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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

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 her cheek

the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier. Teeth nipped at the line

squeezing her eyes

past,

her ass through the lace panties, then inched them down. She was wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the

aroused you

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not

had been roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as if

he stepped back. “I’m going to cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you as I

were brutal, his plan containing none of the more

cane landed across the middle of both ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and small thump barely audible before

enough that she couldn’t

James ran his fingers gently along the mark he’d just left. The skin was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned, arching

clit to the entrance of her pussy and back,

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

rub against her g-spot. Beth spread her legs more, rocking against his finger as

associate the

didn’t understand why he was telling her this. That didn’t seem like his brand of BDSM. Did he think that’s what she

wrapped up, that it would seem okay, seem

her pussy, and before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the soft skin where

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

to come when I used the crop on

did?” Beth couldn’t hide her

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

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