I Break a Rule
I have to go the market today. I do not want to go. It is too easy to see the
welts on my upper thighs and even higher when the hem of my silks lifts as I
walk. There are four. It embarrasses me to even think that someone would see
evidence that I needed to be whipped.
Four hard lashes, given dispassionately, without anger. "I am so very fond of
you, Joy" he said after the fourth. "But if I need to, I will do it again." He
slept then almost immediately. I could not until too exhausted to keep my eyes
open.
What did I do that required whipping? I broke a rule important to him. What the
rule is does not matter ... it was important to him and I broke it.
The welts are evidence of my failure to be perfectly obedient.
There will be no dinner unless I leave the house.
Iris wore chalwars. Maybe she forgot a pair when she left Samsara.
I will wear them to the market.