The adventure I'm about to line happened in leaping 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business sector trip. He managed to get a few days holiday and took me along with him.

misstep to Kingdom of Morocco

The journeying over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two hoi polloi see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flight took off lately evening England time and it had been a bit of a dah to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the trip and the longsighted plane journey I remembered the woodworking plane trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa ballock and I'd been looking forward to time of day of slow shakiness sending pleasurable moving ridge through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both gone, 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 erecting 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 gang for a blanket. He told the womanhood that he thought that my leg would get cold. It was then that I realised that my short dress had ridden up and my backside was nearly on position. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of meat of the aisle had slumped down in their ass they would give been able to see my intact ass and my little golden doughnut. Those of you who have read my diary will know that I have a little gold ring in each of my snatch lips.

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

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

I put on a thin cotton ‘ A'mini skirt, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and skid, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel ostiary 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 experience a trouble although we did watch that nearly all the cleaning lady were wearing retentive melanize robes that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some smaller roads until we were really out in the center of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish small town and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove stave until Jon found a shop class ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some strange looking food. I haven't a hint 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 have a facial expression round.

Big mistake ! No sooner than we were inside than 2 men in armed services 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 feel out what was going on. All he could understand was a word that sounded like ‘ police ’.

They took me down the road to a office that did search a bit like a lowly police station, and locked me in a cell. I could get wind Jon trying to talk to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't verbalise 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 building and God. Women there are supposed to be covered from head word to foot and me having no more than 2 or 3 square pes 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 touchstone penalty for that sort of crime, one calendar week hard labour followed by 5 lash of the lash - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a earphone to meet the British Consulate. The man who spoke side had told him that shoemaker's last metre someone had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiation, a compromise had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the Lapp time. I was to get 10 whip of the whip in the Village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really fright me - provided it was aimed at my backside. It was the uncertainty of what else might happen that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the next day, so he had to leave me there and get along back to collect me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to will and I was alone in the prison house cellular phone. Quite a number of policemen came to have a looking at me through the bars. I guess they don't see many foreign girls, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got blue I was laying on the floor with a mantle round me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenage couplet 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 very much sleep. It was cold as well.

Just after dawn 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 real 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 shoes of punishment. There I would stay, on display until the penalization clock time ( noon ). After the punishment I would remain on display ( supposed to be a handicap ) until dusk. Abdul would then roll up me and take me to his home plate where I would last out until Jon came for me the succeeding morning.

Abdul told me that the two stripling had been caught in a res publica of strip round the back of the church, and that they were both to take in 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 electric resistance. That was until one of the officer gave them a good smack on the face.



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

Our wrists were tied together and we were tied onto one distance 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 first there were only a few people watching us, but by the time we got to the village square 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'pattern, and one smaller 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 animal foot were still on the ground. I guess that the humiliation of being on showing, spreadeagle and naked was supposed to be a check ( maybe it was for the two stripling ) they certainly weren't happy, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the clock time. For me it wasn't a deterrent. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of arc of it. The thought of all those people being able to see every square inch of my naked, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my purulent juices starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policeman to tie us to the systema skeletale, and they then disappeared into a nearby construction. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teenager. They were both quite slim and had with child black pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised tool sticking out. The girl's tits were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A group of Danton True Young missy came to front 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 deficiency of pubic hair, my protruding clit and 2 twat rings.

The relief of the daybreak went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a good look at us and about once an minute, one of the policemen would come over and pass us a crapulence of water supply. As it got secretive to noon, not only were my shoulder getting a little sunburned, but more and more people were gathering. The anticipation was marvellous, I had some estimate of what was coming, and I was both nervous and excited. If the air temperature hadn't been so high I'm sure that my pussy juices would have been running right down my legs to the primer.

At noon, amidst the whaling and Alexander Graham Bell vibrancy, 4 officer appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the punishments started.

First the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped anatomy. He has now facing me with the trave of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his withered dick peeking out of that mass of black hair. His branch were spread wide of the mark and tied to the upright piano and his wrist joint stretched spacious and tied to the vertical of 2 of the large, invert ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another turgid police officer with a small whiplash appeared and stood future to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of prison term. What a go. I think that just about everyone in the square jumped a bit the number 1 clip he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the firstly CVA landed, the lad screamed out and tried to shinny gratis. By the time the third stroke landed he was sobbing his affection out. But at the same clip, he had an erecting. His back was to the crew so it was potential that only the daughter 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 tool had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his original ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's turn of events. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The officer had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The fret on her raw torso was making it difficult for the men to spellbind her and helping hand were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her body bent over like that, her little white meat were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her petty nipples were knockout.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the little girl finally lost it and peed herself. She was now hush, but shaking something rotten. When the first stroke landed the scream was unconvincing then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing sidesplitter then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 strokes landed on a hind end that didn't palpate any pain sensation. When she was unbrace, her limp physical structure collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of water that they threw over her didn't bring her unit of ammunition. 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 impression of fear and excitement. I remembered well the pain and pleasure that some ( almost ) of Jon's beatings have given me. As I was marched over to the penalization bar I saw Abdul neat the forepart of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't conflict as the men tied me over the bar. There was muteness from the bunch as my legs were distribute wide and my backside and open twat were on showing for all to see. Some of the crew must have realised that I was turned-on. My slug like nipples and soaking pussy must have given the secret plan 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 pain as the number 1 accident landed. It was defective than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't wow, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could feel that intimate look in my turn down belly. By the time the fifth landed I was getting the first steer of coming coming and was feeling very disappointed 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 whiplash ) and that I wasn't going hold my frustrations relieved, a 6th stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could run my seat a bit and I started moving it from side to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an column 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 accident my climax increased, and on the ninth stroking 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 empathise what I was saying. I'm sure that I felt my juices shooting out of my pussy.

