I had been fearing such a command, since he mentioned a punishment, but it still shocked me when it came. Nazira hooked her thumbs in the elasticated waists of both garments and pushed them down off her hips and pert ass.

I had never been spanked, let alone thrashed with a crop. He was going to make me bend over, then swipe my butt! I could turn tail, hurry back to my cabin and stay with Toni for the rest of the trip. What would that say about my character though? Salim Husni was clearly looking for an obedient girl who would follow his commands.

Four strokes and then it was over, I told myself. Did I deserve to be punished or was this a test of my resolve and nerve? I decided it was, so I took the bold step and aped Nazira's actions.

She was stepping out of the flimsy tulle items, while mine were on the way down. Then, just when I thought the situation couldn't get any more shameful, Nazira dropped to her hands and knees and started crawling toward the tray by the door.

The Omani youngster was exposing her pretty cunt; and a little higher, her tightly puckered anus! The red ruby hanging from her labia, danced back and forth as her ass sashayed from side to side. The colour and shape of her ass and thighs were perfection personified! What would the sheik think of mine?

I was slow to push my garments down. The hesitation was just long enough to receive a frown from the billionaire. Salim Husni had seen my sex through two layers of gauze material, when I bent over earlier, but he wanted to see everything below my flimsy top. My clitoral ridge was hidden by the clamp but the secret places I wanted to hide would be out in the open.

The moment of truth had arrived and having gone as far as I had, there was no turning back. Taking a deep breath, I dropped to my hands and knees and set off across the carpet as fast as my hands and knees would propel me. I could feel the sheik's dazzling blue eyes examining my naked ass and thrusting sex.

He was the first man to have ever done so from the rear. I passed Nazira, who was on her way back. She was focused on her Master and the task rather than what I was doing. She was gripping the crop between her teeth like a Puppy dog would when out for a walk.

On arrival at the tray, I grabbed the remaining crop, bit into the braided leather stem and turned. On my way back to the table, I saw that Salim had lowered it, almost to the level of the carpet.

Nazira had climbed onto the surface and was upright on her knees. She had placed her hands behind her head and pulled her elbows back. As a result, her tits looked even larger as they fought against the stretched tulle.

Salim held his hand up. "Gina, wait your turn." I stopped and looked up into his serious face. "Sit on your heels and place your hands behind your head. Knees a foot apart."

I sat back and did as I was directed. It was like a game I used to play as a kid we called statues. Salim Husni's game though had a more serious and sexually themed intent. My red face and staring eyes must have betrayed my intense embarrassment. He waited until my thighs formed a wide 'V'.

"Gina, this is your 'sit and stay' posture, whether you're waiting for a punishment or simply waiting for instruction, adopt this position when I give you the command."

With my teeth gripping the shaft of the crop, I was unable to respond to his statement. He seemed pleased with my lewd display while his eyes roved over my body. Why wouldn't he be? My pussy was not only visible, but my plump labia lips had also parted. Consequently, the jewelled clamp was thrusting forward in all its glory. When he lifted his eyes, he was able to examine the teardrop pendants as they swayed and pushed against the flimsy fabric.

"Gina, this punishment is necessary to remind you of a failing, but the ritual is just as important. Fetching the weapon yourself is a way for you to show a submissive attitude and also proudly display your femininity to me, your Master, and any guests that I might be entertaining. The punishment may seem harsh, but it will be easy to avoid repeat performances if you focus on following the ancient Arabic rules that concubines and thralls abide by in the presence of their Master."

He turned to the statuesque figure kneeling on the table and began to untie the three bows holding her blouse together. As soon as the girl's breasts were uncovered, he removed the crop from her mouth.

He turned to me. "Gina, punishments with the crop are administered on your posterior, but if you have earned a fifth stroke, it will be laid across your breasts. Because of your insolence, Gina's punishment has reached five strokes. You might be so well-behaved in the future that you never reach five but watch carefully and learn how to respond."

I wanted to scream at him and say how unfair his instant justice system was, but I remained silent, knowing another stroke would endanger my tits. Nazira's breasts were magnificent and didn't need the red teardrop pendants to highlight them. Her nipples were particularly large and looked as hard as bullets, while Salim Husni arranged the sides of her blouse to make sure the garment was out of the way.

"Which breast received the stroke last time, Nazira?"

Did he strike so many girl's tits he couldn't remember? I wondered. "The right, Master."

He moved to the far side, took aim, by placing the leather flapper on the top of her breast, then raised his arm. Swat!