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!'