The dangerous undertaking I'm about to describe happened in bounce 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a byplay trip-up. He managed to get a few twenty-four hour period holiday and took me along with him.

Trip to Marruecos

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 flight took off belatedly evening England time and it had been a bit of a flair to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the trip and the long plane journeying I remembered the carpenter's plane trip from Tenerife in December 1998 when Jon had me wear my Ben Wa Balls and I'd been looking forward to minute of slow vibrations sending gratifying 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 drumhead had fallen onto his lap and my deal was under my head. Jon had woken up before me and had an erection that I was holding onto ( over his trouser ). I didn't move for a patch and pretended to be asleep while I gently squeezed him. While I was doing that I heard Jon ask one on the cabin crew for a blanket. He told the woman that he thought that my legs would get moth-eaten. It was then that I realised that my short frock had ridden up and my backside was nearly on opinion. I reckon that if anyone in the rump on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would experience been able to see my entire ass and my little gold closed chain. Those of you who have read my diary will know that I have a little atomic number 79 pack in each of my pussy lips.

Jon carefully put the blanket over most of my body and legs, but not before putting his arm under the blanket. His hand could just reach my snatch and he slowly played with my clit until the inevitable happened and I gave a smother 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. succeeding dayspring Jon went and organised a hire car so that we could go and see some of the rural area before his meeting the next day.

I put on a slender cotton ‘ A'miniskirt skirt, a skimpy halter-top ( only just covered my chest ) and shoe, 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 Bible'with him. Apparently he was concerned for my safety going out dressed like that. Neither of us thought that I would induce a job although we did observe that nearly all the woman were wearing long black robes that covered nearly everything but their heart.

Anyway, we drove out towards Marrakech and then down some minor roads until we were really out in the middle of the desert. Eventually we came across a smallish Village and Jon decided that he wanted something to eat. We drove round until Jon found a shop ( couldn't find a café or restaurant ) and I stayed in the car until he came back with some unknown looking food. I haven't a hint what it was, but it tasted all right. As we were eating Jon spotted this church service ( or Temple or Mosque or whatever they're called over there ), and when we finished eating we went to get a feeling round.

Big mistake ! No sooner 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 round my neck and my knocker 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 ‘ constabulary ’.

They took me down the road to a blank space that did look a bit like a minor law post, and locked me in a cellular phone. I could hear Jon trying to spill to them, but he can't speak Arabic and they couldn't verbalize 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 insult to their Christian church and God. adult female there are supposed to be covered from head to base and me having no more than 2 or 3 square base of material covering me was a big offense. I was starting to get worried.

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

Apparently they have a standard penalty for that sort of crime, one workweek hard labour followed by 5 whip of the whip - in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a headphone to contact the British people Consulate. The man who spoke English had told him that endure metre individual had tried to do that it had taken a hebdomad 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 Saame clock 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 backside. It was the uncertainty of what else might happen that I wasn't happy about. On top of that Jon had his very of import meeting the next day, so he had to bequeath me there and come back to collect me the day after.

Eventually, Jon had to result and I was alone in the prison cellular telephone. Quite a number of policemen came to have a look at me through the bars. 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 trading floor with a blanket rung me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenaged couple were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 18, and were both in crying. I tried to tattle to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after dawn the position 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 substantial name, never idea spell it. Abdul told me what was going to happen that day. After breakfast ( it was horrifying ), I was to be stripped and taken to the plaza of punishment. There I would quell, on exhibit until the punishment time ( noon ). After the punishment I would remain on showing ( supposed to be a hinderance ) until dusk. Abdul would then compile me and ingest me to his home where I would stay until Jon came for me the adjacent morning.

Abdul told me that the two teen had been caught in a commonwealth of undress round of golf the back of the church service, and that they were both to have a similar penalty as me.

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



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

Our wrists were tied together and we were tied onto one length of rope before being led out ( me in forepart ) and into the courtyard. One of the policemen 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 attention than the two teenagers.

When we got to the square I saw 4 large inverted ‘ U'physique, and one smaller one. We were each taken to one of the boastfully ‘ U's and then tied inside them. My munition were stretched heights and my legs across-the-board, but my feet were still on the priming. I guess that the chagrin of being on display, spread-eagle and defenseless was supposed to be a handicap ( maybe it was for the two teenager ) they certainly weren't well-chosen, and the girlfriend was sobbing just about all of the meter. For me it wasn't a deterrent. Quite the reverse, I loved every bit of it. The thought of all those citizenry being able to see every square inch of my defenseless, hairless dead body started to get to me. It wasn't long before I could sense my pussy juice starting to trickle down my legs.

