“The whip didn’t stop whistling, doing it’s terrible job. Leonie lamented, cried madly, mingled her cries with sighs, vast sobs, snatches of sentences cut by her howls of pain. But the husband remained implacable. Neither the protests of devotion, of submission, nor the appellations of tenderness, nor the apologies for the insulting words uttered in a moment of bewilderment, nothing could soften him to the point of making him renounce the present task, to which he decidedly took a liking to.” – Excerpt from Le Fouet Conjugal