A Peeping Tom's Punishment

by Jennifer

 

Who first said that women are the weaker sex? Whoever it was, he couldn't have met too many women, that's all I can say. I found out the exception to that idea a few years ago in the most salutary way imaginable.

It all began one Saturday afternoon in April. I went to Lauriston High School, and living near St. Catherine's Girl's School, I sometimes used to go and admire the senior girls playing hockey and lacrosse on their sports field. When they were playing other schools, there were often friends and relatives there, so no one ever questioned me as to who I was. I use the term 'girls' advisedly though. The senior girls were tall, strong, strapping young women, many of them bigger than I was, and definitely fitter. And also very good looking in some cases. Being about their age myself, I'd have been sorely tempted to try and date one of them if they hadn't been shut away in a boarding school under the eagle eyes of the staff.

As I attended more of their matches I grew familiar with the layout of the school, and eventually discovered that the girl's shower room in the sports pavilion was frequently in use after the match. The pavilion was on the very edge of the playing fields, and backed onto some thick bushes and woodland. I discovered this one day quite by accident when I headed into the woods to obey the call of nature. What caught my attention in particular was the fact that the wooden wall of the pavilion facing the woods had a small hole between two of the boards which gave a perfect view inside the girl's shower changing room without being seen.

Needless to say, like most young blokes, I found the lithe, slim shapes of the girls irresistible, and eventually I succumbed to temptation. There's another saying that if you don't wish to be found out to have done something, don't do it. Wise advice, which I ignored to my cost.

So on this particular afternoon, I made my way over to the bushes behind the pavilion just before the end of the game, and hid there while I waited for the girls to take their shower. The whistle blew, and a couple of dozen of these fair visions of beauty made their way to the pavilion. As soon as I heard the showers beginning to run, I crept out from the bushes and made my way across to my little peephole. My goodness, what a lovely sight they made, and I was almost hypnotised at the sight of so much maidenly beauty as they walked about in various stages of undress. As they dried themselves with their towels and then dressed themselves in their school uniform they had me grinning with delight. I couldn't take my eyes away from my peephole, which was the cause of my undoing.

I was so preoccupied with what I saw that I didn't notice what was happening. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed me, pulled me aside, and held me against the wall. I was confronted by eight girls who were mostly bigger than I was, and I could see by the expression on their faces that I was in very deep trouble. I tried to jerk free, but with two girls on each arm I didn't have a chance.

A tall girl with long blond hair looked at me and sneered. 'Well well, if it isn't a grubby little peeping Tom. You disgusting little pervert. Enjoying the view were you, you dirty little boy?' Caught red handed, I didn't know what to say as she reached into my inside jacket pocket and took out my diary and wallet. She looked inside, and said 'Well now Mr. David Turner of 42 Lansbury Avenue, looks like you're in trouble doesn't it? But not in the way you think. You see, you're not the first peeping Tom we've had around here, and by now we've devised a very amusing way of punishing them. You probably think we're going to hand you over to the authorities, don't you? Well with what we've got in mind for you, you'll probably wish we had. But oh no, we're going to have some fun instead. And I don't think you're going to enjoy it one bit.'

By now, I noticed that the girls were looking at me with expressions of malevolent relish, and I had a feeling that this was going to cost me dear. One of them suddenly said 'So Judy, you reckon we should do to him what we did to that bloke last term?'

'Yep' grinned the first girl, 'Exactly like that. Good thing the girls from Sion Convent are here today, I'm sure they'll be happy to help.' A chorus of chuckles went round the group, and their grip on me tightened.

'OK then' said Judy, who seemed to be the ringleader, 'Just check and see that the pavilion's empty by now will you Fiona?' The second girl went round to the front of the pavilion for a moment before returning, saying 'All clear, everybody's gone. Let's get him inside.'

I was swiftly dragged round to the front of the pavilion, bundled inside into the changing room, and roughly stood up against the wall surrounded by a ring of menacing looking young women.

'Right then' said Judy, 'Court's in session, we find you guilty, and the punishment is a forgone conclusion, so let's get on with it.' Turning to me, she said 'Now then you. As we've said, you're not the first peeping Tom we've had here, and by now we know just what to do with them. We're going to punish you in an exquisitely appropriate way that fits your crime perfectly. Now let's see, you look about a size 16, so that won't be a problem.' Turning to the other girls she said 'Just keep him here while Fiona and I go and have a word with the Sion girls and get what we need. We won't be long.' The two of them left the pavilion, leaving me still surrounded by 6 others, so I was obviously not going anywhere. As I stood there in silent trepidation I tried to guess what they had in mind for me, and wondered what the significance of my size was. I was soon to find out.

