“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 her

back of her thigh, and she felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to

between the top of her panties and the bottom

whispered, squeezing her eyes

future or the past, there was only now, only this moment,

despite

aroused you are. You should be

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not

her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the things she

back. “I’m going to cane your ass. Then I’m

of the more obviously pleasurable

ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a

more than was bearable, but enough that she couldn’t

be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his fingers

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She moaned,

stroked their way from her clit to the entrance of her pussy

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

rub against her g-spot. Beth spread her

associate

her this. That didn’t seem

so wrapped up, that it would seem okay, seem

herself the cane lashed against her naked

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

when I used the

couldn’t

open and crop her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her suck me

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