He shakes his head as best he can, not enthusiastic at all.  But, saying nothing in response, wanting to avoid any more pain or a gag.  He grits his teeth, as her finger traces around the ring holding his ass so open.  At least, she has removed the straps holding his cock prisoner.<br/><br/>Her hand goes to his breast, finger moving over the ring circling his nipple then rubbing it. A soft, almost inaudiable moan escaping him, followed by a whimper as that hand then cruelly squeezes his breast.  Jules can see as drops of his milk drip, one after another, to the ground below.<br/><br/>And there is a loud smack sounds thru the air as her hands lands on his ass once, then again and again, the blows going from one cheek, to the other, and back, until his whole ass is red.  He does squirm in her lap, not getting anywhere thanks to the hold on his cock.  His hands tugging, trying to get down, to stop the spanking.  To no effect.  Then, apparently satisified, she stops.  He barely feels her fingers as it teases his whole, still feeling the pain from all the slaps.<br/><br/>Resting there, he watches as she puts the plug under his breast, letting his milk drip all over it.  He squirms again in her lap as he feels the coldness press at his hole.  Unable to get away, as it is slowly pushed into him, then pulled back, the pushed back in.  He can feel himself getting harder as she moves it in and out of him, until one final time, it winds up planted in his ass, his rock hard cock held by her thighs.<br/><br/>Yelping at the last smack.  He nods his understanding, but he is not sure he hold it back, especially if she does anything more.  Hands clench up, as he tries to resist the urge to cum, but it is so strong...