“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,

Unable to balance the physical demands of this

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

Beth whispered, squeezing her

past, there was only now, only this

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

how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of physical

her now-bare ass, paused,

your ass. Then

brutal, his plan containing none of the more obviously pleasurable

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

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

when he wrapped one arm around her

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned,

from her clit to the entrance of

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

Beth spread

body would associate the caning

this. That didn’t seem like his brand of

so wrapped up, that

the cane lashed against her naked skin. This

tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking

when

did?” Beth couldn’t hide her

her knees, have her

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