The adventure I'm about to key out happened in spring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business trip. He managed to get a few twenty-four hour period holiday and took me along with him.

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The journey 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 evening England time and it had been a bit of a bolt to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the tripper and the yearn plane journey I remembered the plane trip-up from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to hour of dense vibrations sending pleasurable moving ridge through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both deceased, me leaning over on my side on his chest.

When I woke up my headspring had fallen onto his lap and my paw was under my head. Jon had woken up before me and had an erection that I was holding onto ( over his trouser ). 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 crowd for a blanket. He told the charwoman that he thought that my pegleg would get cold. It was then that I realised that my suddenly apparel had ridden up and my nates was nearly on position. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would birth been able to see my stallion ass and my little gold mob. Those of you who have read my daybook will be intimate that I have a niggling gold ring in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over most of my body and legs, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand could just make my pussy and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a stifled groan 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 daybreak 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 skirt, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and place, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel gatekeeper came over to Jon and had a ‘ placid word'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would make a problem although we did celebrate that nearly all the women were wearing long Black person robe that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some pocket-sized 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 round until Jon found a store ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some strange looking nutrient. I haven't a cue what it was, but it tasted all right. 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 give birth a look round.

Big fault ! No earlier than we were inside than 2 men in military trend uniforms pounced on me and dragged me outside. When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up round my neck opening 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 understand was a watchword that sounded like ‘ constabulary ’.

They took me down the route to a post that did depend a bit like a small police station, and locked me in a cell. I could take heed Jon trying to speak to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't speak English people.

After about an minute 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 abuse to their Church and God. womanhood there are supposed to be covered from pass to animal foot and me having no Thomas More than 2 or 3 straightforward feet of material 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 deal. When he told me what it was I wasn't at all impressed.

Apparently they have a standard penalty for that sort of crime, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 whip of the party whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to contact the Brits Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that survive time soul had tried to do that it had taken a hebdomad for him or her to get there. After a lot of dialogue, 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 whiplash of the whip in the village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really scare me - provided it was aimed at my arse. It was the dubiousness of what else might pass that I wasn't felicitous about. On top of that Jon had his very crucial meeting the next day, so he had to result me there and come back to collect me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison cellular phone. Quite a number of policeman came to have a flavor at me through the Browning automatic rifle. 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 stave me when there was a lot of commotion and a teen brace were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in bust. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after dawn the seat started to wake-up and the man who spoke English language appeared. I'll call him Abdul. That wasn't his figure, but I couldn't pronounce his very name, never mind spell it. Abdul told me what was going to pass off that day. After breakfast ( it was horrifying ), I was to be stripped and taken to the blank space of punishment. There I would persist, on display until the penalisation time ( midday ). After the punishment I would continue on display ( supposed to be a deterrent ) until dusk. Abdul would then collect me and take me to his home where I would persist until Jon came for me the adjacent morning.

Abdul told me that the two teen had been caught in a state of matter of undress one shot the back of the church, and that they were both to feature a like punishment 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 policeman gave them a good slap on the face.



The police officer kept straight 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 length of rope before being led out ( me in front ) and into the courtyard. One of the policemen then led us out and down the street.

At first there were only a few people watching us, but by the clock time we got to the settlement second power there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting more than attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 prominent inverted ‘ U'material body, 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 pegleg wide, but my human foot were still on the ground. I guess that the humiliation of being on presentation, spread-eagle and naked was supposed to be a hindrance ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't well-chosen, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the time. For me it wasn't a check. Quite the turnabout, I loved every minute of it. The thought of all those the great unwashed being able to see every public square column inch of my naked, hairless body 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 frames, and they then disappeared into a nearby building. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teen. They were both quite a slim and had large black pubic George W. Bush. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised pecker sticking out. The girlfriend's titty were about the size of mine, but her tit were tiny.

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

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few masses came and had a good looking at at us and about once an hour, one of the policemen would do over and give us a drunkenness of water system. As it got close to midday, not only were my shoulder getting a little sunburned, but to a greater extent and more people were gathering. The anticipation was tremendous, I had some musical theme of what was coming, and I was both flighty and delirious. If the air temperature hadn't been so high I'm sure that my pussy succus would have been running right down my legs to the ground.

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

low the lad was taken down and strapped over the small-scale ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the traverse of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his sear dick peeking out of that volume of bootleg hair. His legs were cattle farm wide-cut and tied to the upright and his wrists stretched wide and tied to the vertical of 2 of the large, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large 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 first time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the first stroke landed, the lad screamed out and tried to skin free. By the time the third stroke landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the same clock time, he had an hard-on. His book binding was to the crowd so it was possible that only the miss 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 bucket of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his master copy ‘ U ’.

Next it was the little girl's twist. 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 workforce were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her trunk bent-grass over like that, her little breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little mammilla were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and peed herself. She was now unruffled, but shaking something rotten. When the initiatory stroke landed the scream was unlikely then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing scream then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 slash landed on a backside that didn't finger any pain. When she was untied, her limp consistence collapsed to the land. Even the bucket of pee that they threw over her didn't bring her round of golf. She was untied and put back on her archetype ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my turn. I had incredible feeling of awe and fervour. I remembered well the pain and pleasance that some ( almost ) of Jon's lacing have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the forepart of the bunch. He was smiling.

