It was a habit. Ever since he was little, Graham had a habit of peeking. He used to peek when his parents had company. Graham would sit on the top of the stairs and watch the grown ups sipping drinks with olives and cherries. They would laugh louder than usual and munch on little bits of food that they ate with a toothpick instead of a fork. Graham liked to look at the ladies wearing fancy outfits. He knew most of them, but usually saw them dressed in loose cotton dresses or baggy pants. On these ‘company’ nights the ladies wore clothes that hugged their bodies and often accentuated their bosoms and bottoms. Those outfits were the things that Graham thought about when he was alone in the dark.

Graham found it exciting to be an invisible ‘fly on the wall’ and see things he wasn’t supposed to see. As Graham got older he expanded his repertoire. Peeping and arousal seemed to be closely related. Sure he liked ‘girlie’ magazines as much as the next guy. But he also realized it was far more exciting to see a female in an uncompromising position without her knowledge.

Graham learned many ways to satisfy his deep sexual feelings. He was a frequent intruder into public women’s rooms in airports and big municipal buildings. These toilets were generally more anonymous. It was easy to claim that he ‘made a mistake’. The public restroom situation served him well until the world became paranoid. One day Graham was pulled aside by security guards. It seems that hidden cameras had recorded his ‘mistakes’ on more than one occasion. Graham was given a warning that he heeded. It was time to go on to more daring but less risky ventures.

Peeping into windows is pretty clichéd. That’s what Graham thought until he actually started to be a ‘proverbial peeping tom’. He found it to be amazing that a large number of women really didn’t pay any attention to closing their windows when dressing. Graham found that suburban neighborhoods were the most satisfying. He concluded that women felt safer in their secluded remote kind of homes. Graham learned many tricks of the trade. He learned how to hide in bushes, climb up a tree and walk without breaking any tree sticks under his feet.

At age 34, Graham had it all. He was a good looking, successful salesman and dated many beautiful women. He had a rich, satisfying sex life with girlfriends who aimed to please. The downtown area was filled with strip clubs, which Graham frequented after work. The strippers were able to give him the tease that he liked. Yet, nothing, absolutely nothing did it for Graham like the thrill of peeping into a woman’s window. To date, Graham watched all kinds of women dress, undress, emerge from the shower and even sit on the toilet. Ironically most of these women weren’t half as stunning as his dates or the dancers but the idea of seeing a woman doing something ‘private’ was the most arousing for Graham.

On this particular evening, Graham decided to take a long drive and venture out of his standard haunts. He drove an hour and a half out of the city into more rural territory. The houses were further apart and definitely more secluded. It was a crisp autumn night and Graham was in the mood for some adventure. Graham spotted an old white frame house that sat on top of a hill. There were three stories and a tree that conveniently gave good coverage and a view of beautiful living room area complete with a fireplace. Though Graham knew that this area would probably not be conducive to much action, he decided to climb the tree and see what he could see. Lo and behold Graham got way more than he ever could imagine. The sight he saw was enough to make his eyeballs literally pop out of his head.

There in the living area was a woman about 45 dressed in a tight black skirt, starched white blouse and black seamed stockings. She was leaning against the fireplace mantel and a naked gentleman was kissing her shapely behind. Graham thought he must be hallucinating but the more he watched, the crazier it got. The woman reached around and tugged the naked man’s face into her buttock region. She then turned around and pointed one finger at his face and held her other hand around her hip. She looked like a mother scolding a naughty boy yet both of these people were definably in there 40’s.

This site was way intense for Graham. He decided to leave quietly but come back the next night. He knew he had ‘hit’ on something amazing. The next night Graham was prepared. He wore dark clothing so he would definitely not be seen and carried his most expensive pair of binoculars. Graham had a feeling that he had found ‘the ultimate’ in entertainment.

