Ricky:*grabs Jill's boob while making a funny whining noise and sticks his tounge down her throat* okay, remember to IM me as soon as you get home!
later that night....
Ricky: In an IM OMG you have been on for 5 minutes and you didn't IM me first! you're cheating on me! you were talking to some other guy! you don't love me! go back to your loser friends, I don't care!
as you can tell there is a lot more where that came from. anyways, Ricky's interogations cause Jill to cry and admit to fulfilling the accusations, even though they are not true. she apologizes profusely and Ricky brainwashes her into a plan of leaving her friends so it can just be the two of them, and in a matter of, hmm say 3 weeks, there is nothing left but JillandRicky, the famous inseparable couple who do nothing individually and have no other friends. but hey, that is just the kind of whipped I have encountered. usually the average isn't that bad (because the whipped spouse is SMART), and it ends on the IM freakouts.
Evolved human: did you hear that? it sounded like a pre-humanoid predecessor, giving off a mating call for antelope..!
2. To be utterly controlled or dominated by one's partner, as in girlfriend, boyfriend, or spouse.
Xander: What happened? Is this another tale of whipping?
Felipe: Yes! John was getting whipped by his girlfriend AGAIN. She told him to bring home a tree that she found on the ground from Wilmington to Atlanta, so he picked up the tree, put it in his lap, and held it there for four hours, and then dropped it in the middle of his driveway.
Xander: Yep. That's John for ya.