The Reverend gave the crawling woman one more kick, motivating her to enter the room as she stopped briefly at the door. This kick was right on her sexy ass rather than her feet.  "Just wanted to watch your ass jiggle one last time, sweet Princess, before it's all marked up and striped from the whip. You understand, don't you Princess?" as he followed her into the room. "Corner. Now." and he pointed to the back left corner. He had mounted brackets, one drilled into each wall.  They were higher than her head, and each was about 2 or 3 feet away from the actual corner itself. "Go on." and he gave her bottom a pleasant spank -- pleasant for him, stinging for her.<br/><br/>He followed her to the corner, and reached down to disconnect her leash from her pretty Princess collar. He tossed it behind him and then took a grip of just a bit of her hair, pulling upward so it would hurt quite a bit, but not hard enough to actually rip it out.  Enough to strongly motivate, but certainly not enough to do any of her work for her: standing up on those feet was her job now, not his.  "Come on Princess, this is your corner.  Time to stand up for me. Up you go." His hand did caress her side, her hip, enjoying her struggle to get up, knowing putting her foot on the floor was going to hurt like hell, and she'd probably only be able to stand on the balls of her feet or tip toes. He looked forward to seeing how she worked that out.<br/><br/>Once she was finally standing, he turned her. "Don't look at us, Princess. Did me or Jonesy say you should look at what we're gonna do to you? Turn around, face your corner."  Once she was no longer looking he quietly pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer in the workbench behind him and laid it across her shoulder, pleased that the metal was so cool from lying in the drawer.  "Take those and put it on your right wrist. Go on Princess." He gave her a bit of a swat across her bottom, making sure she knew there was no way out of this. "Do as I say or it will be even worse for your friends.  And we'll feed you birthday cake and soda pop in front of them while we do it, just to make sure the two of them know your role in it." He kept talking as she finally put the cuff to her wrist. "Now the other end. Attach it to the bracket up there to your side, up on the wall. Go ahead."<br/><br/>He waited and watched, and smacked her once more until she did it. Now she was trapped, facing the corner, her right arm cuffed to a wall bracket at her side, over her head.  The Reverend pulled out the second cuffs, letting her hear this one a little better. "I'll have to do this one myself, since it looks like you're in no position to do even such a simple thing as cuffing your own wrist now, Princess, but don't worry, baby, I'm here to take care of you." He was almost whispering this in her ear from behind now as he approached her.  "Wrist." he demanded. He tugged on her hair. "Don't make this harder on those other two than it has to be. You will suffer regardless, you and I both know that, but the question is how badly will<em>they </em>suffer while you eat your birthday cake."<br/><br/>He took her smaller wrist in his hand and snapped the metal around it, "Smart girl, very good." he stroked her hair, letting her know she made the right choice.  He moved to her left side, holding her cuffed left wrist, and lifted it up over her head, stretching it out to the bracket up on the other wall of the corner, to her left. He snapped it shut and stepped back. "Isn't she a lovely picture like that Jonesy? Like a canvas just waiting to get painted on?"  She was standing naked, facing the corner, with both arms raised out to her sides.  It was not so high that she<em>had</em>to go on tiptoes, but that was really the only way she'd be able to tolerate standing with those burns on he feet. That and a lot of helpless agonized squirming. And the tiptoes part would only work so long as her leg muscles held out.  At the same time, her arms were extended outward, but not so far that she couldn't pull them a bit this way and that, she was not taut in this position, but she would not leave it. She could not kneel from there. She could not protect herself with her arms.  She could not lean against the wall.  "What a lovely sight you are Princess. I'm so glad we have this time to play together."<br/><br/>He left her standing. He moved around the room, his footsteps audible. He didn't really do all that much except pick up the leash he'd dropped, close a few drawers he'd left open earlier, moving back and forth to her as he did this.  But he wanted to give her a few minutes to get used to her position, to give her muscles a little chance to wear themselves out from the anxiety of waiting and from the strain of trying to stay off her burned soles.  He stopped behind her briefly, and reached down to grab one of her ankles and pull it up behind her, bending her leg back at the knee and stretching her leg awkwardly so he could look more closely at the burn, touching it, and sucking in a breath. "Yeah, that's gotta hurt." He dropped the leg suddenly, and walked across the room to confer with Jonesy in hushed but clearly audible tones, asking if he had a cane they might be able to use.<br/><br/>But finally, he couldn't wait any longer. He took the whip, the one he'd promised her, and took it from its place where he'd left it earlier. He let it dangle against the ground, the sound of the leather strands hitting the floor quite distinct. He walked back to her slowly, watching her reaction to that noise, the sound as the strands dragged across the floor, his footsteps returning to her, each step like one more lost number in her countdown.<br/><br/>Finally he was at her back, stroking her hair. "I made you a promise, and I'm going to keep it.  You earned this, and I will give it to you. And then there is going to be so much more. The question, who will suffer, you? Or them?  We know there are more things you did not tell us.  If you cough up what the Boss needs, AND even the stuff you think he<em>doesn't</em>need and<em>doesn't</em>know about, then you will get the rest of the suffering.  But if you DON'T.  Or if I have to come back for more, because the Boss tells me you didn't give him EVERYTHING he needs, then you will get birthday cake, and they will get your presents instead of you."<br/><br/>He stroked the whip across her back gently, letting her feel it.  He took the frayed tip of one strand, rubbed it against her cheek, irritating her skin for sure, making sure she had time to contemplate what was about to happen to her, and what the consequences were for disappointing them.<br/><br/>"Oh, and one last important detail before you get the whipping you wanted. Jonesy, would you be kind enough to bring over the spreader bar and get her ready while I warm up my shoulder?  I really can't do a proper job under these conditions." And one last whisper to her, "Remember Princess. We want EVERYTHING.  Everything you know belongs to us now."