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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... bed in each other's arms. She had lovely brown eyes that turned up at the corners. I kissed her forehead and stroked her tightly curled Afro hair.

She stroked my tummy, parted my pubic hair, and played again with my clit. "There's one thing I would like," she said. "I want to shave my pussy. Do you have anything to do it with, please? If once I get it all shaved off, I think I can keep it down myself."

"Of course," I said, "I keep a special razor for trimming mine. We can do it on the bidet. It's perfect for the job." We went through into the bathroom and I filled the bidet half up with warm water. Nabila squatted over it, leaning back a bit.

I soaped her pubic hair and began gently to shave it, expecting Nabila to ask to take over as she watched me and got the hang of it. She asked soon to try it for herself, with success and it was my reward!.

But it must have taken nearly fifteen minutes of careful work before she looked like a baby! She smiled with pleasure and looked at herself in the mirror. I produced the Ben-Wa and showed them to Nabila. "What do you do with them?" she asked as she examined them, clearly never having seen or heard about them.

She laughed a lot when I told her and immediately put them in and walked about.

"Mmmm," she said, "That is quite nice."

She sat on the edge of the bidet and I could see her exercising her abdominal muscles to see what effect that had. "Yes, you are right. They make me feel a little aroused," she ...

... sighed.

"Well, they are for you to keep!" I said, "I can always get some more back in Europe, but they are not on sale here!"

Nabila put her hand over her mouth and laughed again! I talked about taking them out afterwards, and then washing and disinfecting them. She took the point straight away, being a nurse.

Nabila then went quiet and looked just a little embarrassed. "You know," she said, "What you went through was torture, but I would love you to spank me. Do you have anything to do it with?"

She reached out and took my hand, placing it on her bottom. The request was so genuine and innocent that I felt I had to comply.

First I asked her, "Did you get spanked before?"

"Yes," she replied, "At school in East Africa, they caned us from the age of sixteen, but not very hard and only two or three strokes, always on the bottom. I only got it twice. My parents never spanked the girls at home, only the boys."

I thought hard and said, "I've got a leather belt that holds up my jeans. Let me find it."

I didn't have any canes or whips or anything like that. On thinking about it, I had two spare sets of black leather laces for a pair of leather boots that I kept for trips back to Europe in the winter.

I knew where they were, and I found them. Doubled up, they could make a two, four, six or eight-tailed whip! I showed Nabila the belt and the laces, explaining how to use them. Nabila said she would like to try the belt first.

She got up on the bed and elevated her ...