I didn't conflict as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the crowd as my pegleg were spread broad and my fundament and clear pussy were on display for all to see. Some of the bunch must bear realised that I was turned-on. My fastball like nipples and soaking snatch must have given the biz away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did jump a bit as the whiplash was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the hurting as the kickoff stroke landed. It was spoilt than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the endorse and third landed I was getting used to the pain in the neck, and I could palpate that intimate feeling in my let down belly. By the fourth dimension the fifth landed I was getting the first hint of coming orgasm and was feeling very frustrate 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 have my frustration relieved, a 6th throw landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my keister a bit and I started moving it from incline to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic bone was nice.

During the next 2 strokes my climax increased, and on the one-ninth separatrix I came. It was a gaudy sexual climax as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"thinking that no one would be capable to realize 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 one-tenth stroke to set down slightly away from the residual ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the stopping point stroke got my left cheek and then wrapped rung to my pussy. That made my coming, which was just starting to subside, heighten. I was in heaven.

The tenth stroke was the last one and the bucket of H2O felt good as well. The officer carried me back to my master copy ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could have walked. One of the policeman said something else to the crew and then all the officer left.

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

The afternoon wasn't like the break of the day, there were a lot more mass 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 safe either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my boob and pussy. One of the cheeky sods actually put a finger into me and moved it daily round in me. I didn't see them do that to the Thomas Young girl, but a pair off fille went and had a close tone at the lad. Quite a few people ( manlike and female person ) had a penny-pinching look at my lack of pubic hair and small gold rings. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) adult female in Morocco that are like me.

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

When gloam finally arrived the police officer 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 wrist and ankles, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to expect for Abdul to come.

It was getting nighttime and the policeman had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 young lads 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 body. One of them started squeezing my left wing breast. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my body. It was pointless trying to squirm as I was held firmly in station. All I could do was just stand there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me jump a bit. Then that paw went down and a fingerbreadth went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the fingers from another young hand were exploring my snatch. I was being fingerbreadth fucked in my pussy and ass by 2 different youths whist another 2 were playing with my tits. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone outcry something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his domicile. In what appears to be part of the punishment, he cut the ropes daily round mortise joint and the Post, and then led me down the street - still totally naked. He told me that it would take aim about 10 minutes to get to his star sign where his servants would look after my needs.

I had to follow Abdul through the streets of the village and out to a biggish sign on the fringe of the village. One or two multitude saw us, but none of them looked surprised to see a au naturel foreign girl walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope round my wrist joint as 2 teenage miss 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 robes that all the other Moroccan woman that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with sheer baggy trousers.

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

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

The 2 little girl gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their legal action made it obvious that they wanted me to open my legs, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my stage and then to my snatch. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second orgasm. After the bit climax 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 catch them for a while, but I never saw much. The day's activity had been tiring, and then the enjoyable massage had just been too much for me. I fell into a cryptical and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the puzzle day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to break my unit naked organic structure to dozens of people, but I also managed to have a bloody right orgasm whilst they were watching. okey, the lashing hurt like hell, but that brought-on the coming.

Thinking about my sore can brought me to reality and I looked rung. I saw the 2 missy 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 stick with her. We went to a table that had some solid food on it. I haven't a hint what any of it was, but it went down well.

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

I waited there for a while then decided to take in a look around. It was a big house really, and I was surprised when I opened one threshold and was confronted by a big man who just stared at me. I quickly left that room and ended up outside in that lovely ardent sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girls but couldn't line up them to say good day. 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 dame and top back on. I had to evidence 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 fourth dimension wasn't good for my tail and I was gladiolus when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a frock to put on.

The next day was quite boring by compare. I got quite a few looks when I went down for dinner wearing just a crocheting dress with one thousand of gob about the size of the end of my index fingerbreadth. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-cool unit of measurement and it was blowing cold air down on us. It was courteous and tonic, but it did make my mammilla erect. About half way through the repast Jon told me to look down at my left breast. The teat was poking through one of the holes in the apparel. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming puddle 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 opening and ends between my pussy and ass pickle ). Got a few admiring or funny story looks, but the best parting was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my human knee up. There were a mates of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flying home was ‘ worry ’. Jon told me to fag out my Ben Wa Balls which made me entrust a large wet eyepatch on the plane seat. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my look for the second one-half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the cycle touched the rail the extra jerking 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 nuisance to go, and 2 weeks for the wheals on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my backside and purulent quite a few flogging that have brought on some amazing orgasm, I have to say that the party whip that was used on my backside gave me the acuate pains that I've ever had. One of the topper climax as well.

I hope you delight reading the details of our lilliputian trip to Morocco. I know that I will always remember it.

I have early 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 read them and is felicitous with them.

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