Whipped.

IRIS

"Are you ready?" The maid who had been assigned to get me ready asked me, and I nodded my head in affirmation. She had dressed me up in a white plain flowing dress, and my hair had been let loose to fall in its knotted mass.

As per instruction, I have been told not to put on make up or wear any Jewelry to dress fancy in any sort. I was meant to look natural without any artificial clothes.

Today was the day set aside for my ritual and I was utterly nervous. I couldn't sleep a wink last night because I hadn't fully comprehended what was about to happen yet. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how foolish I was to have agreed to this in the first place.

I wasn't fully his wife and our marriage was a sham, so why am I going through all this in the first place? What exactly was I trying to prove? Was this some kind of joke because I was beginning to think that I had lost my senses.

"I am ready," I responded, and she led me out. I was surprised to see other maids waiting f