After a short interval, Judy and Fiona arrived back carrying a bag that they started to empty. They took out various items of clothing which they hung up on clothes hooks, and I soon realised that they were assembling the items that made up their school uniform. It was pretty obvious who was going to be wearing it, and I gulped in dismay at the prospect.

Judy looked at me, and reading my thoughts, she grinned and said 'That's right. You chose to be on our school grounds, so now you're going to be dressed as one of us. That'll be suitably humiliating for you, and most amusing for us. So let's begin shall we? All right girls, get his clothes off.' Against six tall, strong lacrosse players with two more girls to help, I didn't stand a chance. In a moment they grabbed me, dumped me down onto an exercise mat, and despite my futile struggles, quickly and efficiently stripped off all my clothes and held me down with a grip of iron. I couldn't move, and my humiliation was about to begin.

Smiling wickedly, Judy picked up a pair of maroon school knickers, and in no time she pulled them over my feet and up my legs. Next came a white blouse. The girls brought me into a sitting position and thrust my arms into the sleeves while Judy buttoned it up to the neck. Then she quickly tied the maroon and silver school tie on round my neck. 'All right' she said, 'Stand him up.' The girls dragged me to my feet and she said 'Now then, if you co-operate, the girls will let go of you. Otherwise we'll finish dressing you by force. Which is it to be?' I knew I was beaten, so I looked at her and said 'All right, you win. What next?' At a signal from Judy, the girls released me, but watched me warily, ready to grab me at the first sign of resistance

'Next? The part of our school uniform that we senior girls really hate wearing' said Judy, 'Our regulation gym tunic. It makes us look like a 10 year old, which is why we detest it so much.' She picked it up and held it with the back opening towards me. 'In you get' she said. I stepped into the grey tunic and she pulled it up my body before putting my arms through the armholes. Then she stood behind me and fastened the buttons running up the back. Turning me around, she did up the buckle belt and secured the two buttons which held the end of the belt in place. Pulling down the hem of the tunic so that the pleated skirt hung neatly, she said 'Now sit down.' I sat on a chair, and she pulled a pair of white ankle socks onto my feet and turned them down neatly. On top of these came a pair of brown T bar strap shoes which she fastened on securely with the buckles at the side. Definitely a junior style for little girls fresh out of primary school, and designed not to come off. I cursed my feet for being so small.

'Right' said Judy with a wicked grin on her face, 'Time to do something about your hair. I'm so glad it's nice and long.' She reached into the bag, and I groaned as she drew out two white hair ribbons and a brush. 'Now sit still and keep your head straight' she said. After combing my hair down the centre, she picked up an elastic band, and pulling my hair on one side into a bunch, she wound it tightly around my hair. She did the same on the other side of my head, so that I now had two bunches of hair sticking up conspicuously. Taking one of the ribbons, she wound it firmly around one bunch of hair, tied it tightly in position in a non-slip bow, and pulled it down the bunch of hair closer to my head. She repeated the process with the other bunch of hair, and finished off the effect by clipping two white plastic hair slides into my hair to secure the ribbons. As a final touch, she combed my hair forward in a neat fringe.

After making a few adjustments to make sure that the bows were even in length, she straightened them so that they were at the same angle to my head. Looking at me she grinned and said 'Oh yes, very nice. A typical little junior girl. Now stand up.' As I stood up, she held up a maroon school blazer and I put my arms into the sleeves. She brought it up over my shoulders and pulled the sleeves of my blouse down so that they came level with the cuffs of the blazer. Then she stood back to admire her handiwork and said 'There we are, one little new girl, all ready for school. Doesn't she look cute?' A chorus of giggles went up from the other girls, and hanging my own clothes on a hook, Judy looked at me with a wide grin on her face said 'Right, time for your next surprise. Put his arms behind him girls.'

I was quickly grabbed, and my arms were forced together behind my back while I was held fast. With a little chuckle, Judy reached into the bag and took out a pair of handcuffs. She moved behind me, and a moment later I felt the cold steel closing round my wrists and two clicks as they were locked. I was becoming easier to control. 'Now sit him down again for a moment' said Judy, going over to her bag again. I was unceremoniously sat down on the chair again, and she took a large handkerchief that she stuffed into my mouth. Then she cut some lengths from a roll of adhesive packaging tape and pressed them firmly over my mouth so that I was securely gagged.