It didn't take long for the police officer 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 teenager. They were both quite slim and had large black pubic George Walker Bush. I could just see the end of the lad's small-circumcised dick sticking out. The girl's tits were about the size of mine, but her nipples were tiny.

A grouping of Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady friend came to expect at us. When they stood in front of the lad they were whispering and giggling. I cold see that the lad was getting a erection. When they came over to me, a duad of them gasped when they saw my lack of pubic hair, my protruding button and 2 purulent rings.

The rest of the morning went reasonably quietly, a few people came and had a proficient look at us and about once an minute, one of the policemen would come over and give us a beverage of water system. As it got close to noontide, not only were my shoulder joint getting a little sunburn, but more and more the great unwashed were gathering. The anticipation was grand, I had some approximation of what was coming, and I was both nervous and stimulate. If the air temperature hadn't been so high up I'm sure that my pussy juice would have been running right down my leg to the terra firma.

At noon, amidst the whaling and bell reverberance, 4 policemen appeared and 1 of them started talking to the crowd. Then the punishments started.

starting time the lad was taken down and strapped over the small-scale ‘ U'shaped physical body. He has now facing me with the trave of the ‘ U'just below his waistline. I could just see his wizened dick peeking out of that batch of black hair. His branch were disperse wide-eyed and tied to the uprights and his articulatio radiocarpea stretched wide and tied to the upright piano of 2 of the big, inverted ‘ U's.

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

When the first stroking landed, the lad screamed out and tried to clamber free. By the prison term the tertiary stroke landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the same time, he had an erecting. His back was to the crowd so it was possible that only the girl and I could see it. She was crying and shaking, but her heart were glued to the lad's hard-on.

By the fifth stroke the lad had gone all quiet and his tool had gone limp. After throwing a bucketful of water over him then untied him and tied him back to his pilot ‘ U ’.

Next it was the girl's turn. She was petrified, and struggled something wicked. The police officer had to really manhandle her to get her tied down. The perspiration on her bare torso was making it difficult for the men to grip her and hired hand were sliding everywhere.

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

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the young lady finally lost it and pee-pee herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the outset chance event landed the scream was unconvincing then whimpering. When the indorse landed there was another ear piercing screaming then silence. The young woman was out of it. The last 3 stroke landed on a bottom that didn't feel any pain. When she was untied, her hobble body collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket of piss that they threw over her didn't bring her unit of ammunition. She was untie and put back on her original ‘ U'without her even knowing what was going on.

Then it was my turn. I had incredible smell of fear and hullabaloo. I remembered well the pain and joy that some ( most ) of Jon's beatings have given me. As I was marched over to the penalisation bar I saw Abdul neat the front of the crew. He was smiling.

I didn't struggle as the men tied me over the bar. There was muteness from the bunch as my peg were feast encompassing and my tush and unfastened kitty were on showing for all to see. Some of the crowd must let realised that I was turned-on. My bullet like mamilla and soaking cunt 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 prepared for the pain as the first off stroke landed. It was uncollectible than anything that Jon had given me. I didn't screeching, but I did grunt a bit. As the 2d and third landed I was getting used to the bother, and I could feel that intimate feeling in my glower belly. By the meter the fifth part 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 whiplash ) and that I wasn't going possess my foiling relieved, a sixth virgule landed. It was then that I realised that I could move my rear end a bit and I started moving it from incline to face 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 decent.

During the future 2 slash my climax increased, and on the one-ninth stroke I came. It was a loudly coming as well. I was shouting,"I'm cumming, I'm cumming"cerebration 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 bring slightly away from the ease ( which had accurately places across both face of my ass ), maybe the man moved, who knows, but the concluding stroke got my left face and then wrapped rung to my pussy. That made my orgasm, which was just starting to lessen, intensify. I was in heaven.

The 10th stroke was the last one and the pail of weewee felt respectable as well. The police officer 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 bunch and then all the officer left.

I was still on a bit of a high and not really feeling the pain when Abdul came up to me and said,"You enjoyed that didn't you ?"I didn't response so after a second 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 missy had come troll and was sobbing again. The lad wasn't looking too trade good either.

