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

trip to 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 frock. The flight took off late evening England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the aerodrome. When Jon told me about the tripper and the farseeing woodworking plane journey I remembered the carpenter's plane head trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to 60 minutes of ho-hum vibrations sending enjoyable undulation 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 head had fallen onto his lap and my helping hand was under my brain. 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 gone 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 adult female that he thought that my legs would get inhuman. It was then that I realised that my short dress had ridden up and my behind was nearly on eyeshot. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their buttocks they would have been able-bodied to see my intact ass and my piffling atomic number 79 rings. Those of you who have read my Journal will sleep with that I have a minuscule gold ring in each of my twat lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over virtually of my body and legs, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand 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 country before his meeting the next day.

I put on a thin cotton wool ‘ A'mini dame, a lean halter-top ( only just covered my white meat ) and shoes, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel porters came over to Jon and had a ‘ quiet Son'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my rubber going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have a problem although we did remark that nearly all the cleaning lady were wearing long ignominious gown that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakesh 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 rung 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 unknown looking solid food. I haven't a clew what it was, but it tasted all right field. As we were eating Jon spotted this Christian church ( or temple or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to have a look round.

Big misapprehension ! 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 breast 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 word that sounded like ‘ police ’.

They took me down the road to a place that did look a bit like a small-scale police station, and locked me in a cell. I could take heed Jon trying to talk to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't verbalize 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. woman there are supposed to be covered from head to foot and me having no more than 2 or 3 square up feet of stuff covering me was a big offence. 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 measure penalty for that sort of law-breaking, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 whip of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to meet the British Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that last meter somebody had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of talks, a compromise had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the same metre. I was to get 10 eyelash of the whip in the hamlet square the next day.

The whipping didn't really fright me - provided it was aimed at my posterior. It was the uncertainty of what else might hap that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very significant meeting the succeeding day, so he had to impart me there and come back to collect me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave alone and I was alone in the prison cell. Quite a number of policemen came to take in a facial expression at me through the bars. I guess they don't see many strange young lady, and even less wearing so little.

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

They never really stopped sobbing all night and I didn't manage to get 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 public figure, never mind turn it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast ( it was horrible ), I was to be stripped and taken to the piazza of penalization. There I would stay, on display until the punishment meter ( noon ). After the punishment I would remain on display ( supposed to be a handicap ) until fall. Abdul would then collect me and demand me to his home where I would bide until Jon came for me the next morning.

Abdul told me that the two teen had been caught in a nation of undress round the back of the church, and that they were both to stimulate a similar penalization as me.

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



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

Our wrist were tied together and we were tied onto one length of R-2 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 showtime there were only a few people watching us, but by the time we got to the village lame 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 large inverted ‘ U'shapes, and one modest one. We were each taken to one of the heavy ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My arm were stretched high and my peg panoptic, but my feet were still on the dry land. I guess that the humiliation of being on display, rout and raw was supposed to be a baulk ( maybe it was for the two teenagers ) they certainly weren't happy, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the metre. For me it wasn't a balk. Quite the black eye, I loved every minute of it. The mentation of all those people being capable to see every lame column inch of my bare, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could experience my twat succus starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the police officer to tie us to the underframe, and they then disappeared into a nearby edifice. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teenager. They were both quite slim and had vauntingly blackamoor pubic George Walker Bush. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The lady friend's tits were about the size of mine, but her pap were tiny.

A radical of Pres Young girlfriend came to calculate 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 clit and 2 twat rings.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few citizenry came and had a practiced feeling at us and about once an 60 minutes, one of the police officer would come over and give us a deglutition of water. As it got close to noon, not only were my shoulders getting a little sunburned, but more and more people were gathering. The prediction was tremendous, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both nervous and emotional. If the air temperature hadn't been so high I'm sure that my pussy juices would have been running right down my pegleg to the dry land.

At noontide, amidst the whaling and gong tintinnabulation, 4 officer appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the punishments started.

outset the lad was taken down and strapped over the minor ‘ U'shaped skeletal system. He has now facing me with the crossbeam of the ‘ U'just below his waist. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that flock of black pilus. His leg were spread wide and tied to the uprights and his wrists stretched wide and tied to the vertical of 2 of the boastfully, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large policeman with a minor whip appeared and stood following to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a dyad of times. What a go. I think that just about everyone in the lame jumped a bit the low gear time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the starting time stroke landed, the lad screamed out and tried to struggle barren. By the metre the third stroke landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the same time, he had an erecting. His binding was to the crowd so it was possible that only the girl and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her eyes were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the twenty percent stroke the lad had gone all quiet and his putz had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of piss over him then untied him and tied him back to his master ‘ U ’.

Next it was the missy's turn. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policemen had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The stew on her au naturel body was making it hard for the men to grip her and custody were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in plaza. With her body bent over like that, her fiddling breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little pap were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and peed herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the start stroke landed the scream was unbelievable then whimpering. When the indorse landed there was another ear piercing screaming then silence. The daughter was out of it. The last 3 strokes landed on a backside that didn't feel any pain. When she was unshackled, her limp dead body collapsed to the basis. Even the bucket of water system that they threw over her didn't bring her round. She was untied and put back on her original ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my go. I had unbelievable spirit of fearfulness and excitement. I remembered well the pain and delight that some ( most ) of Jon's lacing have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the crew. He was smiling.

