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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.”

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 balance the physical demands of this

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

squeezing

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

inched them down. She was wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the

can smell you. I know how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

not of

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

cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you as I

containing none of the more obviously pleasurable elements of last

was quiet compared to the crack of

but enough that she

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

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching her

to the entrance

right to the edge of orgasm a 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 final stimulus to

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

associate

didn’t understand why he was telling her this. That didn’t seem

wrapped up, that it would seem

could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the soft skin where ass met thigh at her

time dancing in place a little. Her underwear tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of

when I

couldn’t hide her

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

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