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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... them was a little more political than the others and visited Israel sometimes (the others did not as far as I knew), so I guessed it had to be him. "Do you mean David XXXX?" (XXXX is a typically Jewish name) I replied "

"Yes, that's the one," she smiled. "All I know about him is that he is a very successful commercial lawyer specialising in London property and he plays the piano very well."

That was a lot of what I knew about him.

I would not tell them he could keep it up for about two hours at a time, nor that he was quite kinky, being into water sports and spanking fetishes. Spanking within reasonable limits was OK, but I drew the line at watersports, which is why I split up with him.

This was annoying. In the UK you can be friends with whoever you please and it's not illegal to keep an address book. What was this all about?

So I asked, "What exactly are you accusing me of? You've got no evidence beyond an innocent address. When this gets out, it's you who will be in trouble with the British Government."

She laughed. "Your friendship with Hamid breaks one of our religious laws." I knew that. I knew that they never enforced it if you were discrete and the Western world held it in contempt because of the double standard it implied. Had their government enforced it, most of the Ruler's male relatives would be in jail.

"So what?" I said, "Most of your guys just go to the UK to pick up tarts." She froze with anger. It had not been a good move on my ...

... part.

I imagine she was very jealous of this blonde European girl because no one would have looked at her ever unless they were ninety per cent blind.

She glared at me and replied, "We will have to show you what we mean, but because you are young, I'm going to give you time to think about it."

She called for the guards in Arabic (she used the Arabic word for a guard) and they marched me back down the corridor, through a pair of double doors, down another corridor, and into what was a torture chamber at the far end. It had no windows, and it had two sets of doors leading to it from the corridor, perhaps to reduce noises coming from the room. Chains and manacles were hanging from bolts in the ceiling. There was a thing that looked like a large backboard easel and what I thought was a vaulting horse from a gymnasium.

I noticed that the easel and the vaulting horse had restraining straps secured to them. There were a variety of implements hanging from hooks on the wall. These included whips, single canes, multiple canes, what looked like a cat of nine tails, and three of four things that looked like a birch rod.

There was also a bench that looked like you knelt on, again with restraining straps to hold the victim. I shuddered. There was a cell very like mine in the room with a loo and a bidet this time.

The North African creature said, "Look at that flogging horse. We will secure you over it with your buttocks and sensitive inner areas fully exposed and then we will beat ...