I've been living next door to the, let me call them the Smiths, for just shy of three years. I'm a 41 year old female who has been around the block a few times. I never married but have had both short and long relationships with 9 men. One I lived with for 4 years and another for 2. I'm dating a nice guy now but have made my mind up not move in with him. The "Smith's" have a son named Raymond who twice I caught peeking in my window at night. The first time I was in my bra and panties but the second time he saw me nude. He was 17 at the time and I suspect he had done it before but had never caught him. Quite a few guys, 9 to be exact have seen me naked but I have never been an exibitionist. It pissed me off when I caught him both times but I never did tell his parents. I bought one of those pleated shades that I can lower down from the top and now its impossible for him to see into my bedroom. Now I can lower my window from the top without fear of his peeping in at me. Back in June I got home fairly late one night and when I lowered the shade I could see into Ramonds bedroom. He had the window up and he was standing there naked and masturbating. For the next month or more each time I looked at night, he was always naked and would usually masturbate. This happened only when I worked late or got home after dark. It continued for another month or so and thats when I realized he was looking out of the back window to see when I pulled into my driveway. I told my friend Sara about it all the time and we reffered to him as a little pervert. Sara suggested I tell his parents or somehow get revenge on him. The problem is that I like his mother very much and she is a very nice lady and her husband is also a nice man. I did want to tell them but at the same time didn't want to tell them what a brat they had for a son. He had to know I saw him and probably masturbated hoping I was watching him. It didn't bother me much that I saw him naked and playing with himself, but I was angry that he had peeked into my room and didn't know how long he had been doing it. Sara suggested I confront him about it and somehow humiliate him over it. In August he was 18 and continued exposing himself at least one or two times a week. He was an obnoxious kid and he really had me angry, again mostly because I didn't know how many times he saw me naked or particially dressed. Then on night Sara came up with an idea and I only laughed at first but soon started to consider it. She said to get him over to my house, when his parents weren't home and puposely make him strip in front of me. I told Sara she was crazy and that I might give him the wrong idea by doing something like that. Thats when she suggested that the two of us could do that to him just to embarrass him and make him realize how stupid he is to expose himself. I seldom see Raymond outside and about three weeks went by when I saw him out back one afternoon. Sara was with me at the time and urged me to talk him into coming over my house one night. All I said to him was to come over Wednesday after dinner because I had to talk to him about something. At first he told me he couldn't and had to go somewhere but the minute I said I would talk to his parents instead, he agreed to come over at 7 pm. When he came in, thankfully Sara was with me. We sat at my kitchen table and I gave him some ice tea and began by telling him I didn't appreciate that he was a peeping tom but I was very mild in the way I talked to him. Thats when Sara spoke up and not only began scolding him but cursing and telling him he was a deviate and that his parents should know about it. Raymond was speachless and just kept saying he was sorry. Sara barely gave me a chance to say anything and it appeared she was more angry than me. She stood up and walked over to him telling him to stand up. I just sat there and Sara called him an exibitionist then promptly told him to take off his clothes. Raymonds face lit up and all he said was "please no". I didn't have to say anything because Sara told him if he didn't take all his clothes off we would go see his parents right now. He didn't actually cry but he had tears in his eyes and very slowly began to undress. Sara kept saying "hurry it up your waisting our time" with a tone of intimadation. I was glad she took charge but in a way felt sorry for him and the look on his face made it obvious he was embarrassed. When he was down to his boxer shorts he looked at me again and said "please don't make me do this". With that Sara hollared at him again telling him to "loose the shorts". When he was finally naked he just stood there with his head down and tears rolling off his cheeks. Sara was amazing because then she began a littany of insults, first asking why anyone with such a small penis would want to show it off. She told him he wasn't much of a man and wasn't the least bit appealing to women and many more insults I can't remember. He tried to cover himself with his hands a few times but Sara made him hold his hands by his sides. She made him turn around a few times and twice made him bend over and spread his cheeks apart exposing his anus and testicals from behind. I insulted him also but Sara was in charge and belittled him much more than I expected. Then she asked him if he liked to jerk off and came right out and told him to masturbate. He did hold his penis then and began jerking himself but he couldn't get an erection. He held his head down most of the time but I could tell how humiliating it was for him and he sobbed a few times without actually crying. Sara continued insulting him and when I finally thought of something derogatory to say, Sara had already said it. He was trying to masturbate but couldn't get an erection and Sara asked him if he was impotent and told him he has to be a dissapointment to girls. I think Sara at last realized he wasn't going to get hard and she asked me if we were done with him and told him to ask me if he could leave. He looked at me and said "please let me go home" , then Sara made him apoligize to me and tell me how sorry he was. I only said get dressed and go home Raymond and he got dressed four times faster than he undressed. It seemed like a long time but from the time he got here to when he went home was oly about 20 minutes or so. His window and curtains are never open anymore, I'm still friendly with his parents and when I do see him outside he says "hi" but never looks at me. Sara and I laugh about it now and I even told my boyfriend what we did to him and he thinks its histerical and can't beleive I would do such a thing. I probably never would have if it weren't for Sara. I have known her most of my life and had never seen her act the way she did with Raymond that night. She is very quite most of the time and she has admitted to me her toughness was all an act. Raymond probably thought she was a maniac and it was clear she had him afraid and intimadated.