Rabastan wasn't sure what annoyed him more, the fact that she was answering him back or the fact that she was taking his fun away. The end result was the same. He backhanded her without even asking Walden. While he wouldn't normally hurt someone's wife, this was really a lesson and the imprint of his ring on her cheek was hardly harmful.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her closer. "Hardly happy with your insolence. Your body belongs to your husband to do what he pleases. He decides if you be shaved or not, if you should shave yourself or someone should do it for you, if you should use spells or not." He cupped her crotch, pushing two fingers inside. "This belongs to him as well, to share as he pleases. He will decide how and why. Your only job is to keep your legs apart all the time, day and night."
He pulled her by her hair and pushed her into a chair. "Now, Walden, since she clearly doesn't think that her body belongs to you, you need to start teaching her this. Sure, there is magic, but that's almost too easy and they forget. Marks can be fixed by magic, you don't mar her, but they also stay longer."
He transfigured the chair: the back rest leaned back, the legs grew taller, the arm rest sprouted cuff that closed around her wrists, the side of the seat extended forward, vines snaked around her ankles before the two planks moved sideways, spreading her legs. When the change finished, she was strapped down, her shaved cunt facing them. Rabastan summoned a magazine that was there and transfigured it into a horse hair flogger. "Here," he said, offering the flogger to Walden. "I know it doesn't look painful, but the fine hair is coarse and they sting. The itching and pain will last long past tonight. Besides, there will be plenty of invisible lacerations, but your come will make her burn."