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.”
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