Diane and the Peeping Tom
By ImP
The peeping tom gets to see much more of Diane than he expected.


It was the long summer vacation and Diane was at her parents house sunbathing. As usual when she sunned herself she 
just wore the most minimal bikini bottoms allowing the sun to tan the rest of her wonderful body. She suffered no 
embarrassment about her near nudity, she was proud of her body and would always go topless on continental beaches. 
And at 5’9” tall coupled with model girl looks she had plenty of admiring glances to boost her ego. But Diane was more 
than just beautiful, along with her colleagues in the university rowing team she was at the peak of physical fitness, rowing 
is a demanding sport requiring strength in arms and legs, and stamina. Diane had all these qualities and more to spare 
and she knew it and as she lazed in the sun she didn’t have a care in the world.

But something, or rather someone was irritating her. It was Raymond, the nextdoor neighbour, who, under the pretext of 
gardening, was snooping on her. He’d been doing it for the past week while he took some holiday to “put the garden into 
shape” while his wife was at work. If he had been open about admiring her body, greeted Diane say, she wouldn’t have 
minded. She might even have invited him over for a drink, after all he was in his mid-thirties and not bad-looking, and she 
sympathised with him for having such a dowdy wife; ‘probably not many fun nights in their home’ she thought. No, it was 
the way he skulked behind the edge, peeking through when he thought that Diane wasn’t watching that annoyed her. She 
decided to resolve the matter. When he was close to the hedge she rose from the sun-lounger and strode swiftly towards 
him. Raymond busied himself pretending that he was doing some weeding.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.

“Who? What? Oh me. Just getting on with some weeding.” Raymond tried to play innocent but his blushes spoke more 
openly than his words.

“Look don’t piss me about you were spying on me weren’t you? You been doing it all week and I’m sick of it.”

Raymond blustered and tried to deny it just serving to increase Diane’s annoyance.

“Come here” she ordered. Raymond was taken about by her demeanour and timidly approached the hedge. “No here!” 
and she reached through the privet, took Raymond by the shirt collar and pulled him right through the hedge. She held 
him so that he was right up against her. Raymond blushed furiously, her near nudity was having a powerful effect on him, 
and despite the fact that he was taller than her it seemed that she towered over him. Raymond then more a rather serious 
miscalculation.

“Let go of me you fucking bitch” he kicked out at her. Diane held him at arms length and looked at him with a mixture of 
pity and disgust.

“You’re going to pay for that you miserable little shit.” And before Raymond could react Diane flung him across the garden 
towards the lounger. He started to get up but Diane was up to him and set him further towards the centre of the garden 
with a sharp kick to the ribs. Raymond slumped to the floor with a groan and Diane stood over him.

“You want a kicking competition let’s see who’s got the stronger kick then.” She delivered another short kick to his 
stomach. “Come on get up and fight like a man. Come on I’m only a girl” Diane taunted him, “surely you aren’t going to let 
yourself get beaten up by a teenage girl.”

Raymond struggled to his feet, “Let’s just call it quits should we.” He pleaded. “I’ll just head off back home.” He started to 
walk past Diane but she stopped him with an outstretched arm.

“Oh no you don’t. First you spy on me, then you call me a fucking bitch, and then you try to kick me. If you think I’m just 
going to call it quits you’ve got another thought coming to you. You’re going to have to be taught a lesson in manners.” As 
she said this last sentence Diane grasped Raymond’s arm and twisted it behind his back before frog-marching him back 
to the centre of the garden.

“Look,” she said, “I’ll show you what a generous person I am. If you can get passed me then I’ll let you go home and 
forget everything. OK. Of course if you fail, well…” She smiled as she said this knowing perfectly well that Raymond had 
no chance whatsoever of getting passed her. Still he did try, but hopelessly. Diane caught him easily swung him over her 
head and down onto the ground in a judo throw. She sat down on his chest looking down at his face and gave it two hard 
slaps. Raymond’s hands came up to protect himself and he attempted to fight back but Diane merely caught his wrists 
and then held them together above him in her left hand.

“Look at that. I can hold both your wrists in my hand and you can’t escape. Think of the damage I could cause to your 
face with my right hand.” She saw the fear in his eyes as she shook a fist in his face. “Now, what should I do to you? 
Should I smash you to a pulp? What do you think?”

