The adventure I'm about to describe happened in spring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a concern trip-up. He managed to get a few mean solar day vacation and took me along with him.

misstep to Morocco

The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two multitude see what I wasn't wearing under my apparel. The flight took off late evening England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the head trip and the prospicient aeroplane journey I remembered the airplane misstep from Tenerife in Dec 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa orb and I'd been looking forward to hours of slow down vibrations sending pleasurable waves through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both asleep, me leaning over on my side on his chest.

When I woke up my header had fallen onto his lap and my hired hand 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 piece and pretended to be asleep 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 dusty. It was then that I realised that my short circuit dress had ridden up and my arse was nearly on prospect. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of the gangway had slumped down in their seat they would give birth been able-bodied to see my entire ass and my little gold rings. Those of you who have read my journal will eff that I have a picayune atomic number 79 hoop in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over most of my consistence and leg, but not before putting his arm under the cover. His hired man could just reach my kitty and he slowly played with my clit 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 cool. next morning Jon went and organised a hire car so that we could go and see some of the state before his meeting the next day.

I put on a slenderize cotton ‘ A'mini skirt, a lean halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and horseshoe, 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 ‘ tranquility word of honor'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would take a problem although we did maintain that nearly all the women were wearing longsighted black robe that covered nearly everything but their center.

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 village and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round of golf until Jon found a shop ( 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 ( or synagogue or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to birth a look round.

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

They took me down the road to a place that did look a bit like a pocket-sized police station, and locked me in a cell. I could hear Jon trying to utter to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't speak English people.

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 insult to their Church and God. woman there are supposed to be covered from head to metrical foot and me having no more than 2 or 3 square feet of fabric covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the other man went away and about an time of day 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 offense, one calendar week hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to reach the Brits Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that survive clock time individual had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of dialogue, a via media had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the Saami time. I was to get 10 whip of the whip in the village square the following day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my backside. It was the dubiousness of what else might happen that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very of import meeting the next day, so he had to provide me there and come back to amass me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison house cellular telephone. Quite a phone number of police officer 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 blanket round me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenage duad were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in binge. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless.

They never really stopped sobbing all Nox and I didn't manage to get a lot nap. It was cold as well.

Just after dawn the place started to wake-up and the man who spoke English people appeared. I'll shout him Abdul. That wasn't his epithet, but I couldn't pronounce his tangible name, never head spell it. Abdul told me what was going to bump that day. After breakfast ( it was horrible ), I was to be stripped and taken to the place of punishment. There I would stay, on exhibit until the punishment time ( noon ). After the punishment I would stay on on video display ( supposed to be a deterrent ) until dusk. Abdul would then collect me and fill me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the next morning.

Abdul told me that the two adolescent had been caught in a state of undress round the book binding of the Christian church, and that they were both to have a similar penalisation as me.

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



The police officer kept square faces as they stripped us, but they both had a bulge in their pant that weren't there when they came in.

Our wrists 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 police officer then led us out and down the street.

At initiative 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 aid than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 prominent inverted ‘ U'figure, and one belittled one. We were each taken to one of the turgid ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My implements of war were stretched high and my legs wide, but my foot were still on the ground. I guess that the mortification 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 young lady was sobbing just about all of the time. For me it wasn't a balk. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of it. The thought of all those people being able to see every square inch of my au naturel, hairless physical structure started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my kitty-cat juices starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policemen 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 stripling. They were both quite slim and had large blackened pubic bushes. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The girl's tits were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A chemical group of unseasoned girls came to appear at us. When they stood in figurehead 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 span of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic hair, my protruding clitoris and 2 pussy halo.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few the great unwashed came and had a dependable look at us and about once an hour, one of the policeman would occur over and collapse us a drink of water supply. As it got end to noonday, not only were my berm getting a little sunburnt, but Thomas More and more people were gathering. The anticipation was tremendous, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both flighty and aroused. If the air temperature hadn't been so high school I'm sure that my pussy juice would have been running right down my legs to the ground.

At high noon, amidst the whaling and bell ringing, 4 policemen 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 figure. He has now facing me with the crosspiece of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his shrivel dick peeking out of that people of fatal hair. His legs were bedcover wide and tied to the vertical and his wrists stretched panoptic and tied to the uprights of 2 of the large, turn back ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large 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 match of metre. What a wisecrack. I think that just about everyone in the square jumped a bit the first sentence he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the world-class fortuity landed, the lad screamed out and tried to shin justify. By the meter the thirdly separatrix landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the Lapp sentence, he had an erection. His spine 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 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 policemen had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The effort on her nude body was making it difficult for the men to grip her and hands were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her organic structure bent over like that, her short titty were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her lilliputian nipples were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and micturate herself. She was now quieten, but shaking something rotten. When the first gear stroke landed the scream was unbelievable then whimpering. When the indorsement landed there was another ear piercing scream then silence. The girl was out of it. The net 3 separatrix landed on a backside that didn't feel any annoyance. When she was undo, her hitch body collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of water that they threw over her didn't bring her round. She was untied and put back on her pilot ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my turn. I had incredible tactual sensation of fear and excitement. I remembered well the pain and pleasure that some ( almost ) of Jon's licking have given me. As I was marched over to the penalty bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't struggle as the men tied me over the bar. There was secrecy from the crowd as my ramification were bedcover all-inclusive and my back end and open cunt were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My heater like mamilla and soaking cunt must have given the game away - to those who knew what those affair mean.

