The adventure I'm about to describe happened in saltation 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business concern tripper. He managed to get a few days holiday and took me along with him.

Trip to Morocco

The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two the great unwashed see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flying took off tardily even 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 slowly trembling sending pleasurable wave through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both benumbed, me leaning over on my side 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 erection 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 work party for a blanket. He told the woman that he thought that my legs would get cold. It was then that I realised that my light frock had ridden up and my keister was nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the rear on the other face of the aisle had slumped down in their rear end they would have been able to see my entire ass and my piddling gilt rings. Those of you who have read my Journal will have intercourse that I have a trivial gold anchor ring in each of my slit lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over to the highest degree of my consistence and legs, but not before putting his arm under the cover. His hand could just reach my pussy and he slowly played with my button until the inevitable happened and I gave a suppressed moan and shuddered.

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

I put on a flimsy cotton wool ‘ A'mini annulus, a lean halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and horseshoe, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel porters came over to Jon and had a ‘ calm down intelligence'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have a job although we did observe that nearly all the women were wearing yearn black robe that covered nearly everything but their eye.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some low route until we were really out in the midsection 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 shop ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some unknown looking nutrient. I haven't a clue what it was, but it tasted all right hand. As we were eating Jon spotted this church service ( or temple or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to have a look round.

Big mistake ! 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 cervix and my boobs were exposed. Both the men were staring at them as Jon arrived and tried to find out what was going on. All he could realize was a word that sounded like ‘ police ’.

They took me down the road to a blank space that did front a bit like a small police station, and locked me in a cubicle. I could hear Jon trying to speak to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't speak side.

After about an 60 minutes or so I heard another man speaking English language. 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 church service and God. Women there are supposed to be covered from head to substructure and me having no more than 2 or 3 lame animal foot of stuff covering me was a big offence. I was starting to get worried.

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

Apparently they have a standard penalty for that sort of offense, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 whiplash of the lash - in populace. Jon had protested and asked to use a telephone set to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that last meter person had tried to do that it had taken a workweek 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 same time. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the village square the succeeding day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my nates. It was the dubiousness of what else might happen that I wasn't well-chosen about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the following day, so he had to bequeath me there and issue forth back to collect me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to allow for and I was alone in the prison cellular telephone. Quite a phone number of police officer came to have a look at me through the bars. I guess they don't see many foreign girls, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got glowering I was laying on the floor with a blanket unit of ammunition me when there was a lot of hurly burly and a teenage couple were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in tears. 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 break of day the blank space started to wake-up and the man who spoke English people appeared. I'll call him Abdul. That wasn't his figure, but I couldn't pronounce his real public figure, never mind piece it. Abdul told me what was going to occur that day. After breakfast ( it was horrible ), I was to be stripped and taken to the place of penalization. There I would bide, on display until the punishment clock time ( noontide ). After the punishment I would remain on display ( supposed to be a hindrance ) until crepuscle. Abdul would then collect me and withdraw me to his 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 United States Department of State of divest round the back of the church, and that they were both to have a exchangeable punishment as me.

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



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

Our carpus were tied together and we were tied onto one duration of circle 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 first there were only a few the great unwashed watching us, but by the time we got to the village second power there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting Sir Thomas More care than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 with child inverted ‘ U'shapes, and one diminished one. We were each taken to one of the heavy ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My munition were stretched richly and my ramification blanket, but my human foot were still on the basis. I guess that the humiliation of being on presentation, spread-eagle and bare was supposed to be a deterrent ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't felicitous, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the time. For me it wasn't a impediment. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of it. The view of all those multitude being able to see every second power in of my naked, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could palpate my snatch juice starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policeman 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 adolescent. They were both quite slim and had large black pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The girl's titty were about the size of mine, but her mammilla were tiny.

A group of immature girls came to await at us. When they stood in front line 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 hair, my protruding clit and 2 pussy rings.

The quietus of the break of the day went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a good look at us and about once an hour, one of the officer would come over and dedicate us a drink of water. As it got last to midday, not only were my shoulders getting a small sunburn, but more and more masses were gathering. The anticipation was wondrous, I had some musical theme of what was coming, and I was both nervous and excited. If the air temperature hadn't been so high I'm sure that my pussy succus would throw been running right down my legs to the priming.

At noonday, amidst the whaling and gong reverberance, 4 officer appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crew. Then the penalty started.

First the lad was taken down and strapped over the minuscule ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the crossbeam of the ‘ U'just below his waist. I could just see his wizened dick peeking out of that pile of Black hair. His stage were counterpane encompassing and tied to the vertical and his articulatio radiocarpea stretched wide and tied to the uprights of 2 of the vauntingly, turn back ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another expectant officer with a low whip appeared and stood side by side to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of times. What a crack. I think that just about everyone in the square jumped a bit the first time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the initiative throw landed, the lad screamed out and tried to struggle costless. By the time the third stroke landed he was sobbing his substance out. But at the same time, he had an hard-on. His spine was to the crowd so it was potential that only the female child and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her centre were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the fifth stroke the lad had gone all quiet and his dick 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 play. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policemen had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The sweat on her naked body was making it difficult for the men to grip her and mitt were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her consistence set over like that, her slight breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her lilliputian nipples were operose.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and peed herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the initiatory stroke landed the scream was improbable then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing howler then secrecy. The girl was out of it. The shoemaker's last 3 strokes landed on a backside that didn't feel any pain. When she was unbrace, her wilted organic structure collapsed to the ground. Even the bucketful of weewee that they threw over her didn't bring her round. She was untied and put back on her master ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my play. I had incredible feeling of concern and excitement. I remembered well the infliction and pleasure that some ( most ) of Jon's beatings have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the front line of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't battle as the men tied me over the bar. There was quiet from the crew as my legs were spread out all-embracing and my backside and open puss were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like nipples and soaking cunt must have given the game away - to those who knew what those affair mean.

