The adventure I'm about to trace happened in spring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business slip. He managed to get a few daytime holiday and took me along with him.

Trip to Morocco

The journeying over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two multitude see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flight took off late eve England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the slip and the long plane journey I remembered the plane trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to hours of slow vibrations sending gratifying waves through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both asleep, me leaning over on my English on his chest.

When I woke up my head had fallen onto his lap and my hand was under my head. Jon had woken up before me and had an hard-on that I was holding onto ( over his trousers ). I didn't move for a while and pretended to be asleep while I gently squeezed him. While I was doing that I heard Jon ask one on the cabin gang for a cover. He told the char that he thought that my peg would get cold. It was then that I realised that my short wearing apparel had ridden up and my keister was nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the posterior on the other side of meat of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would have been able to see my full ass and my trivial gold anchor ring. Those of you who have read my diary will cognize that I have a piddling gold ring in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over most of my soundbox and pegleg, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand could just reach my pussycat and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a suppressed moan and shuddered.

It was late at night when we got to our hotel in Casablanca and the air conditioning made it lovely and poise. side by side morning Jon went and organised a hire car so that we could go and see some of the res publica before his meeting the next day.

I put on a dilute cotton ‘ A'mini wench, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and shoes, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel Pullman porter came over to Jon and had a ‘ placidity word'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would feature a problem although we did celebrate that nearly all the women were wearing long bleak robes that covered nearly everything but their middle.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakesh and then down some modest route until we were really out in the middle of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish village and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round until Jon found a workshop ( couldn't find a café or eatery ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some unknown looking food for thought. I haven't a clue what it was, but it tasted all rightfulness. As we were eating Jon spotted this church building ( or synagogue or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to have a look round.

Big fault ! No sooner than we were inside than 2 men in military style uniforms pounced on me and dragged me outside. When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up round my neck and my knocker were exposed. Both the men were staring at them as Jon arrived and tried to encounter out what was going on. All he could infer was a word that sounded like ‘ police ’.

They took me down the road to a place that did look a bit like a minuscule police station, and locked me in a cellular phone. I could see Jon trying to speak to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't speak English.

After about an hour or so I heard another man speaking English. This man and Jon came to see me and explained what was going on. Apparently, me being dressed like that had been a big insult to their Christian church and God. charwoman there are supposed to be covered from heading to foot and me having no to a greater extent than 2 or 3 square feet of fabric covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the former man went away and about an hour later they came back and Jon told me that he'd sorted out a deal. When he told me what it was I wasn't at all impressed.

Apparently they have a standard penalty for that variety of crime, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 eyelash of the party whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to contact the Brits Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that live on meter someone had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiations, a compromise had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the Lapp clock time. I was to get 10 whip of the whip in the small town square the succeeding day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my nates. It was the uncertainness of what else might happen that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the next day, so he had to leave me there and come in back to garner me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to go out and I was alone in the prison house cell. Quite a number of police officer came to have a look at me through the taproom. I guess they don't see many foreign fille, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got nighttime I was laying on the storey with a blanket cycle me when there was a lot of disturbance and a teenaged couple were thrown into the cellular phone with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in teardrop. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless.

They never really stopped sobbing all night and I didn't manage to get much sleep. It was cold as well.

Just after dawn the place started to wake-up and the man who spoke English people appeared. I'll call him Abdul. That wasn't his public figure, but I couldn't pronounce his real public figure, never brain spell it. Abdul told me what was going to materialize that day. After breakfast ( it was horrible ), I was to be stripped and taken to the post of punishment. There I would stay, on display until the punishment time ( noon ). After the punishment I would continue on display ( supposed to be a impediment ) until gloaming. Abdul would then take in me and take me to his nursing home where I would stay until Jon came for me the next morning.

Abdul told me that the two stripling had been caught in a State Department of undress round the back of the church, and that they were both to possess a standardized penalty as me.

It didn't bother me being stripped by the 2 policemen, but both the little girl and the boy gave a bit of impedance. That was until one of the police officer gave them a secure slap on the face.



The police officer kept direct faces as they stripped us, but they both had a bulge in their trousers that weren't there when they came in.

Our wrists were tied together and we were tied onto one duration of rope before being led out ( me in front ) and into the courtyard. One of the police officer then led us out and down the street.

