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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.”

not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper body weight, wrists higher than

to 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 on to her anger, Beth gave in, laying her cheek against her own

over the bare strip of skin between the top

Beth whispered, squeezing

or the past, there was only now, only this

She was wet despite

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

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of physical

which had been roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as

ass. Then I’m going to

his plan containing none of the

both ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared

but enough

The skin was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned,

her clit to the entrance of her pussy and

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 your ass. Eventually you’d be so desperate to come your body would use the pain as the final stimulus to

her g-spot. Beth spread her

your body would associate the caning with

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

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

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 fucked her gently until

a submissive to come when I

Beth couldn’t hide

her. She’d come just from that. Then I’d put her on her knees, have her suck me off,

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