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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

Unable to balance the physical demands of this

between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier. Teeth nipped at the

Beth whispered, squeezing her

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

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

how aroused you are. You should be

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

But not of

had been roaming over her now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the

going to cane your ass. Then I’m going to fuck

containing none of the more obviously

blow of the cane landed across the middle of both ass cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and small thump barely audible before

than was bearable, but enough

too hot for the touch to be pleasant, but when he wrapped

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

She moaned, arching

way from her clit to the entrance

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

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

your body would associate the caning

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

so wrapped up, that it would

slipped 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 ass met thigh

dancing in place a little. Her underwear tangled around her ankles and she almost fell, but Master James again caught her, two fingers of

when I

did?” Beth couldn’t

except to tie 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

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