"I'll tell you what, my sweet little pin cushion. I'll make you a straight up deal." The Reverend found himself in a generous mood.  "I'm not going to leave you here all by your lonesome, just to tell the Boss to come back here because you<em>said</em>you would tell him the codes.  No.  I'm going to let you dictate them to me right now.  I'll right them down on this pad and give them to the Boss right when he gets back. But here's the deal:"<br/><br/>He stroked the whip handle up and down against her cunt, through her panties, as he talked, the barbed ends of the lashes still resting on her bare thighs.<br/><br/>"If you don't tell me the codes, all of them, right now, I will send this whip in there with a note telling the boys to whip your little friends -- in TERRIBLE places.  And we'll sign it with your name because it will be your choice to have them whipped for your benefit."<br/><br/>"OR, you can give me the codes, and then I will whip you instead of them. That is how you can save them.  You are right, and very smart for a cunt. Someone's getting whipped with this thing. You don't take a whip out in the first act unless someone's getting whipped in the third act. Or something like that.  So you can choose: you, or them.  But for it to be you, you gotta give me the codes, and right now.  BUT, if you give us the wrong codes, then your friends get whipped anyway, and you'll all get an extra little something just in your honor for being a dumb cunt. Don't be a dumb cunt."<br/><br/>"So?"  He continued teasing her between her legs, but he was whistling the Jeopardy theme.