish you any more if you scream again, but each of the remaining eighteen blows will be remembered for a long time!" The next blow landed flat on Xian's chest, making the already purplish-red welts swell even more. The pain made her scream again, and several screams made her once melodious voice hoarse. He massaged her numb hands and feet, and untied the blindfold. Seeing the light for the first time, Xian began to sob softly. Her husband picked her up and gently kissed her to silence her sobs. Upon reaching the bathroom, her husband gently placed Xian into the bathtub. Although the water temperature was just right, the initial contact of the water with the wounds still caused her a sharp pain. Once Xian had adjusted to the water temperature, her husband slowly increased it. The gradually rising water temperature helped Xian's tense nerves relax, and the pain from the wounds lessened… Twenty minutes later, her husband gently lifted Xian and laid her face down on the bath mat. His large hands began to tenderly caress her, from her delicate neck to her pink back, from her scarred body to her firm, rounded legs. Finally, he held her feet with his left hand and placed his right hand on the soles of her feet… She started scratching. As Xian struggled, her husband couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and amusement, recalling their wedding night… He gently asked, “Was the beating too hard today? Does the pain still hurt?” Xian’s already rosy cheeks turned even redder. She whispered in her husband’s ear, “I know you love me, my husband. Even if it hurts, I’m willing to accept it.” So her husband said, “Now that you’ve rested enough, shouldn’t we start the remaining seventeen strokes?” Xian immediately clung to her husband, pleading and acting coquettishly, but he quickly carried her out of the bathroom. When Xian was tied to the bed again, perhaps because she had just taken a hot shower, she felt the nylon rope digging deep into her flesh, causing excruciating pain. She was about to beg her husband to loosen the rope…Her husband, as if reading her mind, said, "The phoenix-binding technique must be tight." Then he slapped her hard and said, "I'll go clean up." He left, leaving Xian screaming in pain. Xian lay alone on the bed, nervously waiting. Recalling the beating she had just received, she felt both excited and sweet. She was afraid and nervous about the remaining seventeen blows, yet also mixed with some inexplicable anticipation. Just as her body trembled slightly with tension and anticipation, her husband quietly stood beside her. A sudden blow landed on Xian's already red upper left side. After a scream, Xian cried again. Her husband, afraid that continuous screaming would cause her throat to become congested, stopped and gently asked, "If you keep screaming, my lovely lark will turn into a female crow tomorrow. I'd better gag your cute little mouth, okay?" Xian said, "Then you have to use something clean." Her husband mischievously took something from the kitchen... Fang brought over a steamed bun and placed a spoonful of honey in the middle. Although honey can soothe a throat, such concentrated honey would only make Xian, who was sweating profusely, even thirstier. Her husband gently pried open Xian's beautiful little mouth with one hand and pressed the steamed bun onto her soft little tongue with the other. The steamed bun absorbed the saliva in Xian's mouth and swelled up even more, making her only able to make muffled sounds. Then, her husband raised the jade-red silk cane high and struck it five times in a row, leaving five parallel wounds on Xian's body from top to bottom. Because Xian's mouth was blocked by the steamed bun, she could only let out a series of indistinct moans, and two lines of tears streamed from her beautiful eyes. Her husband comforted her, "Only twelve left, be strong." Her husband, standing to Xian's left rear, raised the red silk cane again. Xian felt a surge of tension, her whole body trembling. He first gently patted her, and after she tensed and relaxed, he brought the cane down hard—five more blows in quick succession, striking her already bruised upper left side at a 45-degree angle. Xian struggled violently, desperately trying to shake off the pain. Her husband stopped, silently admiring her mermaid-like, alluring movements. When she finally calmed down, he struck her five more times, accurately hitting the same spot. Xian began her most ferocious struggle of the day. Her beautiful body… Her curves, bound by the Wofengtai (a type of bed), were as beautiful and enduring as the ripples on West Lake, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. Her husband removed the steamed bun from Xian's swollen mouth. Xian didn't scream; she just gasped for breath for a moment, then began to sob softly. Later, the sobs gradually subsided, leaving only low, delicate moans. After enjoying Xian's melodious, ethereal moans for a while, her husband untied her from the Wofengtai and held her in his arms. After a moment of tenderness, he said, "Two more strokes. I want you to hold onto the bed, bend over, and take the last two strokes, okay?" Xian shyly whispered in her husband's ear, "Yes, my husband." As she spoke, she brought her