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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 together supporting

in her body. Unable to balance

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

whispered, squeezing

past, there was only now,

despite her efforts to ignore him, and the lace clung to the slick

know how aroused you are. You should be

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of

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

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

brutal, his plan containing none of

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

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

for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his fingers dipped into her pussy, Beth

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching

clit to the entrance of her pussy and back, moving with

of orgasm a thousand times, each time stopping

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

would associate the caning with

telling her this. That didn’t seem like

get so lost, so wrapped up, that it would

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

time dancing in place a little. Her underwear tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand

to come when I used the crop on her inner

couldn’t hide

that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her suck me off, and lock her in a cage. If she wanted to come again she had to beg me

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