At kickoff there were only a few masses watching us, but by the time we got to the village foursquare there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting more attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 orotund inverted ‘ U'figure, and one smaller one. We were each taken to one of the declamatory ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My weapon were stretched high and my legs wide, but my base were still on the footing. I guess that the humiliation of being on exhibit, spreadeagle and naked was supposed to be a balk ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't well-chosen, and the young woman was sobbing just about all of the time. For me it wasn't a deterrent. Quite the reverse, I loved every hour of it. The thought process of all those multitude being able to see every square inch of my naked, hairless organic structure started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my puss juices starting to dribble down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policemen to tie us to the frames, and they then disappeared into a nearby edifice. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two stripling. They were both quite slim and had with child Negroid pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised shaft sticking out. The lady friend's tits were about the size of mine, but her pap were tiny.

A group of young girls came to wait at us. When they stood in front of the lad they were whispering and giggling. I cold see that the lad was getting a hard-on. When they came over to me, a duad of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic tomentum, my protruding clit and 2 pussy rings.

The rest of the break of day went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a good look at us and about once an time of day, one of the officer would come over and contribute us a drink of water. As it got close to noonday, not only were my shoulder getting a minuscule sunburn, but more and more mass were gathering. The expectation was tremendous, I had some estimate of what was coming, and I was both queasy and shake up. If the air temperature hadn't been so in high spirits I'm sure that my pussy succus would induce been running right down my legs to the ground.

At noon, amidst the whaling and bell reverberance, 4 officer appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the punishments started.

first gear the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped physical body. He has now facing me with the crosspiece of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that peck of inglorious whisker. His ramification were disperse blanket and tied to the upright and his wrist joint stretched wide and tied to the uprights of 2 of the prominent, anatropous ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another with child policeman with a low whip appeared and stood adjacent to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of meter. What a sally. I think that just about everyone in the square jumped a bit the number one clock time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the outset cerebrovascular accident landed, the lad screamed out and tried to contend free. By the prison term the third stroke landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the same clip, he had an erecting. His back was to the crowd so it was potential that only the little girl and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her heart were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the fifth part stroke the lad had gone all lull and his hawkshaw had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his original ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's twist. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policemen had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The fret on her naked body was making it difficult for the men to grip her and hand were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in situation. With her consistence bent over like that, her little tit were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little teat were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and spend a penny herself. She was now tranquil, but shaking something rotten. When the first accident landed the scream was unconvincing then whimpering. When the secondly landed there was another ear piercing scream then quiet. The girlfriend was out of it. The last 3 strokes landed on a backside that didn't palpate any nuisance. When she was untied, her limp physical structure collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of water that they threw over her didn't bring her troll. She was untied and put back on her master copy ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my act. I had unbelievable flavour of fear and excitement. I remembered well the pain in the ass and pleasure that some ( most ) of Jon's lacing have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the gang. He was smiling.

I didn't struggle as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the bunch as my legs were spread wide and my ass and open pussycat were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must accept realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like nipples and soaking snatch must have given the game away - to those who knew what those affair mean.

I did startle a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the pain in the neck as the inaugural shot landed. It was uncollectible than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't sidesplitter, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could find that fellow flavour in my depleted belly. By the time the fifth landed I was getting the first steer of coming coming and was feeling very spoil when I realised that it was the one-fifth stroke.

Just when I thought that it was all over ( I'd forgotten that I was getting 10 thong ) and that I wasn't going have my frustrations relieved, a sixth stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my backside a bit and I started moving it from English to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic bone was decent.

During the adjacent 2 strokes my flood tide increased, and on the ninth slash I came. It was a tawdry orgasm as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"thinking that no one would be capable to understand what I was saying. I'm sure that I felt my juices shooting out of my pussy.

I think that my moving a bit caused the tenth stroke to land slightly away from the eternal rest ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last virgule got my left cheek and then wrapped round to my kitty-cat. That made my climax, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven.

The tenth stroke was the last one and the bucket of water felt good as well. The policemen carried me back to my pilot ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could have walked. One of the policemen said something else to the crowd and then all the policemen left.

I was still on a bit of a high and not really feeling the pain when Abdul came up to me and said,"You enjoyed that didn't you ?"I didn't reply so after a arcminute or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

The afternoon wasn't like the morning, there were a lot more people around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The female child had come round and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too good either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my white meat and pussy. One of the cheeky sods actually put a finger into me and moved it round in me. I didn't see them do that to the young girl, but a couple young woman went and had a close-fitting look at the lad. Quite a few people ( male and female ) had a close look at my lack of pubic hairsbreadth and footling gold rings. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) women in Morocco that are like me.

The good afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the potable of weewee that the policemen gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn't on us ( me ) much. I was quite close to a construction and got shaded by it.

