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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 than her

body. Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with the

skin between the top of her panties and

squeezing

past, there was only now, only

then inched them down. She was wet despite her

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

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not

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

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

none of the more

ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and

enough that she couldn’t stop

but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his fingers dipped into her pussy, Beth forgot about the

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching her

the entrance of

voice was dark, the hand around her waist tightening. “I could bring you right to the edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on

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

associate the caning

why he was telling her this. That didn’t seem like his brand of BDSM.

could get so lost, so wrapped up, that

pussy, and before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one

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 kind

come when I used the

Beth couldn’t hide

wouldn’t touch her except to tie her legs open and crop her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her suck me off,

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