We were into our second glass of wine as I admired a good deal of Erica's 36B, perfectly shaped breasts peeking out of the shirt. I thought that her ...ipple must be pretty close to appearing. She sat with her legs crossed so that I also enjoyed seeing her long legs exposed almost to her hip. I was a bit startled when the doorbell sounded.Erica said, “Who could that be?”I jumped up to answer the door as Erica pulled her shirt around her. She moved to a chair so that her back was to the door. “Okay. Since you insist on being punished for disobeying me – and seem determined to the point of even disobeying me about harming yourself – I will punish you.”She looked at me through her eyelashes, with just the hint of a smile at the corners of her lips.“But you’re not going to like it. Stay here.”I left the bedroom, went to my office, and got two of the most powerful weapons ever devised by humanity, plus a handful of other things, and returned.I took a lap desk from beside my bed, and. You are not a punching bag. What the fuck, you think I like hittin' you? Shit, I hope ta hell every time I do it, it's the last but it ain't. You like bein' hit. I do it 'cause you like it. It don't do jack an' shit for me. Ok? Got that?" I stomp out on to the balcony. Alex stays in the room.When Beth comes back a couple hours later, that's where we still are. She talks to Alex for a while. Then she comes out and sits with me."So what you fight 'bout?" she asks."He the masochist. I'm just. Here we go. My name swetha(name changed) and I am 33 years old and basically from Secunderabad. I am married.Well its a love marrage(Yes even it was a love marriage,we had sex only after marriage). My husband and I are college mates.We both are of same age and we got married in 2010 at the age of 27 and we are working in bangalore.(I am not writing our love story here as it is not about me and my husband,infact its abt me and my lovely BIL).Obviously parents did not like our marrage and are not.