From: Duchin
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Rear Window
Date: 4 Feb 1995 22:19:11 -0500


                REAR WINDOW


Brian positioned the binoculars on the ledge of
his bedroom window.  He scanned the windows
of the three story apartment building across the
parking lot from his building.  He almost did not
need the powerful lenses, the buildings were so
close.

Brian focused in on the window of the new
family that moved in earlier in the month.  He had
seen Mrs. Jerrod twice before, changing in her
bedroom, stepping into the bathroom for her
shower, then emerging stark naked to dry off and 
re apply her make up.  The window shade was
always half way up.

One hand had already slid beneath the waistband
of his sweat pants in anticipation of the "show"
that almost always took place at 5:00 pm,  just
after Mrs. Jerrod returned home from work.  He
never saw a Mr. Jerrod.

Almost 15 minutes went by, and no one had come
into the room.  Brian scanned the parking lot and
sighed in disappointment when he saw that Mrs.
Jerrod's car was not in her designated parking
place.

He brought the glasses back to their bedroom
window and his heart leapt with excitement as
he saw Tracy, Mrs. Jerrord's daughter sitting at
her mothers vanity table brushing her hair.

Tracy was in his 3rd year English class, and one
of the prettiest girls in the mammoth 2400 student
public high school.  Brian sharpened the focusing
ring and watched her intently.

He thought he had died and went to heaven when
Tracy rose from the vanity bench, stripped off
her tank top and slid out of her jeans.  Clad in
white bra and panties, she turned this way and 
that, admiring different profiles of herself in the
large vanity mirror.

Her breasts and hips had the fullness of the young
woman she was.  Dark brown shoulder length hair
contrasted with milky white skin.  Brian choked
with excitement when she turned her back to the
mirror and looking over her shoulder pulled
her panties deep into her anal devide to admire
the mature cheeks of her bottom.

Brian held the binoculars as steady as he could
while slowing and deliberately stroking his raging
erection.

To his complete amazement, Tracy now slipped
off the bra and panties, let them drop on the floor,
and then disappeared into the bathroom.  He only
saw her nude for a few seconds and now had to
wait while she showered.  He could not see into
the bathroom from his angle of vision.

Brian waited, eyes locked on the window, slowly
stroking and playing with himself, and trying to
hold back his climax until Tracy emerged from
the bathroom.

Some ten minutes later she did.  Tracy was 
wrapped in a large navy blue towel.  Tucked in
on one side, it looked like she was wearing a
strapless ultra short mini dress.

She sat at the vanity table and started to blow dry
her hair.  Brian stroked harder as he saw the towel
slip a little, exposing half of Tracy's bare breasts.
Full round globes that he had admired before
under her white blouse as they rode the school
bus together.

Tracy set the hair dryer down and picked a bottle
of her mother's perfume.  She unscrewed the top
and started to dab the fragrance with her finger
tips under her ears, neck and wrists.  Brian
jumped as she started to rub the perfume between
her breasts and the towel fell completely to her
waist.

She tried to catch the towel and in the process
knocked over the perfume bottle.   Looking through
the high power lenses, Brian could see the liquid
pouring out all over the glass topped table.

Tracy jumped up and using the towel she had
wrapped around her, tried to soak up the wet mess.

She was standing now and stark naked.  What was
even better was that she was bending over, her
bare bottom protruding, and her breasts hanging
and swaying with each desperate movement of
trying to clean up the mess.  She was lifting the
combs, brushes, kleenex, and all the beauty
paraphernalia and using the towel to absorb the
liquid.

Just then, Mrs. Jerrod walked in.  Brian could not
hear what was being said.  He did not have to.
Mrs. Jerrod was really pissed.  She had thrown
her purse down and was shaking her finger at
Tracy.  Tracy was up against the wall, holding
the towels with two hands up against her chin,
while her mother stood just inches in front of her.

Mrs. Jerrod's mouth never stopped moving and
Brian could actually see them veined cords 
in her neck bulging with rage.

Brian could not believe what happened next!

Mrs. Jerrod sat down on the vanity bench and
with one strong motion pulled Tracy over her
lap. She tossed the towel on the floor and picked
up a hair brush.

Brian was mesmerized as he watched Mrs. Jerrod
wield the brush and smack Tracy's bare bottom.
He could see the nude Tracy kicking and screaming 
as the brush bounced off her fleshy bottom time 
and time again.  Brian used the zoom feature on the
binoculars to zero in on Tracy's bottom.  He
had to hold the glasses very steady as the field of
vision was decreased, but was rewarded with
several heart pulsing glimpses of the full fleece
covering her sex as she kicked her legs wildly.

Brian zoomed out again to take in the entire
picture of the erotic silent movie taking place
live, before his eyes.  His eyes remained glued
in place as he felt the shudders of climax race
through him.  He ejaculated with pulses of 
pleasure as  he watched Mrs. Jerrod finish with
the chastisement and pull Tracy from her lap.

The finger started shaking its way toward Tracy
again, as the girl sobbed and rubbed her blazing
fanny.  In his haste to zoom in on the frontal
pubic patch, Brian dropped the glasses.

He quickly retrieved them, and hastened back
to his vantage perch, bolting and standing right
up against the window.

Brian quickly pulled the glasses down and jumped
back from the window.  What he saw was Mrs.
Jerrord up against her own window, the shade
fully raised, and shaking her finger at him!  She
had seen him peeking!

His temples pounded and his heart raced at the
the thought and consequences of his actions. 
Alone in the apartment, he huddled in the corner
of his room.

A half hour later, the front door bell buzzed.

Brian pressed the intercom button.  "Who is it?"
he inquired from the third floor to the secured
lobby.

"It's Tracy from across the way," the voice
cracked through the tiny speaker.

"What....what do you want?" Brian nervously
asked.

"My mom says your to come over to our place.
Right now." Tracy replied, "she said she wants
to talk with you and you better come over or
she will just have to talk to your parents,
or maybe even the police."

Brian hesitated.  Totally terrified and trying to
think of some excuse. Some way out. There was none.

"Ok,...........I'll....I'll be right down," 
he stuttered.

Red faced he met Tracy in the lobby.  Neither
spoke as he followed her to her apartment.

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