Graham climbed the tree. Sure enough, there she was. This time she wore a seersucker business suit, with dark beige stockings and black leather pumps with ultra big heels. Her long black hair was pinned into a tight French knot. She looked like a stylish dame in a 1940’s spy movie. Once again there was man with her in the living room. This time the lady was sitting in front of the fireplace on a straight-backed chair with her long shapely legs clasped tightly together. The man standing next to her was dressed in t-shirt and jeans but it looked like he was unbuckling his belt.

Graham stared in disbelief as the young man placed himself over the stylish woman’s lap bottom up. What happened next was even more astonishing as the lady began to smack his bottom with her hand. An adult woman giving an adult man a spanking! Unbelievable. The sight was completely foreign but strangely exciting to Graham. The sight of the spanking immediately caused him to get an erection. The hard-on felt like all his bodily fluids flowed into his groin area and made his dick thick and ready to burst. This site was even more exciting than the time he saw a pretty young girl fart loudly (if only she knew at the time she wasn’t alone). But a spanking! A spanking given by that amazingly prim but proper young woman, for some reason that caused Graham to explode with passion.

Graham almost fell out of the tree. Good thing he had the wherewithal to bring plenty of tissues. He quickly wiped himself, quietly pulled up his zipper and leaped into his car. Who was this woman and why would she be spanking a grown man?

Sometimes it’s best not to question good fortune. That was Graham’s philosophy and the reason he returned to the woman’s house night after night. She didn’t always have a guest. Sometimes she merely relaxed by the fireplace and sipped a glass of wine. Even when alone, she was impeccably beautiful. She’d wear loose silky chemises that accentuated her shapely behind and pert breasts. Graham would almost always get to see some hint of panties when she’d bend over to put another log on the fire. Watching her night after night was driving him crazy. Graham began to have many thoughts about this unique lady. He wanted to get closer. He wanted to see more upfront. He wondered about sneaking into the house. Breaking and entering was a step that Graham had never taken. He wasn’t a criminal. But the more he watched. The more he saw, the more Graham decided he wanted to enter the house.

Graham had a vacation week that was owed to him. He decided to take this week and trail the woman. Graham perfected the art of being quiet and sneaking. He knew had to be extremely quiet even in broad daylight. Graham watched the woman inessential each day from morning till night. Turns out this lady had a pretty basic and easy routine. It would be a piece of cake to break into her tidy but very old country house.

Every day at 6 PM, she went out for a jog. She’d put on a pair of snug fitting warm ups and a workout bra. She would bend over and stretch on her front porch for five minutes. Graham loved watching how the tight pants hugged her trim slightly rounded bottom. This was an extra treat! Then she’d walk quickly with two three-pound weights in her hand. She’d generally go on the country road, which extended down three miles. The exercise regime generally took 45 minutes. This would be enough time to case out her place and find the best place to hide out so Graham could get a good glimpse of the ‘nightly’ activities.

As luck would have it there was a small hallway between the living area and the kitchen. Inside there was a hall closet in which he could hide. That would work out perfectly. The only snag would be sneaking out without getting caught. Usually she went to bed at 2 AM. She always locked the door. Graham was confident he’d find a way out. He only needed this to work once.

One time and one time only did he want to see her up close. Graham knew that he could not make breaking and entering a habit. Too much would be at stake. Graham watched the house for the next few nights. Of course he needed to pick a night when he was certain there would be action. Finally, one evening at 6 PM Graham got the clue he was looking for. The woman started to tidy up the front living room area. He saw her plump up the pillows and even watched her put a thick wooden hairbrush on the mantle. Surely tonight would be the night! Graham’s heart pounded as he waited to break and enter.

Just as he thought. Breaking in was relatively easy. The woman always left the front door open when she went out to jog. Luckily the house was so remote that no one could see Graham casually enter. Graham took the time to look around the house. The furniture was all antique -dark wood mahogany couches, Victorian love seats, and straight-backed wooden chairs were elegantly arranged by someone who obviously knew how to decorate. Cozy patterned hand stitched rugs covered the hard wood polished floor. That floor could be creaky….Graham noted this before and wore quiet well-cushioned sneakers. Graham took a quick peek into her bedroom. The four-poster bed was covered with a flowered thick fluffy comforter. It was covered with pillows. The night table had a soft fringed lamp and mysteriously enough, a hairbrush. Graham thought about touching her things; especially her lingerie but he decided not to push his luck.

