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Chapter 72

“Caning and choking.”

“Have you been caned before?”

“Yes, Master James.”

“Where?” He traced a pattern over the smooth fabric of the bustier with the tip of the cane.

Beth had to pause and think before replying. “My back and shoulders, thighs.”

“And did you enjoy it?” The cane dropped to her panties, catching on the lace.

“No, Master James.”

He stepped closer, his arm up to his shoulder now in the light. The cane slipped between her legs, pressing up on the sex.

“And do you think you’ll enjoy it now?”

Beth closed her eyes. A caning was brutal by anyone’s standards. She wasn’t a pain bottom, so for her the pleasure from a caning would have to come from the submissive aspect of it. With anyone else she would have said no, would have accepted the caning because that’s what a good submissive did.

Yet she knew, she knew, that with Master James even this otherwise terrifying implement of torture would lead to bone-melting pleasure.

“Beth, you didn’t answer my question.” There was a hint of chastisement in his voice. Instead of upsetting her, it pissed her off.

Her gaze snapped up, to the shadows where his face would be. “You know the answer to that.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

Beth jerked her chin to the side. “Why? You know how I react to you. You know I want…” More. I want to wear your collar.

The silence stretched, uncomfortable and tense.

“Take a small step backward, bend at the hips.” The cane guided her, pushing against her pussy. “Back up more. Arms together, bend your elbows.”

Beth was bent at the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper body weight, wrists higher than

in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of

bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier.

Beth whispered, squeezing

future or the past, there

panties, then inched them down. She was wet despite

you. I know how aroused you are. You should be terrified.

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of physical

roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the

your ass. Then I’m going to

of the more obviously pleasurable

the cane landed across the middle of both ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle,

than was bearable, but enough that she

pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his fingers dipped into her pussy, Beth

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She moaned, arching her

to the entrance of

edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on your ass.

her, curling to rub against her g-spot. Beth spread her legs more, rocking

associate the

this. That didn’t seem like his brand of

lost, so wrapped up, that

could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin.

in place a little. Her underwear tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy. He fucked her gently

come when I used the

Beth couldn’t hide her

except to tie her legs open and crop her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her suck me off, and lock her in a cage. If she wanted to come again she had to beg

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