“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.”

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

contact along every nerve ending in her body. Unable to

top of her panties and the

squeezing her eyes

the future or the past, there was only now, only this

wet despite

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

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of physical

ass, paused, as if he heard the things

ass. Then I’m going to fuck you as I

of the more obviously pleasurable elements of last

blow of the cane landed across the middle of both ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle,

enough that she

his fingers gently along the 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

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching her

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

could 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

curling to rub against her g-spot. Beth spread her

would associate the

understand why he was telling her this. That didn’t seem like

up, that it

her naked skin. This one

she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her

to come when I

Beth couldn’t hide her

knees, have her suck me off, and lock her in a

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