The adventure I'm about to discover happened in springtime 2000 when Jon had to go to morocco on a business head trip. He managed to get a few days holiday and took me along with him.

Trip to Morocco

The journeying over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn't wearing under my apparel. The flight took off late evening England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the trip and the long sheet journey I remembered the plane trip from Tenerife in Dec 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to hours of dumb quivering sending pleasurable waves through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both departed, me leaning over on my side of meat 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 cover. He told the charwoman that he thought that my legs would get insensate. It was then that I realised that my unawares dress had ridden up and my backside was nearly on thought. I reckon that if anyone in the posterior on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their tail end they would have been capable to see my entire ass and my little golden doughnut. Those of you who have read my diary will have a go at it that I have a lilliputian gold hoop in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the mantle over most of my consistence and legs, but not before putting his arm under the mantle. His helping hand could just achieve my kitty-cat and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a smothered moan and shuddered.

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

I put on a thin 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 doorman came over to Jon and had a ‘ quiet word'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have a problem although we did observe that nearly all the fair sex were wearing long black robes that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some littler roads until we were really out in the heart of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish settlement and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round until Jon found a shop class ( couldn't find a café or eating place ) 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. As we were eating Jon spotted this Church ( 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 rather than we were inside than 2 men in military machine 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 booby were exposed. Both the men were staring at them as Jon arrived and tried to receive out what was going on. All he could understand was a word that sounded like ‘ police ’.

They took me down the route to a shoes that did see a bit like a small police place, and locked me in a cellphone. I could hear Jon trying to mouth to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't utter English people.

After about an 60 minutes 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 vilification to their church and God. char there are supposed to be covered from head to foot and me having no more than 2 or 3 square feet of stuff covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

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

Apparently they have a standard penalization for that sort of offense, one hebdomad hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a headphone to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English language had told him that in conclusion time 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 emotional and very scared all at the Lapplander time. I was to get 10 lashes of the lash in the Greenwich Village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my back end. It was the precariousness of what else might happen that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very authoritative meeting the future day, so he had to leave me there and fare back to collect me the day after.

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

Just after it got dingy I was laying on the floor with a blanket round me when there was a lot of commotion and a teen couple were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in tears. I tried to verbalise 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 lieu started to wake-up and the man who spoke English people appeared. I'll phone call him Abdul. That wasn't his name, but I couldn't pronounce his tangible name, never mind spell it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast ( it was atrocious ), I was to be stripped and taken to the piazza of penalty. There I would ride out, on presentation until the punishment fourth dimension ( noon ). After the punishment I would remain on display ( supposed to be a deterrent ) until nightfall. Abdul would then collect me and take me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the next dayspring.

Abdul told me that the two teenagers had been caught in a state of disinvest cycle the back of the Christian church, and that they were both to induce a similar penalisation as me.

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



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

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

At first there were only a few masses watching us, but by the time we got to the hamlet foursquare there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting Sir Thomas More attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 large inverted ‘ U'shapes, and one modest one. We were each taken to one of the large ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My arms were stretched high and my stage widely, but my ft were still on the priming. I guess that the humiliation of being on display, spread-eagle and naked was supposed to be a deterrent ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't happy, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the time. For me it wasn't a hindrance. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of it. The thought of all those multitude being able to see every square inch of my au naturel, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my pussy juice starting to filter down my legs.

It didn't take long for the officer to tie us to the frame of reference, and they then disappeared into a nearby building. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teenager. 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 tits were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A chemical group of young little girl came to look at us. When they stood in front end of the lad they were whispering and giggling. I cold see that the lad was getting a erection. When they came over to me, a couple of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic hair, my protruding clitoris and 2 pussy rings.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few mass came and had a good face at us and about once an hour, one of the policemen would get along over and give us a potable of body of water. As it got close to noon, not only were my shoulders getting a piffling sunburned, but more and more than people were gathering. The anticipation was tremendous, I had some melodic theme of what was coming, and I was both nervous and commove. If the air temperature hadn't been so high up I'm sure that my pussy succus would possess been running right down my legs to the ground.

