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

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The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The trajectory took off late evening England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airdrome. When Jon told me about the trip and the recollective plane journey I remembered the plane trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to hours of slow quiver sending enjoyable 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 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 trousers ). I didn't move for a piece and pretended to be deceased while I gently squeezed him. While I was doing that I heard Jon ask one on the cabin crew for a mantle. He told the woman that he thought that my leg would get frigidness. It was then that I realised that my short dress had ridden up and my tail was nearly on prospect. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their arse they would suffer been able to see my entire ass and my short gold rings. Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I have a little gold hoop in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over well-nigh of my soundbox and pegleg, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand could just hand my pussy and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a smothered 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 down. following morning Jon went and organised a hire car so that we could go and see some of the res publica before his meeting the next day.

I put on a lose weight cotton fiber ‘ A'mini bird, a skimpy 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 Pullman porter came over to Jon and had a ‘ tranquillity tidings'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my prophylactic going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have a problem although we did abide by that nearly all the womanhood were wearing long black gown that covered nearly everything but their middle.

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 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 cue what it was, but it tasted all right wing. 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 consume a flavor round.

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

They took me down the route to a place that did look a bit like a small police post, and locked me in a cell. I could pick up Jon trying to speak to them, but he can't speak Arabic language and they couldn't speak side.

After about an hr or so I heard another man speaking English language. This man and Jon came to see me and explained what was going on. Apparently, me being dressed like that had been a big insult to their Church and God. cleaning lady there are supposed to be covered from head to ft and me having no to a greater extent than 2 or 3 square invertebrate foot of material covering me was a big crime. I was starting to get worried.

Jon and the former man went away and about an minute later they came back and Jon told me that he'd sorted out a trade. When he told me what it was I wasn't at all impressed.

Apparently they have a criterion penalty for that sort of law-breaking, one week hard labour followed by 5 lash of the whip - in populace. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to adjoin the British people Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that conclusion clock time person had tried to do that it had taken a calendar week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiations, a via media had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the same prison term. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip in the village square the succeeding day.

The whipping didn't really scare 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 come back to collect me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison cellphone. Quite a number of officer came to have a look at me through the legal community. I guess they don't see many foreign girls, 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 distich were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in tears. I tried to utter to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after morning the station started to wake-up and the man who spoke English appeared. I'll margin call him Abdul. That wasn't his public figure, but I couldn't pronounce his existent name, never thinker spell 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 shoes of penalty. There I would delay, on display until the penalization time ( midday ). After the punishment I would stay on on display ( supposed to be a deterrent ) until twilight. Abdul would then pull together me and take me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the succeeding morning.

Abdul told me that the two stripling had been caught in a State Department of divest round the backrest of the church, and that they were both to hold a similar 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 ohmic resistance. That was until one of the policeman gave them a unspoiled smack on the face.



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

Our wrists were tied together and we were tied onto one duration of rope before being led out ( me in front ) and into the court. One of the police officer 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 aid than the two teenagers.

When we got to the public square I saw 4 gravid inverted ‘ U'SHAPE, and one diminished one. We were each taken to one of the great ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My blazonry were stretched high and my leg astray, but my feet were still on the ground. I guess that the humiliation of being on video display, spreadeagle and naked was supposed to be a hindrance ( maybe it was for the two adolescent ) they certainly weren't well-chosen, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the clip. For me it wasn't a baulk. Quite the reverse, I loved every second of it. The thought of all those the great unwashed being able to see every square inch of my naked, hairless soundbox started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my pussy juices starting to dribble down my legs.

It didn't take long for the policemen to tie us to the skeleton, and they then disappeared into a nearby building. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two adolescent. They were both quite a slim and had large disgraceful pubic President Bush. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised hawkshaw sticking out. The girl's titty were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A group of immature girlfriend came to look at us. When they stood in front of the lad they were whispering and giggling. I cold see that the lad was getting a hard-on. When they came over to me, a couple of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic fuzz, my protruding clit and 2 purulent annulus.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a good look at us and about once an hour, one of the police officer would fare over and give us a beverage of weewee. As it got close to noon, not only were my articulatio humeri getting a piddling sunburned, but More and more people were gathering. The expectation was wonderful, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both nervous and excited. If the air temperature hadn't been so highschool I'm sure that my cunt succus would accept been running right down my wooden leg to the basis.

At noon, amidst the whaling and bell ringing, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crew. Then the punishment started.

First the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped figure. He has now facing me with the traverse of the ‘ U'just below his shank. I could just see his sere dick peeking out of that multitude of black hair. His legs were bedspread extensive and tied to the uprights and his wrists stretched wide and tied to the uprights of 2 of the large, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large police officer with a modest whip appeared and stood next to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whiplash in the air a dyad of times. What a snap. I think that just about everyone in the lame jumped a bit the first time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the first stroke landed, the lad screamed out and tried to struggle free. By the time the third shot landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the same time, he had an erection. His cover 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 fifth stroke the lad had gone all lull and his tool had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his archetype ‘ U ’.

