The Reverend stepped close with a smile, "Jonesy, I would be delighted."  He stroked her cheek from behind with the coiled up whip now as he spoke.  His other hand now stroked her naked body, no more cloth now, just the raw contact of skin against skin.  Of course the skin of his hand was rough and strong, her skin soft, warm and quivering from a serious whipping, but that didn't stop him from reading her back like Braille.<br/><br/>And of course there was the matter of what Frank had been doing to her. He smirked at Jonesy, still leaning on her like she was just a lamppost to him.  "Men, I do believe this one's ripe. Ripe for the plucking.  Let's make sure she's good and plucked." He laughed, so pleased with his cleverness. It didn't take much when he was in a good mood.<br/><br/>"Guys, do you mind if we work over here, where there's a little more room?"  The Reverend put down his whip and dragged a rough wooden saw horse across the floor and set it in the middle of the room's open central space.  He shook his hand, teasing a splinter from his finger with his teeth as he walked back to the striped Princess. "Damn, those splinters hurt!" He stepped through, under her left arm, looking up into her eyes as he popped up in front of her in the gap between her and the corner, standing in the triangle of floor space formed by her outstretched arms and the two walls that supported her cuffed wrists.   "Ready for me to let you down, sweet Princess?  Oh, I bet those sandpaper blocks would really hurt if you stepped down on them. Hmmm, well, I'm sure you'll figure out something."<br/><br/>He could see her legs were shaking from having stayed up on her toes so long with her legs spread wide in the bar -- a very difficult position even for a person who hadn't been so brutally whipped.  He could see her body slumping wearily, her hands gripping the chains of her cuffs. "Hang in there, Princess, I've got you." He reached up and unhooked first her left cuff, and then her right. He could see her starting to fall forward, no longer supported by her arms, and stuck on the balls of her feet with her center of gravity too far out in front of her, and unable to rock back on her heels to stand, her knees too weak and shaky after her whipping to do much to help her.  As she started to topple forward, the Reverend stepped to the side rather than help her in any way, letting her topple to the floor face down in the corner, cuffs on her wrists flying as she barely avoided smashing her head into the walls. The Reverend just whistled as he stepped over the fallen Princess, "Graceful move, very nice. The East German judges give it a 2."  He reached down and swatted her bottom, hitting one of her whip marks. "No, don't get up, I've gotcha."<br/><br/>He gripped the middle of her spreader bar and dragged her face down across the floor and dumped her at the base of the wooden horse. "Hey, would you rather I drag you on your back? Stop all the whining and whimpering Princess. Now get up."  He knew she couldn't do it herself with her legs in the spreader, so he grabbed a nice handful of her thick dark hair with one hand, and gripped her between her legs with his other, and lifted. First he got her to all  fours, then back up on her toes, and then he let her slump forward, her hips across the saw horse. "Lovely, Princess, your ass looks just too good to pass up like this." He gave her another smart swat on the ass, and then grabbed the hand cuffs dangling from each of her wrists and began pulling them up behind her back, drawing them together and pulling up until her arms were straining up behind her, wrists together, pulling her up so her face was at the Reverend's thigh level.  He slipped both of the cuffs over one of the hooks dangling on a chain from the ceiling.  She was now nicely set up, her ass over the sawhorse, legs still forced wide by the bar, her body almost horizontal in front of the horse as she hung limp, most of her weight hanging on her arms pulled up behind her, head weakly drooping.<br/><br/>"Well, whaddya think guys? Anyone up for some serious plucking?"