Nurses in Africa

Karen Tanner and her friend Linda had been on a shopping trip to the bazaar in the small town near where they worked. They were both nurses working on a one year contract in a small west African country. Both women were very experienced and had been offered nearly double their pay at home to spend a year working with sick and extremely poor people.

Both women were married although Karen and her husband were separated months before she left for this job. Karen had found this position, applied and been accepted long before Linda even knew about it. Karen felt it would be a good way to have time to think her life over and decide if she wanted to even try and preserve her marriage. Her husband had taken to working 12 hour days and was rude and crabby all the time.

At 48, Karen was in great shape physically and mentally and wanted to travel and have fun. She also wanted a good sex life because entering menopause had left her perpetually horny, the opposite of what she had expected. Karen jogged and exercised and her only real weaknesses were chocolates and cigarettes. She had started smoking, a habit she had quit in her 20's, but had started again when her husband had become so remote and cruel.

Linda was in many ways the opposite of Karen. Karen was strong willed and independent while Linda was very meek and followed the crowd. Karen often spent hours solving problems and taking on serious issues while Linda was content to sit back and let someone else do the thinking. Linda was completely subservient to her husband but Karen believed in being completely equal in all respects. Both women had dark brown hair and brown eyes and had often been mistaken for s****rs. They had worked together for fifteen years in a large hospital and were actually closer than most s****rs. When Karen started smoking again Linda had lectured her about it but wound up smoking with her during their breaks.

Linda had also quit smoking years ago but had done so at the insistence of her husband and not because she wanted to. Linda loved smoking and the smell of smoke made her crave a cigarette. When she heard that Karen was accepted into the traveling nurses program she had talked to her husband about applying. When he heard that her pay would be double for the year and all of her living expenses would be paid he surprised her by endorsing her application.

The two women had been working for two months nearly non stop. Their little holiday to shop was a great relief to both of them and they were shopping for jewelry and gifts to send to f****y and friends at home. They were in a small shop looking at gold chains and charms made in the shop by the owner. Linda was so taken with one that looked like antique gold that Karen helped her to fasten it around her neck.

As Linda stood admiring it in the mirror a loud explosion shook the building and the front window shattered. The shop was filled with dust and smoke and the two women ran through the door and down the street away from the smoke. They excitedly discussed terrorists but found out much later that it had been a ruptured gas line and fortunately no one had been killed.

Back at their hotel they sat in the cafe and ordered hot tea. As they sat sipping it they saw two policemen enter the lobby followed by the jewelry store owner. Linda suddenly realized she still had the necklace on. It had slipped inside her open necked blouse and in the excitement it had slipped her mind.

The two women were arrested. They tried to explain but the owner left with his necklace and they were taken to the local jail. They were pushed into a small dirty cell and left there, the only occupants in the jail. The policeman explained in broken English that they would be tried the next morning. Karen was angry and Linda was inconsolable. She kept blaming herself and crying. The cell was cool and they huddled together for warmth. After a while the two friends wound up spending the night in each other's arms. True to their personalities Karen planned her actions and their defense and Linda cried herself to sl**p.

The next morning they were awakened and pulled from their cell. In handcuffs like common criminals they were led into an adjoining room. There behind a desk sat a well dressed man who spoke English. He introduced himself as the local magistrate.

Karen tried to explain but he shouted at her to be silent. The women were f***ed to sit on a hard bench. The room was half full of people who seemed to be there just to watch. The shop owner was there and he testified that the women had used the distraction of the explosion to steal the most expensive piece of jewelry in his shop.

When the time came for the women to testify Linda was so upset and terrified all she could do was agree with the magistrate that she had fled with the necklace when she heard the explosion. Karen tried to explain that it was a mistake but the magistrate said too many foreigners were taking advantage of the local shop owners.

