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“You’ve been very naughty, Princess. How shall I punish you? Shall I make you untidy?” His thumb brushed her mouth suggestively. “Cane you? or… otherwise?”
She had split his lip in her feigned struggles. But caning? “Untidiness, please, master.”
“You’re starting to like it aren’t you, Princess. The cane, then.”
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