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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... long. The older of the two other ladies took the cane and motioned for me to sit in the chair to hold the victim. What a naughty lady she turned out to be, giving poor wife number two four very hard cuts in quick succession, probably only four or five seconds apart.

Number two threw herself on the bed again, howling like a child, rubbing frantically at her bum and kicking with her legs. She babbled away in Arabic about being a good girl now and being let off the last four, but wife number one was having none of it.

Eventually, they hoisted wife number two back over my knee and the other lady held her feet. Wife number one landed four well-aimed and very hard stingers all over her bum. Some marks crossed over.

Wife number two was in floods of tears. In the end, she got up and went miserably out to the loo, and I went to comfort her and watch as she had a pee. As the possible instigator of her misfortune, I needed to go to her rescue.

I took her over to the bidet and helped her wash her bottom, and she soon stopped crying. She got up and looked over her shoulder at the mirror as she fingered her welts. There would be a few bruises, but she wasn't bleeding at all. She wasn't angry with me, and I think she was angry with herself.

"You've been brave," I said. "I think this is your first caning?"

"My Dad hit me a few times with a camel stick when I was a naughty girl, but it wasn't anything like this," she replied.

She gently got hold of my head and made it ...

... clear she would like me to kiss her pussy. I did so, and she seemed to get a lot of relief from that.

We all got back together for a spell in the big Hammam or Turkish bath. It was in an enormous bathroom. A servant girl had got the bath ready. What an education those girls got. I hope one of them writes a book, eventually. We got in the bath, with wife number two wanting me to be beside her, and she kept getting me to put my hand on her pussy and gently massage her clit. No one was the least bit embarrassed.

Those Arab ladies put us to shame for sheer horniness. The servant girl came and tipped water over us from jars. It was lovely and warm in there. None of them seemed to care the servant girl was there, and I felt relaxed.

It was in a way better than being with a man because there was so little pressure. There were a lot of sexy ladies talking in there, with them describing what they liked. Most of it was normal stuff, but there was the odd way out desire, which I cannot mention here, and the likes of which I had never dreamed about.

I could see the others didn't approve! The younger lady spoke good English and asked me if I would mind talking about what had happened in the prison. I looked at wife number one, knowing that I had been told not to talk.

She nodded her head and smiled to show it was OK within those walls. When I went into details of the flogging and final caning, they all went quiet and stared at me whilst wife number two started crying.

"What ...