The Reverend finished stretching his shoulder. He didn't really need to stretch his shoulder; hell, the whip would do all the real work. But he enjoyed making all those noises, letting the naked woman cuffed and spread in the corner think about the kind of ferocity that was going to get unleashed on her back.  He set the whip down for a moment and approached Princess from behind as Jonesy finished with the bar at her ankles.  "Yeah, Princess," he chuckled, "I'm a man of the cloth, so to speak."  He stepped very close to her now, his body pressed firmly against her from behind, letting his hips work a bit of lewd business against the small of her back, and he wrapped his hands around to her front, one teasing her right nipple lightly, the other slowly rubbing her tummy, almost like when he rubbed his own dog's tummy.  "Maybe not exactly the cloth you're thinking of.  My cloth is the one that wipes up a bloody mess, or maybe shuts up an annoying slut when she just can't take it anymore.  I'm a man of a useful cloth, not that shit you're thinking of."  He stroked a little lower with the hand on her tummy, and the fingers on her nipple started sqeezing... hard... then harder... "So, if you think you need a man of my kind of cloth, maybe you want me to gag the shit out of you, who knows, just say the word."  His hips gave her a sharp thrust, jerking her body a bit.  "Enjoy sweetie. I know we will."<br/><br/>He stepped back and crouched down.  He could see she was struggling to stay up on her toes, up off the cigarette burns on her feet. He stroked her straining calf muscles, scratching them gently.  Then he playfully slapped the exposed bottoms of her feet, just to watch what happened, and he laughed."Yes, this is gonna be fun Princess."<br/><br/>He stood up.  "Let's make sure she stays up on her toes like that. It stretches her legs so beautifully, makes me want to fuck the shit out of her ass right now."  He looked in the drawers, until he found a couple small blocks of wood and some sandpaper. He pushed a tack through the sandpaper, attaching a piece to the top of each small block of wood, with the rough side facing up. He came back to her, and showed her the blocks, reaching around and stroking them against her soft skin, her breast, her nipple, her cheek, the sandpaper scraping at her. "Your job is to be the very prettiest Princess you can be for us, to keep us hard and ready to rape you whenever we want. So, Pretty Princess, you'd better stay up on those toes, keep your legs all sexy like this. No matter how much we hurt you, no matter how tired your leg muscles get, you still gotta stay Pretty for your Masters."  Then he crouched down and slid the sandpaper blocks under her feet where they rested, her toes on the floor and her heels up in the air, leaving enough room to slip the blocks under her. "This is just to remind you, in case the pain makes you forget. You can thank us now, unless you want us to think you're an ungrateful bitch."<br/><br/>He got up, not bothering to wait to hear her undying gratitude. He could hear it just as well with the whip in his hand.  "Jonesy, you got the camera?  I'm going to want to send some snaps of this to the boys back home. They love posting shit like this on the internet."  He picked up the whip and made a test snap against the spreader bar between her ankles, the impact shaking her feet, and making her flinch, but not hitting her yet.<br/><br/>His heart was pounding. He'd never actually had the chance to do this before with a real whip like this. Sure, belts, sticks. A wire hanger.  One time he used a sock with a few coins in it. But this was the real thing.<br/><br/>"Oh, last rule Pretty Princess.  You need to count.  You know that right? Whenever you watch your internet porn, I'm sure you saw, the girl always has to count and say thank you, or she gets punished worse.  Any mistake, and you suffer more got it? That includes if you stop being pretty enough, if there is a brief second where you aren't making me want to rape the shit out of you -- and I mean that literally -- then you'll be sorry. Let's see, how high should we go? What do you think Jonesy?  Let me know when you think we're getting close."<br/><br/>He raised the whip and without any more delay lashed it right against her gorgeous ass, and watched her jerk and shake, listening to her response. "My God, did you hear that Jonesy, did you hear the sound of that tip biting into her ass?  I gotta see this."  He set the whip down and stepped closer. There were multiple red lines streaked close together from that single blow. "Whoaa, Jonesy, come here you gotta see Princess's ass."  They were scratches really, little biting scraping scratches from the frayed, barbed ends of the whip. He touched right where he knew it would hurt the most, feeling the heat, the texture of her abuse.<br/><br/>"Oh Princess, you didn't count and thank me fast enough. So now I have to go all 'man of the cloth' on your ass. He reached into his pocket and took out a little rag. Then he found the bottle he had seen earlier in the other drawer, and he came up behind her. He poured a bit of the bottle onto the cloth, letting her hear some liquid pouring, and then he began stroking the vinegar soaked rag against her first whip mark, wiping the scratch marks none too gently. "You can thank me now Princess. You can also start confessing your sins now. But we've got time. We've only just begun. Jonesy, you want to try the next one? It's a lot of fun."