He said he wanted to be fair and told Karen she was excused and free since she had not taken the necklace. He then asked Linda to stand. He told her that theft in his country was a serious crime since it often took food from the mouths of the victims. He then shocked Karen to silence and Linda to tears when he said, "You are sentenced to be whipped in public. You will be stripped to the waist and will receive 200 lashes on your bare back. Since you are not of this country, we will be lenient and not do the whole punishment at once. You will receive 25 lashes every two weeks for the next four months. If after the first session you decide to leave your post at the hospital and go home, we will not stop you. If you stay, you must face the entire sentence."

The two women were told that the first whipping would occur in one hour and they could wait in the magistrate's office. Inside, Linda clung to Karen weeping uncontrollably. Finally Karen helped herself to a bottle of brandy behind his desk and made her friend drink a large glass of it. She then sat thinking.

She knew that Linda had a very low tolerance for pain. The thought of her friend being whipped made her feel physically ill. At the same time Karen had a high tolerance for pain and as a teen had found some pain to be sexually stimulating.

When Karen was 15 her very religious stepfather had caught her smoking. She had been hiding behind the barn and he simply took off his belt and made her bend over while he strapped her across her buttocks a dozen times. When Karen had gone to her room she had pulled off her thin shorts and looked at her red striped rear in the mirror. She also noticed how soaking wet the crotch of her panties and shorts were.

Karen locked the door to her room and masturbated with her fingers. After cumming she had rubbed her sore ass with one hand and rubbed her wet pussy with the other until she came again. For the next week, sitting had been painful and uncomfortable.

Several weeks later, Karen and one of her friends walked past the a local movie house in town. A poster advertised a grade B movie and an outline picture of a woman tied and being whipped was in the background. Karen tried to get her friend to go but she refused and looked at Karen like she was crazy.

Later, Karen came back on her own and watched the movie. There were three whippings of women in the movie. It was set in a prison for women in the old west. The first whipping in the movie had excited Karen and she had rubbed herself through her jeans. When, twenty minutes later, another woman was stripped to the waist and tied with her hands high over her head Karen unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

She was the only person in her corner of the dark theater and while the woman was slowly whipped as the warden watched and made lewd comments, Karen slid her fingers through the wet hair and rubbed her clit until she had a huge orgasm. She then did something she had never done after masturbating, she licked her fingers clean and was very turned on by it.

Karen fastened her jeans and sat there exhausted and almost fell asl**p. She decided she should leave when the main character, a strong woman who had argued with the warden was sentenced to be whipped. Karen again opened her jeans and also unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and pulled her bra down.

As this woman was very slowly whipped Karen had played with her pussy and pulled and played with her nipples and this time her orgasms were back to back and too many to count. It was the most deeply erotic experience of her life. Again, after the scene was over she licked her fingers but kept rubbing her hard nipple until the movie was over.

When she walked home Karen left her blouse unbuttoned feeling open and sexy until she got in sight of her house. Over the next several months she thought about the movie many times and masturbated to orgasm each time. She soon realized that in her fantasies she was the woman being whipped. Finally she wanted more and had no idea how to get it. She was afraid and embarrassed to tell anyone but she found herself wet and horny much of the time.

One afternoon, Karen's parents were gone and she decided she would go to the barn for a cigarette. She sat on a bale of hay smoking when suddenly the light from the door was blocked and she knew she was caught. Her stepfather.

Karen didn't like the man. He was constantly telling everyone they were damned and she could not figure out what her mother saw in him except she could hear them having sex almost every night through the wall of her room. Now, she saw the rage on his face and she was suddenly inspired.

Karen had been caught in the act of taking a deep drag. She dropped the cigarette to the floor and crushed it before exhaling a long thick stream of dense white smoke into the air between she and her stepfather. His face was red and he was obviously enraged at her. Before he could speak she acted.

"I am so sorry, father. I know it is evil to smoke and I try not to but the devil has me addicted. I know you have to punish me and I understand. Please help me to stop smoking these terrible things."

She saw the shock on his face. He started to remove his belt but she took a horsewhip from the wall and handed it to him. She walked to one of the stalls and facing away from him she unbuttoned and removed her shirt. Unsnapping her bra she let it fall to the ground. Karen reached up to grasp the top of the stall door on either side, spreading her legs wide.

