3 comments/ 115552 views/ 7 favorites Curing the Groper By: MelanieK At the time all this happened I was in the upper sixth form and in my last year at school. I got on well with all my fellow students and, being 18, I’d had quite a bit of experience with a number of the girls. I knew how to get a girl interested. A Few compliments about her good looks and figure and she was putty in my hands. As I was elected head boy I suppose I must have had a certain popularity with all my fellow students. In the middle of the first term, our gymnastics mistress was taken ill and had to leave, so another female teacher was appointed to replace her. She rejoiced in the name of Sophie Roper, was in her early thirties with shoulder length blonde hair and when she took games with the girls dressed in very short tight shorts and a tight T-shirt she looked quite sexy but a bit overweight. Her bust was rather large but she seemed to enjoy jumping about and making it bounce up and down. It was the same old technique as that employed by some of the sixth form girls who wanted to interest a boy. We knew all the signs of course, so it was nothing new to us. She tried to be one of those women who, to use a modern but rather misleading term, was “empowered”. The real meaning of this word is to have power given to them, but so many use the word to mean just plain “bossy”. It’s a trait in women that puts men off and it puts boys off even more. After a few weeks something else became apparent to all the boys in the school, namely that, although she was primarily employed to teach girls, her main interest was in boys. Whenever she got the chance she could be seen chatting to groups of them. At first they thought she was just being friendly but it soon transpired that she had ideas that involved more than friendship. From then on the boys tried to avoid her whenever possible but as she took geography as a secondary subject she sometimes taught some of the boys who had no choice but to spend time in her class. One of her habits whenever she entered a class was to sing out in a loud and cheerful voice “Hello class” to which the class were expected to give an equally cheerful response of “Hello Miss Roper”. The boys often used to say “Miss Groper” but it didn’t seem to register with her. On several occasions some of the boys came to me, as head boy, to complain that she often bent over them when she was supposed to be looking at their exercise books and would brush her ample breasts against them. Some of them knew this was wrong and were frightened by her behaviour, finding it distasteful, but didn’t want to cause trouble by reporting her to the headmaster. One day a friend of mine called Gino came to me very upset and told me that while he was alone changing his shoes under one of the trees in the playing field she had stopped to chat to him, then, under the pretence of helping him to balance while pulling on his shoe, she slipped her hand inside his shirt and fondled his chest. Gino was a rather shy retiring boy but had the courage to go to the headmaster to complain. The head called in Miss Roper who denied everything and even said that Gino had made advances to her. The head then told the lad that in future he was to stay away from Miss Roper. He was furious at such cursory treatment by the headmaster and it was then he came to see me. “Can’t we do something about her Roger,” he pleaded. It was then that I realised that I would have to take the Groper in hand and do something to protect the lads so, after giving the matter considerable thought, I had a word with a few of my friends in the sixth form and told them of my plan. They agreed to help. The Groper often came to talk to me on some pretext or other asking how my work was going or about the results of the school football team. If I was ever on the playing field with my shirt off after a game I frequently noticed her hurrying in my direction to “have a chat”. I used to love teasing her by putting my shirt back on well before she arrived. To start my plan I became rather more “friendly” with her when we talked. On one occasion she asked whether I had a regular girl friend and whether I was going out with anyone at the moment. I was, but as I wanted to get her interested I said wasn’t. It worked. She came closer to me. “Can’t imagine why a handsome guy like you, Roger, doesn’t have a regular. I know a lot of the girls fancy you.” “Well,” I replied, “they’re OK but most of them don’t seem to have had much experience with boys. They seem to be a bit immature.” At this she brightened up considerably and stuck her chest out even more. I knew the signs. Females are never subtle. She was hooked! I pretended to be hot in the sun and undid the top two buttons of my shirt and flapped the front about as though cooling down. Her eyes suveyed my chest. “Whew, this sun is really hot,” I said. “I think I’ll go and sit under that tree for a bit.” “What a good idea,” she replied. “Do you mind if i join you, Roger?” “Not at all Miss Roper. You look as though you need to cool off too.” There was a double meaning to this but she didn’t seem to notice. I sat with my back against the tree and she sat beside me just touching my arm. “I imagine you like the sun,” she said. “You’ve got a lovely brown tan. And with your gorgeous curly brown hair it suits you.” Things