Time passed quickly and it was time to get into the closet. Graham thought about sneaking out and watching her dress but what he really wanted was to see her place a frightened but seemingly willing man over her knee. Time passed slowly and Graham dozed off in the closet. The old fashioned chime of her doorbell awaked him.

Graham indeed picked a special evening to snoop. Instead of a man standing at the door, there was a very pretty, 20 something female standing at the door. The woman shook the young girl’s hand and they resided to the couch. The young girl wore an old-fashioned school style uniform even though she was clearly well over 21. Her pretty round face was framed by shoulder length curly blonde hair. The girl smiled many times but obviously felt nervous. The girl was neither slender nor fat but she was a bit on the ‘voluptuous’ curvy side. The school uniform looked like it may have fit her many years ago. Now her bosoms were pretty much bursting out of the blouse. The skirt was way too short. No one had to really peek to see her plumpish behind adorned in traditional white cotton panties.

Graham couldn’t hear the conversation but again it looked like the woman was scolding the younger girl. However the interaction looked different from what he had observed previously. The woman petted and stroked the girl’s hair and then held her against her breasts. The women hugged a lot but after a few minutes it was time. The woman remained sitting on the couch as she guided the younger lady over her lap. Graham found this sight even more thrilling than watching her with a man. Graham was transfixed as the woman pulled up the girl’s skirt and exposed her panty clad behind. Her bottom was definitely full and meaty. The woman raised up her arm and it landed briskly on the girl’s ample bottom. The hard spank made her butt shake like jelly.

Now the spanking happened in earnest. Graham watched as the girl kicked and moaned but she was very obviously enjoying it. He even observed her grinding herself into the woman’s knee. Obviously she was masturbating during the spanking. Graham couldn’t help but put his own hand down his pants. He was amazed that his penis was breaking a new record in the erection department.

Watching the assertive woman spank the voluptuous female was the epitome of everything he had ever seen. This was the ultimate sexual high. Graham didn’t even know why he was so sexually stirred up but clearly his rock hard dick didn’t lie. The harder the woman spanked the more furious Graham rubbed his dick. He lost track of everything as he transfixed on the spanking. The woman took down the female’s panties and Graham could see her fleshy area colored rosy red. The woman began to spank her younger charge in earnest. The girl bucked and wiggled over her spanker’s knee. Graham lost track of where he was and the fact that he should be hiding. Without warning Graham shot his load and uttered the sound of a loud, very satisfied moan. Really loud. Worse he kicked this legs and the closet door flew open. There was Graham with his pants down, dick in his hand and thick white cum all over his belly. Graham wished he could have passed out as the two women ran to the closet.

Graham felt a sense of fear as powerful as the erotic feelings he had just experienced. His mind raced as he imagined the shame of being exposed. It would be so humiliating to explain to the police (who surely would be called) about his exploits, and the subsequent exposure of his lifestyle that would be inevitable after an investigation. A crime like this was something the media would love and inevitably there would be a leak. Graham’s fear led him to the dark place of regret and shame. How could he have taken such a stupid risk? All this just to watch two gorgeous women involved in some kind of unusual sexual play? And what was it about watching the spanking that had gotten him all fired up? Perhaps he needed a spanking for real himself…..but Graham knew in his heart of hearts he’d soon be shut in another small area but this time the show wouldn’t be entertaining and he wouldn’t be there on his own volition. Graham was in a state of total panic and remorse when his racing thoughts were interrupted by a smooth sensually husky female voice,

“So, look who’s in the closet! I see you’ve been enjoying yourself. My name is Dianne. I’d shake your hand but you look a little messy.”

My name is Abbey! the younger girl cheerfully introducing herself.