Raymond could barely stutter a response as he lay trapped beneath her body, “Please don’t. I’m very sorry. I’ll never 
bother you again. Please let me go.”

“Oh you’re pathetic. Beating up such a pathetic wimp as you would give me no pleasure at all. But I will have some fun, 
and you will be punished. I think that as you’ve seen me nearly naked it’s only fair that I should see you the same way 
don’t you agree?” Without thinking Raymond nodded his head in agreement.

Diane swivelled round on him to face his feet and pulled his T-shirt up to his chest. 

“I wonder how you’re going to explain this to mousy wifey,” she said as she raked her fingernails across his stomach 
leaving eight long red lines. “Let’s see the rest of you.” Raymond made a sharp intake of breath as Diane released his 
belt, unzipped him and pushed his jeans and pants down to his thighs. As his genitals were exposed his cock was getting 
noticeably hard. “Ah. Just as I thought you’re not getting enough at home. And you’re enjoying this, perhaps mousy wifey 
ought to take you in hand.” Diane flicked at his cock; there was a small cry of pain from behind her, but the response of 
Raymond’s cock showed his true feelings.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” Diane stood and picked Raymond up and just tucked him under her arm before 
striding back to her sun-lounger, spanking Raymond’s backside all the while. She sat down on the lounger and pulled 
Raymond across her lap, his cock trapped between her smooth thighs. Then she spanked him. Hard. And she spanked 
him harder. Raymond squirmed and struggled but was easily held down by Diane, and the more he struggled so the more 
his cock rubbed against her thighs and the harder it got. 

When he stopped struggling and took some deep breaths Diane reached down and pulled his trousers and pants right off 
removing his trainers at the same time. She took one of the trainers and used this on his tender arse. After a few heavy 
thwacks, Raymond, who had struggled to keep his composure could do so no longer, he burst into tears and renewed his 
earlier pleading.

“Oh please stop. Please. That’s enough. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

“Of course you will.” Diane replied, “But you’re enjoying this. I can feel how much you’re enjoying this between my thighs.” 
And indeed, despite Raymond’s anguish, his cock hard grown harder and longer. “I think I’ll have a rest now, you can do 
some work.” Diane pushed Raymond to the ground and rolled him onto his back. She removed her bikini pants, and 
Raymond had a brief view of shaven pussy before his sight was obscured by her trim buttocks sitting on his face.

“You know what to do don’t you?” Raymond did. He thrust his tongue out and licked the perfect pussy that was pressed 
against his mouth. Diane ground down on his mouth so that he licked her thoroughly from her pussy to the tight puckered 
hole of her anus.

“Come on lick me harder, lick me until I come.” Diane goaded him with further slaps and scratches to his chest. “I bet 
you’ve never done this to that frigid wife of yours have you?” 

Raymond couldn’t answer of course, his mouth was too occupied in pleasuring Diane but he never so much as hinted at 
cunnilingus to his wife. Diane rode his face until she was satisfied though more from the domination than Raymond’s 
expertise with his tongue. She sat back on the sun-lounger and looked down at Raymond. He was panting heavily from 
his effort, his face red and covered in perspiration and Diane’s juices. He also had a raging hard-on which he moved his 
hands towards tentatively.

“Oh no you don’t.” Diane kicked his hands away. “No masturbating without my permission.” 

She placed he foot on his face and rubbed it all over noting the look of devotion in Raymond’s eyes as his tongue thrust 
out again to lick it. For minutes of spellbound silence Raymond worshipped her feet as a true devotee sucking each long, 
perfectly pedicured toe and sucking the sole from heel to toe, and back again.

Slowly, tantalizingly, Diane stroked her feet along Raymond’s body, down his chest, across his stomach, and down to his 
engorged cock. All the time her eyes never left his; dominating him with her presence. He could hardly bare to look at her 
so much did he desire this beautiful, powerful young woman. And they both knew, as her strong feet brought him to the 
most powerful orgasm of his life, that he was completely and utterly in her power.

Diane lay back on the lounger to resume her sunbathing as Raymond struggled to his feet and shyly dressed himself.

“You may crawl out on your hands and knees” she directed him. “And you better repair that hole in the hedgerow too.”

The End