TURKISH DELIGHT - part 2 by Alex Birch (M/F, N/C, consensual, sex...perhaps more sex than spanking) This is another story first published in the British CP magazine 'Februs'. It has not been posted to a newsgroup before. ..............continued. The drum roll heightened, the club lights went out and the spotlights played onto the bare stage. Suddenly a figure appeared in the flickering lights, a young man wearing a bejewelled white robe encircled by a broad leather belt and the conversations stopped, all eyes feasted now on the stage. Caroline stared wide eyed, her throat dry, as the young dark skinned Turk took off his robe with a flourish and stood revealed naked except for a G string, the loin pouch hardly concealing his huge penis, the outline of his genitals clearly illuminated in the spotlights. His muscular pectorals and flat firm stomach were shining with grease as he began a warm up routine to relax every fibre of his body. As he turned and twisted, displaying his rear view, Caroline gasped at the strong sinewy back and the powerful muscles of his naked buttocks. She began to tremble, certain that she had never in her life seen a more wonderful specimen of pure male animal, gulping at her wine as she watched, entranced. For the next half an hour or so, the young snake dancer performed a series of sinuous and beautiful body movements, his body easing its way under the horizontal pole countless times without ever touching it, his contortions becoming faster and wilder as the drum roll increased, every movement accentuating the swell of his buttocks and the thrust of his penis against the thin and increasingly damp cloth of his pouch. Caroline was glad of the darkness for her sex was wet and needy, her guilty fingers occasionally straying under her skirt to attempt some relief but it was impossible in such a crowded place. She had lost count of the glasses of wine by now and felt heady and reckless, her need for a man overwhelming. At last the performance finished, the young man bowed, donned his robe and left the stage to a round of applause. As the lights went up, Caroline had only one thought, to somehow find the dancer and ... and what? She didn't know and didn't care, her inhibitions freed by the wine, her need to see him again intense. She got up unsteadily, oblivious to the sniggers around her, and walked towards the door near the stage through which the dancer had exited. She heard a shout behind her but took no notice, opening the door and finding herself in a passageway, grubby and dank, plaster peeling off the filthy walls. There were two doors at the far end and she began to walk down the corridor before being brought to a halt by two pairs of strong arms which grabbed hold of her. Two young waiters who had called after her stood there beside her, their faces dark and angry. 'Is private here ...' one shouted '...you missy not go! Private ..understand?' Caroline, suddenly embarrassed to be so sternly lectured, coloured up. 'I wish to see Ahmed ...' she said sternly '...to thank him for his performance. Now let me go!' The boys released her arms and smiled at each other. 'See Ahmed cost money!' one youth said slyly and with a sigh of exasperation Caroline reached into her purse and pulled out a note. The boy nodded with satisfaction. 'Ahmed this way!' he said with an exaggerated bow, grinning at his companion as they escorted her to the door at the far end of the hall. The boy opened the door and before Caroline could argue, almost pushed her inside and closed the door behind her. She heard them chuckle and her heart began to pound as she walked on through a small cloakroom to another door at the far end. She pushed it open and walked in, her face suddenly crimson with shock as she stood motionless in the doorway. She was standing on the tiled floor of a shower room, wash basins and mirrors to her right and, to her left, a table containing the white robe, the Turk's leather belt and his pouch. Trembling and unable to move, Caroline stared, open mouthed, at the naked man under the shower, as yet unaware of her presence, his magnificent body glistening with soap as he performed his ablutions. She leaned against the wash basin for support as he began to wash his genitals, pulling and stretching his penis as he washed the huge organ. Before her eyes the huge cock began to erect as he stroked and pulled and Caroline feared she might faint. Unable to prevent herself, she coughed nervously and he spun round, his face livid with anger as he shouted something, suddenly walking towards her with ominous intent. Caroline was unable to move, her throat dry and her face bright red, as she struggled for words. 'I'm sorry ...' she spluttered '...I just wanted to say ..I..I' and her words died as his face creased into a smug grin. He made no attempt to hide himself as he walked towards her, the jutting penis now a magnet for her eyes as he stood in front of her. Without warning, his grin widening, he suddenly reached up under her skirt, two fingers unerringly finding the sopping depths of her pussy as Caroline cried out in shock. Whether it was the sheer presumption of his action or her shame at being found so 'available' Caroline would never know, but with an indignant squeal she reached up and slapped his face hard. In a split second, his expression changed back to livid anger and, before Caroline knew what was happening, she was seized in two powerful arms and forced, face down, over the table. Frightened, yet incredibly excited, she turned her head and looked at herself through the large wall mirrors. Crimson with shame, she could see through the mirror that the two young waiters had followed her in and were grinning from ear to ear, lolling against the toilet door watching everything as the angry Turk suddenly began to pull up her tight cocktail skirt. 