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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.”

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

of her thigh, and 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 in, laying her cheek against her own

strip of skin between the top

Beth whispered, squeezing her

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

wet despite her efforts to ignore him, and the

smell you. I know how aroused you are. You

“I know, Master James.”

“Are you scared?”

not of physical

now-bare ass, paused, as if he heard the

ass. Then I’m going to

his plan containing none of the more

cheeks. The cane was quiet compared to the crack of a paddle, the whistle and small thump barely

more than was bearable, but enough that she

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 against his side as his fingers dipped

“You’re very wet, Beth.”

James.” She moaned,

from her clit to the entrance

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

spread her legs more, rocking against his finger as much

body would associate the caning

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

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

slipped from her pussy, and before she could brace herself the cane lashed against her naked skin. This one

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

to come when I used the crop on her inner

did?” Beth couldn’t hide her

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

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