Peeping Bill

As I remember, with Bill there became a point where there was very little privacy. I remember him opening the door just a little if he knew I was dressing. I remember him asking me to climb on a ladder or a counter to reach something when I was wearing a dress. I believe the most disturbing aspect of his voyeurism was when he would try to watch me in the bathroom. There was not a lock on the bathroom door so I tried to create one by opening the drawer in front of the bathroom door so it couldn’t be opened. That kept him from opening the door but he then resorted to looking through the keyhole. I remember wading up pieces of toilet paper and sticking it in the keyhole so he couldn’t see though it but he would stick a pen in the hole to push the paper out. I began putting bubble gum over the keyhole which did the job but he then told me I couldn’t have bubble gum. I finally figured out how to drape a towel over one of the drawers so it would hang down over the keyhole. That finally stopped him from seeing in the bathroom but it made him mad.

Bill was angry that I had finally figured out how to stop his peeping antics so he would try to find a reason that I would deserve a spanking. He knew that he would have to come up with a good reason to spank me for my grandmothers to agree that I needed to be disciplined. I don’t recall him ever spanking me because my grandmothers wouldn’t allow it but I was still afraid because I knew that he was mad at me.

To this day I don’t watch movies about people being watched or stalked as it completely creeps me out. The experience has made me much more aware of my surroundings than I might have been had these experiences not happened to me. On a positive note, I like to think that I became a pretty good problem solver at a very young age.

~ by Isis on July 5, 2011.