Just at that moment, half a dozen girls wearing navy blue box pleat gym tunics and blazers came into the pavilion.

'Ah, it's the girls from Sion Convent' said Fiona, 'Hi Jenny. All ready?' The girls obviously had a plan with me in mind, and I didn't like the look of it.

'Sure are' said one of the Sion girls. She looked at me and burst out laughing. 'Oh yes' she giggled, 'What a cute little schoolgirl. This is going to be fun. Does he know what we're going to do yet?'

'No' chuckled Fiona, 'Let's just surprise him shall we? Have you got one of your cloaks? We don't want your mistress to see him wearing our uniform. That would wreck everything.'

'No it's OK' said one of Jenny's companions, 'We can use mine.'

I suddenly noticed that two of the Sion girls were wearing hooded navy blue gaberdine cloaks with a check lining, and the girl removed hers and handed it to Fiona. With a grin she draped it over my shoulders, buttoned it up to my neck, and pulled the hood up over my head before tying the tie tapes under my chin in a bow. Then she pulled an additional flap across my chin and buttoned it in place so that the hood was now securely fastened on over my head, hiding my face effectively. It was of a style that used to be popular with girl's school raincoat hoods, with a square cut about 4 inches long running across the top at the back of the head.

'There we are, Miss Wainright will never guess he's not one of us as long as we keep a tight hold of him' said Jenny, 'And I must say this is a great way of punishing him for being a peeping tom.' she added with a giggle.

'OK then' said Fiona, 'He's all yours, and thanks a million for your help.' Turning to me she said 'This should teach you a lesson. The Sion girls are going to take over now, and they'll tell you what to do later.' She pulled the hood of my cloak forward and Jenny and her friends took a firm grip of my arms. Closely surrounded by the group and with my hands helpless behind my back I was in no position to resist. Wondering what would happen next, I was hustled out of the sports pavilion while the Fiona and her friends jeered me on my way.

The girls dragged me across to a corner of the playing fields where about three dozen other Sion girls were already gathered around the doorway of a large coach. As I was dragged towards them I suddenly had a horrible suspicion as to what they had in mind, but even as I tried to jerk back, Jenny and her friends pushed me quickly towards the coach.

One of them walked across to where their supervising teacher was talking to the coach driver and some of the girls, and engaged her in conversation. She craftily positioned herself so that the teacher had to turn her back to the door of the coach to speak to her, and with both the teacher and the coach driver distracted, the rest was easy for Jenny and her friends.

The girls dragged me to the door of the coach, and I tried desperately to pull back. I yelled into my gag, but all I could manage was a faint muffled 'Mmmmmph! Mmmmmm!' as willing hands hauled me bodily onto the coach. They quickly bundled me down to the rear of the coach and sat me down unceremoniously on the back seat between two amazonian captors. Surrounded as I was, I didn't stand a chance.

After a few minutes the remaining girls started filing into the coach, and soon it was nearly full. The teacher stood at the front, and while she counted heads, the two girls controlling me held me down out of sight. Again I tried to call out, but my muffled yell was drowned out by the noisy chatter of three dozen girls. My heart sank as I heard the coach door being slammed shut and the engine starting up. The coach began to move off, and the girls allowed me to sit up.

Sion Convent is a very long walk from St. Catherines. 12 miles in fact, so it took the coach half an hour to reach the girl's school. When we arrived, the coach turned into the front gate of the school, up a long driveway, and stopped in a parking place next to a side building. The driver and teacher got out first, and then a press of girls all headed for the door and jumped out. Jenny and her friends were clever. They dragged me along in the middle of the crowd, and used the confusion as a screen while they quickly dragged me round to the back of the building and into a small room.

'Right' said Jenny, 'Let's get that cloak off shall we?' She unfastened the hood of my cloak and lowered it before unbuttoning the front of the cloak and removing it. Handing it back to its owner, she looked at me and grinned. 'Well' she said, 'This is where the fun begins. Here you are, dressed as a sweet little schoolgirl with a nice long walk home ahead of you. We'll come some of the way with you just to watch while people laugh at you. Which no doubt they will. I reckon it will take you about 4 hours to walk back to St. Catherine's, so that should give you plenty of time to think about what you did. You'll find your clothes back in the sports pavilion, so you can change back when you get there. With any luck you might even bump into some of the kids from your school, which would really give you something to explain I imagine. Now Fiona gave me a nice junior school hat for you to wear, so let's put it on shall we?'

