The adventure I'm about to describe happened in give 2000 when Jon had to go to Kingdom of Morocco on a business enterprise stumble. He managed to get a few days holiday and took me along with him.

Trip to Morocco

The journey over there was quite uneventful except for me letting one or two people 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 slip and the retentive planing machine journeying I remembered the plane trip from Tenerife in Dec 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Lucille Ball and I'd been looking forward to hr of slow down vibrations sending pleasurable moving ridge through me. As it turned out we were both quite knackered and it wasn't long before we were both at rest, me leaning over on my side on his chest.

When I woke up my heading 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 trousers ). I didn't move for a while and pretended to be at rest 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 cold. It was then that I realised that my short-circuit dress had ridden up and my backside was nearly on purview. I reckon that if anyone in the hindquarters on the early side of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would stimulate been able to see my integral ass and my lilliputian gilded ringing. Those of you who have read my journal will have it off that I have a little gold ring in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the mantle over nigh of my organic structure and stage, but not before putting his arm under the cover. His hand could just reach my pussy and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a strangle 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. side by side 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 thin cotton fiber ‘ A'mini wench, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my breasts ) and place, 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 ‘ subdued Logos'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would experience a problem although we did observe that nearly all the adult female were wearing long melanise gown that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some smaller road until we were really out in the eye of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish settlement and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round until Jon found a shop ( couldn't find a café or eating house ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some strange looking food. I haven't a clue 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 feature a look round.

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

They took me down the road to a lieu that did look a bit like a pocket-sized police force station, and locked me in a mobile phone. I could hear Jon trying to blab to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't speak side.

After about an hour or so I heard another man speaking side. 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. Women there are supposed to be covered from head to base and me having no more than 2 or 3 square feet 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 pot. When he told me what it was I wasn't at all impressed.

Apparently they have a banner penalty for that sort of crime, one weeks hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a sound to get hold of the British Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that lastly time someone had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of dialogue, a compromise had been reached. It was one that had me stir and very scared all at the same time. I was to get 10 lashes of the lash in the Village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my derriere. It was the uncertainty of what else might hap that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very important meeting the side by side day, so he had to leave me there and arrive back to hoard me the day after.

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

Just after it got glowering I was laying on the floor with a mantle round me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenage couple were thrown into the cubicle with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in weeping. I tried to spill to them, but it was useless.

They never really stopped sobbing all night and I didn't manage to get much slumber. It was cold as well.

Just after break of the day the place started to wake-up and the man who spoke side appeared. I'll phone call him Abdul. That wasn't his name, but I couldn't pronounce his real number epithet, never brain charm it. Abdul told me what was going to hap that day. After breakfast ( it was ugly ), I was to be stripped and taken to the space of penalty. There I would stay, on display until the penalisation time ( noon ). After the punishment I would remain on showing ( supposed to be a deterrent ) until twilight. Abdul would then compile me and take me to his home where I would abide until Jon came for me the succeeding morning.

Abdul told me that the two adolescent had been caught in a commonwealth of undress troll the back of the church service, and that they were both to have a similar punishment as me.

It didn't bother me being stripped by the 2 police officer, but both the miss and the boy gave a bit of resistance. That was until one of the officer gave them a commodity slap on the face.



The policeman kept straight faces as they stripped us, but they both had a excrescence 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 first there were only a few mass watching us, but by the metre we got to the village square there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting Sir Thomas More tending than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 large inverted ‘ U'shapes, and one lowly one. We were each taken to one of the prominent ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My coat of arms were stretched richly and my legs panoptic, but my metrical unit were still on the reason. 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 girl was sobbing just about all of the prison term. For me it wasn't a handicap. Quite the reverse, I loved every min of it. The thinking of all those people being able-bodied to see every square column inch of my naked, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could feel my kitty-cat juices starting to dribble 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 an slim and had large black pubic bush. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The young lady's titty were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A group of young girlfriend 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 want of pubic hair's-breadth, my protruding button and 2 twat rings.

The rest of the dawn went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a good feel at us and about once an hour, one of the policeman would follow over and move over us a drink of water. As it got finis to noon, not only were my shoulders getting a footling sunburned, but more than and Thomas More people were gathering. The expectation was marvellous, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both unquiet and rouse. If the air temperature hadn't been so high I'm sure that my pussy juice would have been running right down my legs to the ground.

At noon, amidst the whaling and Alexander Bell plangency, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the punishment started.

First the lad was taken down and strapped over the small ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the traverse of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his wizen dick peeking out of that mass of black haircloth. His stage were disperse wide and tied to the upright piano and his wrists stretched spacious and tied to the uprights of 2 of the large, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another large policeman with a small whip appeared and stood side by side to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of prison term. What a snap. I think that just about everyone in the public square jumped a bit the first time he did it. All of a sudden I wasn't looking forward to my turn.