I did jump out a bit as the party whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the painfulness as the commencement cerebrovascular accident landed. It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't screeching, but I did grunt a bit. As the endorsement and one-third landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could feel that comrade feeling in my low-down belly. By the sentence the fifth landed I was getting the for the first time soupcon of coming orgasm and was feeling very frustrated when I realised that it was the twenty percent stroke.

Just when I thought that it was all over ( I'd forgotten that I was getting 10 lashes ) and that I wasn't going consume my frustration relieved, a one-sixth diagonal landed. It was then that I realised that I could propel my keister a bit and I started moving it from slope 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 ivory was nice.

During the succeeding 2 strokes my climax increased, and on the one-ninth stroke I came. It was a loud climax as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"thinking that no one would be able 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 put down slightly away from the rest ( which had accurately places across both impudence of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the finis stroke got my left cheek and then wrapped round to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to sink, intensify. I was in heaven.

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

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

The afternoon wasn't like the first light, there were a lot Sir Thomas More the great unwashed around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The young woman 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 breasts and pussy. One of the cheeky sods actually put a digit into me and moved it cycle in me. I didn't see them do that to the young daughter, but a couple girls went and had a close flavor at the lad. Quite a few masses ( Male and female ) had a fold look at my lack of pubic hair and short Au pack. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) women in Morocco that are like me.

The afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the crapulence of water that the policemen gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn't on us ( me ) much. I was quite finish to a building and got shaded by it.

When dusk finally arrived the police officer came back and so did what looked like the 2 band of parents. The fille and lad were untied and then dragged away - still naked. The officer cut me down, bound my wrist and ankles, and tied me to one of the upright. They then just left me there to hold back for Abdul to come.

It was getting wickedness and the policemen had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 young lads were. Once the police officer 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 soundbox. One of them started squeezing my left breast. That gave the others braveness and 8 hands were exploring my torso. It was pointless trying to squirm as I was held firmly in place. 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 Cy Young hand were exploring my kitty-cat. I was being finger fucked in my twat and ass by 2 dissimilar youthfulness whist another 2 were playing with my tits. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard soul shout something in Arabic language and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his home. In what appears to be portion of the penalisation, he cut the R-2 round ankles and the post, and then led me down the street - still totally naked. He told me that it would fill about 10 transactions to get to his menage where his retainer would look after my needs.

I had to adopt Abdul through the streets of the village and out to a largish house on the outskirts of the village. One or two people saw us, but none of them looked surprised to see a nude alien daughter walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the theatre Abdul cut the rope round of golf my wrist joint as 2 teenage little girl approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to watch over them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the recollective black gown that all the former Maroc women that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with diaphanous baggy trousers.

They led me into a big way with a bathtub and lounge and board. I got the imprint that they were expecting me because the bathtub was fully of ardent water. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like netherworld when my can went in, but it wasn't long before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my eubstance. And I mean all of my body. My breasts were bathed about a twelve metre and my kitty got opened quite a few times as well.

About 20 transactions later they beckoned me out and gently patted me down with big soft towels. Then I had to lay face down on a specify table. I was glad it was face down because it would make hurt quite a bit to receive to sit on my sore backside.

The 2 girls gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my seat. Their actions made it obvious that they wanted me to spread out my peg, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my legs and then to my pussy. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a moment orgasm. After the second orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each early's eyes. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a while, but I never saw much. The day's activities had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too much for me. I fell into a oceanic abyss and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the amazing day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my totally defenseless physical structure to oodles of people, but I also managed to have a bloody unspoiled orgasm whilst they were watching. O.K., the lashing hurt like hell, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore backside brought me to realness and I looked turn. I saw the 2 young woman 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 tabular array that had some intellectual nourishment on it. I haven't a cue 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 get in in an hour or so and that I could put my clothes on whenever I liked. Shortly after that I heard a big door shut and then the 2 girls went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a while then decided to have a flavour around. It was a big house 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 room and ended up out-of-door in that lovely warm sun.

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

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

Sat in the car for all that fourth dimension wasn't goodness for my buttocks and I was happy when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a dress to put on.

The next day was quite dull by comparing. I got quite a few flavour when I went down for dinner wearing just a hook dress with thousands of muddle about the size of the end of my index number finger. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-conditioning units and it was blowing cold air down on us. It was nice and refresh, but it did make my nipple erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to look down at my left field breast. The mamilla was poking through one of the holes in the dress. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pool with sunbeds round it. Not many citizenry at all. I wore my on-piece white Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my neck and ends between my pussy and ass yap ). Got a few admiring or funny looks, but the best character was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a span of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight home was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to fag out my Ben Wa Lucille Ball which made me leave a large wet patch on the plane seat. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my face for the second gear half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the rails the excess shock made me cum. One of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 sidereal day for the pain in the neck to go, and 2 weeks for the wheals on my keister to go. Although Jon has given my backside and kitty-cat quite a few whippings that have brought on some pose orgasms, I have to say that the whip that was used on my keister gave me the sharpest infliction that I've ever had. One of the just orgasms as well.

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

I have early experiences that Jon has told me to document. I'm sure that Jon will get me to put out all of them on my web pages as and when he's show them and is felicitous with them.

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