"Please punish me father, help me to stop smoking." She felt her juices wetting her panties and jeans. Karen was already wet and wanted to feel the whip. She just wished she could put her hand in her pants at the same time.

Her stepfather stood for a full minute before he acted. He was shocked at her actions and wanted to tell her to put her clothing back on. He also saw that she had very beautiful skin and her very full breast from the side. He thought it must be chilly for her since her nipple was very hard and her areola was wrinkled and puckered.

He stepped behind her and swung the whip. The first lash took her across the middle of her bare back. It left a bright red stripe that wrapped around her ribs and the tip flicked the side of her breast.

Karen made no sound but arched her back and thrust out her chest. Her pussy was hot and she felt an orgasm building already. The second lash was below the first and the third was above across her shoulders. She now had three red stripes on her back and she fought a scream that came to her lips. It was not a scream of pain but of ecstasy. She moaned very low with a deep orgasm from her grinding thighs and when he hesitated she spoke to him.

"More, father, whip me harder and more. I need your help to stop smoking. I can't stop if you won't help me."

The next lash was harder and left a deeper red mark and the lash wrapped around with the tip popping on her wrinkled areola. She yelped in pain and moaned in pleasure as her pussy spasmed hard and she felt the orgasm through her whole body. She wanted to finger her pussy so badly but she knew she didn't dare.

He lashed her hard again and again and when she had counted ten, he stopped. She wanted to scream at him to continue. She wanted more. He dropped the whip and she turned to look at him. He got his first good look at her bare breasts and hard nipples and saw that several of the welts extended around her body and onto her right breast.

She saw that his cock was hard and there was a wet spot on the front of his pants. "Thank you father, you did right in whipping me." He turned and walked to the house without a word. She put on her blouse and picked up her bra. When Karen got to the house she went to her room and heard her mother and stepfather in their bedroom next door.

Her mother was demanding to know what had gotten in to him during the middle of the day and soon Karen heard their bed squeak and from the sounds she knew they were fucking. Karen removed her clothing and stood in front of her full length mirror looking at her whipped back and side. She rubbed the sore nipple and soon had to lay on her bed with both hands working on her pussy. Finally she buried several fingers inside herself and furiously finger fucked herself while with the other hand she flicked and rubbed her clit.

She heard her mother's moans and groans as she was cumming next door as Karen turned her own face to the pillow to muffle her moans as she came harder than ever before in her life. When her orgasm slowed she reached with one hand to pull and twist the whipped nipple as she ground her clit with her other hand. The orgasms intensified and she bucked on the bed thrusting her hips as if she were fucking someone.

Karen had continued for the next three years to use her stepfather to satisfy her cravings and she thought about all of this now as she sat holding her friend close and trying to decided what to do. "If only it had been me trying on the necklace, she thought." An idea blossomed in her head and while she was thinking through the details the magistrate came into his office.

"Ladies, unless you have something to say we need to go and get you ready for your punishment," he said.

"May we speak alone, sir? " Karen asked. " I think there is something you should know."

Linda was led out by a guard and the magistrate sat down and looked at her. "Linda didn't steal the necklace, I did. You can see we look a lot alike and the shop owner made a mistake. I am the guilty party."

The magistrate did not really believe her, but why would she confess knowing that in minutes she would be stripped and whipped. He sat thinking for several minutes.

"Very well, then you shall be whipped. Are you sure about this? "

"Yes sir, it is all my fault and my friend is just willing to take the punishment for me." Karen lowered her head but was shocked that her body was already reacting. The thought of being whipped had her pussy wet and her nipples tingling.

Karen was taken by a policeman to a small windowless room. Linda was brought in to sit with her. Linda still thought she was going to be whipped and Karen quickly told her what had happened. Linda was relieved and then realized that her friend was sacrificing herself. She began to protest and started for the door to tell the truth.

Karen grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down into a chair. "Listen, we don't have much time. Do you remember I told you about my stepfather whipping me when I was a k**?" When Linda nodded Karen continued. "What I didn't tell you was that first of all I have a very high tolerance for pain. The second thing I never thought I would admit to anyone is that I enjoyed it every time he whipped me. I have fantasized about being whipped for years. I hope you don't think I am crazy, but I want this very much. Please just stay quiet and if anyone asks, I took the necklace."

