Jonesy stood by, wishing her had popcorn. Whips weren’t his thing, but seeing it get done…the anticipation growing as she half-hung, half-stood on those tippy toes of her…well, that was worth the price of admission! Then the Rev said something that made his enjoyment come to a screeching halt. Camera? He was supposed to have a camera? “I must have left it back at the lounge” he said off-handedly when asked about it. All the same, he wasn’t keen on having this broad’s person on the net. People had a tendency to notice too damn much when stuff was posted online.<br/><br/>He supposed it was just a sign of the times.<br/><br/>Now he was really aching for popcorn…and a fucking…and maybe even a little more of that lasagna. Violence always made him hungry. When asked how high to post the whip, he gave his best southern accent when he said “Give dat bitch ten lashes…that’ll hold ‘er. Spread em nice and even-like too” He wanted that pain all over her back for two reasons. One it was aesthetically pleasing to his eye, and two the damage would be less if spread around than if focused on one particular area, while not taking away from the bitch’s experience getting her smart ass whipped.<br/><br/>He actually jumped a bit when the first lash landed. He’d never heard a whip used in real life, and damn did it sound crisp! When he inspected the damage with the Rev, he nodded, assured the request he made was the right thing under the circumstances. Very nice, and very clean…he craned his neck to watch the smart bitch in agony as the vinegar was applied, and both did it look like it hurt! But she still had something to say “You hear that Rev? Bitch still has some fight in her…I guess that means we can continue. However…Maddy, right? Maddy…you should really debate on actually giving us what we need. See…we’re going to get it, if we have to pry it from your lips after we’re done with you, but if you do it while you still have the legs to carry you, then you save yourself a little pain.”<br/><br/>He doubted she would do what he asked, but he knew that part of her…the part that would want the whipping to stop, the pain to stop period, would be chipping away at that resolve. That was what he was talking to. He’d let her do the convincing and leave things at that. When offered a chance at the whip, Jonesy politely waved it off. “Please continue, Rev. I like to watch.” After all, he’d done his small part. When Frank finally got there, Jonesy chuckled “You just missed the trailers, bud, but you’re in time for the feature presentation!”<br/>