were going better than I’d hoped. “Do you do much sunbathing Roger?” “Quite a bit, but not in long doses. I prefer to get brown, not red.” “Very wise too,” she responded. “You’re not only good looking, you’re intelligent.” She was pouring on the compliments now and I realised my plan was going to be easier than I’d thought. “I expect you sunbathe in your garden,” she commented. This gave me a great opportunity to lead her on. “Some of the time Miss. But the garden is overlooked by the neighbours and as I like to get an all-over tan I often go down to a place along the beach among the rocks. It’s quite a walk to get there so it’s private enough for me to sunbathe nude.” I saw her swallow quickly and she croaked a bit as she asked, “Do you mean those tall rocks down towards the old lighthouse or the ones at the other end of the beach?” “The ones at the lighthouse end,” I replied. I knew I’d achieved part one of my plan. Part two was soon to follow. I looked at my watch. “Gosh! Miss Roper, Is that the time? I’ve got a French lesson in three minutes. I’d better dash.” I left her sitting under the tree looking very pleased with herself. Little did she know what I had in store for her. I next had a meeting on the beach with several of the older boys who had volunteered to help me. I told them of what I had said to the Groper and that she was now well and truly on the hook. I pointed out to them the place in the rocks along the beach where my plan would be put into action, and I told them that I had said I went there to sunbathe in the nude. When I described the look on her face and her reaction they all burst into laughter. They thought it was hilarious. I then asked them to go over to the rocks as soon as they could and go down to the high watermark where all the odds and ends were washed up on the shore. I told them what I wanted, why I wanted it, and told them where to put it. They rubbed their hands in glee. They were really looking forward to dealing with the Groper. Their last job would be to recruit about 20 other boys, particularly any who were in the groper’s geography class, or those she’d tried to grope. I then chose two friends, Martin and Steve, who were taking the same syllabus as myself - as we needed to have the same time off from lessons - and together we planned a conversation which would take place at the next available opportunity and within earshot of the Groper. The weather forecast had promised sun for the next four or five days at least so we planned to act the following day which was Friday. We three had an hour free mid afternoon on that day so we went out into the field where Miss Roper was taking a sports lesson with a class of girls. We waited until the lesson had finished and the Groper was on her way back across the field towards the school. We pretended not to notice her behind us and waited until she could easily hear our voices. I parted from the others and said cheerio. “Oh, by the way Roger,” shouted Martin, “are you coming to play football with us tomorrow afternoon?” “No!” I shouted back. “As it’s nice and sunny I’ll be going down on the beach to do some sunbathing.” We then went into the school ahead of the Groper. But I knew she had heard what I said and I could practically hear her scheming mind ticking over. The following day dawned bright and sunny. A quick meeting in the morning with my helpers revealed that all was in place at the rocks and the other boys had been recruited. They had all agreed with alacrity. Early in the afternoon I started out for the beach carrying a bag containing my speedos, a towel, a camera and a video camera. A ten minute walk saw me arrive over at the rocks near the old lighthouse. I positioned myself on a ledge high up on the far side where I had a good view right across the beach so I could see anyone who approached. I didn’t have to wait long before I saw Miss Roper walking across the beach in my direction carrying a small bag. She was wearing a very short pair of white shorts and a brief blouse showing a bare midriff. I remember thinking it was something she really shouldn’t wear. A bare midriff can look great on a girl with a slim tummy and some signs of abdominal muscles, but a fat tum? Forget it! I knew she couldn’t see me as I was almost completely hidden behind the rocks. At the same time I could also see my gang of helpers walking along the cliff top path towards me. When they were behind the rocks they would descend to the beach and would be within easy striking distance of my position. The group of rocks had a series of ledges at varying heights which ran around in a circle with a large area of soft, dry sand in the middle of them. As I expected, the Groper approached silently and warily. I knew she would be looking for me lying on my towel, hopefully nude, in the sun. From my position I could see her peep around the rocks and look at the sandy area in the middle. Not seeing me, she walking around the circle looking in the various recesses in the rocks. I decided it was time to act. I slipped the top of my shirt down just over my shoulders. I didn’t even take it off but I knew it would do the trick. I then looked down over the rock I was lying on and showed just my bare shoulders. “Oh, hello Miss Roper” I shouted. “Fancy seeing you here. I was just finishing off my sunbathing. I’ll just put my