Graham didn’t know what to say. The women didn’t seem put off, frightened or even that surprised. They introduced themselves as casually as if they were greeting a door- to -door traveling salesman. The old style house made him think they might even invite him in for a cup of tea. No, Graham reminded himself not to get too relaxed of feel off guard. He had committed a crime. Just because the ladies didn’t appear frightened or angry didn’t mean they wouldn’t soon be calling the authorities. Graham tried to think of something to say; anything to excuse himself but just as he was about to open his mouth, Dianne took control. Dianne apparently had plenty to say and she knew what to do.

“Young man, do you always barge into ladies’ homes, hide in their closets and yank at your wiener? You might think I’d want to call the police but actually I don’t like to have the authorities come into my establishment. Besides, I think Abbey and I would have more fun taking care of you ourselves. Isn’t that right, Abbey?”

“Yes, Miss. I’d like to help you with the intruder….as long as you still continue to spank me. My bottom hasn’t nearly had enough!”

Graham thought he’d be calmer but something in his groin area began to stir when he heard the young girl talk about spanking. Would he be allowed to watch????

“Abbey, I could spank you from now until the end of time and your sweet bottom would never have enough spankings but right now we have a situation that needs our attention. Go get a damp cloth and towel so our intruder can mop up.”

Abbey hurried off and returned very quickly. Graham gratefully took the clothes, cleaned up but it was impossible to hide the fact that his over-active penis was still determined to grow. Graham took the opportunity to introduce himself to his two captors who were pointing and giggling at his erection.

“Sorry ladies. I can’t help what my penis does in the presence of such gorgeous women. My name is Graham and I thank you for welcoming me into your home!”

Confidence and humor. That’s what always worked for Graham when it came to the ladies. Hopefully he’d endear himself to these two and then maybe, maybe he’d get to stay and watch Abbey’s hot spanking.

Dianne was unmoved by Graham’s false sense of bravado. She quickly established that she was the one in charge.

“Graham, you were not welcomed in my house. You broke in and entered. I devote my life to spanking adult men and women who feel they need long over-due correction. Judging by the load you spilt all over your tummy and the fact that you have been fascinated by the spankings you’ve witnessed, I’m assuming you probably need some long over-due correction yourself. Most people who come to see me are already in touch with their need for a spanking. I think you stumbled on this by chance but you have now connected with that need. I can see from the way you are dressed, the watch you’re wearing and the way you speak that you are not a low-life or a criminal. I can tell that you are just a misguided young man who has gotten away with too much when he was younger. Am I correct?"

Something about Dianne’s demeanor really cut Graham down to size. All of a sudden he flashed back to all those times he ‘spied’ on his parents. He realized that even way back then he had thought about one lady in particular, named Rose. She was the one who always wore tight clothing and showed off her cleavage. All of a sudden Graham got in touch with a suppressed memory. He realized that as a boy he would touch himself and think of Rose catching him looking at her. Up until now, Graham assumed that the fantasy ended when Rose caught him. Now he realized that was not the case. Way back repressed in his subconscious mind, Graham imagined being spanked by Rose. In fact that was the end of all these fantasies associated with peeping.

Deep down Graham would get aroused by spying on beautiful women, being caught and then being punished over his knee. The memory was so hidden that it was like one of those intense dreams that you can’t remember five minutes after you wake up. Nevertheless the feeling is powerful. Watching Dianne brought these repressed feelings to the forefront. Ironically, Graham always had a desire to be spanked. Spanked over the knee just the way he had watched Dianne spank numerous men and now voluptuous Abbey. The revelation and suppressed memory jolted Graham so hard that he thought he would faint. Finally, he understood why he was so turned on by watching these spankings. Apparently his dick wasn’t so cerebral as it didn’t need to understand a reason. Naturally, Graham sported another surprisingly huge erection.

