The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe happened in spring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business trip. He managed to get a few twenty-four hours holiday and took me along with him.

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The journeying over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flight took off late even England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the drome. When Jon told me about the head trip and the prospicient woodworking plane journey I remembered the airplane misstep from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to hours of slow quiver sending pleasurable wafture 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 side on his chest.

When I woke up my fountainhead 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 pant ). I didn't move for a while and pretended to be gone while I gently squeezed him. While I was doing that I heard Jon ask one on the cabin crew for a blanket. He told the womanhood that he thought that my legs would get cold. It was then that I realised that my brusque wearing apparel had ridden up and my backside was nearly on position. I reckon that if anyone in the seat on the other side of the gangway had slumped down in their place they would birth been able to see my entire ass and my little amber rings. Those of you who have read my journal will know that I have a little gold closed chain in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the cover over to the highest degree of my trunk and legs, but not before putting his arm under the mantle. His hand could just reach my pussycat and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a stifled moan and shuddered.

It was late at nighttime when we got to our hotel in Casablanca and the air conditioning made it lovely and assuredness. next 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 thin cotton ‘ A'mini wench, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my breast ) and shoes, 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 ‘ quiet intelligence'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my prophylactic going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have got a trouble although we did take note that nearly all the womanhood were wearing longsighted Shirley Temple Black robe that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some smaller roads until we were really out in the midriff of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish village and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove cycle until Jon found a shop ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some strange looking food. I haven't a clue what it was, but it tasted all right wing. As we were eating Jon spotted this Church ( or synagogue or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to suffer a look round.

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

They took me down the road to a post that did look a bit like a minor constabulary place, and locked me in a cellular phone. I could hear Jon trying to let the cat out of the bag to them, but he can't speak Arabic language 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 Church and God. Women there are supposed to be covered from fountainhead to substructure and me having no Sir Thomas More than 2 or 3 square feet of material covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the early man went away and about an 60 minutes 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 sort of offense, one calendar week hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the party whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a speech sound to reach the British Consulate. The man who spoke English language had told him that last fourth dimension individual 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 charge and very scared all at the Sami time. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the village square the side by side day.

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

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison electric cell. Quite a bit of officer came to have a smell at me through the legal community. I guess they don't see many foreign young lady, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got gloomy I was laying on the floor with a cover turn me when there was a lot of hurly burly and a teenage twosome were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in crying. I tried to mouth to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after dawn the blank space started to wake-up and the man who spoke English appeared. I'll call him Abdul. That wasn't his name, but I couldn't pronounce his real name, never idea spell it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast ( it was horrible ), I was to be stripped and taken to the home of punishment. There I would abide, on display until the penalisation time ( noon ). After the punishment I would remain on display ( supposed to be a impediment ) until dusk. Abdul would then compile me and use up me to his base where I would stay until Jon came for me the side by side morning.

Abdul told me that the two teenagers had been caught in a Department of State of discase rung the backbone of the church, and that they were both to have a similar penalty as me.

It didn't bother me being stripped by the 2 policeman, but both the girl and the boy gave a bit of electric resistance. That was until one of the policemen gave them a good smacking on the face.



The policemen kept heterosexual person faces as they stripped us, but they both had a gibbosity in their trouser that weren't there when they came in.

Our carpus were tied together and we were tied onto one length of roach before being led out ( me in front ) and into the court. One of the police officer then led us out and down the street.

At first there were only a few people watching us, but by the time we got to the small town square there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting more care than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 boastfully inverted ‘ U'build, and one littler one. We were each taken to one of the large ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My arms were stretched high and my legs wide, but my feet were still on the ground. I guess that the abasement of being on display, rout and nude was supposed to be a hindrance ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't happy, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the fourth dimension. For me it wasn't a hindrance. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of it. The thought of all those people being able to see every foursquare column inch of my defenseless, hairless trunk started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could palpate my pussy succus starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policemen to tie us to the skeletal system, and they then disappeared into a nearby building. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teenagers. They were both quite slim and had heavy fatal pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The girl's bosom were about the size of mine, but her tit were tiny.

A radical of Thomas Young girls came to look 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 brace of them gasped when they saw my want of pubic tomentum, my protruding clit and 2 slit rings.

The residual of the sunup went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a undecomposed look at us and about once an hour, one of the officer would come over and give us a drunkenness of piddle. As it got close to noontide, not only were my shoulders getting a little sunburn, but Thomas More and Thomas More hoi polloi were gathering. The anticipation was tremendous, I had some musical theme of what was coming, and I was both nervous and excited. If the air temperature hadn't been so gamey I'm sure that my snatch juice would deliver been running right down my legs to the footing.

At noon, amidst the whaling and Bell ringing, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the punishments started.

start the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the crossbeam of the ‘ U'just below his waist. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that spate of opprobrious haircloth. His legs were spread wide and tied to the uprights and his radiocarpal joint stretched wide and tied to the vertical of 2 of the large, turn back ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another magnanimous policeman with a small whip appeared and stood next 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 firstly clip he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the first off stroking landed, the lad screamed out and tried to skin free. By the time the third cerebrovascular accident landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the Same time, he had an erection. His spinal column was to the crowd so it was possible that only the girl and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her optic were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the fifth stroke the lad had gone all tranquil and his dick had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of H2O 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 au naturel consistency was making it difficult for the men to fascinate her and hands were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her body set over like that, her little breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little nipples were severely.

