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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.”

quite parallel with the floor, her arms together supporting her upper body weight, wrists higher than

she felt 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 anger, Beth gave

soft, and lips brushed over the bare strip of skin between the top of her panties and the bottom of her bustier. Teeth nipped at

whispered, squeezing her

was no room for the future or the past,

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

aroused you are.

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

Master.” But not of physical

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

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

plan containing none of the more obviously pleasurable elements

The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and small thump barely audible before Beth

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

when he wrapped one arm

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned,

fingers stroked their way from her clit to the entrance

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

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

body would associate the caning with

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

up, that

her naked skin. This one was lower, striking the soft skin where ass met

caught her, two fingers of his free hand sinking into her

when I used the crop on her inner

Beth couldn’t

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

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