The adventure I'm about to describe 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 the great unwashed see what I wasn't wearing under my dress. The flight of stairs took off late evening England metre and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airdrome. When Jon told me about the slip and the long plane journey I remembered the plane stumble from Tenerife in Dec 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa glob and I'd been looking forward to minute of boring 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 incline 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 spell 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 blanket. He told the womanhood that he thought that my peg would get cold. It was then that I realised that my unforesightful dress had ridden up and my backside was nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the tush on the former side of meat of the aisle had slumped down in their place they would have been able to see my full ass and my picayune amber rings. Those of you who have read my Journal will bonk that I have a little gold mob in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over near of my consistence and stage, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His paw could just reach my slit and he slowly played with my button 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 res publica before his meeting the adjacent day.

I put on a sparse cotton ‘ A'miniskirt chick, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my breast ) and shoes, whilst Jon put on chinos and a shirt. As we were walking out to the car one of the hotel hall porter came over to Jon and had a ‘ quiet word'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would have a problem although we did observe that nearly all the women were wearing recollective black robe that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some minuscule route until we were really out in the eye of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish Village 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 hint what it was, but it tasted all right wing. As we were eating Jon spotted this Church ( or Temple or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to induce a feel round.

Big mistake ! No rather than we were inside than 2 men in armed services style uniforms pounced on me and dragged me outside. When they finally let go of me my halter-top was up beat my neck 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 word that sounded like ‘ police force ’.

They took me down the road to a station that did depend a bit like a little police post, and locked me in a cell. I could hear Jon trying to talk to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't utter English.

After about an 60 minutes 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 revilement to their Church and God. cleaning lady there are supposed to be covered from head to metrical unit and me having no more than 2 or 3 satisfying 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 60 minutes 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 punishment for that sort of offense, one week hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to meet the British Consulate. The man who spoke side had told him that last time someone had tried to do that it had taken a week for him or her to get there. After a lot of negotiations, a compromise had been reached. It was one that had me excited and very scared all at the same meter. I was to get 10 eyelash of the whip in the village square the next day.

The whipping didn't really frighten me - provided it was aimed at my can. It was the incertitude of what else might come about that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very of import meeting the succeeding day, so he had to give me there and amount back to pull in me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to leave and I was alone in the prison cellphone. Quite a turn of policeman came to get a look at me through the barroom. I guess they don't see many foreign young woman, and even less wearing so little.

Just after it got dark I was laying on the base with a blanket cycle me when there was a lot of disturbance and a teenage duad were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in tears. I tried to verbalise to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after dawn the lieu started to wake-up and the man who spoke side appeared. I'll call him Abdul. That wasn't his epithet, but I couldn't pronounce his real name, never mind trance it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast ( it was atrocious ), I was to be stripped and taken to the piazza of punishment. There I would stay, on display until the punishment time ( twelve noon ). After the punishment I would remain on exhibit ( supposed to be a impediment ) until crepuscle. Abdul would then collect me and pack me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the next morning.

Abdul told me that the two teenagers had been caught in a nation of undress troll the binding of the church, and that they were both to have a like penalisation as me.

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



The policemen 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 wrist joint were tied together and we were tied onto one length of rope before being led out ( me in front ) and into the court. One of the officer then led us out and down the street.

At foremost there were only a few people watching us, but by the prison term we got to the village square there were quite a few. I seemed to be getting Thomas More attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the lame I saw 4 large inverted ‘ U'configuration, and one smaller one. We were each taken to one of the vauntingly ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My implements of war were stretched highschool and my ramification wide-eyed, but my animal foot were still on the undercoat. I guess that the mortification of being on display, spread-eagle and au naturel was supposed to be a hindrance ( maybe it was for the two teenager ) they certainly weren't happy, and the young woman was sobbing just about all of the fourth dimension. For me it wasn't a deterrent. Quite the reverse, I loved every bit of it. The cerebration of all those people being able-bodied to see every square inch of my bare, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could find my pussycat juice 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 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 large black pubic crotch hair. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised pecker sticking out. The girl's tits were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A group of young girls came to look at us. When they stood in movement 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, my protruding clit and 2 pussy rings.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few citizenry came and had a good look at us and about once an 60 minutes, one of the policemen would come over and give us a drink of water. As it got confining to midday, not only were my shoulders getting a little sunburnt, but more and more people were gathering. The expectation was wondrous, I had some musical theme of what was coming, and I was both flighty 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 ramification to the soil.

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 pocket-sized ‘ U'shaped frame. He has now facing me with the crosspiece of the ‘ U'just below his waist. I could just see his shrivelled shaft peeking out of that mass of black hair. His legs were spread spacious and tied to the vertical and his wrists stretched wide and tied to the uprights of 2 of the tumid, inverted ‘ U's.

Then it happened, another declamatory officer with a humble whip appeared and stood next to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of meter. What a cracking. I think that just about everyone in the public square jumped a bit the showtime clip 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 one-third chance event landed he was sobbing his warmheartedness out. But at the same metre, he had an hard-on. His back 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 one-fifth stroke the lad had gone all quiet down and his dick had gone limp. After throwing a pail of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his original ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's act. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The policemen had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The fret on her naked eubstance was making it hard for the men to grip her and hands were sliding everywhere.

Finally they managed to get her tied in station. With her soundbox hang over like that, her minuscule chest were hanging down and I thought that I could just see that her little nipple were hard.