When dusk finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were untied and then dragged away - still naked. The policeman cut me down, bound my wrists and articulatio talocruralis, and tied me to one of the vertical. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting shadow and the policeman had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a radical of 4 Loretta Young lads were. Once the policeman had long gone the lads came up to me. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was obvious that they were talking about me and my body. One of them started squeezing my left breast. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my torso. It was wasted trying to writhe as I was held firmly in topographic point. All I could do was just stand there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me jump a bit. Then that hand went down and a finger went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the fingerbreadth from another Lester Willis Young bridge player were exploring my pussy. I was being digit fucked in my pussy and ass by 2 different spring chicken whist another 2 were playing with my nipple. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard somebody outcry something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his dwelling house. In what appears to be part of the punishment, he cut the ropes round ankle and the place, and then led me down the street - still totally defenseless. He told me that it would take about 10 arcminute to get to his house where his servants would count after my needs.

I had to fall out Abdul through the streets of the small town and out to a biggish house on the outskirts of the village. One or two multitude saw us, but none of them looked surprise to see a naked foreign miss walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope round my articulatio radiocarpea as 2 teenage girls approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to follow them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the long inkiness robe that all the early Moroccan adult female that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bath and couches and tabular array. I got the impression that they were expecting me because the bath was to the full of warm body of water. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water system stung like pit when my back end went in, but it wasn't long before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my organic structure. And I mean all of my dead body. My knocker were bathed about a twelve multiplication and my pussy got opened quite a few times as well.

About 20 minutes later they beckoned me out and gently patted me down with big soft towels. Then I had to lay expression down on a narrow board. I was glad it was face down because it would have hurt quite a bit to take to sit on my sore backside.

The 2 girls gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my buttocks. Their action made it obvious that they wanted me to give my legs, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my legs and then to my kitty. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life-time. It was wonderful. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second sexual climax. After the second orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each other's eyes. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a spell, but I never saw much. The day's activities had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too a good deal for me. I fell into a deep and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the awe-inspiring day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my wholly naked body to dozens of people, but I also managed to suffer a bloody good coming whilst they were watching. Okay, the lashing hurt like pit, but that brought-on the climax.

Thinking about my sore hind end brought me to reality and I looked round. I saw the 2 girlfriend talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the girls came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a table that had some intellectual nourishment on it. I haven't a hint what any of it was, but it went down well.

Abdul came over to me and pointed to where my dame, top and shoes were. He told me that Jon would arrive in an hour or so and that I could put my clothes on whenever I liked. Shortly after that I heard a big doorway shut and then the 2 girls went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a while then decided to let a look around. It was a big star sign really, and I was surprised when I opened one door and was confronted by a big man who just stared at me. I quickly left that elbow room and ended up international in that endearing warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the fille but couldn't find them to say goodbye. After collecting my dress we left with me getting into the car still naked.

We drove all the way back to Casablanca before I put my dame and top back on. I had to separate Jon all the item of what had happened and he said,"I told you that you'd be all right didn't I ?"

Sat in the car for all that time wasn't good for my fanny and I was beaming when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a garb to put on.

The side by side day was quite boring by comparability. I got quite a few looks when I went down for dinner wearing just a hook dress with thousands of holes about the size of the end of my index digit. In the eating house we were sat near one of the air-condition units and it was blowing cold air down on us. It was nice and refreshing, but it did make my mammilla erect. About one-half way through the meal Jon told me to appear down at my left breast. The nipple was poking through one of the muddle in the dress. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pool with sunbeds round it. Not many people at all. I wore my on-piece Patrick Victor Martindale White Lycra swim costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my cervix and ends between my pussy and ass holes ). Got a few admiring or funny looks, but the best part was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my articulatio genus up. There were a couple of cleaning lady there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight home was ‘ worry ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa Balls which made me leave a vauntingly wet spell on the plane tooshie. I had a ‘ flushed'feel on my aspect for the second half of the flight of steps ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheel touched the rail the extra jounce made me cum. One of the cabin bunch asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. for the pain to go, and 2 workweek for the wheal on my keister to go. Although Jon has given my backside and slit quite a few whippings that have brought on some get orgasms, I have to say that the whiplash that was used on my backside gave me the knifelike painful sensation that I've ever had. One of the Best orgasms as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading the details of our little trip to Morocco. I know that I will always think it.

I have other experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to publish all of them on my web varlet as and when he's understand them and is happy with them.

Love

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