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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.”

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

Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with the

was soft, and lips 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

squeezing her

future or the past, there

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

I know how aroused you are. You should be terrified. A

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of physical

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

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

none of the more obviously pleasurable elements

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

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

but when he wrapped one arm around her

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching

way from her clit to the entrance of her pussy

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

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

associate the

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

lost, so wrapped up, that it would seem okay,

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

caught her, two fingers of his free

trained a submissive to come when I

couldn’t hide

her on her knees, have her suck

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