They sat in silence for several minutes with Karen holding Linda's hands. They both were startled when the magistrate came into the room. "It is policy for me to inform the chief magistrate when a foreigner is to be punished. He will be here to review the case in a half hour. He said to schedule your whipping for 4 o'clock and he will be here."

After he left, the women began to talk and Linda asked about Karen's fantasy. Karen told her about her lifelong fascination with whippings and how she had always searched for main stream movies with women being whipped. She had found several over the years, mostly foreign, and had usually had the best sex with her husband after watching them.

At ten minutes before 4, a policeman led the women to a large courtyard behind the jail. Linda was taken to a raised gallery and was seated. In halting English he told Karen the magistrates would be there shortly. Karen walked over to Linda and asked her for a cigarette. She then walked to the center of the courtyard where two heavy posts were set in the ground. They were about ten feet apart and had another post crossing the top of them.

From the cross-member hung two ropes with loops at the ends. She knew this was where she would be tied and she felt her nipples harden and goosebumps raise on her body. She knew she really did want this and was excited.

The chief magistrate had arrived and he and his subordinate were standing at a window inside sipping brandy and watching Karen. He had witnessed many women being whipped but had never seen one of them so calm and accepting. Most of them had to be dragged crying and forcibly stripped and tied.

He noticed that Karen was a very attractive middle aged woman. He was ashamed of the fact that he enjoyed watching these whippings and was sexually aroused by them. His wife had passed away several years earlier and in his mid 50's he still had a strong sex drive. After watching these public punishments of women, he usually locked himself in his office and masturbated.

They stood and watched her standing by the whipping posts and calmly smoking her cigarette. When the two men came out and approached her she turned to face them. Two policemen stood ready to subdue and tie her but when the magistrate said, "It is time, " she began to unbutton her blouse. She fought her shaking hands as she removed her blouse and hung it over a nearby railing. She then hesitated and then reached back to unhook her bra.

The four men saw her breasts and each inhaled sharply. At 48, Karen's 34 C's had only a little sag. Her nipples, they saw, were hard and sticking out like little fingertips. Her nipples and aureoles were medium brown and her large areolas were wrinkled and puckered in her excitement. Karen's skin was smooth and she had only a small paunch at her midsection, a result of having her two c***dren.

The two magistrates went to sit in the raised gallery with Linda who was sitting and staring at her friend in shock. Karen did not cover her breasts at all as she stepped under the ropes. She took a last deep hard drag on her cigarette thinking of doing the same thing many years earlier to get her stepfather to whip her. She dropped it to the ground and stepped on it and exhaling a long stream of white smoke into the air she reached to put her hands through the loops.

The two policemen stepped forward to tighten them, but she found that she had room to grasp the thick ropes and hang on to keep the strain off her wrists. One of the policemen put his hands on the waist of her skirt and pulled it down until it was riding low on her hips.

"You have been found guilty of theft. As punishment you will be whipped in public for a total of 200 lashes on your bare back. You will receive the first 25 lashes today and 25 more every two weeks until your debt is paid. Do you have anything to say?"

Karen said "No" much more loudly than she had planned. When he had read her sentence and said she was to be whipped, the mere words had made her pussy start to get wet. She could feel herself tingling with anticipation.

Her friend and the two magistrates watched in silence as one of the policemen took a long brown whip from a canvas bag. It was very hot in the courtyard and he removed his own shirt before approaching Karen. He walked around her once looking up and down her bared upper body. Part of public punishment was pain and part was humiliation and he had delivered many such treatments over the years.

Walking behind Karen he shook loose the whip and flicked it out on the ground. He stepped back and measured the distance and then brought his arm forward. Karen heard the whistle of the whip and heard a loud crack and felt her body jerk before she felt the pain. It was like a streak of fire burning across her shoulders. Just as she had wished many years before, she wanted to have a free hand to rub her pussy with.

