He was now on his knees, without a stitch on, his gaze downwards with a contrite expression as his wife scolded him at length, occasionally using the whip on his body, but not with any force that could harm his skin. 

Once she was done ranting, she threw away the whip and made him get up. 

"I know you wanted to save my mum by all means. But..." she sniffled before continuing her words, "....please don't ever do that again. I don't want to lose either of you," she said in a choked-up ...