The Emir decided that an English butler - a veritable Jeeves - would be a pleasant addition to his Golden Palace. For Robinson, the selected butler it meant a big change from his life in England. Most of the duties were similar to those in the household in England, but some of the perks were better. And when the Princesses came to visit him ... For Robinson's wife, who had never been spanked even as a child, it meant a bigger change, and one she came to love.
There is hot sex and discipline enough to please most readers.
EXTRACT
It was a week before Caroline raised the question she had been
wondering about. She had not really realised why the concubines were
in the same accommodation as them, but assumed they were other
employees. She had her own room and Robinson implied that this was
for her comfort if he was working late. He had told her that the
courtyard was theirs to use, and when she had investigated it she
found that there were no entrances other than from their suite. He
had also explained that the man in her room was a eunuch who was her
personal servant, as were the two bath girls.
Meals were brought to them in the sitting room, and every night
she slept with Robinson in his room. It was the fact that she had not
set foot outside their quarters and the small courtyard which worried
her the most. She wanted to see the city, she confided to her
husband, and do a little shopping, perhaps visit the bazaar.
“What would you buy, if it were possible to go shopping?” he
asked.
“I would look for some digestive biscuits and some Cheddar. I
miss my cheese,” she replied.
Robinson turned to a eunuch.
“Digestives and Cheddar,” he said.
Caroline stared at him in sheer disbelief. The eunuch was back
in two minutes with a tray on which a cheese board held some Cheddar
and Stilton, and a packet of digestives and another of cream crackers
beside it.
“You see my dear, there is no need for you to go out. Just ask
for what you want. Is anything else worrying you?”
“These other people. I thought these were our quarters, for our
exclusive use; you said we had the whole of this suite, all eight
rooms.”
“We do, my dear,” replied her husband.
“Well why are these women in the other bedrooms?”
“They are my harem. It is necessary to have them to show my
status. Just ignore them, or better still, try to make friends with
them. They all speak English to a greater or lesser extent.”
“Your concubines?” she asked, horrified, “Do you sleep with
them?”
Robinson decided to be diplomatic and replied, “The others, my
Arab colleagues, assume that I do, but you have shared my bed every
night since you arrived, haven’t you?”
He consoled himself with the thought that he had not actually
lied to her.
“Yes, I have,” Caroline said and smiled, “And Mr. Robinson has
been very nice to me every night.”
She thought for a moment and decided to raise another little
worry.
“The bath girls seem to think they should help me to bathe?”
“So let them. It is their job, after all.”
“But they want to shave me, you know, down there,” she
whimpered, blushing.
“In hot countries it is quite usual,” replied her husband, “You
should try it.”
When they woke the following morning, Robinson reach over and
turned his wife away from him. As he moved to enter her, he spread
her arse-cheeks and aimed for the darker rosebud.
Caroline scooted out of bed and said, sharply, “None of that,
thank you. It’s nasty and I won’t have it,” and began to dress.
Robinson decided that he would have to put his foot down, but
that he didn’t have time to do it now.
When he returned to the suite after serving lunch for the Emir,
he led his wife into his bedroom.
“After this morning’s disgraceful behaviour, you leave me with
no alternative, my dear, but to show you your place in the scheme of
things here in Kobekistan,” said Robinson.
“What disgraceful behaviour?” she asked.
“Refusing my desires,” he replied.
He took up a paddle which he had found in the dressing table
when he moved into his quarters at the Golden Palace.
“Please remove your clothes.”
“Why? What are you going to do?” asked Caroline, a little
frightened but somehow also a little excited.
“Do as you are told. I am going to convince you that you should
be more obedient. We are making our lives here for the next number of
years and I am determined that we will both fit in here perfectly. If
that means that I have to punish you, so be it,” he replied gravely,
though he was excited by the prospect of tanning her bum, as he had
wanted to do for some time.
With a certain amount of reluctance, she undressed and he
positioned her on her belly on the bed with her legs hanging down over
the side. He was somewhat surprised that she showed such a degree of
compliance, but that was all to the good.
Whee … SPLAT.
The first stroke was not hard, though she cried out in surprise
at the pain. She had never been spanked at home during her childhood,
nor during their marriage. Robinson decided that he was not hitting
her hard enough; certainly nowhere near as hard as the eunuchs when
they beat the servant girls.
Whee … SPLAT!
The second was harder and she squealed at the pain, but did not
try to move away.
Whee … SPLAT!
She started to squirm and her protestations were quieter than he
expected. Then he noticed that her legs had opened a little and he
wondered what she was thinking.
Whee … SPLAT!
Her arse was now quite red from the effects of the paddle, but
the squirming had taken on a motion that he was convinced involved her
rubbing her mons on the bedcovers.
“You must learn to accept whatever I wish to do. Here I am not
just your husband, I am also your Master,” he chided.
Whee … SPLAT!
Robinson had not waited for a reply before laying on another
stroke of the paddle. As it impacted she let out a strangled squeal
which tailed off into a moan as she spread her legs wider.
Then Caroline really surprised him by whispering, “Yes,
Master.”
‘Is she actually enjoying this?’ he wondered.
Whee … SPLAT!
“Please, Mr. Robinson. Please come in,” she begged and he knew
she was addressing his penis, rather than him.
Dropping the paddle her positioned himself and thrust into her
vagina, which produced a squeal of pure pleasure. Her cunt was
sopping wet, so he withdrew and repositioned his now lubricated helmet
on the narrower sphincter. Pulling the cheeks apart he pushed the tip
of his penis into her rectum. To his surprise she pushed backwards
and he felt himself surrounded by a hot grasping arsehole as his full
length went deep into her bowels. Unable to restrain himself he
thrust again and again and very soon he was spewing his load deep into
her arse. As he did so, she brought herself to a climax with her
fingers.
When he withdrew his softening prick, she rolled over and gazed
lovingly at him, asking, “What else does my Master want?”
“Clean him with your mouth,” he ordered, remembering Princess
Ayda performing that office for the Emir, and wondering if Caroline
would do as much for him.
Caroline eagerly licked and sucked his prick until it was
completely cleaned of her juices and his semen.
“Can we do this again, please?” she asked, “Soon.”
“Perhaps,” he said cautiously, “When I think you need it. For
the moment it is enough that you obey me in all things. You will be
shaved in your bath tonight and every night, and I shall not require
your services in my bed until tomorrow night. Tonight one of the
concubines will sleep with me.”
Eyes sparkling, Caroline said, “Yes, Master.”