clothes on and I’ll come down.” I could hear the frustration and disappointment in her voice as she answered, “Oh, Roger, you’ve finished already have you? Evidently a short session. But you did tell me you didn’t overdo your exposure.” I waited a short while and then climbed down the rocks onto the sand. I walked towards her. “And, talking of exposure,” I said laughingly, “It’s a good job I decided to sunbathe on the top of the rocks instead of on the sand here where I usually do. Otherwise you’d have come around the rocks and found me lying here on my towel stark naked.” She swallowed hard and gave a little nervous laugh. “Oh, my! Would you have felt embarrassed if I’d seen you naked?” Then she tried to look sexy and moved towards me saying in a low voice, “I must be honest with you Roger. I’m sure I would have enjoyed such a gorgeous sight.” I laughed and pretended to be embarrassed. “Oh, Miss Roper, I expect you’d be embarrassed if I came along and saw you naked.” She looked straight at me. “Would I? Who said I would? I’ll be honest with you again. I’d enjoy it.” Inside I was relishing the situation. I now knew I had her exactly where I wanted her. She was completely at my mercy. With feminine predictability she had walked right into my trap. The coup de grace was not far away. “Could I ask why you came over here, Miss Roper?” “Well, I remembered you said it was a good place to sunbathe in the nude as nobody came right over to this side of the beach, so, as it was warm and sunny I decided to get an all-over tan like you.” Again I put on my best schoolboy embarrassed look. “Oh, well, then I suppose I’d better leave and let you get on with sunning yourself.” She pursed her lips and gave me one of her innocent looks. Then, with what was meant to be a sexy pout (probably practised in the mirror) she said, “Do you really have to go Roger? I don’t mind in the slightest if you stay. Haven’t you ever seen a naked woman before?” “Oh yes,” I replied. “I’ve seen quite a few. Well, they were girls I suppose, not women. But . . . when you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all haven’t you?” She gave a really nervous laugh this time as she was not certain whether I was going to stay or not. I could tell she really wanted me to stay. “If you don’t mind seeing me naked, I would welcome you staying. You might be able to keep a lookout from time to time in case anyone comes along.” She looked hopefully at me. “Well . . . if you’re quite certain . . .” “Oh, I am. I am,” she said. “Now, you tell me the best place to do my sunbathing. Which place do you generally use?” I didn’t of course, but I couldn’t tell her that after saying I did. So I led her over to a small recess in the rocks. I put my towel down on the dry sand and sat with my back to the rocks. Miss Roper put her towel down very close to mine and then stood in front of me smiling down. First she kicked off her sandals, then unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a lacy bra having a hard job of it holding up her over-large breasts. She slowly slipped off her blouse in the best tradition of professional strippers. She was putty in my hands. I felt powerfully in charge of the situation. I started to hum “The Stripper” music. She laughed as she swung her hips around and unzipped her short skirt. She stepped out of this and twirled it around her head laughing. “Were you ever a professional stripper?” I joked, egging her on. “No, but I would have enjoyed it,” she replied. Her lacy thong was of sheer nylon and, through it, I could see she had a shaved pussy. She then turned her back to me and undid her bra fastener. Facing me again she slipped the bra off and her breasts migrated south. She didn’t seem to worry about this as she swung them from side to side as I continued with my humming. Then she inserted her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and moved them from side to side gradually pulling it down. Finally she bent over and stepped out of it. She threw it carelessly to one side and then stood in front of me stark naked with her hands high above her head. Having me watch her strip must have turned her on. I could see every detail of her shaved, naked pussy. It was open and getting pink revealing her inner labia which were moist with precum juice. She walked onto the towel and lay down by my side on her tummy. “Will you do something for me?” she asked. I wondered what she was going to ask. If it was what I thought she might ask the answer would have been no, so I replied, “What do you want me to do?” She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a bottle of sun tan oil. “I can’t put this on my back myself. Would you mind very much putting it on for me? You won’t be embarrassed will you?” “Oh no,” I said airily. “I’ve put oil on quite a few naked girls.” “Just on their backs?” she asked questioningly, handing me the bottle. “All over,” I replied. “Mmm,” she murmured with what I detected as some degree of satisfaction. As I was pouring the oil onto my hands I suddenly heard a small pebble clatter down the rocks and looking up I could see the faces of my gang of helpers peeping smilingly over the rocks and looking down on the naked figure of their teacher. “What was that?” asked the Groper lifting her head slightly. “Oh, just a seagull taking off from the rocks above us. It must have dislodged a pebble.” She put her head back down on her arms. With some bravado, and knowing I was being watched from above, I started to put the oil on Miss Roper’s back. I started on her shoulders and worked around in small circles. She gave little murmurs of satisfaction showing she was thoroughly enjoying my ministrations.Then I moved down her spine and sides with an up and down movement until I reached the bottom of her back just adjoining her buttocks. Just above her cleft I gave the lightest of finger touches. “Ooooh!” she groaned. “That tickles. You really do know what to do with a naked female don’t you?” “Thank you for the compliment, Miss Roper,” I joked. “I aim to give satisfaction!” “You certainly do,” she murmured in a sleepy far away voice. “You most certainly do.”