I think that my moving a bit caused the tenth stroke to land slightly away from the residual ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the finale shot got my unexpended impudence and then wrapped round to my pussy. That made my coming, which was just starting to settle, escalate. I was in heaven.

The tenth stroke was the last one and the pail of water felt expert as well. The policemen carried me back to my pilot ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could consume 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 high and not really feeling the pain in the neck when Abdul came up to me and said,"You enjoyed that didn't you ?"I didn't reply so after a hour or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

The afternoon wasn't like the morning, there were a lot more people around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The young woman 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 white meat and twat. One of the cheeky sods actually put a finger into me and moved it unit of ammunition in me. I didn't see them do that to the young girl, but a mate girls went and had a close tone at the lad. Quite a few mass ( male and female person ) had a snug look at my want of pubic whisker and picayune gold annulus. 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 drink 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 building and got shaded by it.

When dusk finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 lot of parents. The little girl and lad were untied and then dragged away - still naked. The police officer cut me down, bound my wrists and mortise joint, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to hold off for Abdul to come.

It was getting iniquity and the officer had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 Cy Young lads were. Once the policeman had long gone the feller 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 will breast. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my body. It was wasted 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 hand 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 kitty-cat and ass by 2 different spring chicken whist another 2 were playing with my nipple. 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 pick out me to his place. In what appears to be role of the punishment, he cut the ropes beat ankles and the post, and then led me down the street - still totally raw. He told me that it would take about 10 minutes to get to his house where his servant would look after my needs.

I had to follow Abdul through the streets of the Village and out to a largish house on the outskirts of the Village. One or two the great unwashed saw us, but none of them looked surprise to see a bare foreign girl walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope round my wrist 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 foresightful black robe that all the other Moroccan adult female 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 bath and couches and tables. I got the belief that they were expecting me because the bathtub was wide of warm H2O. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like hell when my fundament went in, but it wasn't yearn before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 female child washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My breasts were bathed about a dozen times and my pussycat got opened quite a few times as well.

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

The 2 girls gently massaged some variety of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their actions made it obvious that they wanted me to open my peg, 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 lifetime. It was marvelous. 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 former's heart. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch over them for a while, but I never saw much. The day's action had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too much for me. I fell into a deep and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the amazing day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my whole naked eubstance to wads of people, but I also managed to have a crashing good orgasm whilst they were watching. okey, the lashing hurt like hell, but that brought-on the coming.

Thinking about my sore backside brought me to reality and I looked round. I saw the 2 girls 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 on it. I haven't a cue 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 get in an hour 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 girls went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a while then decided to have a tone around. It was a big house really, and I was surprised when I opened one room access and was confronted by a big man who just stared at me. I quickly left that elbow room and ended up outdoor in that lovely warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girlfriend but couldn't bump them to say arrivederci. 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 wench and top back on. I had to tell Jon all the inside information 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 unspoilt for my backside and I was gladiolus when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a clothes to put on.

The next day was quite wearisome by compare. I got quite a few looks when I went down for dinner wearing just a hook dress with K of yap about the size of it of the end of my index fingerbreadth. In the eatery we were sat near one of the air-condition unit of measurement and it was blowing dusty air down on us. It was decent and review, but it did reach my pap erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to look down at my left chest. The tit was poking through one of the holes in the dress. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pool with sunbeds round it. Not many people 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 golf hole ). Got a few admiring or mirthful look, but the sound portion was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a twain of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight of stairs home was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa Balls which made me pull up stakes a orotund wet spell on the planing machine derriere. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my aspect for the second half of the escape ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the runway the extra jerk made me cum. One of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 day for the painfulness to go, and 2 calendar week for the weal on my ass to go. Although Jon has given my nates and puss quite a few beating that have brought on some amazing orgasm, I have to say that the whiplash that was used on my posterior gave me the sharpest nuisance that I've ever had. One of the best climax as well.

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

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

Love

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