“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.”

done, Beth was bent at the waist, her torso not quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper body

the skin 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

bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and

whispered, squeezing

was no room for the future or the past, there was only

ass through the lace panties, then inched them down. She was wet despite her

how aroused you are.

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not

her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the things she didn’t

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

of the more

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

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

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

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned,

the entrance of

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

spread her legs more, rocking against his finger as much as

would associate

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

lost, so wrapped up, that it would seem okay, seem

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

little. Her underwear 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 her gently until her panting breaths of pain changed into a different kind of

trained a submissive to come when I

Beth couldn’t hide

her legs open and crop her. She’d come just from 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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