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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.”

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

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

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

whispered, squeezing her eyes

past,

the lace panties, then inched them down. She was wet despite

know how aroused you are. You should be terrified.

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

not of

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

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

brutal, his plan containing none of the more obviously

cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to

was bearable, but enough that she couldn’t stop herself from

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

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching her

fingers stroked their way from her clit to the entrance of her pussy and back, moving with maddening

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

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

your body would associate the

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

so lost, so wrapped up, that it would seem

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

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 different

come when I used

couldn’t hide

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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