“I didn’t have much money, and the stallholder said I had a nice dress. I got a bargain, and I think he was happy too.”
Sarah nodded, determined not to shed a tear despite the unbridled anger directed at her. She realised, there and then, that she hated the Reverend Mother, and she hated her methods, and that, no matter what, she resolved that she would not be cowed by her. She might obey, while the Reverend Mother had all the power, but that did not mean she was defeated. Three days naked in a convent was humiliating, but she could just about survive it.
That evening Sarah discovered a downside of her punishment: in her unclothed state, nobody would sit near her at the dinner table, or talk to her as they walked to prayer. Being ostracised was worse than being naked. At prayer she crouched, ashamed of herself, at the back of the room, begging for forgiveness because she knew that she had done wrong. Yet still, as she had after Sister Theresa’s punishment, she begged for forgiveness for the Reverend Mother, because she felt the Reverend Mother needed it even more than she did.
Sarah prayed some more within the solitude of her own room and, slipping off her stockings, she went to bed, her mind dwelling on how such a small lapse had gotten her into such deep trouble.
Read the rest of the story in The Rules of the Convent
“They say you have to face your fears, and my fear of being seen naked had been with me since puberty. I just hoped there was no-one in the class who knew me.”
I pulled out of the driveway, onto the suburban road and cruised slowly past the few houses that dotted the hillside. I had never driven this part naked before and I realised that if anyone happened to look out of a first floor window then they would be looking right down at me, and they would recognise me and the car. I also realised that I didn’t care what they thought, and the risk even turned me on.
Once I reached the quiet forest roads I relaxed slightly, but the idea that I had nothing to cover me should anything happen was thrilling. It was just me, my body, the roar of the engine and the wind rushing over me. I felt so alive, and the orgasm I had later in the privacy of my home was tremendous. I wondered if I would ever feel the need for a man again; my car and my dildo gave me everything that Tony ever had, and they asked for nothing in return, except the odd fuel stop and a new set of batteries.
So, yesterday morning, I decided to go for a drive, just as I had done on many other days. I threw my clothes onto the bed, slipped into my luscious black stilettos, put on my sunglasses and walked out to the car. I had plenty of gas to get me out and back, and as the sun was dipping the air was cooling to a perfect temperature.
“He was always trying to be the centre of attention, but I knew how to steal the show.”
Wearing nothing but a confident smile and the same white stilettos as the previous day, I stepped out from the screen holding my box of clothes. The researcher grinned. I felt more naked than I’d ever felt before as I handed everything over.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “Everyone’s nervous, and you look amazing.” I already knew that, but it was kind of her to try to reassure me.
The assistant pushed the door open for me and I walked through. It closed gently behind me and I heard the lock click.
Taking a deep breath, sucking my stomach in and pushing my chest out I took the last couple of steps into the main room of the office. My head was spinning and then, as I looked around, I thought I must be hallucinating or dreaming: why was everyone else fully dressed?
I’ve had this dream a hundred times before and I wondered if I was about to wake up. Heads began to turn towards me and I felt their eyes on my naked body. I froze and was about to turn and run for the door, but I remembered I’d just heard it lock behind me.
David, one of the senior partners, walked past me carrying a box file. I saw his eyes glance down at my breasts. “Hey, you’re looking good today Jen. Have you done your hair?” He kept walking and I saw a smirk on one of the legal secretary’s faces. My fight or flight mode was kicking in, and flight wasn’t an option.
Read the rest of The Naked Office, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts
“‘But what if the neighbours see me like this?’ I asked. ‘Then they’ll know that you’re mine and mine alone,’ she replied.”