Sometimes I was conscious of being watched through a peephole myself but I never let on I knew I was being watched. That always gave me a good hard er...ction which I was only too eager to display to my secret admirers and sometimes to let them watch me wank.One day I was in one of the “voyeur” cubicles changing for a swim and realised there was someone in the next cubicle. I took a chance and peeped through. I was lucky. There was a woman looking about my mother’s age, about forty, quite. Dad was wandering how to touch a her and how would she feel. Slowly dad moved near my mother. Dad slowly took my mother face in his hands. My mother felt like a shock since after a long time dad was being touching her. Dad bent his lips to hers. My Mother tried to move his face in shyness but dad bent his face and saritha offered her lips to him. Dad touched her lips with his lips and dad tasted it like honey And without giving pain to my mother. Dad kissed her and then slowly they started. ?When you?re ready,? I said in a condescending a tone as I could muster. He actually dropped to his knees! He didn?t bend or slowly put one knee then the other down, he really dropped. Then onto his palms as well and he crawled forward to me. He lowered his head and began to kiss the toes of my boots. What an experience. Another human being was prostrating himself in front of me and kissing the toes of my boots. A strange feeling surged through me. A feeling of power and arousal born of that. He could use this tactic should the need arise.It was, inevitably, not long after his appointment that the first serious disciplinary infraction occurred and Dr. Stanton did not demur in accepting his responsibility. He took considerable pleasure in his first unveiling of one of the several hundred female bottoms that surrounded him daily, and he caned it severely. The results, he later heard without surprise, were enthusiastically examined by many very curious fellow students and it was.