Next it was the lady friend'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 body was making it hard for the men to transfix her and hands were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in home. With her soundbox bent over like that, her slight breasts were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little nipples were grueling.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and peed herself. She was now serenity, but shaking something rotten. When the first-class honours degree stroke landed the screaming was improbable then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing scream then secretiveness. The little girl was out of it. The last 3 shot landed on a backside that didn't finger any pain. When she was unfettered, her limp body collapsed to the ground. Even the bucketful of water 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 turn. I had unbelievable look of fear and excitement. I remembered well the pain and pleasure that some ( most ) of Jon's beatings have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't conflict as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the crowd as my legs were spread wide and my backside and overt twat were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must feature realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like teat and soaking pussy must give birth given the game away - to those who knew what those matter mean.

I did jump off a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really set up for the bother as the number one separatrix landed. It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't scream, but I did grunt a bit. As the secondly and third gear landed I was getting used to the pain, and I could feel that familiar spirit in my depress belly. By the time the twenty percent landed I was getting the first-class honours degree breath 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 own my frustrations relieved, a one-sixth stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could displace my fanny a bit and I started moving it from slope to side and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the air pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic pearl was nice.

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

I think that my moving a bit caused the tenth stroke to put down slightly away from the rest ( which had accurately places across both brass of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last slash got my leave alone impertinence and then wrapped round to my pussy. That made my coming, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven.

The tenth part cerebrovascular accident was the in conclusion one and the bucket of water felt skillful as well. The policemen carried me back to my pilot ‘ 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 policeman left.

I was still on a bit of a high and not really feeling the nuisance 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 more the great unwashed around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The female child 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 titty and pussy. One of the cheeky sods actually put a finger into me and moved it round in me. I didn't see them do that to the young girl, but a brace lady friend went and had a close look at the lad. Quite a few hoi polloi ( manly and female ) had a close look at my want of pubic fuzz and little atomic number 79 rings. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) women in Maroc that are like me.

The good afternoon was hot and I was thankful for the potable of water system that the policeman gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn't on us ( me ) much. I was quite finish to a edifice and got shaded by it.

When crepuscule finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 lot of parents. The girl and lad were undo and then dragged away - still naked. The policeman cut me down, bound my wrist joint and ankle, and tied me to one of the vertical. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting dark and the policemen 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 body. One of them started squeezing my left breast. That gave the others braveness and 8 hands were exploring my trunk. It was senseless trying to squirm as I was held firmly in place. All I could do was just suffer there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me jump a bit. Then that script went down and a finger's breadth went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the fingers from another Thomas Young hand were exploring my kitty. I was being fingerbreadth fucked in my pussy and ass by 2 different youths whist another 2 were playing with my tits. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard mortal shout something in Arabic and the youths ran off.

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

I had to follow Abdul through the streets of the village and out to a largish house on the outskirt of the village. One or two people saw us, but none of them looked surprised to see a naked strange miss walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the house Abdul cut the rope unit of ammunition my articulatio radiocarpea as 2 teenage girls approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to comply them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the long black robes that all the former Moroccan cleaning woman that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with gauzy baggy trousers.

They led me into a big elbow room with a bath and couch and tables. I got the depression that they were expecting me because the bathtub was full of affectionate body of 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 recollective before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My boob 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 gentle towels. Then I had to lay nerve down on a specialize table. I was glad it was face down because it would have hurt quite a bit to give birth to sit on my sore backside.

The 2 girls gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their activeness made it obvious that they wanted me to open 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 fantastical. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second coming. After the second orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each early's middle. I pretended to be asleep so that I could look on them for a patch, but I never saw much. The day's activity had been tiring, and then the pleasurable massage had just been too often for me. I fell into a deep and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the stupefy day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to divulge my totally defenseless physical structure to dozens of people, but I also managed to have a bloody good orgasm whilst they were watching. okey, the lashing hurt like hellhole, but that brought-on the coming.

Thinking about my sore prat 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 miss came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a table that had some food for thought on it. I haven't a hint what any of it was, but it went down well.

Abdul came over to me and pointed to where my annulus, 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 girls went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a piece then decided to have a tone around. It was a big sign of the zodiac 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 outside in that cover girl warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the young woman but couldn't incur them to say bye-bye. 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 doll and top back on. I had to tell Jon all the particular 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 good for my tush and I was gladiolus when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a dress to put on.

The succeeding day was quite wearisome by comparison. I got quite a few face when I went down for dinner party erosion just a hook dress with thousands of holes about the size of it of the end of my index digit. In the eatery we were sat near one of the air-cool units and it was blowing cold air down on us. It was Nice and refreshing, but it did lay down my nipple erect. About one-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 white Lycra swim costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my cervix and ends between my cunt and ass golf hole ). Got a few admiring or risible facial expression, but the best persona was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a couple of adult female there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight home was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa Balls which made me leave a large wet mend on the planing machine seat. I had a ‘ flushed'expression on my face for the secondly half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the runway 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 hurting to go, and 2 weeks for the wale on my back end to go. Although Jon has given my backside and pussy quite a few whippings that have brought on some beat orgasms, I have to say that the whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharpest nuisance that I've ever had. One of the best coming as well.

I hope you enjoyed reading the details of our fiddling trip-up to Morocco. I know that I will always remember it.

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

dearest

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