When the man with the lash cracked it in the air, the miss finally lost it and peed herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the start solidus landed the scream was unbelievable then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing wow then secretiveness. The girl was out of it. The last 3 strokes landed on a buns that didn't palpate any pain. When she was untied, her hobble body collapsed to the primer. Even the bucket of water that they threw over her didn't bring her turn. She was undo and put back on her original ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my turn. I had unbelievable impression of fear and excitement. I remembered well the infliction and pleasure that some ( to the highest degree ) of Jon's beatings 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 secretiveness from the bunch as my legs were spread wide and my backside and spread out pussy were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like mamilla and soaking pussycat must have given the secret plan away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did chute a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the painfulness as the first chance event landed. It was unfit than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't screeching, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could palpate that conversant belief in my lower belly. By the time the one-fifth landed I was getting the offset tip of coming coming and was feeling very frustrated when I realised that it was the fifth stroke.

Just when I thought that it was all over ( I'd forgotten that I was getting 10 whiplash ) and that I wasn't going feature my frustrations relieved, a sixth stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could affect my backside a bit and I started moving it from side of meat to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an in or so, but the pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic pearl was nice.

During the next 2 strokes my coming increased, and on the ninth fortuity I came. It was a loud orgasm 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 set ashore slightly away from the rest ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last stroke got my remaining cheek and then wrapped round of golf to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, step up. I was in heaven.

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

I was still on a bit of a heights 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 min or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

The afternoon wasn't like the morning, there were a lot Sir Thomas More masses around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come round and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too serious either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my boob and twat. One of the cheeky turf 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 girls went and had a close smell at the lad. Quite a few mass ( male and female ) had a close down look at my want of pubic hairsbreadth and little gold rings. 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 drinks of water that the policemen gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn't on us ( me ) much. I was quite fold to a building and got shaded by it.

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

It was getting dark and the policemen had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 Danton True Young lads were. Once the policemen had long gone the gent 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 unexpended boob. That gave the others bravery and 8 custody were exploring my body. It was pointless trying to wriggle as I was held firmly in place. All I could do was just fend 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 kettle of fish. Meanwhile, the digit from another Pres Young hand were exploring my cunt. I was being finger fucked in my kitty and ass by 2 different youths whist another 2 were playing with my boob. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone yell something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to exact me to his habitation. In what appears to be part of the punishment, 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 film about 10 minutes to get to his house where his servants would look after my needs.

I had to take after Abdul through the streets of the Village and out to a biggish planetary house on the outskirts of the Greenwich Village. One or two people saw us, but none of them looked surprise to see a bare foreign lady friend 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 survey them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the long pitch-black robes that all the other Moroccan char that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with diaphanous baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bathtub and couches and mesa. I got the impression that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full of warm up H2O. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like underworld when my bum went in, but it wasn't yearn before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My chest were bathed about a dozen times and my pussycat got opened quite a few times as well.

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

The 2 miss gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my bottom. Their actions made it obvious that they wanted me to open my branch, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my branch 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 second climax. After the mo orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each former's eyes. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a patch, but I never saw much. The day's activities had been tiring, and then the enjoyable massage had just been too much for me. I fell into a deep 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 whole naked dead body to dozens of people, but I also managed to have a bloody good orgasm whilst they were watching. Okay, the lashing injury like nether region, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore hindquarters brought me to reality and I looked circle. I saw the 2 girls 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 abide by her. We went to a board that had some food on it. I haven't a clue what any of it was, but it went down well.

Abdul came over to me and pointed to where my annulus, top and shoes were. He told me that Jon would get 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 patch then decided to have a look 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 way and ended up alfresco in that lovely warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the missy but couldn't discover them to say auf wiedersehen. 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 skirt and top back on. I had to assure Jon all the point 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 sentence wasn't good for my ass and I was glad when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a dress to put on.

The next day was quite boring by comparison. I got quite a few looking at when I went down for dinner wearing just a hook dress with thousands of holes about the size of the end of my forefinger fingerbreadth. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-cool social unit and it was blowing moth-eaten air down on us. It was nice and refreshing, but it did make my tit erect. About half way through the repast Jon told me to look down at my bequeath breast. The nipple was poking through one of the holes in the dress. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming consortium with sunbeds round it. Not many masses at all. I wore my on-piece 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 singular looks, but the best character was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a duo 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 wear my Ben Wa Balls which made me leave a magnanimous wet patch on the sheet seat. I had a ‘ flushed'tone on my look for the minute half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the cycle touched the runway the surplus jolt made me cum. One of the cabin work party asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 day for the painfulness to go, and 2 week for the wheals on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my backside and slit quite a few whippings that have brought on some astound coming, I have to say that the whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharpest pains that I've ever had. One of the best orgasms as well.

I hope you relish reading the inside information of our little trip to Morocco. I know that I will always remember 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 pages as and when he's study them and is happy with them.

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