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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.”

waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper body weight, wrists higher

felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to

brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of

whispered, squeezing her eyes

no room for the future or the past,

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

you are.

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of physical

hands, which had been roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the things she

“I’m going to cane your ass. Then I’m

of the more obviously pleasurable

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

than was bearable, but enough

pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She

stroked their way from her clit to the

tightening. “I could bring you right to the edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt

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

your body would associate the caning

That didn’t seem like his brand of BDSM. Did he think that’s what

so wrapped up, that

the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower, striking

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

trained a submissive to come when I used the crop on

Beth couldn’t hide

just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her suck me off, and lock her in a cage. If

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