. I then moved on to her buttocks which were nicely rounded but a bit on the large side for my liking. She was the sort of woman who should never wear trousers. As I curved my fingers under her buttocks and down onto the backs of her thighs I heard more noises of approval. Oiling the ousides and insides of her legs drew sighs of approval and then I announced, “Finished!” She took a deep breath and said, still in that far away voice, “That was absolutely fabulous. I really enjoyed that. Thanks a million.” We were both silent for several minutes and then she suddenly asked, “Was it here you oiled all those other girls?” I suddenly saw an opening for advancing my plan to the next stage. “Some here, some in the countryside and one at the edge of the woods inland from the cliffs. Yes that was a very adventurous girl I took there.” Just as I had planned she asked, “Why was it adventurous?” “Well, she was rather more mature than the other girls. She asked me to tie her to some trees to oil her. She said it made her feel vulnerable and sexy.” “Oooh Yes!” she enthused. “I’d love to be oiled in a bondage situation.” “Would you?” I asked innocently, seeing the completion of my plan drawing nearer by the minute. “Oh. . . I’d absolutely love it.” She then lifted herself on one elbow and looked up at me. “You haven’t oiled my front yet. Would you tie me up to do it like you did with that girl?” It was like taking candy from a child. “Well,” I responded with mock hesitation, “if you think you’d like me to do that . . .” “I definitely would,” she returned quickly. “Will you do it?” She was breathing rather heavily now. “OK then. You just lie there and I’ll go and see if I can find any rope that’s been washed up by the tide,” I said getting to my feet. The others had done their job well. They had gathered several yards of blue nylon rope which is often washed in by the tide, and they’d left it lying on the sand. I took this and walked back over to the naked figure of Miss Roper. She eagerly got to her feet. “Just look at this,” I said in a surprised voice. “I think these will do nicely.” A few yards away there was a narrow but tall rock about eight feet in height. The rope would pass around it easily and there were plenty of jagged places to tie it. “Of course, there are no trees here,” I commented innocently. “How about this tall rock. Do you think that will do?” “It will definitely do,” she replied with some vigour. We moved over to the rock and she stood with her back to it. She lifted her hands up above her head and around the sides of the rock. “Tie my hands there.” she said. I obeyed. Being a Boy Scout I know how to tie knots and I tied those knots so that there was no escape. She then opened her legs and asked me to tie them also. I tied the rope to her left ankle then walked around the rock to her right ankle. I wanted her as wide open as possible so I pretended the rope was not quite long enough. “I’ll have to pull your leg further around the rock,” I said. Curing the Groper She obeyed instantly so that, when I had finished tying her she was spread wide open with a pink pussy to match. “I’d better take a look to make sure no one is coming before I oil you,” I said. I dived around the side of the rocks and signalled all my helpers to gather just around the corner, within earshot but out of sight,to await my command. I then returned to my eagerly awaiting victim. She looked upwards to the sky and said in a hoarse voice, “Go on Roger. Cover me with oil - everywhere.” She almost shouted the last word. I pushed her blonde hair back off her shoulders and the poured some oil on my hands which I rubbed together - with glee as much as anything. Then I ran my hands lightly over her upturmed face and down her neck. I moved across her shoulders using a very light tantalising touch, then up both her arms. Under her arms I pressed in small circles deliberately tickling her as she was helpless to stop me. All she could do was to wriggle and giggle. But she was really enjoying herself. I applied more oil to my hands and then, starting at her midriff I lifted my hands up under her breasts opening my fingers as I grasped her nipples and squeezed them between my fingers. This brought forth more murmurs of utter delight. “Mmmmm! This is definitely not the first time you’ve done this Roger. Keep going. I’m enjoying every moment.” I then moved my hands down over her rounded tummy and across to the sides of her hips and down the outsides of her spread open legs. Her face now looked ecstatic. I oiled the tops of her