I did jump a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really develop for the pain as the maiden shot landed. It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't belly laugh, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third landed I was getting used to the painfulness, and I could feel that familiar feeling in my lower belly. By the clip the twenty percent landed I was getting the start hint 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 thong ) and that I wasn't going induce my frustrations relieved, a 6th throw landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my backside 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 force per unit area 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 ninth stroking I came. It was a brassy 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 juices shooting out of my pussy.

I think that my moving a bit caused the tenth stroke to land slightly away from the balance ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the live stroke got my left field cheek and then wrapped round to my kitty-cat. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven.

The ten percent stroke was the cobbler's last one and the bucket of water felt good as well. The police officer carried me back to my master ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could have 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 sensation when Abdul came up to me and said,"You enjoyed that didn't you ?"I didn't response so after a arcminute or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

The afternoon wasn't like the morning, there were a lot Sir Thomas More people around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come rhythm and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too good either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my breasts and puss. One of the cheeky sods actually put a digit into me and moved it cycle in me. I didn't see them do that to the youthful lady friend, but a couple female child went and had a closelipped looking at at the lad. Quite a few people ( male and female ) had a close look at my lack of pubic haircloth and fiddling gold anchor ring. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) womanhood in Morocco that are like me.

The afternoon was hot and I was thankful 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 building and got shaded by it.

When gloam finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The fille and lad were unfastened and then dragged away - still naked. The policemen cut me down, bound my wrists and ankles, and tied me to one of the vertical. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting wickedness and the policemen had gone. They were no longer concern in me, but a chemical group of 4 Cy Young cub were. Once the policeman 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 consistency. One of them started squeezing my leftover breast. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my soundbox. It was wasted trying to worm as I was held firmly in piazza. All I could do was just digest there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me spring a bit. Then that deal went down and a finger went into my ass pickle. Meanwhile, the fingerbreadth from another Whitney Moore Young Jr. hired hand were exploring my pussy. I was being digit fucked in my pussycat and ass by 2 different juvenility whist another 2 were playing with my nipple. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard somebody shout something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to acquire me to his dwelling house. In what appears to be section of the punishment, he cut the ropes daily round articulatio talocruralis and the place, and then led me down the street - still totally defenseless. He told me that it would use up about 10 minutes to get to his house where his handmaid would take care after my needs.

I had to play along Abdul through the streets of the Village and out to a largish house on the outskirts of the village. One or two people saw us, but none of them looked surprised to see a naked foreign girl walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the business firm Abdul cut the rophy daily round my wrist as 2 teenage girls approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to observe them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the hanker black robes that all the other Moroccan women that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with gauze-like baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bathing tub and sofa and tabular array. I got the stamp that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full of warm water system. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like sin when my backside went in, but it wasn't longsighted before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My breasts were bathed about a dozen sentence and my twat got opened quite a few times as well.

About 20 minutes later they beckoned me out and gently patted me down with big piano towels. Then I had to lay face down on a narrow table. I was glad it was face down because it would possess hurt quite a bit to consume 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 spread my legs, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the inside of my legs and then to my pussy. I've never felt so relaxed in all my life. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a sec sexual climax. After the second orgasm 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 look on 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 a lot 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 torso to dozens of people, but I also managed to have a bloody unspoiled orgasm whilst they were watching. okeh, the lashing hurt like Inferno, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore backside brought me to realism and I looked round. I saw the 2 young woman talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the little girl came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a board that had some food 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 wench, top and skid were. He told me that Jon would make it 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 while then decided to have a look around. It was a big house really, and I was surprised when I opened one door and was confronted by a big man who just stared at me. I quickly left that elbow room and ended up alfresco in that lovely fond sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girls but couldn't witness them to say goodbye. 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 backbone on. I had to secernate Jon all the item of what had happened and he said,"I told you that you'd be all correct didn't I ?"

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

The adjacent day was quite irksome by comparability. I got quite a few look when I went down for dinner party wearing just a crochet dress with thousands of holes about the sizing of the end of my index number finger. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-conditioning whole and it was blowing coldness air down on us. It was skillful and refreshing, but it did create my nipples erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to look down at my left breast. The nipple 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 tweed Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my neck and ends between my twat and ass jam ). Got a few admiring or funny spirit, but the expert component part was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knee up. There were a couple of womanhood there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight of steps base was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa Balls which made me leave a large wet patch on the planing machine behind. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my face for the second half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the rack touched the rails the extra jar 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 pain to go, and 2 week for the wheals on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my backside and pussy quite a few whippings that have brought on some amazing orgasms, I have to say that the whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharp-worded pain in the neck that I've ever had. One of the best orgasms as well.

I hope you relish reading the details of our small trip to Al-Magrib. I know that I will always think back 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 take them and is felicitous with them.

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