Hairbrush Harem

Chapter One

Although the hot desert sun blazed down, it was quite cool in the palatial garden of the very handsome Sheik El Hassan. Lying on the soft grass by El Hassan's side was his beautiful and shapely sister, Elise, attired in the customary Arabian silky pantalettes and black bandeau fastened about her full pouting breasts. Standing behind her curvaceous mistess and gently fanning her with huge ostrich feathers, was the bare-breasted beauty and Elise's personal slave girl, Luanne.

"I think I am going to enjoy America, Elise," smiled El Hassan, sipping his wine.

His sparkling-eyed sister popped a date into her soft red mouth. "I was delighted in my visit there," she answered, a bit saucily. Then she scowled pleasantly at her handsome brother. "I certainly hope you will learn how to handle those four unruly wives of yours. They should all be stripped and whipped."

El Hassan laughed. "That's no way to talk about your sistersin-law, pretty one. Just because our dear father was a bit strict with his fifteen wives, is no reason why I should resort to harsh methods to curb the lusty tantrums of Zena, Nada, Mirine, and the olive-skinned Dara."

"May I speak, Master?" Luanne smiled.

"Of course, my perky-breasted beauty," El Hassan told her.

"And I won't be punished?"

El Hassan flashed even-white teeth. "I certainly won't punish you, Luanne," he assured her. He winked slyly at the bare-breasted slave girl. "But perhaps Elise will take it in her mind to slap your wrists."

"If I choose to slap her, dear brother," Elise chimed in, "it certainly WON'T be on her wrists. Will it, Luanne?"

A slight flush profused the pretty face of the dark-haired girl. "N-no - Mistress," she answered.

E1 Hassan arched his eyebrows. "Something new you learned while visiting America, Elise?" he asked.

The girl's dark eyes sparkled. "Quite true, my dear brother," she smiled. "I stayed with families where parents knew how to rear their saucy and disobedient teen-age daughters."

"Oh!" El Hassan grinned.

"And where husbands weren't afraid to assert their authority over their naughty wives."

"But what if these husbands had FOUR high-spirited wives, Elise?"

"Four or fourteen," Elise smiled, "he'd still make them behave themselves."

El Hassan sighed. "I sure wish I knew the secret of their Success. I'll admit there are times when Zena, Mirine, Nada, and Dara, drive me to the sultry-eyed dancing girl Sadita."

"Sadita is a tavern strumpet who ought. to be flogged," Luanne spoke up, her dark eyes flashing.

Elise turned on her slave girl with hellfire blazing in her own eyes. "Watch your tongue, Luanne," she snapped, "or you'll be the one to be flogged."

"I'm s-sorry, Mistress," Luanne stammered.

El Hassan smiled and took another sip of wine. "And seeing that you haven't any clothes on above your waist, pretty one," he smiled, your lovely bare back would be well-prepared for the whip."

Elise's soft lips tautened. "I'm not a monster, El Hassan," she informed her handsome brother. "I wouldn't use a whip and it certainly wouldn't be her lovely back that would be bare -- it would be something else."

This time the sultry Luanne blushed right down to the tips of her beautiful nude breasts.

"P--please -- Mistress," she begged, "say no more."

El Hassan flung back his head and laughed heartily. "No need to be embarrassed, Luanne," he consoled the flushed beauty. "I think I know of what Elise is speaking. Once I caught my dear sister swimming naked in the lily pond beyond the big house. I pulled her out and......

"El Hassan," the adorable Elise fairly shouted, pounding on her brother's knee with clenched fists, "don't- y-you...d-dare!"

Luanne's eyes twinkled. "Then what happened, Master?"

"Luanne," Elise gritted, "after I finish whipping you I'm going to rub salt on your reddened buttocks!"

El Hassan shook his head. "And you just finished saying you weren't a monster. Shame on you, Elise! Only a very cruel taskmaster would do that to her lovely slave girl."

Despite the horrid threat her mistress had just afforded her, Luanne smiled. "My mistress is just angry with me now, Master. Quite often has she threatened to have me flogged until I bleed - branded with a hot iron - stretched on the rack until I beg for mercy - or, have me staked out in the hot sun completely naked."

"But she never did any of these things to you, did she, Luanne?" El Hassan asked.

"No, Master."

Elise's full young breasts heaved in downright anger and her soft eyes flared. She pointed a finger at Luanne. "This time, you babbling wench," she emitted, "I'll not only have you whipped but nailed to a cross as well!"

Again El Hassan shook his head sadly. "My -- my, what sadistic language! Now calm down, Elise, before I spank your cute bottom like I did that day I caught you swimming nude."

"You spanked her bottom, Master!?" Luanne gasped.

"Not only her bottom, my perky-breasted beauty," El Hassan grinned, "but her bare naked and WET bottom."

The pretty Elise stommped her foot and pretended tears. "El Hassan!" she sobbed prettily. "How c-could you humiliate me in such a manner? Humiliate me in the v-very presence of my own slave. I c-could die of shame."

Her handsome brother finished his wine and smiled. "Come now, lovely one," he told Elise, "it isn't as bad as that. Why not have Luanne take you to your boudoir and give your velvet-smooth flesh a good massage."

Elise's dark eyes flashed. "I have a much better idea, dear brother," she rasped. "I'll take Luanne to my boudoir and give her velvet-smooth flesh a good massage." Jumping to her feet she grabbed her cute slave girl by the bare arm and dragged her to the palace. "Come with me, you miserable wench!"

El Hassan sighed as he reclined on the soft grass and looked up at the azure blue clouds drifting overhead. He smiled. He had always thought that his beautiful redheaded Zena had a fiery temper. Now he was quite certain that his lovely sister, Elise, was also blessed with this asset of the devil. Again he smiled.

"Maybe I will learn something in America," he said to himself.