To a chorus of giggles she produced a cream coloured straw panama school hat with a maroon hatband and the St. Catherine's school crest on it, and placed it carefully on my head. She pulled the elastic under my chin and straightened it. 'There' she said with a grin, 'All ready for your long walk back to school. I suggest you keep it on, unless you want everyone to see those cute hair ribbons you're wearing. Besides, from a reasonable distance, people will probably think you are a girl dressed like that. I suggest you keep it that way. Now let's take off those handcuffs and that gag and we'll be off.'

I winced as she pulled off the strips of tape and took the handkerchief out of my mouth Then she stepped behind me, unlocked the handcuffs and removed them. I brought my arms in front of me with a groan of relief and stretched them before Jenny said 'Well come on little girl, let's see you on your way.'

What could I do? There I was, 12 miles from home dressed as a girl, and with no alternative but to walk back to St. Catherines in full view of every passer by. To any full blooded boy this was just about the worst humiliation anyone could suffer. But I knew that in a way I deserved my fate, and I also knew that I couldn't report the girls because then I'd have to explain why they'd done it to me. They had me over a barrel and they knew it. With a sigh of despair, I allowed the girls to take me outside, and we started walking down the long driveway of the school towards the main gate.

And so began the most humiliating walk of my life. As soon as we turned out onto the street and started walking along the pavement I was immediately noticed by nearly every passer-by, which was hardly surprising because the girls did everything they could to draw attention to me. Surrounded by a barrage of teasing catcalls and laughter, I blushed crimson with humiliation. There was nowhere to hide, and I had no choice but to endure it.

Jenny started the ball rolling. As I was forced to walk conspicuously in front of the line of giggling schoolgirls, she shouted out 'Now come along Lucy, do walk daintily, like a proper little girl!'

'Lucy?' laughed another, 'Oh yes what a cute name for a cute little girl. Oh yes, from now on she's Lucy.' This was followed by a chorus of 'Lucy, Lucy, Lucy' from the others.

The teasing continued without mercy as the girls revelled in their sport at my expense, and they took every opportunity to encourage others to join in the fun.

But after about half an hour Jenny looked at her watch and said 'Well we'd better be getting back, so I suggest we leave Lucy here to make her own way back to St. Catherines.' Looking at me she grinned and said 'Enjoy your walk Lucy, and don't talk to any strangers will you.' The group burst out laughing, and with a final wave, headed back the way we had come.

I was now alone, in full public view dressed as a cute little schoolgirl, with no choice but to walk past an increasing number of people as the evening rush hour commenced. It was summer, and would still be broad daylight by the time I reached home. With an embarrassed groan I continued on my way.

The evening breeze ran across my bare legs, and the hem of my gym tunic flapped against my knees as I walked. I saw little point in removing the humiliating hat and hair ribbons, since that would make it even more obvious that I was a boy. I preferred to try and brazen it out.

And to some degree it worked. From a distance, most people probably assumed that I was actually a St. Catherines schoolgirl, since I was dressed in the familiar St. Catherine's school uniform. A case of the old adage that people see what they think they see.

Nevertheless, that didn't stop a large number of people walking towards me from breaking into laughter as they realised that the schoolgirl walking towards them was not what she seemed. One or two couldn't resist asking me why I was dressed as a girl, and I told them I'd just been taking part in a stunt. Fortunately they believed me and it didn't seem quite so bad.

The worst ones were the school kids, especially the girls, who immediately recognised the uniform. Their teasing was as merciless as Jenny and her friends, and some of them followed me for a while, making my humiliation even more intense.

And so it went on for nearly 4 hours, culminating in the worst moment of all. With less than a mile to go before I reached St. Catherines, the one thing I'd been dreading happened. I was just beginning to look forward to the end of my walk when a familiar voice called out 'Hey look, isn't that Mike Taylor dressed as a girl?' I tried ignoring her and walked steadily on, but I heard the sound of running feet behind me, and a moment later was surrounded by Susan, Hilary and Christine, three girls who were in my class at school. 'It is Mike, I told you it was!' exclaimed Susan, and the girls fell about with laughter while I just stood there blushing crimson, unsure what to do.

