Story 1 - Dave

 

Dave moved into his new flat and settled in. The first thing he did once he had unpacked, was get his telescope out to view the night sky, it was a hobby of his, as he put his eye to it he moved it sideways and stopped. He adjusted the focus, and was amazed at the sight before him, as this nubile and very attractive woman, began to disrobe.

Dave settled down to watch as she removed her blouse, and then her skirt, she kicked her shoes off, and then sat down to undo her stockings and roll them down her legs. Dave felt his dick reacting to the sight before him as he focused on her well-developed breasts, still trapped in her bra.

She removed the suspender belt, and then walked out of the bedroom and then returned, she now removed her bra, and rubbed her breasts after being constricted, by the bra all day. Dave wished it was his hands that were fondling her breasts, and eased the growing erection in his pants.

Dave decided that she was a voyeur, because she removed her panties, and only when she was totally naked, did she move to the curtains totally naked, and reach up and out to draw the curtains, ending his view.

Dave moved the telescope slowly only to see closed curtains at every window, but in the shadows he watched as a couple kissed and cuddled, as two shadows outlined against the curtain he watched as a hand went to a breast, and began to fondle it, but they were hugging each other too close for him to really see anything, even as a shadow. On he went to a middle aged couple, the woman was big, very big, and stood over her husband, and she was having a right do at him. Her finger was pointing at him and she was wagging it, while he just sat there shrinking from her onslaught.

Dave smiled, and carried on covering the whole of the vista before him, but the woman was the only really interesting sight, and she had closed the curtains.

Feeling randy, he changed and went out, in search of a woman to relieve his desires.

He entered his local pub, and ordered a beer, but there were just the usual locals, mainly elderly men supping pints, and there were no women for him to chat up, he drank up, and made for the door, he opened it and walked straight into the woman from the window, entering.

"S-sorry, love," he said, and stepped to one side as she also apologised.

"Can I buy you a drink, to apologise?" he asked her.

"I don't know. Can you?" she asked with a smile.

"What are you drinking?" he asked.

"Currently nothing," she said, being awkward.

"What would you like to drink, then?" Dave asked, smiling back at her, as she teased him.

"If there is a question as to whether or not you can afford it, then what can you afford, to buy me?" she asked, still teasing him.

"You look like a Martini girl, rich and full bodied," he said, flattering her.

"Then I shall have a Martini, thank you," she replied.

They had the drink, and Dave made to leave, "I also bumped into you, so what would like to drink, another pint?" she asked him.

"That would be very nice, thank you," he said.

This was going very well, they were talking, and she was not averse to him.

"What do you do for a living, if I may ask?" he asked her.

"You did, so why ask if you can, rather silly don't you think? As you may have noticed I teach naughty little boys how to behave. Are you a naughty little boy?" she asked him.

"M-me, oh, no. So you are a teacher?" he asked.

"You could say that, but I do not work in a school," she said.

This was getting weird, she taught naughty little boys how to behave, but she didn't work in a school? Where did she work then?

"You teach boys, I presume elocution lessons, but not in a school, so you do it privately, at home?" Dave asked.

"That would be telling, wouldn't it? I did say naughty, little boy's manners, especially nosey little boys. What do you do, for a living?" she asked.

"I am at college, I was a late starter in life, and only decided on the career I wanted, last year. I am studying micro biology," Dave told her.

"Very interesting, for that you will use a microscope, won't you, not a telescope?" she asked.

"Y-yes, why?" Dave asked.

"Put the telescope in front of the light, and that way the light will not reflect off the lens when you spy into a ladies bedroom. Did you enjoy the view, I allowed you?" she asked him.

"W-w, sorry, I didn't mean to spy. You have a very nice body," Dave said nervously, unsure how to answer her.

"I do realise that, and allowed you to look, but as I said, I teach naughty little boys manners, and require you to attend a lesson. Shall we say six o'clock, tomorrow night?" she said calmly, with a smile.

"I-I don't know if I can, I mean I may have plans," Dave said awkwardly, trying to get out of this situation.

