Dounia was worried. She had gone too far, and now it seemed that she would have her comeuppance. What would the Sultan decide?

Dounia was a beautiful young woman. She had entered the Sultan's service very young, as a slave; she was a servant in his palace and especially in the harem, the part reserved for women, where the only males admitted apart from the Sultan and his sons were eunuchs. When she was 18, she had married the Sultan as his third wife. From servant, she had become mistress.

Dounia's change of social status had gone to her head. She had become unpleasant to servants, especially to Ruqayya, the senior maid, who was basically the head of the harem staff. But her downfall had not come from talking rudely to servants, but from being rude to Fatima, the Sultan's oldest wife. Dounia, proud of her youth and her ability, she thought, at producing offspring sound, mocked Fatima, who was past child-bearing age and somewhat plump.

Dounia has misestimated the attachment that the Sultan had to his other wives. He loved Fatima, who he even consulted on political matters as he thought her judgment wise. Her plumpness did not deter him to make her frequent visits of a carnal nature. Dounia had made a terrible error showing her disrespect.

Dounia had been informed that she was to be "disciplined". She fidgeted. What would happen to her? Finally, Ruqayya enter her bedroom and ordered her to undress. Dounia felt anger at Ruqayya talking to her like a senior maid to subordinates, not as a servant to mistress; but her words were met by the firm answer "Sultan's orders". Dounia felt that she had to comply.

The weather was warm, so Dounia's clothing was light and she was quick to remove it. She appeared in her splendid nakedness; no wonder the Sultan had picked her! Ruqayya was however all-business; she sat on a chair and ordered Dounia to come lay across her lap.

Dounia hesitated. She knew what this position meant, for she had had to assume it a few times. Ruqayya intended to spank her! But now she was the Sultan's wife, no longer a teenage servant… What a humiliation! Yet, again, could she object? Sultan's orders… So she laid across Ruqayya's lap, who first gave her a few orders to adjust her position, then proceeded to spank her rhythmically, her right hand alternating between buttocks. Dounia, feet and head down, bottom up, hoped to preserve some fragment of dignity by keeping silent; yet, when Ruqayya's hand came unexpectedly hard or on an already sensitive spot, she could not prevent heaving a little noise.

Dounia's bottom was pink and tingling when Ruqayya stopped and ordered her up. Dounia thought that her punishment was over, and thus was surprised when Ruqayya ordered her to follow her to the washroom.

Dounia's room had a small washroom attached, equipped for dispensing with natural urges, cleaning up after them, and performing ritual ablutions; baths were taken in another room, common to all wives. The washroom had another door, to a narrow service corridor, and this is probably whence Ruqayya had come in advance to prepare some equipment. A clyster syringe, a pot of… grease?, a pot of water and a chamber pot were ominously at the ready. Without further ado, Ruqayya ordered Dounia on all four.

Dounia was no stranger to clysters. The Sultan's wives and servants would sometimes receive this treatment. Dounia herself had received it twice, once for a stomach ache and the other time for constipation (spending too much time in the latrine could result in questioning from Ruqayya…). This time, it did not make sense.

"But, Ruqayya, I feel fine! My stomach is fine!

— Sure. But you're still getting a clyster."

Dounia pondered arguing, but it seemed a bad idea. Evidently Ruqayya could call for help. Dounia had a passing vision of eunuchs, or servants, manhandling her into position so that Ruqayya could administer the clyster. Dounia bit her lip and assumed the requested position.

Ruqayya ordered Dounia to push as though defecating. Dounia complied. The greasy tip of the clyster syringe invaded her anus, and she soon felt the water coming in. There was not a lot of it, and the was soon told to relieve herself.

She expected Ruqayya to leave as she would sit on her closed stool, but the old maid did not appear to move out. Was this the next installment of her punishment? Being made to defecate in front of a person who had just spanked her? She sat gingerly on the stool; her bottom still tingled. She averted Ruqayya's gaze as she passed water and stool. As she washed her bottom with her hand, she saw Ruqayya getting the syringe ready again.

Dounia did not need being told what to do. She knelt and again presented her rear opening. She wanted to get this over as soon as possible. A second small enema followed. Plot twist: instead of being asked to go on the closed stool, Dounia was made to go in a chamber pot. Ruqayya had a look at the contents before emptying it into the closed stool, and again had Dounia assume the position.

After the third little enema, Ruqayya appeared contented and told Dounia to go back to her room and wait without dressing up. Evidently, Dounia thought, she had been clystered until her output was just water. But why…

Some minutes afterward, the Sultan came, along with Ruqayya. Dounia curtseyed onin front of her master. Ruqayya ordered Dounia to kneel on the bed. Dounia complied; what else could she do in His presence, given that it appeared that anything ordered to her was with his approval? Dounia, in the corner of her eye, saw Ruqayya take one of her own slippers from the floor.

Dounia had seen a servant getting the slipper, but had no experienced it yet — before marriage had made her bold, she had always opted for obedience and attention to work, and, also perhaps by chance, her experience of corporal punishment had been restricted to over-the-lap hand spanking. She was soon to learn about it.

The slipper stung more than the hand, for sure. There was more leverage. Ruqayya methodically hit the buttocks from all angles, reddening the exposed derrière. This time, Dounia did not keep her heaving to little noises; she eventually produced little cries when the slipper hit an already highly sensitive spot. She was on the border of breaking out in tears when Ruqayya stopped.

