"Hands and knees, follow me to the pew. Eyes ahead," He offered up the commands before turning and starting the short walk to the nearest bench, trusting her to do as much of that as she chose- or didn't want to be punished for. Crowley wasn't sure if she would go for the humiliation, or just the pain, but in any case, it would be a beautiful sight, once he was seated and awaiting her arrival.