Graham realized Dianne was addressing him. He had faded for a few seconds but it felt like days. The girls watched him get dressed and saw his huge hard-on. They giggled.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. Yes you are correct. I’ve always gotten away with doing whatever I wanted.” Graham pointed to his erection. “I’m sorry about this too. Please let me get dressed and I won’t ever bother you again.” Graham started to put on his sweat pants but Dianne smacked his hand away as he was tying the drawstring.

“Graham, I won’t call the police but I’m not going to let you get away with this. You know what you deserve and you’re going to get it now. Abbey was in the middle of getting a spanking and you were watching her punishment and playing with yourself. That behavior is unacceptable and calls for a spanking of your own.

Abbey, since your privacy was infringed on, I want you to sit and watch as put Graham over my knee. He’s going to get the first spanking of his entire life. That means it’s going to have to be memorable so he remembers what he’ll get in the future if he ever misbehaves again.

After I’m finished with Graham’s spanking, yours will continue, Abbey but this time it’s going to be way more embarrassing.

Now both of you come into the living room. She beckoned Abbey to the chair and told Graham to kneel at the couch. Dianne opened up a cabinet filled with hairbrushes, paddles and straps. She selected a small oval wooden paddle and a thick wooden hairbrush.

Graham’s joy at learning that he would be watching Abbey get a spanking turned to fear as he realized he was about to experience a painful ordeal.

“Graham, pull down your sweats and lay across my lap”

Graham did as he was told. He felt strangely comfortable over Dianne’s milky thighs. He was pleased to note that she was wearing old-fashioned stockings and got turned on as he saw a garter peak underneath her short skirt.

SMACK!!

The reality of Dianne’s hand making contact with his underpants brought him to reality. At first he was aware of Abbey watching. He thought he saw her sneak her hands down her panties but he wasn’t sure. Soon his focus changed. The spanking began in earnest and Graham’s attention turned towards the smacking sensation raining down on his bottom. It didn’t really hurt at first but the accumulation of the spanking began to take its toll after about 10 minutes of non-stop spanking on his underpants.

Graham thought his spanking was over but in reality, it had just begun. Dianne yanked down his underpants and he felt the cool area on his exposed behind. The coolness reminded him how heated and hot his buttock region actually was.

Dianne wasted no time in spanking some more. She had a rhythmic beat and delivered a stingy smack. The reality of feeling a spanking was certainly way different than watching one. Graham was aware that his hard on was ‘spanked away’. He wasn’t enjoying the spanking at the moment but he knew he’d be turned on by the memory of it for many weeks to come. Apparently, Dianne could tell that his mind was wandering because he suddenly felt a very hard thuddy smack. Graham realized this was the paddle. The wooden paddle felt very different from the hand. There was nothing pleasant about this. Graham started to kick his legs and squirm. This only made Dianne spank harder.

“You will take your spanking, young man. This is for your own good and this is what you deserve. Don’t try and move off my lap or your paddle spanking will get even more severe!”

Dianne spanked with determination. It went on and on. Soon Graham felt an emotional connection. He knew that he really did deserve this spanking and somewhere he felt that he did indeed deserve to be punished. He let his body go and relaxed himself more over Dianne’s strong knee. When she picked up the brush, Graham felt a lump in his throat. Somewhere from some deep, dark place way down in his gut, Graham heard himself say,

“Please use that hairbrush on my bare, Miss. I know I deserve this. I am ashamed of my behavior and I deserve to be punished.”

It seemed like those were the words Dianne was waiting to hear. She took the brush and spanked again on again on Graham’s naked upturned behind. After a time, Graham got lost in the punishment. Finally he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He sank down hard on Dianne’s knee and felt like he truly had enough. Tears spontaneously fell down his cheek. Once one tear fell another followed. Soon Graham found himself sobbing without any sense of shame or embarrassment. He just felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The spanking was truly cathartic.

Dianne had him get up and sit next to her on the couch. She hugged and smoothed her hands through Graham’s rumpled hair.