legs together and assumed the position. Her husband said, "The last two strikes will be a bit more difficult. If you move your arms and legs or make a sound, I'll hit you again as punishment, okay?" Xian said gently and charmingly, "I will obey my husband's orders. My husband, please punish me as you see fit." Her husband stood to Xian's right and swung the stick down hard, striking her diagonally on the most swollen and painful wound on her upper right side. Xian shuddered, suppressing a sound. Her husband patted her burning testicles and said, "One last time, you held back." The jade-green silk cane lashed down again quickly and viciously on the same spot. Xian jumped up, clutching her hands, and collapsed onto the bed, writhing and crying. Then, she stood up and assumed the position of receiving the blow, her legs trembling as she waited for her husband to strike her one last time. By this time, the wound was swollen as if it were about to bleed, but the ruthless husband struck the same spot a third time. This time, however, Xian only let out a soft cry. Her husband asked, "Now, do you think it counts?" "Looking at her husband's challenging gaze, Xian said firmly yet charmingly, "My lord, if you say hit me, I'll keep bending over. I'll let you hit me as many times as you want, even if you beat me to a pulp, I'll be willing, as long as you're happy." With that, Xian turned around and assumed her stance. However, her husband only lightly swung the bamboo stick, and Xian couldn't help but tremble. So, her husband simply patted Xian lightly and said, "Seeing how strong you are, your punishment ends here for today." Saying this, he pulled the still-moaning Xian into his arms, gently smoothing her flowing hair with his large hand, lightly kissing her jade-like forehead, and tenderly asking, "I hit you twenty-nine times today, did it hurt?" Xian gently chided, "..." "You hit me so hard, how could it not hurt? You heartless devil." Her husband said in a low voice, "You still dare to talk back. It seems you didn't hit me hard enough. I need to hit you a few more times..." In a panic, Xian quickly gave her husband a sweet kiss to seal his mouth and turned off the light.She collapsed onto the bed, writhing and sobbing. Then, she stood up and assumed the position to be beaten again, her legs trembling as she waited for her husband to strike her one last time. By this time, the wound was swollen as if it were about to bleed, but her ruthless husband struck the same spot a third time. This time, however, Xian only let out a soft cry. Her husband asked, "Do you say it counts now?" Looking at her husband's challenging gaze, Xian said firmly yet charmingly, "My lord, if you say hit me, I will continue to bend over, no matter how much you hit me, even if you beat me to a pulp." "I'm willing, as long as my husband is happy." With that, Xian turned around and assumed a pose. However, her husband only lightly waved the bamboo stick, and Xian couldn't help but tremble all over. So, her husband just lightly patted Xian with his hand and said, "Seeing how strong you are, your punishment for today ends here." As he spoke, he pulled Xian, who was still moaning softly, into his arms, smoothed her flowing hair with his large hand, and gently kissed Xian's jade-like forehead while asking tenderly, "I hit you twenty-nine times today, did it hurt?" Xian gently scolded, "You hit me so hard, how could it not hurt? You heartless devil." Her husband said in a low voice, "Still dare to talk back, it seems the hits weren't light enough, I have to hit you a few more times..." In a panic, Xian quickly offered a sweet kiss to seal her husband's mouth and turned off the light.She collapsed onto the bed, writhing and sobbing. Then, she stood up and assumed the position to be beaten again, her legs trembling as she waited for her husband to strike her one last time. By this time, the wound was swollen as if it were about to bleed, but her ruthless husband struck the same spot a third time. This time, however, Xian only let out a soft cry. Her husband asked, "Do you say it counts now?" Looking at her husband's challenging gaze, Xian said firmly yet charmingly, "My lord, if you say hit me, I will continue to bend over, no matter how much you hit me, even if you beat me to a pulp." "I'm willing, as long as my husband is happy." With that, Xian turned around and assumed a pose. However, her husband only lightly waved the bamboo stick, and Xian couldn't help but tremble all over. So, her husband just lightly patted Xian with his hand and said, "Seeing how strong you are, your punishment for today ends here." As he spoke, he pulled Xian, who was still moaning softly, into his arms, smoothed her flowing hair with his large hand, and gently kissed Xian's jade-like forehead while asking tenderly, "I hit you twenty-nine times today, did it hurt?" Xian gently scolded, "You hit me so hard, how could it not hurt? You heartless devil." Her husband said in a low voice, "Still dare to talk back, it seems the hits weren't light enough, I have to hit you a few more times..." In a panic, Xian quickly offered a sweet kiss to seal her husband's mouth and turned off the light.

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