Jules does notice that she says that he will receive less punishment if he is a good boy.  Still, even is he is a good boy, he will be punished, just less.  Not that he can do much, tied up and held in the tight corset and collar, those straps holding his breasts and cock tightly.  He can wince and try to shake his head as her teeth nip and bite at him over and over.<br/><br/>Jules looks on as she moves off, cutting several stalks of bamboo.  Watching with trepidation as she swishes them around, to find the perfect instrument to inflict pain on him.  It is only a very small consolation, but as long as she is doing that, she is not causing him pain.<br/><br/>He gives another shake of his head.  He does not, does NOT, like to be punished.  Not that what he wants or likes matters.  There is something though, about the pose she strikes.  Jules gets onto his hands and knees, and crawls to her.  His breasts swaying with each move as he crawls, stopping at the spot indicated.  Closing his eyes, his ass such a tempting target for her.<br/><br/>Jules is surprised when he feels her hand stroking his cock.  He gives a soft, almost impercitible nod of his head.  "Yes, mistress," he says softly.  He shifts about as he kneels there on hands and knees, those hands of hers on his nipples and breasts feeling so good.<br/><br/>"Ohhhh..." Those fingers on him are so nice, so good.  So good, that Jules does not care about the part about making him more fitting.  Maybe he should, but not with the pleasure that she is bestowing on him.  Again he nods, then says softly back to her, "Yes mistress...  I understand...  I... I am sorry... I will try to be a good pet."<br/><br/>He groans as her hand moves up and down along the length of his hard, so hard cock.  Hips bucking, his cock moving in her hand, poking himself with the cane against his ass.  Trying to get every last bit of feeling, every last bit of pleasure from the hand as it moves over him.