“There, there, Graham. You’ve taken your spanking well. You learned your lesson. Now all is forgiven….Abbey go get some of lotion. It’s your job to rub the cream and soothe Graham’s well spanked bottom”

The pain immediately turned into pleasure as Graham felt the cool lotion against his hot skin. Abbey’s hands felt really good rubbing his tender bottom. Graham felt loved and cared for in a way that he had never experienced. Both ladies hugged him endlessly and praised him for taking such a good spanking.

Dianne poured everyone a taste of finely aged brandy. The hot liquid went well with the hot atmosphere of pleasure and pain. It seemed like the night would be over but Dianne didn’t forget that Abbey still needed to be punished. Graham earned the right to watch. This time he didn’t need to watch in secret as he was given a front row seat.

Abbey enjoyed being spanked and practically threw herself over Dianne’s waiting knee. Since she had all ready been warmed up, Dianne took down her panties and began applying the brush right away. The brush really bites even for someone who likes to be spanked as much as Abbey. Dianne constantly reminded her to behave like a lady.

“I want you to remember to have some self respect. You are not to go around sleeping with every man in sight.”

“Yes, Ma’am. I’ll try and remember. Just as long as you spank me when I’m naughty.”

“Abbey, I think you enjoy my spankings way too much. I think you might need a man’s touch for now. I’m going to let Graham take a turn at you over his knee. Maybe you’ll remember to behave more properly with men.”

It’s true that most of the time Graham thought about getting a spanking but it was a fact that sometimes he thought about giving one too. What could be better than seeing a beautiful bottom up close and personal? What could be sexier than having the ability to touch it, smack it, watch it giggle and turn it red.

Graham couldn’t believe his good fortune as he beckoned Abbey over his lap.

Graham was a large guy and Abbey was petite. She hung over his knee as he sat tall on the straight-backed chair. It was ironic that his bottom was still smarting from his own spanking as he lifted his hand to spank the voluptuous young lady upturned bottom over his knee. Graham liked the fact that Abbey liked to be spanked. He knew he wasn’t really hurting her. Rather he was giving her pleasure in a positive way. He wasn’t violating or taking advantage of her ‘over-sexed’ nature. Instead he was giving her something that she sensually enjoyed (the same way he sensually enjoyed spanking). It was all very safe and sane especially since he was spanking under Dianne’s watchful eye.

Graham used his hand and apparently his manly touch made Abbey jump and pay attention. In no time, her ample bottom became rosy red.

‘Now both of you were naughty separately but you also had lustful thoughts towards each other. When two people misbehave together, they should get punished together.”

Dianne once again went to the cabinet and this time she produced a long rectangular wooden paddle with drilled in holes.

‘This paddle is designed to teach a lesson. It takes only a few swats to drive the lesson home. I want both of you to put your hands flat on the edge of the couch. You are going to be paddled together.’

It was a strange feeling to get paddled with someone. Graham could swear that sometimes he would feel the swat even when it was Abbey’s bottom getting punished. Dianne applied the paddle liberally to each upturned bottom. It felt comforting to be paddle together. Soon Abbey and Graham’s hands touched as they received side-by-side discipline.

After the paddling, the lotion was produced. This time Abbey and Graham applied cream to each other. It was a sensual, sexy experience without any sex or sexual contact. Yet, Graham noted he felt extremely satisfied. He felt blissful and subdued.

Graham, Dianne, and Abbey ended up having a wonderful night together. They lit a fire, drank more brandy and had good conversation. Sometimes the conversations steered towards their mutual love of spanking. They all found it to be a stimulating topic and at times the conversations would lead to more spanking. Dianne was right about Abbey, she could never get spanked enough. And unlike conventional sex, that has an ending the spankings seemed to get hotter and more intense as the night wore on.

Graham never needed to ‘peep’ again after that night. He finally understood a basic need and something very unique about his sexuality. Lucky for him he found it at Dianne’s house. That remote home turned out to be his haven and in a sense his redemption. It would be a place he would return to often and always be welcomed. Graham knew that he could count on a spanking to help calm and keep him focused. Dianne provided a place where he could truly go and take a ‘vacation’ from the stress of day to day living.

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