"Being a peeping Tom, is illegal. Now what do you think I should do about it? Should I go to the police, or invite the voyeur around for a lesson in manners?" she asked him.

"I-I will be there as you suggested, it was an accident. I-I didn't mean to spy on you, but you looked so beautiful," Dave said awkwardly.

"So beautiful and sexy. That was what you meant to say, wasn't it?" she asked him.

"Y-yes, beautiful and sexy," Dave agreed, still nervous, he knew it was illegal to spy on people.

"Now go home and go to bed, a little right hand exercise will cure the urge you have, before it gets out of control. I would hate not to see you tomorrow night that would mean that you would prefer me to go to the police," she said with a smile, with meaning, and stroking his cheek, as she spoke.

Dave finished his drink and left, he was sure he heard her laughing, as he left her.

Dave enrolled at the college for the first stage in his education to become a micro biologist, poorly educated, he would need some GCSE's to get into University, so that he could study for his chosen career.

He went home after wandering around the town centre, killing the afternoon then after his evening meal he brought himself up to his full height, and walked around to the woman's house. It was as he knocked on her door that he realised he hadn't even asked her name.

The door opened and she stood there smiling at him, a cheeky grin on her face, and she stepped to one side, allowing him entry.

"You are late. I said six o'clock, and it is five past. Do you have any manners, at all?" she asked, closing the door.

"S-sorry, I came, ok a little late, but not a lot, five minutes is neither here or there, is it?" Dave asked, standing up for himself.

"You forgot, in my world manners matter, and to be one minute late is bad manners, when you have an appointment. You should always be a minute early, never late. To the end of the hall way, turn left and go down into my cellar, and wait for me in the corridor," she said, and he heard her going up the stairs.

Dave did as told at the bottom of the stairs there was a short corridor with three doors leading off it, they were all closed so he stood in the middle.

When she arrived she had changed into a short, black leather skirt, black fishnet stockings, and thigh length boots and a white blouse. She had put her jet black hair up in a bun, school mistress style. She had also redone her make-up, making it more severe, deep red lipstick, and a darker eye shadow.

"I hope to teach you manners, but the amount of lessons will be dictated by the lack of knowledge. Once in my class room you will strip. Remember, you lay down wanking as you watched me strip, so lesson one, what you do, the victim has the right to do to you, so do not peep. You may enter the classroom," she said indicating the end door, which Dave opened the door, he half entered and stopped.

It was nothing like any school room he had ever seen, centrally stood a box like a vaulting horse, from the ceiling hung a trapeze swing and chains, there was a large cross on the far wall with shackle points on it, and a table, again with straps to tie the person down with, stood by the wall on his right, behind him stood a cupboard.

"Where, where shall I sit for the lesson?" Dave asked, bemused by the contents of the room.

"Silly boy, you don't sit, you kneel, or prostrate yourself before me. The only other position is bent over the box in readiness for punishment, which I think is where we should start. I did tell you to strip once you entered, are you hard of hearing, as well as, bad mannered?" she asked harshly, gone the sweet lady of last night, now she was the school ma'am, strict, and domineering, "You can always leave, and I will call the police," she added.

Reluctantly Dave did as told, and stripped off, standing before her covering his genitals with his hands.

"Hum, not what I had hoped for. A bit skinny now you are naked, and is it that big that it takes two hands to hide it, from me? I want to see everything, just as you did, last night.

I admit to a lot of luck when I tried to follow you, it was the first pub I entered in the hopes of meeting you. I admit that I was prepared to visit several, if I needed to. You see I know that I have an appealing body, and I am not shy, so it appealed to me to know that you were watching me. Otherwise I would have closed the curtains earlier. Now I want to look at you, so clasp your hands behind your back," she told him, Dave was reluctant, but she had a point, he had spent some time viewing her, and her nakedness, and did as told.

"L-look missus, you have had your fun at my expense, I think I will go now," Dave said, and made a move for his clothes.

"Oh no you won't. I have just evened things up, now I will begin the lesson," she said, and rang the bell she held.