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

First the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped frame of reference. 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 black hair. His legs were ranch across-the-board and tied to the uprights and his radiocarpal joint stretched widely and tied to the uprights of 2 of the great, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large policeman with a small whip appeared and stood side by side to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a brace of times. What a crack. I think that just about everyone in the second power jumped a bit the number 1 time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the low gear stroke landed, the lad screamed out and tried to struggle free. By the sentence the third stroke landed he was sobbing his middle out. But at the same time, he had an hard-on. His back was to the crowd so it was possible that only the 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 stroke the lad had gone all quiet and his dick had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of pee over him then untied him and tied him back to his pilot ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's turn. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The officer 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 hired man were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in spot. With her body hang over like that, her niggling breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little nipples were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and make water herself. She was now muted, but shaking something rotten. When the get-go slash landed the riot was unbelievable then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing screeching then silence. The girl was out of it. The close 3 strokes landed on a buns that didn't finger any pain. When she was unlaced, her limp body collapsed to the ground. Even the bucketful of piss that they threw over her didn't bring her rhythm. She was untied and put back on her original ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my turn. I had incredible flavour of fear and hullabaloo. I remembered well the infliction and pleasure that some ( nearly ) of Jon's whipping have given me. As I was marched over to the penalty bar I saw Abdul neat the front man of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't struggle as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the gang as my legs were spread across-the-board and my rear and out-of-doors pussy were on presentation for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like pap and soaking pussy must throw given the plot away - to those who knew what those matter mean.

I did jump a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the pain sensation as the outset stroke landed. It was spoilt than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't riot, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third landed I was getting used to the botheration, and I could experience that conversant flavour in my lower belly. By the time the fifth landed I was getting the kickoff hint of coming orgasm and was feeling very defeated 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 cause my frustrations relieved, a one-sixth solidus landed. It was then that I realised that I could prompt my backside a bit and I started moving it from side of meat to English and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the insistency that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic bone was gracious.

During the next 2 strokes my orgasm increased, and on the ninth stroke I came. It was a loud coming as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"thought process that no one would be able-bodied 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 chance event to land slightly away from the ease ( 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 bout to my twat. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, compound. I was in heaven.

The tenth stroke was the death one and the bucket of water felt near 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 gang and then all the officer left.

I was still on a bit of a mellow 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 good afternoon wasn't like the break of the day, there were a lot more multitude 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 good either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my knocker and pussy. One of the cheeky sod actually put a finger's breadth into me and moved it round in me. I didn't see them do that to the Brigham Young young woman, but a couple daughter went and had a last look at the lad. Quite a few people ( male and distaff ) had a close-fitting flavour at my deficiency of pubic pilus and niggling amber 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 drinkable of pee 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 crepuscule 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 policemen cut me down, bound my articulatio radiocarpea and ankles, and tied me to one of the upright piano. They then just left me there to hold back for Abdul to make it.

It was getting night and the officer had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a chemical group of 4 young lads were. Once the police officer had long gone the sonny 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 impart breast. That gave the others braveness and 8 hand were exploring my body. It was unpointed trying to squirm as I was held firmly in office. 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 digit went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the fingers from another young hand were exploring my kitty. I was being finger fucked in my pussy and ass by 2 different young whist another 2 were playing with my tits. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone shout something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his home plate. In what appears to be contribution of the punishment, he cut the roach beat ankle and the stake, and then led me down the street - still totally nude. He told me that it would study about 10 instant to get to his house where his servants would look after my needs.

I had to survey 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 defenseless extraneous daughter walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope one shot my carpus as 2 teenage daughter 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 yearn black robes that all the other Moroccan women that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a two-piece with see-through baggy trousers.

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

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

The 2 girls gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their actions made it obvious that they wanted me to afford my legs, 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-time. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a secondly climax. After the second orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each other's oculus. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a piece, but I never saw much. The day's activities had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too often for me. I fell into a cryptic and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the astonishing day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my whole raw consistency to rafts of people, but I also managed to have a bloody unspoiled climax whilst they were watching. O.K., the lashing suffering like hell, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore tail end brought me to reality and I looked round. I saw the 2 daughter 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 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 bird, top and place were. He told me that Jon would arrive in an minute or so and that I could put my wearing apparel on whenever I liked. Shortly after that I heard a big room access shut and then the 2 female child went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a patch then decided to throw 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 exterior in that cover girl warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the young lady but couldn't find them to say good-bye. 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 rachis on. I had to tell Jon all the detail of what had happened and he said,"I told you that you'd be all compensate didn't I ?"

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

The future day was quite boring by comparison. I got quite a few looks when I went down for dinner wearing just a crochet dress with K of cakehole about the size of it of the end of my index 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 bracing, but it did take my mammilla erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to front down at my leave alone breast. The tit was poking through one of the holes in the frock. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pool with sunbeds round it. Not many mass at all. I wore my on-piece E. B. White Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my neck and ends between my kitty and ass holes ). Got a few admiring or funny looks, but the secure part was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a couple of adult female there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flying menage was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa nut which made me leave a large wet patch on the plane tail. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my face for the second one-half of the escape ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the rail the spear carrier saccade made me cum. One of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 days for the pain to go, and 2 calendar week for the welt on my derriere to go. Although Jon has given my backside and twat quite a few whippings that have brought on some amazing orgasm, I have to say that the party whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharpest hurting that I've ever had. One of the estimable orgasms as well.

I hope you revel reading the point of our lilliputian head 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 register them and is happy with them.

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