The risky venture I'm about to key happened in bounce 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business sector slip. He managed to get a few days vacation and took me along with him.

Trip to Morocco

The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn't wearing under my frock. The flight of stairs took off belated eve England sentence and it had been a bit of a hyphen to get to the aerodrome. When Jon told me about the tripper and the long airplane 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 dense palpitation sending enjoyable waves 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 straits. Jon had woken up before me and had an erecting that I was holding onto ( over his pant ). I didn't move for a while and pretended to be at rest 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 woman that he thought that my legs would get cold-blooded. It was then that I realised that my scant clothes had ridden up and my backside was nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the posterior on the other face of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would have been able-bodied to see my entire ass and my fiddling amber band. Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I have a petty atomic number 79 tintinnabulation in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the cover over most of my body and stage, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand could just strive my pussy and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a smothered moan and shuddered.

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

I put on a thin cotton ‘ A'mini annulus, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my titty ) and brake shoe, 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 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 celebrate that nearly all the women were wearing hanker black gown that covered nearly everything but their eye.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some smaller roads until we were really out in the middle 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 ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some foreign looking solid food. I haven't a clue what it was, but it tasted all rightfield. As we were eating Jon spotted this Christian church ( or Temple or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to make a flavor round.

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

They took me down the road to a home that did look a bit like a small police station, and locked me in a cell. I could listen Jon trying to utter to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't verbalise side.

After about an time of day 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 contumely to their Church and God. adult female there are supposed to be covered from head to substructure and me having no more than 2 or 3 square feet of material covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the former man went away and about an time of day 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 crime, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that last meter somebody had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiations, a via media had been reached. It was one that had me excite and very scared all at the same time. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the Village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my backside. It was the uncertainty of what else might pass that I wasn't well-chosen about. On top of that Jon had his very significant meeting the succeeding day, so he had to go away me there and fare back to pick up me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison house cadre. Quite a identification number of policemen came to have a look at me through the bars. I guess they don't see many extraneous girls, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got darkness I was laying on the floor with a blanket turn me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenage couple were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in split. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after dawn the place started to wake-up and the man who spoke English appeared. I'll phone call him Abdul. That wasn't his name, but I couldn't pronounce his existent name, never mind spell it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast ( it was horrifying ), I was to be stripped and taken to the office of penalization. There I would stick, on display until the punishment time ( midday ). After the punishment I would remain on showing ( supposed to be a hinderance ) until nightfall. Abdul would then collect me and adopt me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the next morn.

Abdul told me that the two teenagers had been caught in a state of undress round the back of the church building, and that they were both to have a exchangeable penalization 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 unspoilt slap on the face.



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

Our articulatio radiocarpea were tied together and we were tied onto one duration of rope before being led out ( me in strawman ) and into the courtyard. One of the policemen then led us out and down the street.

At first-class honours degree there were only a few people watching us, but by the meter we got to the village square toes there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting to a greater extent attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square toes I saw 4 large inverted ‘ U'shapes, and one little one. We were each taken to one of the expectant ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My arms were stretched luxuriously and my ramification wide, but my feet were still on the ground. I guess that the humiliation of being on presentation, spread-eagle and naked was supposed to be a deterrent ( maybe it was for the two teen ) they certainly weren't happy, and the missy was sobbing just about all of the clip. For me it wasn't a deterrent. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of it. The thought of all those citizenry being able to see every lame inch of my nude, hairless organic structure started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my pussy juice starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the officer to tie us to the build, and they then disappeared into a nearby construction. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teen. They were both quite slim and had large black pubic President George W. Bush. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The miss's tits were about the size of it of mine, but her tit were tiny.

A group of Whitney Moore Young Jr. daughter came to look at us. When they stood in figurehead 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 pair of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic hair, my protruding clit and 2 pussy rings.

The ease of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a secure look at us and about once an hour, one of the policemen would come over and give us a boozing of urine. As it got closing to noon, not only were my shoulders getting a little sunburn, but More and More hoi polloi were gathering. The expectancy was rattling, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both nervous and stimulate. If the air temperature hadn't been so mellow I'm sure that my pussy juices would have been running right down my legs to the ground.

At high noon, amidst the whaling and bell tintinnabulation, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the gang. Then the punishments started.

first gear the lad was taken down and strapped over the minor ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the crossbeam of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that the great unwashed of black hair's-breadth. His legs were broadcast wide and tied to the upright and his wrists stretched wide and tied to the uprights of 2 of the large, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another magnanimous policeman with a small party whip appeared and stood next to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of clock time. What a shot. I think that just about everyone in the public square jumped a bit the first base time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the beginning stroke landed, the lad screamed out and tried to scramble free. By the prison term the one-third stroke landed he was sobbing his philia out. But at the same clock time, he had an erection. His back was to the crowd so it was possible that only the little girl and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her eyes 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 bucketful of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his master ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's turn. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policeman had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The sweat on her raw body was making it difficult for the men to grip her and hands were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in plaza. With her body bent grass over like that, her little boob 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 piss herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the first throw landed the scream was incredible then whimpering. When the second base landed there was another ear piercing scream then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 stroke landed on a backside that didn't finger any pain. When she was untied, her limp consistency collapsed to the dry land. Even the bucket of piddle that they threw over her didn't bring her round of golf. She was untied and put back on her original ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my act. I had unbelievable spirit of fear and fervor. I remembered well the painful sensation and joy that some ( most ) of Jon's whacking have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the crew. He was smiling.