Some of the men ( and boys ) prodded and poked my white meat and pussy. One of the cheeky SOD actually put a finger into me and moved it round in me. I didn't see them do that to the new young woman, but a couple girls went and had a close look at the lad. Quite a few the great unwashed ( manful and female ) had a ending look at my deficiency of pubic hair and piddling gold band. I guess that there weren't many ( if any ) char in Marruecos 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 cheeseparing to a building and got shaded by it.

When gloam finally arrived the police officer came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were untied and then dragged away - still naked. The officer cut me down, bound my wrists and ankles, and tied me to one of the upright. They then just left me there to hold off for Abdul to arrive.

It was getting wickedness and the policemen had gone. They were no longer interested in me, but a group of 4 Lester Willis Young bloke 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 result breast. That gave the others braveness and 8 hands were exploring my body. It was pointless 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 jump a bit. Then that hired hand went down and a finger's breadth went into my ass fix. Meanwhile, the finger from another unseasoned handwriting were exploring my twat. I was being finger 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 someone call something in Arabic and the youth ran off.

It was Abdul. He'd finally arrived to rent me to his rest home. In what appears to be part of the punishment, he cut the Mexican valium round ankle and the post, and then led me down the street - still totally nude. He told me that it would acquire about 10 minutes to get to his house where his handmaiden would look after my needs.

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

As soon as we go inside the house 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 be them. What surprised me was what they were wearing. It wasn't the long black gown that all the other Moroccan women that I'd seen wore, but what was basically a bikini with see-through baggy trousers.

They led me into a big room with a bathtub and couches and tabular array. I got the impression that they were expecting me because the bathtub was wax of quick water. They led me to it and indicated that they wanted me to get in. The H2O stung like hell 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 consistence. My breasts were bathed about a dozen multiplication and my pussy got opened quite a few fourth dimension as well.

About 20 minutes later they beckoned me out and gently patted me down with big flaccid towels. Then I had to lay expression down on a narrow table. I was glad it was face down because it would make 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 activeness made it obvious that they wanted me to give my wooden leg, 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 lifespan. It was fantastic. They slowly brought me to first one, then a second orgasm. After the second sexual climax I looked up at them and saw that they were staring into each other's eyes. I pretended to be asleep so that I could watch them for a piece, but I never saw much. The day's natural process 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 flummox day that I'd just had. Not only did I get to expose my altogether au naturel dead body to wads of people, but I also managed to have a bloody good coming whilst they were watching. Okay, the lashing hurt like underworld, but that brought-on the sexual climax.

Thinking about my sore hindquarters brought me to realism and I looked round. I saw the 2 missy talking to Abdul and remembered the beautiful massage that they had given me. One of the fille came over to me and beckoned me to follow her. We went to a mesa 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 brake shoe were. He told me that Jon would arrive in an hour or so and that I could put my clothes on whenever I liked. Shortly after that I heard a big room access shut and then the 2 miss went out leaving me all alone.

I waited there for a while then decided to take a feeling 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 affectionate sun.

I was walking around the garden when Jon arrived. We searched for Abdul and the girls but couldn't bump them to say goodbye. 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 right hand didn't I ?"

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

The next day was quite deadening by equivalence. I got quite a few looks when I went down for dinner wearing just a crocheting wearing apparel with M of hole about the sizing of the end of my exponent finger. In the restaurant we were sat near one of the air-conditioning units and it was blowing frigidity air down on us. It was Nice and bracing, but it did make my nipples erect. About half way through the meal Jon told me to face down at my left titty. The nipple was poking through one of the muddle in the garb. 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 Andrew D. White Lycra swimming costume ( the one with the ‘ V'that starts at my cervix and ends between my pussycat and ass holes ). Got a few admiring or funny looks, but the good character was when Jon finger-fucked me as I lay there with my knee up. There were a span of women 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 fag out my Ben Wa Balls which made me leave a large wet patch on the planer seat. I had a ‘ flushed'look on my brass for the second half of the flight ( I wonder why ? ), and when the wheels touched the runway the extra jerk made me cum. One of the cabin bunch asked me if I was okay ! Apart from that the journey was uneventful

It took 4 sidereal day for the annoyance to go, and 2 weeks for the wale on my backside to go. Although Jon has given my backside and purulent quite a few whippings that have brought on some amazing orgasms, I have to say that the party whip that was used on my bottom gave me the needlelike pains that I've ever had. One of the estimable orgasms as well.

I hope you savor reading the inside information of our little trip to Morocco. I know that I will always remember it.

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

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