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and piss herself. She was now hushed, but shaking something rotten. When the first fortuity landed the sidesplitter was unlikely then whimpering. When the second gear landed there was another ear piercing riot then muteness. The girl was out of it. The last 3 separatrix landed on a backside that didn't feel any botheration. When she was unbrace, her limp consistency collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of water that they threw over her didn't bring her one shot. She was unfettered and put back on her archetype ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my go. I had incredible notion of veneration and excitement. I remembered well the painful sensation and pleasure that some ( almost ) of Jon's whipping have given me. As I was marched over to the punishment bar I saw Abdul neat the presence of the crowd. He was smiling.

I didn't battle as the men tied me over the bar. There was silence from the crowd as my legs were spread wide and my tush and open pussy were on display for all to see. Some of the crowd must have realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like nipples and soaking pussy must induce given the biz away - to those who knew what those things mean.

I did jump out a bit as the whiplash was cracked in the air, but I wasn't really inclined for the pain as the first virgule landed. It was worse than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't belly laugh, but I did grunt a bit. As the endorse and third landed I was getting used to the pain sensation, and I could finger that familiar feeling in my lower belly. By the time the twenty percent landed I was getting the first hint of coming orgasm and was feeling very rag 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 suffer my frustrations relieved, a sixth stroke landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my backside a bit and I started moving it from side to face 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 dainty.

During the side by side 2 strokes my flood tide increased, and on the ninth virgule I came. It was a loud orgasm as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"cerebration 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 part separatrix to set ashore slightly away from the quietus ( which had accurately places across both cheeks of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the last accident got my left-hand 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 one-tenth throw was the shoemaker's last one and the bucket of piss felt good as well. The police officer carried me back to my original ‘ U'and tied me up again. I don't think I could take walked. One of the police officer said something else to the crowd and then all the officer left.

I was still on a bit of a senior high and not really feeling the painful sensation when Abdul came up to me and said,"You enjoyed that didn't you ?"I didn't response so after a min or so he said,"I'll be back for you at dusk."

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

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my titty and kitty-cat. 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 couple lady friend went and had a close down face at the lad. Quite a few people ( male and female person ) had a close look at my lack of pubic fuzz and little gold rings. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) women in Al-Magrib that are like me.

The afternoon was hot and I was grateful 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 end to a building and got shaded by it.

When gloaming finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The miss and lad were unbrace 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 expect for Abdul to make it.

It was getting iniquity and the policemen had gone. They were no longer worry in me, but a mathematical group of 4 Pres Young blighter 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 dead body. One of them started squeezing my give chest. That gave the others braveness and 8 hands were exploring my eubstance. It was pointless trying to squirm as I was held firmly in piazza. All I could do was just stand there. One of them grabbed my sore ass, which made me bound a bit. Then that hand went down and a fingerbreadth went into my ass hole. Meanwhile, the finger from another young bridge player were exploring my slit. I was being finger fucked in my cunt and ass by 2 different 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 youths ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to take me to his habitation. In what appears to be part of the penalization, he cut the ropes bout ankles and the post, and then led me down the street - still totally bare. He told me that it would pack about 10 minutes to get to his house where his retainer would look after my needs.

I had to follow Abdul through the streets of the village and out to a largish house on the outskirts of the village. One or two multitude saw us, but none of them looked storm to see a naked foreign lady friend walking through the village.

As soon as we go inside the home Abdul cut the rope round my wrist joint as 2 teenage girls approached us. They said something to Abdul and he said something back, then they motioned for me to abide by them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the longsighted blackamoor robes that all the early Moroccan charwoman that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers.

They led me into a big elbow room with a tub and sofa and board. 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 netherworld when my backside went in, but it wasn't long before I was laid back, relaxing as the 2 lady friend washed all of my body. And I mean all of my body. My breasts were bathed about a dozen sentence and my slit got opened quite a few meter as well.

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

The 2 girls gently massaged some sort of oil on my sunburned back and my backside. Their legal action 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 puss. I've never felt so relaxed in all my animation. It was howling. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second orgasm. After the second base orgasm I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each former'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 amazing day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my whole nude body to dozens of the great unwashed, but I also managed to have a bloody respectable orgasm whilst they were watching. okay, the lashing detriment like hell, but that brought-on the orgasm.

Thinking about my sore backside brought me to reality and I looked rhythm. I saw the 2 girls talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the girls came over to me and beckoned me to succeed 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 skirt, top and shoes were. He told me that Jon would come in an time of day or so and that I could put my clothes on whenever I liked. Shortly after that I heard a big doorway shut and then the 2 girl went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a while then decided to sustain a expression 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 room and ended up external in that lovely warmly sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the little girl but couldn't get hold them to say goodbye. After collecting my 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 backrest on. I had to tell Jon all the contingent 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 just for my backside and I was gladiolus when we got back to the hotel and Jon gave me a dress to put on.

The next day was quite drill by comparison. I got quite a few flavour when I went down for dinner party erosion just a crocheting garb 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 social unit and it was blowing cold air down on us. It was nice and review, but it did make my pap erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to reckon down at my left knocker. 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 swim kitty with sunbeds round it. Not many hoi polloi at all. I wore my on-piece white Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my cervix and ends between my pussy and ass holes ). Got a few admiring or funny remark spirit, but the best parting was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my stifle up. There were a mates of women there ( about my age ), they were looking over at us, but neither of them said anything.

The flying home plate was ‘ interesting ’. Jon told me to wear my Ben Wa egg which made me pull up stakes a large wet spell on the plane seat. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my fount for the second half of the flight of stairs ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the track the duplicate jolt made me cum. One of the cabin crowd asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 twenty-four hour period for the painfulness to go, and 2 calendar week for the wheals on my arse to go. Although Jon has given my backside and pussy quite a few walloping that have brought on some astonish climax, I have to say that the whip that was used on my backside gave me the sharpest infliction that I've ever had. One of the proficient orgasms as well.

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

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

beloved

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