Chapter 15: The Visit

The dinner for the Emir was a great success, and Robinson and Caroline chatted with the Emir as though they were at table in England. Alzubra had high hopes that she would be offered to the Emir, but she was not called into her Master's presence.

Robinson had not bothered to tell his wife the full purpose of the Emir's visit, and when the formal dinner finished they all rose, she thought for the Emir to leave.

"We will now go into the bedroom, if it pleases my Master," said Robinson to her complete confusion.

They walked through to the bedroom and Caroline whimpered urgently to her husband, "What's happening?"

"The Emir has graciously agreed to use you this evening," came the whispered reply.

"Use me? How?"

"Sexually, of course."

"I'm not going to let him have me. I've never had anyone but Mr. Robinson," she said, horrified at the thought that her husband was going to offer her to the Emir.

"Just undress," said the butler, "I will be here to see that you behave properly."

"Tell me it's a joke," she pleaded, "You don't mean it, do you? Are you really saying that you are giving me to another man, and that you propose to watch?"

A frisson of excitement ran through her at the thought, but she tried to suppress it.

"He is going to fuck your arse, so make your mind up to enjoy it."

"No, please don't make me," she begged, but there was a note of anticipation in her voice as she thought of him watching her with another man.

"You will do as you are told. Now get that dress off," said Robinson sternly, "His Magnificence, may he live for ever, does you a great honour by using you."

"You'll have to make me," she said, coquettishly.

"You'll do as I say."

His tone frightened her and she quickly removed her dress and bent over the whipping bench.

"Hold yourself open for His Magnificence," was the next order, which she dutifully obeyed, pulling her anal cleft wide to reveal an oiled darker sphincter.

"You need not think that you have escaped punishment for your objecting to my wishes," added Robinson, "though it may well not be another spanking; you seem to enjoy those too much."

At this threat of withdrawal of her spankings and their replacement by real punishment, she realised that her husband really did mean to give the use of her body to his boss, whether she agreed or not. The Emir approached the woman and moved her hands away from her arse; he stroked the white moons, pushing his fingers below them and into her pussy. When he fingered her clitoris she moaned a little.

Standing back, the Emir said, "These globes look a little pale to me."

Robinson immediately took the hint and administered two quick, hard blows to her upturned buttocks with the paddle.