THE WATCHER by Joe Whatever The apartment across the alley had been vacant for months. So naturally when I saw the lone white chair sitting in the window, I was intrigued. My interest turned to fascination when, later that night, the man in the outrageously bogus pirate costume dragged the woman in the beautiful red ball gown over his knee. I watched transfixed as the skirt and petticoats were raised, one after another. I could feel my panties getting damp when I saw she wore no pantaloons. SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! ****************************** The next night I watched the same man, now dressed in riding breeches, teach the same woman, now dressed as a French maid, the importance of proper dusting. The woman looked at me in horror as her ruffled panties were lowered to her knees.... The night after that I watched as a pretty, uniformed police officer was ambushed by a "burglar." He took away her "gun," turned on the radio, and ordered the mortified "policewoman" to dance.... I sipped champagne as I watched the furiously blushing woman reluctantly strip for our amusement. She looked pleadingly at me as the "criminal" cuffed her with her own handcuffs and teasingly ran her own leather police belt over her bare fanny. I smiled at her and raised my champagne glass in salute. ****************************** It was like that every night for a month. Boss and secretary. Housewife and repairman. Arab sheik and captive princess.... The woman usually got there first. I would show up early to torment her just with my eyes. The pretty cheerleader or naughty nurse would glare at me as I sat on my comfy sofa and sipped my sparkling white wine. Occasionally I would stand up, rub my fanny, and wince in mock sympathy before bursting into laughter. Now and then I would imitate the humiliating little "spanking dances" she did before falling back onto my couch in spasms of laughter. The more humiliating her punishment, the more I enjoyed it. I don't think she liked me. One night she put up curtains. Damn! But the Roman slave trader quickly ripped them down. The mortified slave girl was put through her paces naked. And I got to watch. ****************************** The box outside my apartment door was addressed to THE GIRL ACROSS THE ALLEY When I opened it, I found this note: MRS. JOHNSON SAYS YOU'RE STILL PEEPING IN HER WINDOW. PUT ON YOUR JAMMIES. I'LL DEAL WITH YOU WHEN I GET HOME, YOUNG LADY! UNCLE STEVE The pajamas in the box had little bears on them. And the childish white underpants had little bunnies. I looked across the alley at the woman, who was now wearing the same sort of crisp business clothes I always wore. As I began to nervously unbutton my blouse, the grinning woman leaned back in her white chair, took another sip of her chilled wine, and raised her glass in salute.... Edited by C. Lakewood