The adventure I'm about to describe happened in outpouring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a job tripper. He managed to get a few sidereal day vacation and took me along with him.

Trip to morocco

The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two mass see what I wasn't wearing under my wearing apparel. The flight took off late evening England time and it had been a bit of a bolt to get to the aerodrome. When Jon told me about the slip and the retentive plane journey I remembered the planing machine misstep from Tenerife in Dec 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa lump and I'd been looking forward to 60 minutes of tiresome quiver sending enjoyable undulation through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both at peace, me leaning over on my side on his chest.

When I woke up my head had fallen onto his lap and my hand was under my head. Jon had woken up before me and had an erection that I was holding onto ( over his pant ). I didn't move for a patch and pretended to be deceased 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 fair sex that he thought that my legs would get stale. It was then that I realised that my light wearing apparel had ridden up and my backside was nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other face of the aisle had slumped down in their ass they would accept been able to see my entire ass and my fiddling gold mob. Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I have a little amber 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 reach my pussy and he slowly played with my button until the inevitable happened and I gave a stifled moan and shuddered.

It was late at night when we got to our hotel in Casablanca and the air conditioning made it lovely and aplomb. Next morn 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 plant ‘ A'mini bird, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my tit ) and skid, 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 ‘ placidity discussion'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would stimulate a problem although we did observe that nearly all the char were wearing long nigrify robes that covered nearly everything but their middle.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakesh and then down some smaller roadstead until we were really out in the centre of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish village and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round until Jon found a shop ( couldn't find a café or eating place ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some strange looking food for thought. I haven't a clue what it was, but it tasted all right field. 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 smell round.

Big error ! No sooner than we were inside than 2 men in military style uniforms pounced on me and dragged me outside. When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up round my neck 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 discussion that sounded like ‘ police ’.

They took me down the road to a berth that did look a bit like a small police force station, and locked me in a cell. I could discover Jon trying to blab to them, but he can't speak Arabic language and they couldn't talk 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. cleaning woman there are supposed to be covered from head to human foot and me having no more than 2 or 3 satisfying pes of fabric covering me was a big offence. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the other 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 criminal offence, one workweek hard labour followed by 5 whip of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a earphone to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that last time someone had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiation, a via media had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the Saame time. I was to get 10 thong of the whip in the village square the future day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my can. It was the uncertainty of what else might happen that I wasn't felicitous about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the following day, so he had to lead me there and occur back to collect me the day after.

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

Just after it got dark I was laying on the floor with a mantle round me when there was a lot of commotion and a adolescent mates 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 Night and I didn't manage to get practically sopor. It was cold as well.

Just after break of day the place 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 genuine name, never nous 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 piazza of penalty. There I would abide, on display until the punishment time ( noon ). After the penalty I would stay on display ( supposed to be a handicap ) until dusk. Abdul would then collect me and hire me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the next dawn.

Abdul told me that the two adolescent had been caught in a state of strip down round the back of the church, and that they were both to suffer a exchangeable 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 police officer gave them a thoroughly smacking on the face.



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

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

At number one there were only a few people watching us, but by the time we got to the village foursquare there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting more attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 large inverted ‘ U'contour, and one smaller one. We were each taken to one of the large ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My sleeve were stretched mellow and my ramification wide, but my feet were still on the ground. 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 glad, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the metre. For me it wasn't a hinderance. Quite the reversal, I loved every second of it. The intellection of all those hoi polloi being capable to see every square column inch of my naked, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my snatch juice starting to dribble down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policemen to tie us to the bod, 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 large black-market pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised prick sticking out. The young lady's tits were about the sizing of mine, but her teat were tiny.

A group of young girls came to seem at us. When they stood in front 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 duet of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic hair, my protruding button and 2 kitty rings.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few masses came and had a unspoiled look at us and about once an 60 minutes, one of the policemen would add up over and yield us a drink of water system. As it got close to noon, not only were my articulatio humeri getting a piffling sunburned, but More and more people were gathering. The expectation was tremendous, I had some idea 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 pussycat juice would have been running right down my wooden leg to the undercoat.

At noontide, amidst the whaling and bell tintinnabulation, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the penalization started.

First 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 shank. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that slew of bleak whisker. His legs were paste across-the-board and tied to the uprights and his wrists stretched wide and tied to the uprights of 2 of the large, anatropous ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large policeman with a minor lash appeared and stood next to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the lash in the air a couple of times. What a crack. I think that just about everyone in the square jumped a bit the outset clock time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the outset separatrix landed, the lad screamed out and tried to contend free. By the prison term the third stroke landed he was sobbing his affection out. But at the same time, he had an erecting. His back was to the crowd so it was possible that only the fille and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her eye 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 urine over him then untied him and tied him back to his original ‘ 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 trunk was making it unmanageable for the men to grip her and hands were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in station. With her body bent over like that, her slight breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her petty tit were heavy.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and micturate herself. She was now tranquility, but shaking something rotten. When the first cam stroke landed the howler was unbelievable then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing scream then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 throw landed on a prat that didn't finger any pain sensation. When she was untied, her wilted body collapsed to the basis. Even the bucket of urine that they threw over her didn't bring her round. She was untie 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 fear and inflammation. I remembered well the pain and delight that some ( near ) of Jon's thrashing have given me. As I was marched over to the penalization bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the crew. He was smiling.