They all watched as Karen's head came back and she grunted and thrust her chest forward. Her whole body shuddered but the expected scream did not come from her lips. The policeman slowly drew the whip back again and again they heard the whistle of the lash and the crack as it left a thick red welt across her lower back. This time the end wrapped around her and the stripe extended around her rib cage and over her smooth stomach.

Again, the whip sang through the air and each time it cracked Karen had a new dark stripe on her beautiful back. Each time all four men and Linda held their breath, waiting for a scream and only her deep grunts broke the silence.

Both magistrates had erections. Linda glanced at them and saw their loose tan pants bulging in the front. Linda was shocked to feel herself getting slightly aroused. Looking at the man with the whip, she saw he had a massive erection tenting out his pants.

Karen was sweating profusely now. It was hot in the courtyard and she was holding her breath for each lash. She didn't want to cry out. Karen's pussy was pulsating in ways she had never felt with a man's cock inside of her. She had stopped trying to understand it as a teen and now was just enjoying the deep sensation as she ground her thighs together under her dark skirt.

After the fifth lash Karen had five impressive welts on her back and three of them wrapped around to her stomach. Beads of sweat were running down her face and body. The man with the whip had been instructed not to cut her so there was no bl**d, but the skin was broken enough that the sweat running down her body was burning.

Karen was in ecstasy. She had dreamed of this for years and was now on the verge of a full blown orgasm which she hoped she could hide.

The whip sang again and the sixth stripe wrapped around to leave a welt up the side of her breast. The seventh strip was higher and a welt extended through her smooth sweaty underarm. On the eighth, ninth and tenth lashes which were slowly applied, Karen's grunts sounded more like what they were, the sensual sounds of a woman having sex and orgasms.

The chief magistrate was fascinated. He had never seen a woman react this way to a whipping before. It was almost as if she was enjoying it, he thought. After ten lashes he raised his hand stopping the activity. He told the others he was concerned about her health and wanted to talk to her privately and check her condition before the whipping continued.

The other men were surprised when he called for a basin of water and towels. They were even more shocked when he told them to go to the cooler building until he called them back. Linda was now whimpering and crying into a handkerchief for her friend. She could see the ten dark red welts on her back and thought that Karen must be suffering terribly. She was led out by the men who gave her cold water and a towel.

When they were alone, the chief magistrate took the water and towels and went to stand before Karen. Her eyes were closed and her hair was soaking with her sweat and plastered to her forehead and sides of her face. He wet a towel and began to bath her face. Karen's eyes opened and she stopped grinding her thighs together. After bathing her face with the cool wet towel he washed it out and bathed her neck and chest.

"Why did you stop?" Karen asked.

"I was concerned, and I do not want you permanently damaged." he replied as he continued to gently bath her with the cool towel. To Karen, it felt wonderful and the towel on her tingling skin was like a sexual touch. When he washed her breasts she noticed his hands touched her nipples as much as the towel and she breathed deeply and moaned as she enjoyed his touch.

He held a cup of cold water to her lips and she drank deeply. "You almost seem to be enjoying your punishment, " he said, "I would like to understand."

Karen looked down at his still tented pants and the large wet spot from his leaking precum and said, "You seem to be enjoying it, too." He was shocked that a woman in her position could talk to him like that. At first he was angry, but quickly he became more intrigued.

He took his wet towel and pulling up her skirt he began to wipe her sweaty legs. Karen enjoyed his gentle touch and moved to spread her legs to make his ministrations easier. From the hot tent of her skirt an unmistakable odor rose to his nostrils. The hot intense smell of a woman in heat was unmistakable. He placed his other bare hand under her skirt and slid it up to her pussy. He felt her cotton panties and they were soaked with abundant juices leaking down her legs.

Pushing the panties aside he ran his fingers through her thick wet pubic hair. He found her lips thick and hot and her clit was standing out like a miniature cock. Without thinking, he ran two fingers deeply up inside her and was rewarded with a loud moan and whimper. He began to finger fuck her slowly running his long fingers inside her body and then using his thumb on her clit at the end of each stroke.

