Frank had left them entirely, though he didn’t know for how long. He imagined that he was getting a little chilly without pants, but part of him couldn’t help but get a little territorial in regards to his sweet little bitch, Suzy. Mordecai said it best…they were property. Not his property, but property. Period. He would have to trust these guys to do what they do best, and vice versa.<br/><br/>Watching the Rev get his fill of the smart bitch was entertaining in and of itself. He enjoyed the bit part he was able to play in building up the tension just before the whipping. The spreader bar, however, gave him a little hope for the night. He almost hoped she’d play it strong in the beginning…it was so much fun to see the breakdown of strength, but the obliteration of hope…damn, but was that a sight to behold.<br/><br/>The Rev knew he didn’t have no damn cane, but that didn’t stop him from playing along. In truth, he was more the…hands-on type. Instruments were handy, and his hands couldn’t inflict with as much damage or precision, but he was happier using them and happiest using his mind. Well, when he was busy twisting the minds of others. One should always have a goal in life, and to him, enslaving the mind was so much more valuable than enslaving bodies in shackles and chains.<br/><br/>But that didn’t mean it didn’t have its uses! One of which Jonesy was more than happy to apply to their neighborhood bank manager. He kept things cordial when he got near her…very businesslike. You wouldn’t have guessed that he still had a standing grudge from something that almost felt like it happened years ago. What a difference a change in scenery makes! No…there were still some hard feelings, and though turning her friends against her for a while, and this whipping would help with a few of them, it would only be the start.<br/><br/>When she started begging, well, things became a little less fun. She wasn’t scheduled to beg until about the 4th or 5th lash…they just don’t make them like they used to. After securing her ankles on the spreader bar, then making sure there was a good wide gap, he locked things in and stood up. His eyes would have seemed dead to her as he ignored what she said about Mordecai. Even if it was true, it was still just a desperate attempt to get her ass out of trouble. When  she spoke of decency, he replied “Oh, I am decent, Maddy. I like reading, movies, and nice walks on the beach. I like hot sex, cold beer, and room temperature beef jerky. I also like to hear you scream, and I’m decently pleased to know that will be coming soon”<br/><br/>He chuckled at that and backed away. Damned if he was going to get a taste of that whip with her. He raised an eyebrow<br/>