Apply the rod of correction

With a sweep of your hand, you bring the riding crop down upon the dress-covered buttocks of Countess Narcissa.

She cries out softly with pain and delight, thanking you, begging you for mercy as you chastise her several more times.

You feel your ardour rise; you stop the punishment.

Tears in her eyes, the Countess turns on her knees towards you. She reaches out, unbuttons your breeches and tugs them down.

Your thick manhood springs forth and Narcissa eagerly grasps it with her fingers, begins moving the skin of the shaft back and forth.

You reach over, pull her skirts up with one hand to reveal her bare bottom. You slap her buttocks with the riding crop and she yelps her pleasure, pulling harder on your cock.

"I want you to cover my face with your seed," she says.

"If that is what you want," you reply, "then that is what you shall get."

She yelps again as you lay in three more swipes of punishment. Her buttocks have begun to turn pink. She jerks upon your cock, her tongue licking it, encircling its tip. "Mmm," she murmurs. "I love the way the big purple head appears and disappears in my grasp. Oh, look! It's tip glistens with juice. May I lick it off?"

She laps at the head of your cock again, her hot wet tongue licking off the pre-cum. Then she begins pumping anew and you feel your orgasm begin to build. You grunt and moan, yor breathing quick and heavy, and the Countess knows you're near.

"Yes! That's it! That's it!" she exclaims. "Do it to me now--!" She holds her face to you, opens her mouth.

As you explode, long thin streams of jism spew out, splattering Narcissa's cheek and forehead and nose, jettisoning into her mouth and dripping down her chin. Spasm after ecstatic spasm fires more hot liquid, covering her face just as she desired.