Karen was humping his hand, moaning in full orgasm and loving every gentle touch he have her. He dropped the towel and with his other hand began to rub and pull her nipples. Karen's moans were very loud now, much louder than when she was being whipped. "Faster, harder....", came from her lips as she spread her legs as wide as she could and thrust herself onto his fingers.

Karen's breathing was fast and shallow and her breasts and upper chest were mottled with red. He curled his fingers now rubbing the rough place directly behind her clit in her vagina, the spot some people call the g spot. Karen out of control and the words coming from her lips made no sense, "fuck, fuck, fuck me, suck my tits....". When he heard the last part he grabbed one of her nipples and began to suck it hard and lash it with his tongue. Karen's orgasm continued for almost two minutes and finally she sagged in the ropes.

The chief magistrate took her hands down and saw that in her struggles she had abrasions on her wrists that were bleeding slightly. He took her to the bench and had her sit there while he again bathed her body with wet towels and cleaned her pussy and legs.

Finally, when her breathing was normal he gave her more cold water which she gratefully drank. He offered her a cigarette, which she took and sat quietly smoking as she watched him carefully and gently wash her body. She was amazed that she was not embarrassed at all and wanted his every touch.

Finally, he asked her if she wanted to continue. "Yes, I want to finish my punishment for today. Please, let's get on with it." He tore one of the towels and tied it around her wrists as padding. She again offered her arms over her head and her tied her to the ropes.

"Is there anything I can do for you, " he asked, "before I call the others back."

"Yes, will you please be here with me for the rest of my whippings? " she said looking him in the eye.

"I assumed you would be leaving for America as soon as possible to avoid any more of this." he said.

"No, I will finish my time at the hospital and I will take every whipping I am sentenced to. Thank you for what you did for me." She said this without looking into his eyes and for the first time this half naked woman that he had just finger fucked seemed bashful.

He was gently running his fingers up and down her arms and underarms and decided that he liked this brash American. Without thinking, he kissed her gently on the lips and she responded. "I will come for each of your punishment times, and I will do for you whatever you want me to do."

"Thank you, " she said. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

He thought about it for a moment and then said, "I would like to see you at my home, for dinner if you would not mind."

"I would like that", she said, and then started laughing. "I bet no one in the history of the world every made a date like this. "

He smiled at her, shocked she could stand there like this and joke. He had never imagined a woman so bold. As he turned to walk away he came back and kissed her again. He leaned to whisper in her ear as he ran his fingers again up and down her smooth underarms and then over to her hard nipples.

Karen gave him an amused look and said, "Yes" to his embarrassed request.

The chief magistrate went to the building and called the men back out. Linda chose to not come back to the courtyard.

Karen closed her eyes as the policeman again picked up the whip. He carefully wiped the dust from it and then began again. Each lash whistled and cracked across her back as she again grunted and thrust her breasts out. The chief magistrate also notice her pubic thrusting and grinding and he could tell that by the fifth lash, her fifteen total, she was orgasming again. He told the punisher to go slower and watched as her striped back took ten more slow lashes and she seemed to be in deep sexual bliss.

When the last lash was applied he had them take her down and ordered that she and her friend be taken back to their living quarters. He sent for a nurse to tend to her whipped back. The chief magistrate then went straight to his home. He wanted to prepare for a dinner guest for later in the week, but first he went to his bedroom and stripping himself, he began to stroke his cock until thick ropes of cum splattered on the white sheets.
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10 months ago
sooo hot, hope I find part 2
1 year ago
Very well written and erotic story. thanks for posting
1 year ago
Nice story!
1 year ago
Interesting, I've never met a woman that enjoyed pain such as you describe. For me, it would be even more erotic if the woman was a nun. I have my reasons.
2 years ago
Nice writing.
2 years ago
Wow...
2 years ago
Excellent
2 years ago
Thank you very much for this story. I would love to read more about Karen.
2 years ago
I hope you continue this story. Great job. Thanks
2 years ago
glad you are writing again. just awesome