I confess that I love being seen nude. I am male, approaching late middle age and I have always felt comfortable in my own skin as it were. I remember as - Simply Confess

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I confess that I love being seen n***. I am male, approaching late middle age and I have always felt comfortable in my own skin as it were.

I remember as a youngster I was very confident with changing into and out of swimming trunks and letting those around me have a look at my young n*** body if they chose. This continued until I was approaching my teenage years. And I never felt uncomfortable in the slightest. Far from it. I would often stay n*** for some time on the beach. If my family went on holiday with friends then their children (my friends) of a similar age to me would painstakingly change into and out of swimwear underneath strategically placed towels clasped tightly to cover any potential embarrassment.

By contrast and much to the amazement of both my friends and their accompanying parents I would strip off – even in front of girls who would openly look and giggle amongst themselves. None of this ever bothered me. And in some ways I enjoyed both the attention of those around me and especially the sensation of the warm sun on my body.

My reason for sharing some context is to help in understanding my first recollection of being forcibly stripped and how this started to shape a kink that continued to evolve in future years.

I recall that at the age of 9 I was playing with my brother and his friend in the garden. Both were 2 years younger than I and so I possessed a certain physical advantage when against one of them on their own but this was turned in their favour when they united as my opponents. We played a game of chase, which was very innocent and in line with many such games we had played in the past.

This all changed when I was captured by the two of them and restrained by one sitting on my shoulders and the other on my legs. From nowhere. my brother’s friend shouted. “Let’s strip him!”. My immediate reaction was that they were of course joking. I was soon proven very wrong as my t-shirt was lifted above my head and removed from my body, My shorts followed. So I was lying out on the grass in just my underwear and still held in place by my 2 captives. And this is where I anticipated that their fun at my expense would stop. But, not for the first time, my belief in the goodness of human nature was misplaced as my underwear was ripped from my body leaving me stark naked.

And as I lay there I could look up at the window of my elderly neighbour Mrs Black. She and I did not get on as we endured an ongoing feud about her refusal to return my football to me on the not infrequent occasions when our enthusiasm would send it into her garden. And now Mrs Black was standing in her bedroom window with a perfect view of me naked and defeated. She stood smiling and smirking at my predicament. No doubt she felt that this would dent my confidence in our future negotiations and leave her with the upper hand.

After what seemed an age but probably was no more than half a minute, I was allowed to my feet, as my brother and his friend were still creasing with laughter at their clever victory. They knew I would have revenge but today belonged to them. Mrs Black was still observing and seemed to be enjoying herself more than anyone else. as I stood there letting her look at my body.

And that is where this particular story should end: with me humiliated and having learned the valuable lesson that being stripped against my will did not necessarily leave me with the same positive experience as stripping on my terms. At least not at that point in my life.

But of course that is not where this story ends. And that will keep for another day…

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.