« Come on, » said the Chief Eunuch, surprising her with his excellent French,
« You are to be prepared immediately for the Emir’s bed. He has allowed me only one
hour for that and there is much to do, and much to tell you. »
Exactly one hour later, freshly shaved, bathed, oiled front and, to her surprise, rear,
wearing one of the dressing gowns and her diamonds, she was led into a bedroom and told to
wait. She had been instructed in detail that when he entered she was to make obeisance and
stay down until ordered to move. Then she was to start by kissing his feet and legs as she
squirmed up the bed to his hips, where she should work on his penis with her mouth until
she was told what else to do.
Paulette, no, Lujain she corrected herself, decided to ignore these instructions and to
lie naked on her belly on the bed to wait for him with her head turned away from the
doors. She did not look round as he entered.
Whish … THWACK.
The blow which caught her square across the shoulders was totally unexpected. She
screamed in shock and pain; this was real and not intended to excite. Then she was dragged
unceremoniously from the bed and strapped face down on a whipping bench with her arms and
legs cuffed to its legs. Her arse and hips were just beyond the end of the padded bench
and she realised at once that her vagina and anus were freely available for use. Then she
noticed that the Emir was not present, and that a large black man had both administered
the blow, with a whip he was tucking into his belt, and moved her to her present
undignified position.
The door opened again and the Emir strode into the room.
“I warned you in the car. Disobedience is punished. I know you think whipping and
spanking is for fun, and I am sure we will get on well in such sessions,” he said as he
stripped off his clothes, “But first you must learn to obey.”
He moved out of her sight and she heard him moving about.
Sississis … CRACKACKACK.
Without warning, pain such as she had never, ever, imagined arrived over the whole of
both arse cheeks simultaneously. She could not even catch her breath to scream as her mind
almost blacked out and a film of red clouded her vision. The pain was like being scalded
by boiling water, all over her rear end and much of it returned as he brutally pulled her
cheeks apart and thrust himself into her rectum. She had tried arse fucking once or twice
and had not liked it. There was a burning sensation inside her bowels as he pumped for a
few thrusts, then the invader was gone. She lay there sobbing.
“It is customary to thank me for correcting you,” he said.
« Merci, Maître » she managed to stammer between the sobs.
“Better,” he said, “Take her away and bring someone else.”
Her arms and legs were released and she was hustled out along the corridor and back into
the harem by the negro.
Back in the harem, an older woman came to her and said, gently, “My son, the Emir is not
an easy man. Let me put some salve on your back and you will feel better.”
« Je n’ai jamais … » Lujain’s voice tailed off.
“I am Princess Zubeydeh and I understand you are the new concubine from Paris. What is
your name?”
« Paulette … non, Lujain, Maîtresse, » she managed to stammer.
“I’ll show you your sleeping place and we can talk later. You must be tired as well as
hurt; that multi-tailed whip is nasty,” said the Princess, “And you do not call any woman
here Maîtresse.”
After some very soothing salve had been applied to her weals, Lujain fell asleep quickly,
lying on her belly.
The Chief Eunuch had consulted with the Head of Protocol, Kamal Qumsiyeh, and between
them they had decided that if the Emir had left the diamonds on the concubine, she was
intended to wear them whenever she went to his bed, so she was left with them in her
little locker beside her bed, nestling among the make-up.
In the early evening three days later, Lujain was again prepared for the Emir’s bed.
Again she entered the bedroom, this time to find him lying on the bed under a light sheet.
She made proper obeisance and was quickly ordered to rise. She pushed under the covers and
kissed his feet and legs as she squirmed up to where the sheet was held high in the air by
his erection. Stroking it with one hand and licking and sucking, she soon brought him to
his climax and dutifully swallowed his offering. Then she cleaned him with her tongue. He
sighed and pulled her gently up to his side and she felt very relieved that she had
actually managed to do it right this time.
She crawled on up, kissing him whenever she stopped to move her arms, and laving his
nipple to erection as she passed it. When she reached his head she did not dare to kiss
his mouth, though she would dearly have loved to do so. What she wanted, more than
anything, was to stay here in comfort and with no more worries in her life, but no more
real beatings. Paulette, no, Lujain she corrected herself again, had enjoyed some degree
of brutality from previous men in her life, and a degree of spanking, even the whip on the
aircraft flying here, but that multi-tailed whip he had used … that was too much, even for
her. As she lay there beside him, waiting for more orders, she dreamed of the future, if …
if …
He would not have given her a fabulously expensive diamond necklace if he hadn’t wanted
to marry her, would he? If he actually married her, well, if he married her he would take
her to Paris and they could go to La Potinière and she would complain loudly to the
Maître d’ about every single dish and …
A tug on her hair raised her from this reverie.
“Are you going to lie there all night?” he asked, “You are here to pleasure me, not to
sleep.”
« Maître, » she said, scared of offending him again, « Que
voudriez-vous? »
“Better manners, but speak English,” he demanded, “Shall I spank you until you get hot
enough to think of something to please me? Or will one more visit from my multi-tailed
friend do the trick?”
“Master, I do not know what you like,” she whispered.
“But you liked being spanked, didn’t you?”
“Yes Master,” in a voice he could hardly hear.
“Go and bend over the whipping bench then,” he offered, “and we will see what can be
done.”
Very nervously she stood up and went over to the bench. As she bent down over it with her
eyes tight shut, she felt her whole body shivering in fear, lest he use the dreadful whip
again.
SLAP.
It was a hand after all. She breathed a sigh of relief and wiggled her bottom to ask for
more.
SLAP.
She moaned a little in encouragement.
SLAP.
SLAP.
“Ooooh that’s nice.”
A finger slid into her and out again to check the wetness.
SLAP.
SLAP.
Evidently she had not been wet enough the first time. This time the finger stayed on her
clitoris and fingered her as the other hand continued.
SLAP.
SLAP.
A voice above her spoke in a language she did not understand, ~ She is ready, Master. ~
Looking up she realised that the slaps had been administered not by the Emir, but by one
of the eunuchs. Immediately her arousal subsided; he couldn’t even be bothered to spank
her himself, but let a servant do it for him.
“Come here,” said the Emir, “and ride me until I come.”
She went over to the bed and knelt astride him, lowering herself on to his almost hard
prick. Leaning forwards she kissed him on the mouth. The response was unenthusiastic.
“Turn round,” he said, “I get deeper that way.”
“Bur Master, what if you come in me? I might get pregnant.”
“Why would that matter?” he asked, then without waiting for an answer he continued, “OK.
Turn round as I said, and use your arse to make me come, if you don’t want a baby.”
Dutifully, she did as she was told and he thrust quite enthusiastically as she bobbed up
and down on him. Soon she felt his penis jerk harder and a dribble of semen started to
ooze out of the sides of her rectum. He had come.
“Enough,” he said, “You may clean me.”
« I’m not licking you after you’ve been in my arse, » she protested.
“No matter,” he said, “Clear off and someone else will do it willingly.”
Seeing that she had upset him again, she bent to her distasteful task and duly licked his
prick clean. All she tasted was his semen and the lubricating oil applied in the harem in
preparation for her visit.
‘So it wasn’t so bad at all,’ she reflected.
The Emir waved to the eunuch who escorted her out of the bedroom and back to her own
quarters in the harem.
Next morning she explained to Princess Zubeydeh that she had been sent back to the harem
after visiting him and asked her if he often slept alone, after a woman had visited him.
“Alone?” Zubeydeh laughed, “Almost never. I expect he had another girl sent in last night
after you left. Ah yes, here’s Menar coming back from his room. She must be well pleased.
I can’t remember the last time she was called.”
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