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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.”

at the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper body weight,

the back of her thigh, and she felt the skin to skin contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to

top of her

squeezing her

future or the past, there was only now,

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

how aroused you are. You should be terrified. A caning will

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not

ass, paused, as if he heard the

cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck

of the more obviously pleasurable elements

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

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

mark he’d just left. The skin was too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight against his

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

Master James.” She moaned,

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

train you 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 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 push you

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

associate

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

wrapped up, that it would seem okay, seem

brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one was

tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her pussy. He fucked

a submissive to come when I used the crop

couldn’t hide her

her on her knees, have her suck

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