Chapter 3

As the Russells walked through the security desk at the airport on their way home, they were all thinking that their nightmare holiday was over. But they were wrong, a whole new chapter was starting. As they picked up their carry-on bags from the tray, two large officials stepped forward and insisted they go with them. They were escorted to an office and ushered them inside, then instructed to sit in a row of five chairs placed in a line in front of a large desk. One of the officials talked on his radio and spoke to someone, then turned and said, "The Chief of Security will be with you shortly." The two men took positions behind the Russells, standing either side of the door.

After about fifteen minutes, they were beginning to worry about missing their flight, when a man entered and without offering to shake hands went behind the desk, sat down, and spent a couple of minutes looking through paperwork on his desk. Finally he looked up, smiled quite nicely at the Russells, then said, "I am Colonel Abid, I understand you had some bad experiences in our country."

Michael looked at his watch, and ventured, "That's true, but it's over and all we want to do now is get on our plane, which will be leaving soon."

"Do not worry about that. Your plane will leave when I say it can. Whether you are on it when it leaves is also my decision. I wish to discuss the events that you experienced. My men have done some investigations but there are some details I want to have clarified. Mrs Russell, please explain why you were standing naked on that stage in a public park."

At first Sophie was reluctant to explain, but Michael looked at his watch and hissed at her to get it over with. Finally she whispered, "I had been caught stealing something, and the night before I had been told to wait there to be punished."

"You were specifically told to wait naked?"

"Yes, they said I had to get up on the stage, undress, and wait."

"Wait to be punished. I see. Punished how? Did they tell you?"

"They said I would be caned. I did exactly as they said, but nobody turned up, and eventually they sent a note saying I had been pardoned."

"So you were let you off the prescribed punishment for your theft. Why do you think they did that?"

Sophie had wondered about that ever since, but she felt it had been a bad enough punishment, standing naked in front of that crowd for all that time, and maybe Mr Yacoob just decided that was sufficient. She offered that as her explanation. She didn't want to get into too much detail in case the man asked more about what happened the night before! When Yacoob and the other man both fucked her!

The man laughed at her coy explanation, and responded, "Oh yes, I suppose that must have been pretty embarrassing, standing there. I have quite a few photographs of you undressing, then standing naked in front of everybody, you looked very cute!" Sophie blushed at the thought that photographs had been taken, and this man had seen them! But yes, a crowd had quickly gathered, and nowadays everyone seems to have a camera.

"Don't worry, Mrs Russell, my men have confiscated all the photographs, none will be released to the internet without my authorization."

He sat silently examining things on his desk, which the Russells suspected might be prints of Sophie on the stage! And indeed he turned one of the prints around, and held it up for the Russells, and the two guards behind them, to see. "Very cute. Have you always shaved your pubic hair, Mrs Russell?"

Sophie groaned, and didn't reply. The man seemed to have lost interest, and was continuing to look through the pictures. While he did so, the family pondered the significance of his words, about nothing being published without his authorization! At last he looked up. "Well?"

Sophie gasped, she had hoped he wasn't going to demand an answer. But having no option she admitted that the men had made her shave the night before her appearing on the stage.

"I see." He studied the photos some more, then looked up and smiled. "So, tell me. What were you thinking, as you stood there?"

"It was horrible."

"Looking back, which would you say was worse, the strangers watching, or your family, or the fear of the caning that you were anticipating? Were you wondering how your son Tim would feel, seeing his mom being caned?"

"I didn't want him to see it, but they had insisted he had to be there."

"And your two daughters as well. Quite an experience for you all."

Sophie could feel tears of shame running down her face as she remembered. Michael looked away, unable to hide the grin as he remembered it. He had to admit that he had been looking forward to watching his wife being punished, and he was quite certain Tim would have loved to watch.

Sophie blurted out, "The worst thing was the fear of the cane! Why couldn't they let us know they weren't going to do the caning before I got up on that awful stage?"

"Well, Mrs Russell, I don't know the answer to that. But more importantly I'm afraid that I believe you really did deserve to be punished, and they should not have let you get away with it." Sophie cringed, remembering the horror of it all, and wanted to cry out that she didn't think she had got away with anything. But what the Colonel said next made her groan. "In fact I think I shall administer the punishment that they should have given to you. Here, now. Please stand up." Sophie went pale, and her knees seemed unable to carry her weight as she reluctantly got to her feet.

"Please, you can't, I'm about to catch my flight home."

"Then we had better not waste time. Can't keep all those people waiting. Please remove your panties and hand them to the policeman behind you, then come here and bend forward over the desk." He watched silently as Sophie obeyed, just interjecting with, "On your elbows please, Mrs Russell, not flat on the desk. Feet together and keep your knees straight. Mr Russell, please would you go to the cupboard on your left, you will find a set of straps and canes, all numbered to reflect their severity. Please bring me a number four strap and a number six cane."

While Sophie stood folded forward over the desk, her husband reluctantly collected the tools for her punishment and brought them across to the Colonel, placing them on the desk beside his wife.

"Please raise Mrs Russell's skirt up over her back." Everyone watched as Michael did this, exposing his wife's bottom to the two policemen standing by the door, one of whom was still sniffing Sophie's panties. When she had properly presented, Michael looked at the Colonel, wondering if he should just go back to his seat. "Give me your hands, Mrs Russell, and look up into my eyes." When she had done so, he said softly, "Take the strap, Mr Russell, and warm your wife's bottom up with a dozen strokes."

Michael was very aware that his cock was rock hard as he picked up the strap and turned to look at his wife's clenching bum. He placed the strap against the quivering cheeks, raised it, and brought it down. Beautiful sound! "Harder, please, Mr Russell, or we will start the whole thing again."

Sophie was writhing desperately by the time the last stroke landed. The Colonel, after releasing Sophie's wrists, told him, "Put the strap back on the table and go back to your seat. Mrs Russell, I want you also to go and sit down again to allow your bottom to respond to the strapping it has just received before I apply the cane. Keep your skirt up around your waist."