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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

along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to balance the physical demands of this position with the emotional work it took to hold on to her anger, Beth gave in, laying her

brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her

squeezing her

for the future or the past, there was only

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

can smell you. I know how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of

ass, paused, as if he heard

cane your ass. Then I’m going to

of the more

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

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

hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his side as his

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She moaned, arching her

stroked their way from her clit to the entrance of her pussy and

thousand times, each time stopping to lay a nice welt on your

g-spot. Beth spread her

your body would associate the

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

lost, so wrapped up, that it would seem

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

her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy. He

when I used the crop

Beth couldn’t hide

knees, have her suck me

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