Jules  can feel his cock throbbing in her hand, he is sooo close, so close to cumming, and then she stops.  He cannot stop a groan of frustration from getting out.  His hands clench up as she gives him a squeeze, and then moves off, leaving him there in his frustration.<br/><br/>He remains there on hands and knees, waiting for the blows to land.  There is a swish, and then the tip smacks on his still throbbing cock as it hangs there under him.  He winces, looking forward, he grits his teeth, determined to hold out, not to give her the satisification of seeing him suffer.<br/><br/>Blow after cruel blow lands on his cock, his balls, his thighs, his ass.  Each blow may only be a sting, but there is a seeming never ending series of them, and they land with no rhyme or reason to where they land, a randomness to where each lands.  One on his cock, the next to his anus, then two to his balls, then his thigh, his anus, and so on.<br/><br/>Forever the stings seem to be inflicted on him.  It is her laughter that alert him to his wiggling, as he seeks to move, to make the cane miss its mark.  His ass and thighs and cock all red from the ministrations of the cane.  He tries to hold out, knowing that she may stop using that cane, but some other torment will follow.  Still, he cannot stop his wiggling and whimpering, closing his eyes as she grinds down on his back, as she pleasures herself on him while she brings him pain.<br/><br/>Another blow lands on his balls, and he whimpers again.  "Uhnnn....  please... please mistress.... stop, I beg you, stop..."