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 late evening England time and it had been a bit of a dash to get to the airport. When Jon told me about the trip and the long 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 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 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 while 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 cold. It was then that I realised that my short dress had ridden up and my backside was nearly on view. I reckon that if anyone in the seats on the other side of the aisle had slumped down in their seat they would have been able to see my entire ass and my little gold rings. Those of you who have read my Journal will know that I have a little gold ring 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 pussy and he slowly played with my clit 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 country before his meeting the next day.

I put on a thin cotton ‘A’ mini skirt, a skimpy halter-top (only just covered my breasts) and shoes, 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 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 long black robes that covered nearly everything but their eyes.

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 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 strange looking food. I haven’t a clue what it was, but it tasted all right. 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 have a look round.

Big mistake! No sooner than we were inside than 2 men in military style 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 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 understand was a word that sounded like ‘police’.

They took me down the road to a place that did look a bit like a small police station, 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 speak English.

After about an hour 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 Church and God. Women there are supposed to be covered from head to foot 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 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 weeks hard labour followed by 5 lashes of the whip – in public. Jon had protested and asked to use a phone to contact the British Consulate. The man who spoke English 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 time. I was to get 10 lashes of the whip 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 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 cell. 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 floor with a blanket round me when there was a lot of commotion and a teenage couple were thrown into the cell with me. They both looked about 16, and were both in tears. I tried to talk to them, but it was useless.

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

Just after dawn the place 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 real name, never mind 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 place of punishment. There I would stay, on display until the punishment time (noon). After the punishment I would remain on display (supposed to be a deterrent) until dusk. Abdul would then collect me and take 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 state of undress round the back of the church, and that they were both to have 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 resistance. That was until one of the policemen gave them a good 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 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 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’ shapes, and one smaller one. We were each taken to one of the large ‘U’s and then tied inside them. My arms were stretched high and my legs wide, but my feet were still on the ground. I guess that the humiliation 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 happy, and the girl was sobbing just about all of the time. For me it wasn’t a deterrent. Quite the reverse, I loved every minute of it. The thought of all those people being able to see every square inch of my naked, hairless body started to get to me. It wasn’t long before I could feel my pussy juices 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 building. As I started to get used to being like that I looked over to the two teenagers. They were both quite slim and had large black pubic bushes. 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 group of young girls 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 hair, my protruding clit and 2 pussy rings.

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 policemen would come over and give us a drink of water. As it got close to noon, not only were my shoulders getting a little sunburned, but more and more people were gathering. The anticipation was tremendous, I had some idea of what was coming, and I was both nervous and excited. If the air temperature hadn’t been so high I’m sure that my pussy juices would have been running right down my legs to the ground.

At 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 small ‘U’ shaped frame. He has now facing me with the crossbeam of the ‘U’ just below his waist. I could just see his shrivelled dick peeking out of that mass of black hair. His legs were spread wide 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 policeman with a small whip appeared and stood next to the lad. Something else was said then the man cracked the whip in the air a couple of times. What a crack. I think that just about everyone in the square 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 stroke landed he was sobbing his heart out. But at the same time, he had an erection. 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 eyes were glued to the lad’s hard-on.

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

Next it was the girl’s turn. 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 hands were sliding everywhere.

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

When the man with the whip cracked it in the air, the girl finally lost it and peed herself. She was now quiet, but shaking something rotten. When the first stroke landed the scream was unbelievable then whimpering. When the second landed there was another ear piercing scream then silence. The girl was out of it. The last 3 strokes landed on a backside that didn’t feel any pain. When she was untied, her limp body collapsed to the ground. Even the bucket 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.