Voyeurism Stories

Angela went to her room to get ready. Newly-pressed grey skirt, clean regulation white knickers, long white socks, light blue blouse. She stripped off, went to the washbasin and soaped her crack, making sure it was all spotless. There was nothing worse than having people stare at a dirty bottom. Especially when they were about to punish it. And with a heavy heart she headed for the school offices, sitting on the bench outside with a nauseous, sinking feeling in her stomach.

I had little choice but to volunteer to host a Friday night poker game. My wife, Pam, really got into being the hostess and I had to be a good sport about it.
Caution: This story contains scenes that NO self respecting husband would do. Check the story codes and if that turns you off; DON'T READ IT.