'Nooooooo!' she squealed but in seconds it was up to her waist, her shapely bare bottom exposed to the audience as she watched him reach for the thick leather belt. She squealed again as tears of mortification began to run down her face and the grins on the boys faces widened further. Oh God, she was going to get a bare bottom whipping like some naughty little girl! She bit her lip, anxious not to give them the satisfaction of tears, and steeled herself as the young Turk raised the belt high. She couldn't tear her eyes from the mirror as the broad belt swept down with a crack against her trembling white bottom but she squealed as the burning pain began to ravage her nervous system and a broad red band appeared across the centre of her bare buttocks. She choked back the tears as the belt cracked down again and the intense heat flowed through her body, her bottom bearing another bright red band. As the belt continued its remorseless tattoo, Caroline's body began to respond shamefully, sexually and soon she was thrusting her bottom towards the strap, crying out for him to satisfy her. After twenty strokes he threw down the strap as Caroline moaned with excitement. The strapping had fully aroused him for his penis, monstrous and erect, thrust out proudly as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Caroline writhed to try and stem the pain, her body roasting and her bottom the colour of ripe strawberries as he moved behind her, lifted her hips and forced the large penis deep into her welcoming vagina. She cared nothing for the audience, just delighting in his fierce savage rutting which left her screaming and breathless before he climaxed in one massive thrust which nearly lifted her off the table. She climbed off the table shakily and pulled her skirt down as the Turk looked at her with triumph in his eyes. No words were spoken as she returned his gaze but her hand gently clutched his in a gesture of gratitude. The two boys ushered her out and through a side door where a taxi was waiting to take her back to the hotel. This was almost more shaming than any of it! How many times had they gone through a similar scenario with other women? Old Kazerin stared at her in contempt as she walked into the hotel reception and then painfully up the stairs to her bedroom with hardly a word of goodnight. Oh he knew what had happened all right and she was too ashamed to face him but so what! She lay awake half the night in excitement, fingers straying to her sex and her punished bottom until tiredness took her into a deep sleep. When she awoke, Caroline felt wonderful! The pain in her bottom was now just a highly satisfying tingle which, when rubbed, seemed to generate signals to her genitals arousing her beyond her wildest dreams. She felt refreshed in body and mind, the humiliation of the previous night leaving her with only the most erotic sense of arousal and need. Caroline knew her eyes had been opened for the first time to pleasures beyond the constraints of a civilised marriage and that she would never be the same again. She ignored the withering scorn of the old hotelier as, on the next night she called for a taxi to take her to the nightclub and ignored too the knowing grin of the bouncer as she walked with dignity into the club. This time Ahmed saw her from the stage and her body trembled as she saw him grin with pleasure. She was spared the shower room now, for at the end of his act he stepped from the stage and imperiously beckoned her to his dressing room. Once inside, he devoured her body greedily with his eyes and ordered her to strip. When she was naked he produced a thin cane and ordered her to bend low and touch her toes. Her heart pounding with excitement, Caroline obeyed swiftly, shamefully aware of her display before the cane whipped across her bottom making her cry out in surprise and anguish. She began to shriek with pain as the caning continued yet again the burning heat engulfed her loins, Caroline climaxing with a scream as the twelfth and final stroke branded her buttocks. She heard him panting with lust as two strong arms encircled her waist and his huge penis again thrust its way into her well lubricated cunt, fucking her lustily until he came deep inside her with one violent thrust. From that moment on, Caroline's stay in Turkey changed from a holiday to an obsession. She spent the days languidly sunbathing, her urge to sightsee replaced by a gnawing desperate counting of the hours until night, all her desires focussed on the 'Al Karim' and its dancer. It was a drug she found impossible to resist and each night, the virile young Turk would improvise variations on the routine until Caroline was screaming with pain and pleasure. Ahmed had become a narcotic she couldn't give up as her mind and body became one indivisible mass of masochistic desire. Later, when she was rational, Caroline realised that during that frightening period of sexual dependency she would have become just another junkie, throwing away her return ticket, leaving her young daughter to fend for herself, living out her life as Ahmed's pathetic submissive until he threw her over for another, for she was that far gone. She had been taken over by forces far too strong to control or understand, but just as she was going under, fate came to her aid. Caroline had already decided to try and sell her air ticket the next day as she made what became that last trip to the 'Al Karim' already trembling with anticipation as she got out of the taxi and walked up the steps, only to be stopped by a grim faced security officer on the door. 'Club is closed...' he said tersely '...go home, lady, there is no show!' Caroline felt as if she'd been doused in cold water as she reeled under the news. 'No..no show? Why? Please, I must see Ahmed, please!' 'Ahmed not here ...' he said '...now go home. There is no show!' 'Not here ...?' she almost screamed '...that can't be! Please let me in. I have to see him!' The man smiled grimly. 'I think you wait your turn, missy. Police are first in queue for he has disappeared with the club's takings. Then ..' he sneered in contempt '...there maybe fifty English and American women like you. You all love what a young man can give you, eh !!!' and he chuckled, thrusting two fingers into the curved palm of his other hand in an obscene gesture. Ignoring the hoot of her taxi horn, Caroline turned away in shame, her eyes full of tears, and began to run wildly back along the dockside road, her lungs heaving with sobs until she could run no more. She sat down in the dark on the dockside and began to cry until her body shook with emotion. She was vaguely aware of a car stopping and the driver getting out, his footsteps getting closer as she sat alone in the darkness. Perhaps she'd be raped or even killed, but what did it matter? The man was standing beside her now and she heard him say softly 'Lady, please, I drive you back to your hotel now, I think!' She looked up at the young taxi driver and smiled through her tears. 'Thank you!' she whispered as he helped her to her feet _______________ ________'You must see a doctor, mummy ...!' Stephanie was nagging in the taxi as it sped through London's darkening streets '...you've not been right at all since you got home!' but Caroline's mind was now firmly on the young carpet salesman. 'Nonsense, my sweet ...' she said with a smile, cuddling her young daughter close '...I'm much better now. I think it was something I ate. Anyway, I might come back here next week after you're back at school ...' an intense blush began to colour her face ' ...because I think that young man may have something better for sale that wasn't on the counter!'