Voyeur Memories in Panchgani

///Voyeur Memories in Panchgani
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Voyeur Memories in Panchgani

I must have been somewhat 15 or 16 and was getting quite restless more so because of my increase in sexual curiosity. I had no girlfriend and none of my classmates had one. It was the monsoon of 1999 and we were in a Panchgani boarding school. Miss Roberts was our strict matron as well as the House in charge. She must have been something around the late 40s or early 50s. An average height spectacled lady who had slightly heavier breasts.

She was quite authoritative and bossy and I reckon none of us boys ever visualized her in any sexual manner. None of my classmates did at-least. Anyways I and my buddies were the mischievous lot and had been spanked on our bottoms many a time by her with a thin cane. This actually was a standard punishment for truant boys like us who bunked classes and strolled in the bazaars in the afternoon.

Getting a good remark from Miss Roberts was an achievement that had the boy cherish the report card and hang it in the hostel room. Oh boy, we literally worshipped Miss Roberts and were in great awe of her.

Human perception is such a mysterious thing and the impression of awe and disgust can go hand in hand. And sometimes it changes dramatically in one incident that leaves us confused for life. Can a human be such a dramatic change in his or her personality when that person is under midst of intimacy? And can the person suddenly transform herself so sharply and so blatantly under the cloud of animal pleasure? And more importantly at that age, were we boys wrong or right to curse her for doing that act. Did she deserve that contempt from her boys who so very worshipped her?

You can yourself judge after reading what we saw that rainy afternoon in the August of 1999.

We had a tailor in the bazaar named Shukhlal who sometimes was given the work of stitching the school bedclothes and some small clothes from time to time. He was a rustic fellow who kept to himself and was generally harmless and quiet. During Easter and thanksgiving, he was a regular to throng the school community’s hall. I remember that afternoon when we had bunked a science period and were strolling near the shop when Paddy noticed an umbrella belonging to Ms. Roberts kept outside the shutter of Shukhlal shop. We thought maybe she forgot or more likely he stole it. It was a large pink one with a wooden handle with which some of us had been spanked so it was easy to recognize.

As I went to collect it I noticed a feminine handkerchief kept on the chair near the shutter. Shukhlal stayed alone and sometimes a younger cousin came over. Anyways I picked up the yellow hanky and then heard some guttural sounds coming from the room inside. They were a mixed set of sounds, a combination of squealing snarling and even growling. We were three boys that time and soon Arvind came back with a stool to reach the high small grilled outlet. I remember climbing up first as I was the “discoverer” of this matter and peeking inside with curious breathes. I honestly expected a cat and a dog fighting or something.

I saw a very naked Shukhlal sitting on his untidy bed and another naked mass of body with the head hidden in Shukhlal’s groins. Shukhlal was oblivious to the world outside and even seemed craning his neck back with half hidden eyes and muttering out unintelligible words and squeals. In between his ecstasy moments, he was also spanking the huge bottom of the naked figure hunched inside his groins.

I was soon pulled down roughly by Paddy who climbed up and witnessed the same thing for a couple of minus followed by Arvind. None of us knew the owner of those chubby and fleshy buttocks though Arvind later claimed he got a view of pendulous breasts for a moment when the face in the groin looked up at Shukhlal’s eyes. Then I again climbed up to see the rest of the drama. I too saw the same thing again for a moment and then Shukhlal came with torrents of white bulbs on the face kneeling inside his thighs.

Then the figure got up with her buttocks and knees straightening and even I got a fleeting side glimpse of a big sagging breast complete with a pinkish nipple as she turned towards her left. I WAS ZAPPED SEEING OUR PRIM AND PROPER MISS ROBERTS.

A mist floated before my eyes and I fell into a trance. Even the nudging and pinching by Paddy and Arvind desperate for their turns could not get registered on my legs. I felt weak and sick and shaken. I had started getting an erection initially seeing the buttocks and the breast but the moment I saw the face everything went down (pun intended). I too climbed down and let Arvind climbed up who seemed more of sterner heart as he responded with only a red face and told Paddy “dude its Roberts with Shuki”…. Paddy too climbed up and was zapped. Meanwhile, I had retired myself near the side and just sat with head on my arms. It was too much for me.

I believed in the Christian teaching of hailing our teacher next to mother Mary or Jesus. How can my worshipped Miss Roberts can have sex with Shukhlal of all people and how the fuck she dared even take his in her holy pious mouth? Was she so lusty or immoral? And I could not come to terms with the fact that Shukhlal had the audacity and authority to grip her hair in his dirty disgusting palms. My god ….what had the world come to. I dint need to imagine what else had he done with my precious and pure Miss Roberts. My near adolescent mind even cursed Shuki to hell.

My juvenile mind could never come to terms with Miss Roberts sexuality. Paddy and Arvind probably only focused on the carnal side of the whole stuff, with her buttocks and breasts and legs, etc. Paddy even claims she turned at the front later on and he saw her whole bush. We knew very little of her family and personal life. We had heard that her grandmother had been British and her parents were of mixed race. She did have a husband years back, but not sure was she a widow or a divorcee. She lived in the school quarters inside the campus and some months back while playing football I had gone behind her quarters to get the ball where I saw her lovely silks being left out to dry.

Anyways we three ran away from that scene almost immediately after Miss Roberts face came in the view. She never found out that we three saw her with Shukhlal.

I could not see her in the eyes after the incident. We anyways left the school after our year was out and soon were out of contact from everybody there. Arvind joined the military some years later and Paddy went to Canada where he runs a successful grocery store.

I went to Bombay and became a career consultant. Some years back I and Nishi my girlfriend were strolling in Panchgani bazaar and I went to see Shukhlal who had grown old and fat. I dared not ask him anything of that August afternoon in 1999.

Miss Roberts rose up to become the vice-principal of the school whose name I cannot mention for obvious reasons here.

By |2019-08-02T04:49:37+00:00August 1st, 2019|Adolescent, Him|1 Comment

One Comment

  1. leah November 7, 2019 at 5:32 pm - Reply

    It’s such an interesting conditioning that any woman who fulfils a maternal role is seen devoid of sexuality, where as every single other woman is almost purely seen through a sexual lens.

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