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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.”

the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms

skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with the emotional work it took to hold

voice was soft, and lips brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her

Beth whispered, squeezing

future or the past, there was only now,

She was wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the lace clung to the slick folds of

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

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not

now-bare ass, paused, as

ass. Then I’m going to fuck you as I

words were brutal, his plan containing none of the more obviously pleasurable elements of last

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

enough that

hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She moaned, arching her

clit to the

to come from the caning alone.” His voice was dark, the hand around her waist tightening. “I could bring you right to the edge of orgasm a thousand times, each time

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

would associate the caning

didn’t seem like

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

slipped from her pussy, and before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the

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 of

trained a submissive to come when I used the crop on her inner

did?” Beth couldn’t hide

tie her legs open and crop her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her

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