feet and her ankles and then started to make my way up the insides of her left leg with both hands moving in little circles and steadily upwards. As I got to the top of her thigh I used my fingernails to increase the sensation, but I wanted to keep her waiting in a state of tension, so I went back down her leg and then transferred my attention to her right foot and ankle. She must have been a bit concerned about this because she then asked, “You won’t miss anything out Roger, will you?” “Oh no,” I assured her. “I will definitely not miss anything out.” She then stiffened her legs and thrust out her breasts awaiting my final touches. I used both hands now on her right leg, pausing on the inside of her knee with little circular movements, then up her thigh. I could see the quivering lips of her wide open and juicy vagina just a couple of inches away but I stopped and took my hands away just to tease her. She opened her eyes and looked at me in surprise. “You haven’t finished have you?” “No,” I replied simply. I just need some more oil. I poured some on my hand and rubbed them together. Then I rubbed one hand behind her over her buttocks pushing them out and with the other, I started at the bottom of her tummy and swept down right between her legs. She gasped as I oiled her pussy and then she gave a series of little groans as my hands swept back up and then down again applying extra pressure with one finger to her open vagina lips. I took a step back and looked at her. She just stood there in the sun, eyes shut and with her chest heaving with her deep breaths. She was fully sexually aroused and had lost control. I knew what she would have liked next, but I had other plans. Quickly I rubbed my hands on my towel and put the bottle of oil in her bag. Then I swept up her clothes and put them in my bag, zipping it shut. She was in the net. And now for the closing scene. I let out a long, shrill whistle. This had a double effect. Miss Roper opened her eyes, startled. But she was even more startled a second later as a crowd of 22 smiling young boys casually sauntered around the rocks and walked straight towards her. She was taken completely by surprise and her mouth fell open. She was speechless for a few seconds before finding her voice. “Roger! What are these boys doing here? Why. . . What . . . Quick untie me.” I stepped to her side and faced the oncoming crowd who were grinning widely at Miss Roper’s obvious embarrassment at being seen by her students stark naked with her legs wide open and her arms above her head. She looked quickly at me, then at the boys, then at me again. And the penny dropped. She realised she’d walked right into our little trap and that there was no way out. The crowd of boys were now only a few feet away from her and they began to sit down on the sand right in front of her in semi-circles. “Welcome gentlemen,” I said. “You all know Miss Roper, of course. Please greet her in the usual fashion.” As agreed they all sang out, “Hello Miss Groper.” This time she heard it and the significance was not lost on her. She struggled and pulled at the ropes but all to no avail. I knew my Scouting knots! Miss Roper then tried a show of bravado and threats. “Roger! You tricked me into this. Untie me immediately or I shall report you to the Headmaster first thing on Monday.” The crowd of boys now surveying her naked body with considerable laughter thought this was hilarious and fell about on the sand. “I beg your pardon,” I retorted with as much mock indignity as I could muster. “You asked me to stay with you while you sunbathed in the nude. You asked me to tie you to this rock and you asked me, in the hearing of these 22 witnesses, to cover you with oil - everywhere. If you wish to report any of this to the Headmaster, we’ll all come with you.” The Groper now realised that she was comprehensively in our power and could do nothing about it. I looked down at Gino sitting in the front row grinning from ear to ear. “I’m sure Gino here would love to come and have another word with the Headmaster. Wouldn’t you Gino?” He nodded enthusiastically. Miss Roper, realising i was in no hurry to release her, started to struggle again. As she did so her breasts started to wobble from side to side causing the boys to giggle with unfettered glee. They started to call out. “Watch you don’t shake ‘em off Miss!” and so on. Some of the boys had never seen a naked woman in the flesh before and started asking questions. “Why is her pussy that wide? My sister’s is only just a crack.” I explained that when a woman is aroused, her outer and inner lips enlarge and open quite wide especially when she opens her legs wide as Miss Roper was. “Her pussy looks very complicated with all those wrinkly bits and pieces.” They all fell about with helpless laughter at this. I pointed out to them her clitoris. “Now, this little thing here is the most sensitive part of the female body. If you hold this in your fingers you have her complete and undivided attention. The more randy she feels the bigger it gets.” “Looks pretty small to me,” said one of the boys. “This is what develops in the womb into a penis when something special happens to the baby and it becomes a boy, “ I continued. “How does she pee out of that lot?” asked another. I pointed out her urethra. “That looks small too,” cried someone which led