I didn't conflict as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the crowd as my branch were bedcover wide and my tail end and open pussy were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must feature realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like tit and soaking slit must have given the game away - to those who knew what those thing mean.

I did jump a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really train for the pain in the neck as the start stroke landed. It was spoiled than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the endorse and one-third landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could find that familiar feeling in my lower belly. By the time the fifth landed I was getting the first 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 lashes ) and that I wasn't going give birth my thwarting relieved, a one-sixth accident landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my backside a bit and I started moving it from position 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 dainty.

During the next 2 stroking my climax increased, and on the ninth cerebrovascular accident I came. It was a loud climax as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"thinking that no one would be able to realise what I was saying. I'm sure that I felt my juices shooting out of my pussy.

I think that my moving a bit caused the ten percent diagonal to land slightly away from the rest ( which had accurately places across both buttock of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last stroke got my left field buttock and then wrapped bout to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, heighten. I was in heaven.

The tenth part stroke was the last one and the bucket of urine felt right as well. The police officer carried me back to my original ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could feature walked. One of the police officer 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 minute or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

The afternoon wasn't like the forenoon, there were a lot to a greater extent 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 breasts and pussy. One of the cheeky sodomist actually put a finger into me and moved it one shot in me. I didn't see them do that to the immature girlfriend, but a match girls went and had a shut looking at at the lad. Quite a few masses ( male and distaff ) had a close spirit at my want of pubic hair and minuscule gold band. 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 drinking of water system that the police officer gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn't on us ( me ) much. I was quite fill up to a building and got shaded by it.

When crepuscule finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 solidification of parents. The girl and lad were unfettered and then dragged away - still naked. The policemen cut me down, bound my wrists and ankles, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to look for Abdul to make it.

It was getting dark and the officer had gone. They were no longer occupy in me, but a radical of 4 Pres Young lads were. Once the policemen had long gone the chap 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 boob. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my body. It was superfluous 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 jumpstart a bit. Then that handwriting went down and a finger went into my ass gob. Meanwhile, the fingerbreadth from another unseasoned paw were exploring my slit. I was being finger's breadth fucked in my pussy and ass by 2 unlike youths whist another 2 were playing with my tits. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone shout something in Arabic and the early days ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to withdraw me to his home. In what appears to be part of the punishment, he cut the ropes round ankle joint and the post, and then led me down the street - still totally naked. He told me that it would take about 10 min to get to his house where his handmaiden would look after my needs.

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

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the roofy beat my wrists as 2 teenage young lady approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to keep abreast them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the tenacious black robes that all the other Moroccan fair sex that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with diaphanous baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bathtub and couches and tables. I got the impression that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full of warm water. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The water stung like hell when my backside went in, but it wasn't farseeing before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my consistence. And I mean all of my physical structure. My breast were bathed about a dozen times and my pussy got opened quite a few times as well.

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

The 2 girl gently massaged some sorting of oil on my sunburned back and my keister. Their action at law made it obvious that they wanted me to give 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 climax. After the 2nd orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each other's centre. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch 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 much for me. I fell into a deep and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the nonplus day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to unwrap my unharmed naked physical structure to XII of people, but I also managed to hold a blinking full orgasm whilst they were watching. OK, the lashing hurt like hell, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore rear end brought me to reality and I looked beat. I saw the 2 missy talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the female child came over to me and beckoned me to stick with her. We went to a table that had some food on it. I haven't a clue what any of it was, but it went down well.

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

I waited there for a spell then decided to have a look 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 room and ended up outside in that lovely warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girls but couldn't find 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 annulus and top back on. I had to tell Jon all the details of what had happened and he said,"I told you that you'd be all flop didn't I ?"

Sat in the car for all that time wasn't right 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 deadening by compare. I got quite a few facial expression when I went down for dinner wearing just a crochet dress with thousands of holes about the size of the end of my index finger. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-conditioning unit and it was blowing frigidness air down on us. It was nice and fresh, but it did build my nipples erect. About half way through the repast Jon told me to search down at my left breast. The mamilla was poking through one of the holes in the dress. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pond 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 and ends between my pussy and ass kettle of fish ). Got a few admiring or funny smell, but the best part was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a couple of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flying home was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to bear my Ben Wa lump which made me leave behind a big wet patch on the planing machine butt. I had a ‘ flushed'feel on my face for the sec half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the runway the extra jolt made me cum. One of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journeying was uneventful

It took 4 mean solar day for the pain to go, and 2 hebdomad for the welt on my bottom to go. Although Jon has given my backside and slit quite a few whippings that have brought on some vex orgasms, I have to say that the whip that was used on my tail gave me the sharpest pains that I've ever had. One of the best coming as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading the details of our little trip to Kingdom of Morocco. I know that I will always commemorate 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 pageboy as and when he's read them and is happy with them.

dearest

V