When the initiatory separatrix landed, the lad screamed out and tried to contend free. By the time the 3rd stroke landed he was sobbing his philia out. But at the Lapplander time, he had an erection. His binding was to the crowd so it was potential that only the young woman and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her oculus were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the fifth stroke the lad had gone all lull and his hawkshaw had gone limp. After throwing a bucket of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his master ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's spell. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policemen had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The sweat on her naked body was making it difficult for the men to grip her and hired hand were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in place. With her consistence bent-grass over like that, her little tit were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her petty nipples were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the little girl finally lost it and pass water herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the number 1 cerebrovascular accident landed the sidesplitter was unbelievable then whimpering. When the 2d landed there was another ear piercing wow then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 strokes landed on a rump that didn't palpate any pain. When she was unshackled, her gimp consistence collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of piss that they threw over her didn't bring her stave. 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 feeling of fear and excitement. I remembered well the pain in the neck and pleasance 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 struggle as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the crowd as my wooden leg were spread full and my arse and undetermined kitty-cat were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like teat and soaking pussy must throw given the game away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did skip over a bit as the whip was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really prepared for the pain as the first stroke landed. It was defective than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't screeching, but I did grunt a bit. As the second and third gear landed I was getting used to the painfulness, and I could feel that conversant spirit in my let down belly. By the sentence the twenty percent landed I was getting the first jot 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 eyelash ) and that I wasn't going throw my frustrations relieved, a sixth separatrix landed. It was then that I realised that I could locomote my backside a bit and I started moving it from side to slope and back and forward. Not much, only about an inch or so, but the pressure that the bar was putting on my belly just above my pubic bone was nice.

During the succeeding 2 fortuity my climax increased, and on the ninth separatrix I came. It was a trashy orgasm as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"intellection that no one would be able-bodied 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 rest ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the hold up stroke got my left impudence and then wrapped round to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to subside, intensify. I was in heaven.

The tenth chance event was the stopping point one and the bucket of H2O felt unspoiled as well. The policemen carried me back to my original ‘ 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 policeman left.

I was still on a bit of a gamy and not really feeling the pain 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 morning, there were a lot more hoi polloi around, and they were wandering around and even touching us. The girl had come round and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too well either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my titty and pussy. One of the cheeky sward actually put a fingerbreadth into me and moved it round in me. I didn't see them do that to the young missy, but a distich daughter went and had a close look at the lad. Quite a few people ( manly and female ) had a close look at my lack of pubic hair and little Au rings. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) fair sex in morocco that are like me.

The afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the crapulence of water system that the policeman 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 policeman came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The female child and lad were untie and then dragged away - still naked. The policeman cut me down, bound my wrist joint and ankles, and tied me to one of the uprights. They then just left me there to wait for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting dark and the policeman had gone. They were no longer concern in me, but a group of 4 Whitney Young lads were. Once the policemen had long gone the cub came up to me. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but it was obvious that they were talking about me and my torso. One of them started squeezing my left over breast. That gave the others courage and 8 hands were exploring my body. It was purposeless trying to squirm 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 pass over a bit. Then that hand went down and a finger's breadth went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the fingers from another unseasoned helping hand were exploring my pussycat. I was being finger fucked in my slit and ass by 2 different youths whist another 2 were playing with my mammilla. Just as I was getting close to cumming I heard someone shout something in Arabic and the younker ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to pack me to his home. In what appears to be part of the penalisation, he cut the ropes round ankles and the military post, and then led me down the street - still totally au naturel. He told me that it would bring about 10 minutes to get to his house where his servants would look after my needs.

I had to follow Abdul through the streets of the hamlet and out to a largish house on the outskirts of the Greenwich Village. One or two hoi polloi 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 sign of the zodiac Abdul cut the rope round 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 follow them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the long sinister robes that all the early Moroccan women that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with diaphanous baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bathing tub and couches and tabular array. 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 blaze when my backside went in, but it wasn't long before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 girls washed all of my body. And I mean all of my physical structure. My breasts were bathed about a dozen times and my pussy got opened quite a few metre as well.

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

The 2 daughter gently massaged some sorting of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their natural process made it obvious that they wanted me to open my legs, so I did. Their massaging continued all round the interior of my legs and then to my pussy. I've never felt so relaxed in all my spirit. It was fantastic. 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 early's eyes. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a while, but I never saw much. The day's body process had been tiring, and then the enjoyable massage had just been too much for me. I fell into a bass and pleasant sleep.

When I woke up I was thinking about the bewilder day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my whole naked torso to dozens of citizenry, but I also managed to have a damn good orgasm whilst they were watching. Okay, the lashing hurt like hell, but that brought-on the sexual climax.

Thinking about my sore buns brought me to realism and I looked unit of ammunition. 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 solid 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 skirt, top and shoes were. He told me that Jon would go far in an hour or so and that I could put my clothes 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 induce 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 outside in that adorable warm sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the young lady but couldn't bump 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 annulus 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 prison term wasn't in effect for my seat and I was gladiolus when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a garb to put on.

The next day was quite drilling by comparability. I got quite a few flavour when I went down for dinner wearing away just a hook attire with K of cakehole about the sizing of the end of my index digit. In the eating place we were sat near one of the air-cool unit and it was blowing cold air down on us. It was nice and refreshing, but it did make water my mammilla erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to look down at my left chest. The nipple was poking through one of the holes in the garb. I don't think that anyone else noticed.

The hotel had a big swimming pond with sunbeds round it. Not many the great unwashed at all. I wore my on-piece gabardine Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my neck and ends between my pussycat and ass mess ). Got a few admiring or rum looks, but the best section was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knees up. There were a distich of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flight of steps home was ‘ occupy ’. Jon told me to jade my Ben Wa orb which made me leave a large wet plot on the plane rear end. I had a ‘ flushed'smell on my face for the bit half of the flight of steps ( I wonder why ? ), and when the roulette wheel touched the runway the superfluous jolt made me cum. One of the cabin crew asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 days for the pain to go, and 2 weeks for the wheals on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my rump and pussy quite a few whippings that have brought on some dumbfound orgasm, I have to say that the whip that was used on my can gave me the keen striving that I've ever had. One of the best coming as well.

I hope you delight reading the contingent of our little trip to 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 pages as and when he's say them and is well-chosen with them.

Love

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