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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.”

at the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor,

James laid his bare hand on the back of her thigh, and she felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with the emotional work it took to hold on to her anger, Beth gave in, laying

the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the

squeezing her eyes

future or the past, there was only

was wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the lace clung to the

know how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

not

roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as

cane your ass. Then I’m going

plan containing none of the more obviously pleasurable

ass cheeks. The cane was quiet

bearable, but enough that she couldn’t stop

was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his fingers dipped into her pussy,

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned,

their way from her clit to the entrance of her

times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on your ass. Eventually you’d be so desperate to come your body would use

g-spot. Beth spread

your body would associate the caning with

he was telling her this. That didn’t seem like

get so lost, so wrapped up, that it

the cane lashed against her naked

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 until her panting breaths of pain changed into a

when I used the crop on her inner

did?” Beth couldn’t

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

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