to more convulsive laughter. “I’ve got a good view of her vagina,” stated Gino in the front row. “That’s not so small.” He pointed between Miss Ropers spread legs. The boys giggled uncontrollably again and elbowed one another. Another lad shouted, “There’s a rhyme about that: ‘Those with big tits Have got bigger slits’” At this they could hardly control their laughter much to the even greater embarrassment of Miss Roper. “Their size doesn’t count,” volunteered another boy. “It’s what they do with it that matters.” “Somebody told me that some nutty woman wrote monologues about that thing,” stated another boy. By now the juice was running out of the Groper’s vagina and dripping onto the dry sand below. “Is she coming?” asked one of the boys. I explained that it was just precum juice and that when a woman has an orgasm some cum, almost like a man, but some don’t. “Do you think she will?” asked another. I thought for a minute and then an idea struck me for her final humiliation. “I don’t know,” I replied. “Let’s find out.” During the humiliation of the Groper the boys had been taking lots of photographs with their cameras and video cameras, so I suggested that this could be a golden opportunity to finish off their films. I looked at Miss Roper. She knew what was coming and looked horrified. “In order to be released there is one thing you must do first. You have to masturbate while we all watch you.” Her face was a study. “Oh no! Please don’t make me do that. Not in front of all of you. Please no.” But I was firm. “If you want to get out of this - perform!” “I can’t,” she said. “Both my hands are tied.” “That’s easily seen to,” I replied. “I’ll just untie your right hand.” I had used a slip knot to tie her so it was easy to release one hand and secure the rope to a jagged piece of rock so that she couldn’t move the other arm. Miss Roper realised we had the upper hand and that she had to do exactly as we said. She started by inserting a finger inside her jiucy vagina. As she was so aroused it didn’t take long for her to get into a circular rhythm. Then she used two fingers and went faster and faster being urged on all the time by catcalls from the boys. “Your’re nearly there Miss.” “Go on!” “Let it all shoot out.” Finally with a loud shout of “Arrrggh” she stood on tip toe and pushed her hips forward. The juice ran between her fingers and down her legs. All the boys applauded her efforts. “There’s your answer,” I said. “She does.” I then asked, “Now, gentlemen, as Miss Roper has entertained us all so well, shall we let her go?” They were all in agreement. One said he wanted to get home to watch the TV. “Just stay where you are for a moment,” I said. I then untied all the ropes. Miss Roper rubbed her arms and then quickly looked around for her clothes. She also looked in her bag, but they were nowhere to be seen. “Where are my clothes,” she askd with panic in her voice. “Oh yes, your clothes,” I said. There is just one little thing you have to do to get your clothes back. “Oh, no! What’s that?” she asked helplessly. “Turn around with your back to us.” I ordered. She obeyed meekly. “Open you legs,” I snapped. She did it. “Wider! That’s right. Now bend over and touch your toes.” As she did this her shining enlarged pussy thrust right out from between the backs of her legs. There was much giggling and pointing by the boys. Some bent forward to get a better look. While she was still in this position I took her clothes out of my bag and asked the nearest boy to put them on the top rock on the beach side above us. “Can I get up now and put my clothes on?” asked the totally defeated Miss Roper. “Of course,” I said in my kindest voice, “but I must warn you that if you ever try to abuse any of the boys or grope them again, some of these photographs will be circulated around the school or even given to the Headmaster. She hung her head - crestfallen. “Where are my clothes?” she asked as we began to make our way out of the rocks. “Oh, they’re on the top rock over on the beach side just above us.” I pointed. “Your final humiliation will be to climb uo the rocks naked to get them. And hurry, because people will be able to see you from the beach if they look this way.” Her face was a study as we said goodbye to the Groper. As we walked back across the beach I turned to see her undergoing her final humiliation. She was climbing naked up the rocks to get her clothes back. A number of people were gazing in her direction uncertain of what they were seeing but a man with binoculars announced to his group, “Hey! There’s naked babe over there climbing the rocks.” It was a very different Miss Roper who attended school the following Monday. She was much more subdued and instead of gazing voyeuristically at the boys she just looked ahead wondering how many now looking at her had seen her last Saturday naked and aroused. She had no option but to continue with her accustomed greeting of “Hello class” but she dreaded the response, “Hello Miss Roper” as it had an echo of the greeting amongst the rocks. We heard soon after that Miss Roper was leaving to teach in another school. I made it my business to find out which school she was going to and left an anonymous note in her locker which said, “Any groping in your new school and we’ll send them some of our photographs.” I think that should do the trick.