Live was going on. Ulrike and I had a routine life—groceries, cooking, dishes, tidying up, her work for her, university for me, and of course church. On some weekends I came back home. Our evening lovemaking was delightful.

At some point, I noticed pigeon cooing close by. One Saturday during lunch, I told Ulrike about them. “Probably in the attic. I’ll have a look later but I have some errands to run now.” I offered to do it myself, and, after dishes were done and everything put away, climbed into the attic through a trapdoor.

The attic contained old furniture and sundry items, and pigeon droppings. I had a look around, and indeed found a pigeon’s nest. Call me cruel, but I took the eggs away. I have nothing against birds, but pigeons are noisy and dirty, better nip them in the egg.

The attic got light from two small windows, one at each end. As I walked near one, I noticed it offered a direct view on our neighbours’ bedroom—and the scene that followed still remains etched in my brain. Frau and Herr Schmidt were naked and caressing each other in bed. Decency would have dictated I immediately stopped watching; but curiosity got the better of me and I stayed.

Frau Beyer’s house was on a narrow strip of land with the gate to the street at one end and the house at one third, with a front garden and a larger back garden. The Schmidts’ house was close by, as well as the one of the other neighbours on the other side, but the builders of Frau Beyer’s house had judiciously put the windows on the front and back walls, not on the sides, avoiding direct window-to-window views; except for the windows in the attic. The Schmidts obviously believed nobody could see them even though their curtains were open. I set up myself for observation, my head in the shade. While what I had seen at the party had disgusted me, what I was seeing was appealing.

Frau Schmidt raised herself, and went down on her husband. He was on his back, and she began sucking his penis. Then, she climbed on him frankly, and lowered herself. I understood she had inserted his penis into her vagina. I saw her slightly plumpish bottom start to undulate. This was interesting—I had so far thought of coitus as “man climbs on woman and pumps”, and had never thought the woman could be on top and direct the action. And action there was; Frau Schmidt was laying face down on her husband and moving her derrière decidedly, while he caressed her with his hands. At some point, she stopped and laid still upon him, before dismounting and laying back while he kissed her. I surmised she had reached climax. Then, her husband climbed on her and penetrated her in that most classical position. He eventually grabbed her buttocks or hips with his hands, moved faster, and then stopped, before dismounting. I surmised he also had reached climax. They, they cuddled under sheets for a nap.

I had nearly started masturbating on the spot, but my hands were dirty and it would have been unsafe. I climbed down to the bathroom, then up back to my room, and did the deed. My god! This had been so exciting. I was still seeing the undulations of Frau Schmidt’s derrière in my kopfkino. I did not mention this incident to Ulrike, and just reported I had destroyed the pigeon eggs.

The Schmidts had three teen-aged children, but these three went to activities on Saturday afternoon. Maybe their parents did a naughty nap every week? The following week, as Ulrike was busy in the garden, I climbed up into the attic after I noticed the Schmidt children had left. And, indeed, there came the parents, who undressed and started playing.

After much caressing, Herr Schmidt went in between his wife’s legs, which she opened wide, and started licking her. However, this did not last long. Frau Schmidt raised herself and presented her derrière to her husband. I at first thought this was one instance of anal penetration, which Ulrike had mentioned to me as happening between man and woman as well, but realized it most likely was just vaginal coitus in the manner of animals mating. Again, call me naive, but I had never thought that humans could do “it” this way as well. This time, I had taken a towel to clean my hands, and started rubbing myself on the spot.

I was watching this most interesting scene when I heard Ulrike’s voice. “Are you again hunting for pigeons?”. Her head was sticking out from the trapdoor. She realized that I was watching something from the window, and came to see what. The Schmidts were still visibly busy. My skirt was visibly undone.

“Maria, you’re a voyeur.

— Ulrike, I mean…

— Let’s go to your room, shall we?”

I followed her. What could I do or say…

“Maria, you were masturbating while watching Dieter and Johanna enjoying themselves?

— Ulrike… what can I say…

— I’m glad you’re not denying the obvious. Now, as you know, I have nothing against masturbation. Except when done excessively or at inappropriate time or place, it’s a healthy activity, and I think your mother was misguided in prohibiting it. However, I don’t condone voyeurism. Just think how you would feel if it had been the converse, and Dieter Schmidt had been watching her frolicking in bed.”

The justness of that remark hit me. I definitely would not have enjoyed that. I however tried to wriggle out of the situation.

“But neither Frau nor Herr Schmidt know I was watching them. They can’t be offended.”

Ulrike’s eyes widened.

“So you think that it’s ok to do wrong unto others as long as the victims are not aware of that?

— Er no but I mean…

— Maria, you know what I think you deserve? A spanking.

— No! Not the carpet beater again!

— Maria, no, I did not plan to use the carpet beater again on you, not for something like that. I used it because you risked your life, and that drunk boy driver’s life, and possibly that of passers-by. I don’t put voyeurism at the same level. And, as you said, it’s not like our neighbours were humiliated. Yet I think you deserve a spanking.”

I nodded, and started undressing.

“Good.”

After I had removed my below garments, Ulrike had me lay on my stomach on my bed, then started spanking me with her hand, hard and fast. While she really hit, it was definitely not as bad as the carpet beater. After she had peppered my behind with spanks from all sides, and I was starting to feel it smart, she lessened the intensity of her strokes and slowed them. Then, her other hand went under me, and her fingertips reached my clitoris. She was now spanking me slowly. A strange warmth was diffusing from my backside to my sex. I felt moist. The movements of my spanked buttocks had repercussions on my folds. My backside started moving on its own accord. I was rubbing myself on her fingers.

I had an orgasm humping Ulrike’s fingers while she spanked me.

Then, Ulrike removed her below garments as well. “I guess there is some licking to be done. I don’t have the time to wash myself, but I’m sure you’ll like the taste.”