Eventually their mirth subsided enough for them to regain their composure, and between giggles, Hilary said 'Well I must say he makes a sweet little schoolgirl doesn't he? I reckon he looks cuter than my kid sister.'

'He sure does' said Susan, suddenly reaching up and snatching the hat from off my head. That did it. The girls shrieked with laughter as Christine said 'Oh look, our cute little schoolgirl's got pretty ribbons in her hair. How appropriate.'

I hadn't noticed Hilary take out her digital camera from her school bag, and before I could stop her she quickly took some photos of me. 'Thanks for that Mike' she chuckled, 'I wonder what you'll be willing to pay to stop those pictures going in the next edition of the school magazine. I reckon the other guys would just love it!'

'And perhaps a nice big print on the school notice board' grinned Susan teasingly. I chilled at the prospect, and felt even worse when Susan suddenly looked at me with a wicked gleam in her eye and said 'Hang on, that gives me an idea. But first of all Mike, how did you get yourself into this fix? I don't think you're just doing it for fun. And how did you get hold of a St. Catherines uniform?' I knew that the girls had friends at St. Catherines, and would soon be able to find out, so I decided to tell them the truth.

As I explained, the girls broke into broad smiles, and finally Hilary said 'Well it serves you right doesn't it? What an exquisite punishment. You perved on some schoolgirls and finished up dressed as one. And the idea of the Sion girls taking you back with them so that you've had to walk all the way back dressed like that, well I think it's brilliant. What a great way of deflating your ego.' I was obviously not receiving any sympathy for my plight.

'Anyway' said Susan, 'To get back to my idea. Now that we know how sweet Mike looks as a St. Catherine's girl, I'm curious to see how he would look in our school uniform. Why don't we take him out for the day next Saturday dressed as a Lauriston girl?'

'No!' I exploded, 'No way! Isn't this bad enough? No, I won't do it.'

'Won't you?' said Susan calmly, 'Somehow I think you will. Unless you want those photos plastered all over the school? I imagine that would just about be the end of your credibility wouldn't it? Even the lowest junior would find it pretty comical.'

I went cold at the prospect. In a last ditch effort to retain what was left of my dignity I said 'But you couldn't. You wouldn't do that to me.'

'We can and we will if you don't go along with it. Understood?'

I lowered my head in defeat and quietly nodded my head. 'Understood' I murmured. What else could I do?

'Excellent' she said brightly. 'Now where are you headed at the moment?'

'Back to St. Catherines to change into my clothes. They left them in the sports pavilion.'

'Well in that case we'll come with you. A sort of protective escort. I mean, I wouldn't like to think what would happen if half a dozen of the boys see you.' That was something I didn't want to contemplate, and under the circumstances it seemed to be advisable to stay onside with the girls.

Susan replaced the hat on my head, and we set off along the pavement while she explained what she had in mind for the following Saturday. It wasn't pleasant listening.

'Right' she said, 'I suggest you all come round to my place at nine o'clock sharp. Mum and Dad are going out so we won't be disturbed. I'll have my spare school uniform all ready, and we'll get Mike dressed up. Then we can take him out for the day for some fun and games. I've thought of a brilliant place to take him to and I guarantee it will be a hoot.' I groaned in miserable anticipation at the idea.

We walked on, with the girls continuing to tease me until we finally reached St. Catherines. We managed to make our way to the sports pavilion unseen, and the girls waited outside while I gratefully removed the humiliating hair ribbons and slides and divested myself of the school uniform. It was a struggle unfastening all the buttons down the back of the gym tunic but I managed it at last. I hung everything up and with a sigh of relief put on my own clothing before combing my hair, and stepping out through the door. Susan looked at me with mock disapproval and said 'Oh Mike, that's not nearly as nice as the St. Catherines outfit. Never mind, I'm sure we can make up for it on Saturday.'

'Don't remind me!' I replied hastily, and we began our walk homewards. At the end of my street I left them, and with some parting remarks about how much they were looking forward to Saturday, they said goodbye.

That Saturday proved to be even more humiliating than what I'd just gone through and Susan proved her ingenuity at thinking up ideas to embarrass me. They had a hilarious day at my expense, but at least true to their word, they never carried out their threat to show them round the school. But Hilary did give me a set of the photos on a floppy disk, and from time to time I would look at them on my computer screen and remember the most humiliating day of my life. And needless to say, it cured me of peeping through little holes!

 

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