I didn't struggle as the men tied me over the bar. There was secretiveness from the crowd as my legs were spread wide and my fanny and exposed pussy were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like nipples and soaking kitty-cat must experience given the biz away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did jump a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the pain in the ass as the kickoff cerebrovascular accident landed. It was high-risk than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the second base and third landed I was getting used to the bother, and I could feel that familiar feeling in my lower belly. By the time the fifth landed I was getting the starting time steer of coming orgasm 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 lash ) and that I wasn't going have my thwarting relieved, a one-sixth cam stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my tail a bit and I started moving it from side to side 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 nice.

During the future 2 strokes my climax increased, and on the 9th stroke 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 succus shooting out of my pussy.

I think that my moving a bit caused the tenth slash 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 finally apoplexy got my left cheek and then wrapped rung to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven.

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

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

The afternoon wasn't like the dawning, there were a lot more than multitude around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come beat and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too good either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my tit and kitty-cat. 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 girl, but a pair off young woman went and had a closing curtain look at the lad. Quite a few people ( male person and female ) had a last look at my lack of pubic hairsbreadth and little amber rings. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) women in Morocco that are like me.

The good afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the drinks of water that the police 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 nightfall finally arrived the police officer came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were unfettered and then dragged away - still naked. The officer cut me down, bound my wrists and ankles, and tied me to one of the upright piano. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting iniquity and the officer had gone. They were no longer concerned 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 physical structure. One of them started squeezing my forget titty. That gave the others bravery and 8 hands were exploring my physical structure. It was pointless trying to writhe as I was held firmly in place. All I could do was just stand there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me jump a bit. Then that manus went down and a finger went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the fingers from another young hand were exploring my pussy. I was being finger fucked in my cunt and ass by 2 unlike young 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 youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his dwelling house. In what appears to be part of the punishment, he cut the roach cycle ankles and the spot, and then led me down the street - still totally naked. He told me that it would take about 10 moment to get to his theatre where his servants would seem after my needs.

I had to be Abdul through the streets of the hamlet and out to a largish house on the outskirts of the small town. One or two the great unwashed saw us, but none of them looked storm to see a naked extraneous girl walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope rung my wrists as 2 teenage girls approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to succeed them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the foresightful melanize robe that all the other Maroc woman that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bathtub and sofa and tables. I got the printing that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full of warm piddle. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The weewee stung like hell when my fundament went in, but it wasn't foresightful before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My bosom were bathed about a dozen times and my pussy got opened quite a few prison term as well.

About 20 arcminute later they beckoned me out and gently patted me down with big soft towels. Then I had to lay case down on a pin down tabular array. I was glad it was face down because it would ingest hurt quite a bit to let to sit on my sore backside.

The 2 girls gently massaged some variety of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their action made it obvious that they wanted me to afford my legs, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the interior of my legs and then to my slit. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life. It was wonderful. 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 optic. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch over them for a while, but I never saw much. The day's activities had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too lots for me. I fell into a recondite 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 bare body to dozens of the great unwashed, but I also managed to have a bloody good orgasm whilst they were watching. Okay, the lashing suffering like blaze, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore tooshie brought me to reality and I looked round. I saw the 2 fille talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the young woman came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a mesa that had some nutrient 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 doll, top and shoes 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 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 doorway and was confronted by a big man who just stared at me. I quickly left that way and ended up remote in that lovely fond sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girls but couldn't bump 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 chick and top rear on. I had to tell Jon all the item 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 time wasn't unspoiled for my backside 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 look when I went down for dinner wear just a crochet dress with thousands of holes about the size of it of the end of my index finger. In the eatery we were sat near one of the air-cool units and it was blowing dusty air down on us. It was nice and freshen up, but it did make my nipples erect. About half way through the repast Jon told me to bet down at my left breast. The nipple was poking through one of the muddle in the garb. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

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

The trajectory home was ‘ concern ’. Jon told me to get into my Ben Wa formal which made me allow for a large wet spell on the plane seat. I had a ‘ flushed'feeling on my side for the irregular half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheel touched the rails the extra jounce made me cum. One of the cabin bunch asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 days for the pain to go, and 2 weeks for the wheals on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my backside and purulent quite a few whipstitching that have brought on some amazing orgasms, I have to say that the whip that was used on my butt gave me the astute annoyance that I've ever had. One of the skilful orgasms as well.

I hope you enjoy reading the details of our little misstep to Marruecos. 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 read them and is happy with them.

dear

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