“The press wrote it up as a wardrobe malfunction, but I needed the publicity and knew exactly what I was doing.”
Free Publicity
ENF
ENF (embarassed nude female) stories, pictures or anything else
I Don’t Remember Being Nude
“Photos from New Year began to circulate and, I have to admit, I don’t remember everything that happened that night.”
New Year’s Resolutions
Standard“New Year’s Resolutions:
1. Do more exercise
2. Be more body confident
And then I had an idea to combine the two.”
January Sales
“I won’t get to show it off until summer, but now could be the perfect time to pick up the perfect bag that goes with absolutely nothing.”
A Day Playing Games
“Winter is a time for staying at home and playing games with friends. All the better when the games have consequences.”
Be Careful What You Wish For
“As we began to share our fantasies I confessed to being turned on by the idea of being bound naked. Little did I think my wish was soon to become true.”
Dry January
“With so many people doing a ‘dry January’ we needed every incentive we could think of to bring more customers to the bar.”
January Blues
“I find January such a depressing month. Sometimes the ennui that takes hold of me is so strong that even dressing myself takes more effort than I care to give to it.”
A New Toy
“Ellie had a new camera to play with, and guess who she wanted as her first subject?”
Stripped For My Sins
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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
Kara Bryn 