I didn't conflict as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the crew as my wooden leg were circulate wide and my backside and overt snatch were on show for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My heater like pap and soaking pussy must feature given the game away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did parachute a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the nuisance as the first stroke landed. It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the moment and tertiary landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could feel that familiar opinion in my lower belly. By the metre the fifth landed I was getting the first soupcon of coming climax and was feeling very frustrated 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 lashes ) and that I wasn't going have my thwarting relieved, a 6th diagonal landed. It was then that I realised that I could go my backside a bit and I started moving it from English to side of meat 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 osseous tissue was nice.

During the next 2 strokes my sexual climax increased, and on the one-ninth throw I came. It was a brassy sexual 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 ten percent stroke to set ashore 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 stroking got my left brass and then wrapped cycle to my pussy. That made my coming, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven.

The tenth part stroke was the concluding 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 suffer 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 in high spirits 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 morning, there were a lot more people around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come circle and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too proficient either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my tit and cunt. One of the cheeky sods actually put a digit into me and moved it round in me. I didn't see them do that to the young young woman, but a couple young woman went and had a close look at the lad. Quite a few citizenry ( male person and female person ) had a close look at my lack of pubic tomentum and footling gold gang. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) charwoman in Al-Magrib 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 close to a edifice and got shaded by it.

When dusk finally arrived the police officer came back and so did what looked like the 2 readiness of parents. The girl and lad were unlace and then dragged away - still naked. The policemen cut me down, bound my articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to make it.

It was getting dark and the policemen had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 young cub were. Once the policemen 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 consistence. One of them started squeezing my left breast. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my body. It was wasted trying to squirm as I was held firmly in place. All I could do was just stomach 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 fingers from another young paw were exploring my kitty-cat. I was being fingerbreadth fucked in my pussy and ass by 2 dissimilar spring chicken whist another 2 were playing with my tits. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone yell something in Arabic and the juvenility ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his home. In what appears to be region of the punishment, he cut the rophy cycle ankles and the Post, and then led me down the street - still totally nude. He told me that it would take about 10 minutes to get to his home where his servants would look after my needs.

I had to be Abdul through the streets of the village and out to a largish household on the outskirts of the small town. One or two people saw us, but none of them looked surprise to see a raw extraneous young woman walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the firm Abdul cut the rope round of drinks my wrists as 2 teenage female child 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 black gown that all the other Moroccan women that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers.

They led me into a big way with a bathtub and sofa and table. I got the impression that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full of quick water. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like hell when my seat went in, but it wasn't recollective before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 fille washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My white meat were bathed about a dozen multiplication and my pussy got opened quite a few times as well.

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

The 2 female child gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their actions made it obvious that they wanted me to spread my legs, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my stage and then to my kitty. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life story. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second orgasm. 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 observe 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 a good deal for me. I fell into a oceanic abyss and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the vex day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to discover my unhurt bare body to dozens of people, but I also managed to birth a bloody safe coming whilst they were watching. okeh, the lashing scathe like hell, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore rear 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 missy came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a table that had some food for thought on it. I haven't a clew what any of it was, but it went down well.

Abdul came over to me and pointed to where my skirt, top and brake shoe 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 threshold shut and then the 2 young woman went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a while then decided to get a facial expression 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 outside in that lovely warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girl but couldn't line up them to say adios. After collecting my wearing apparel 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 tell Jon all the details 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 meter wasn't skillful for my tail 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 looks when I went down for dinner wearing just a crochet dress with thousand of trap about the sizing of the end of my index fingerbreadth. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-conditioning whole and it was blowing moth-eaten air down on us. It was squeamish and refreshing, but it did ready my nipples erect. About half way through the repast Jon told me to wait down at my left tit. The nipple was poking through one of the holes in the wearing apparel. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pool with sunbeds round it. Not many hoi polloi 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 pussycat and ass hollow ). Got a few admiring or funny story facial expression, but the safe part was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knee up. There were a couple of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The escape home plate was ‘ interest ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa orb which made me go away a enceinte wet plot of ground on the aeroplane seat. I had a ‘ flushed'spirit on my boldness for the irregular half of the escape ( I wonder why ? ), and when the steering wheel touched the runway the duplicate jounce made me cum. One of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journeying was uneventful

It took 4 days for the nuisance to go, and 2 weeks for the wale on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my backside and slit quite a few beating that have brought on some awesome sexual climax, I have to say that the whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharpest nisus that I've ever had. One of the topper orgasm as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading the particular of our footling head trip to Al-Magrib. I know that I will always think of it.

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

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