What followed was utter surprise to Dounia. A greasy finger penetrated her opening, the one that had been cleaned. The finger came in again. Her hole was being greased?!

Dounia suddenly had a horrible thought. Was her master intending to…? She turned her head, and realized her fears were justified; for Ruqayya was greasing the Sultan's erect member.

Dounia, of course, had been a virgin until marriage. Her hymen had been checked when she entered the harem as a servant, and had again been checked just before marriage — Dounia had had to spread her legs in front of Ruqayya and a midwife. he Sultan had deflowered her with care, after considerable caressing and even some licking of her intimate parts. Clearly, he knew what he was doing in bed. She had taken to appreciate feeling his penis on her vulva, between her buttocks, of course in her vagina, and even in her mouth. She had however never thought he would like to use her other nether opening.

She felt the Sultan's hands grabbing her hips and moving them backward, then the greasy glans on her opening. "Push and open yourself", ordered the Sultan. She complied. His penis entered slowly. She felt her hole stretch, stretch. It was worse than passing stool when constipated. Sometimes, by a reflex, her sphincters would contract painfully.

What followed was the most uncomfortable and humiliating event of her young life, beating even the slippering that had preceded it. The Sultan's penis moved in an out, in the movement of coitus familiar to her since marriage. While her deflowering had also been uncomfortable, she at least had been proud to become a woman; but this, this was something different.

This humiliation was compounded by Ruqayya's presence. Sure, Ruqayya had inspected her for virginity, and, on the morning of her wedding night, had inspected her genitals for signs of damage; but she had not attended her deflowering. Here, she could hear all her little cries of shame and discomfort.

Finally, she felt the Sultan spent his seed in her rectum. The penis withdrew. "Go wash yourself", said Ruqayya, in a not unkind voice. Ruqayya stayed cleaning the grease off the Sultan's shrivelled member.

The Sultan smiled. Islam authorized a husband to plow his woman as he would plow his field, but excluded from this the anus, as well as the vagina during menstrual periods. This was, scholars argued, because of the impurity of menstrual blood or fecal waste, into which the purified (circumcised) member should not plunge; and also, because this did not constitute wholesome and dignified marital relationships. A wise imam had however advised the late sultan, the Sultan's father, that the second point would not apply to penetration not meant to honor a wife, but rather to discipline her. Indeed, the point of punishment is to be undignified for the recipient. As for impurity… cleansing the opening with water was the obvious solution. This "loophole" proved interesting for the late sultan and his elder son.

Dounia thought her punishment was now over. However, the Sultan did not call her for sexual relations, as he was wont to do before he discovered her behaviour. And, four days after he sodomized her for the first time, Ruqayya again summoned her for clystering.

This time, the Sultan had her on her stomach, legs spread. Dounia felt his weight on her back, pinning her to the bed, while his member violated her opening. She again was relieved when she felt him ejaculate.

Two days later, Nour, the second wife, spoke to Dounia.

"I heard our master has taken to discipline you?"

Dounia blushed, not knowing what to answer.

"Don't worry. This happened to me as well. I stupidly offended our Master… and he dealt with it. Do you want my advice?"

Dounia nodded.

"Don't fight it. Learn to accept it, to relax. You may even learn to… to appreciate it."

Dounia opened wide, surprised eyes. Nour laughed.

"If you do not fight it and accept discipline, our Master will let you make it… I won't say sweet, but rather at least bittersweet, by rubbing yourself during the act. Or if He thinks you deserve it, he will do rub you himself."

Dounia's eyes opened even wider.

"He disciplines me in my behind about once a month… during my period. He says it teaches me to be a better wife, to atone for the improprieties I may have committed. And indeed it's good for my attitude."

Nour concluded: "Be meek. Obey our Master. Be respectful to Fatima and to me, be fair to the servants. Accept His discipline."

Dounia nodded.

Discipline continued. Despite Nour's advice, Dounia had a movement of anger a couple days later. She ended across Ruqayya's lap for a humiliating spanking. Then, the next evening, she ended on her bed, on her back, legs pinned to her breasts by Ruqayya, while her husband, grabbing her hips, plunged his penis into her bottom.

Dounia's behaviour was however changing. She was slowly returning to the helpful young lady that she had been before marriage, but of course differently - now has a responsible wife, rather than a servant. It took one more slippering, and something like two reamings per week for one month, until she completely submitted.

Not only had she learn to submit mentally, but she had also learned to relax and accept her husband's penis in her derrière. One evening, she thanked her husband in advance for the care he took of her. She politely dismissed Ruqayya after the maid had greased her bottom, stating that she would take care of her husband herself. She knelt in front of him and took his penis into her mouth, then applied the grease to his penis. She then laid on her tummy and asked respectfully if she could rub herself during the act. He accepted. Her hand went under her body. This time, she even kind of liked the discipline. She finished herself with her hand after her husband was gone.

Dounia was now "broken in". Her husband resumed normal marital relations. Soon she became pregnant…

Fatima smiled, as she cuddled with the Sultan. Despite she was over 50 and menopausal, her husband made a point of treating her like a wife at least twice a week. A good licking and a good time spent legs spread, her husband pounding her, had left her content. She could feel the semen oozing out of her opening.

"So Dounia has learned the virtues of good marriage?" she asked. "Oh yes, don't we now enjoy peace in the harem?"