"Shall we go into the class room, it is over there? The teacher stands at the front, and the pupil leans over the box, where they are shackled to it. The pupil accepts their position, graciously, it is less painful that way," she said, and walked off.

Dave felt trapped. What would she do if he left? Go to the police. How could she now, seeing as she had made him strip? Then again she hadn't really, had she? She just told him to, and he did, to coheres, would be the only description for what had happened. Yes, but he could have refused, she had him, so he did as told, but reluctantly.

"Lesson one, when it is alright to spy on a lady as she undresses?" she asked him, "I think we need to remove the wax from your ears," she added, and went behind him, she rested the cane on his arse and hit him six times with it, to his protestations.

"Lesson one, when is it alright to watch a lady undressing?" she asked again, "I asked a question. Ok, when is it alright to ignore the teacher?" she asked, Dave stayed silent.

She went behind him again, and gave him another six strokes.

"Lesson one, on Earth there are males and females, the male tends to be the more stupid, because the female is much brighter, and comprehends when they are being asked a question, and offers up, an answer. It may be wrong, but they at least attempt the answer. Because the male keeps their brains in their backsides, it may be necessary to awaken them with twelve or more strokes, of the cane.

Now pupil Dave, have I managed to awaken your brains, or not? Please tell me, so that I can adjust the situation, with more strokes, if necessary?" she asked him.

"Yes, yes, yes, my brains are awake. What the fuck is going on?" Dave asked angrily.

"I teach naughty little boys manners. I saw a naughty little boy watching me strip unashamedly, and I am now educating them. Now if we have put the brain into gear and aligned all the cognitive cogs, we will begin.

Lesson two, when is it alright to stare at a lady when she is undressing?" she asked again.

"N-never," Dave said unsure.

"Very good, now do you see the difference once we have engaged the brain, the skin surrounding the male brain doesn't hurt? The correct answer is, when permitted to, but at no other time, even if it is, by accident.

When is it permissible to ignore a person who has asked a legitimate question?" she asked calmly.

"N-never," Dave said.

"Very good, see how quickly you learn under my tuition, which just leaves the punishment for failing on both counts, doesn't it?" she asked him.

"W-w-what, y-you mean y-you are going to use that thing on me again! No, no, no, you don't. That is assault," Dave said, fearing her cane.

"What would you rather me do? You see I had a friend staying with me last night, so I do have a witness, and a photo of you. Really if you are going to do that sort of thing you should at least think about it first. No light, then you cannot be seen either, better still, don't do it. Twelve strokes of the cane, six for each offence, unless you would still prefer me to contact, the police?" she asked him.

Dave shook his head. Could she really see him, or not? Was it a bluff? Just so that she could use her cane on him, and she was no wimp, she hurt.

"Dave, again I asked you a question, and yet again you ignored me. Which, if you have been taking notice just added another six strokes to the total. Oh and by the way, I hold these lessons on a weekly basis, to allow the buttocks to heal before the next lesson. Would you like a repeat performance next week? I usually charge one hundred and fifty pounds for each lesson, but for you I am giving it free of charge. Now Dave, what is it to be? The police, or eighteen strokes of the cane?" she asked Dave, resting the cane on his backside.

"I-I do I have to answer, I mean choose?" Dave asked meekly.

"Yes, you do, you see by asking me to give you the cane, it can never be assault, can it? You will say, 'Mistress, I have been very naughty, and require you to give me eighteen strokes of the cane on my buttocks,' then I will administer the punishment, and we will have a little chat to see if any further lessons are required, won't we?" she asked him.

"Yes, I suppose so, M-mistress, do I really have to? I mean ask?" Dave questioned her.

"Let me put it like this, you ask for eighteen, and I will give you the eighteen, if you do not, then it will add six for every time you delay asking me. That one was for free, as a warning, do it again, and you will get twenty four strokes, now do as told," she said, more aggressively.

"M-mistress, I have been a naughty boy, and want you to give me eighteen strokes of the cane," he said.

"For you, I would be delighted," she said, and rested the cane on his buttocks.