Is it more humiliating to be stripped naked or to to be exposed?

I have recently been asked this question, which is quite an interesting one psychologically.  I have given it much thought and from my point of view I find it more humiliating to be exposed (with clothes still on, but relevant embarrassing areas on display and easily accessible) than to be stripped completely.

Nakedness is very natural to me.  For example, I go to nudist venues to sunbathe and am not in the least bit ashamed of it or my body.  I have also been in a position where my bottom, breast and genitals have been exposed and this I found extremely humiliating, despite the fact I still had clothing on.  I was much more aware of my exposed bottom (my skirt had been tucked in and I did not dare pull it down to cover my shame!) with my panties at the top of my thighs, stretching with every step I took, I struggled to resist the urge to cover my genitals with my hands (only the threat of further punishment prevented me from giving in to temptation), and my breasts were only enhanced by the under-bust corset I had been ordered to wear.  In a public situation where my audience could see my bottom and the tops of my thighs glowing red from punishment is almost too much to bear, not to mention my breasts and genitals to boot.  I don't think the same emotions would have been drawn from me if I had been completely stripped.  I would have still felt the shame of the punishment and people seeing that I had been admonished in such a way, but this method was much worse for me.  I was still dressed by all accounts but all the 'bits' we like to cover were put on display for the pleasure of all and the skirt, corset and position of my panties only enhanced my feelings of exposure.  Am I alone in this?  What do you folks think?

Night of the Cane – (Probably) The best corporal punishment party in the world.

Yes it is that time of year again folks.  Ishmael has a HUGE new venue in Romford so there will be MUCH MORE on offer this year.  Details below:

The Firms celebration of severe corporal punishment, with school classes, workshops, and the competition for the Annual Golden Cane Award. And MUCH MORE!* 7pm - 3am, Saturday 30th October, The Factory, Romford (email ishmael@the-firm.org for adddress).

Advance tickets: £20 from Zeitgeist, Holloway Road, or online at www.joannalark.com, or from Second Coming at the LFF or the LAM, or by post from Kane, 13 Riddlesdale Avenue, Tunbridge Wells, TN4 9AB (cheques to I Skyes)

It's Good to Book in Advance

Dresscode: Fetish, Academic, Uniform, Evening Dress. Soft drinks on sale, bring your own alcohol

Sexy thought for the day

I hope to feature this regularly.  This is a thought (or fantasy to be honest) that kept floating through my (rather twisted and perverted) mind while I was completing my task list for the day:

The Man of the house has returned home to find me relaxing on the sofa (probably with New Scientist knowing me!).  The house is clean, dinner is cooked, but I have not done the ironing.  Major error.  Not pleased with my idle behaviour he fetches the ironing board and iron, finds a length of chain and locks me down to the ironing board.  My bottom is bared and he removes his belt, before taking it to me until I apologize and promise to complete the task as quickly as possible.  He leaves my bottom on display and sits with me supervising my work, ready to apply the belt further if it does not meet his exacting standards.  Nervous, I iron as deftly as i can, not wanting speed to lower the quality of my work.  When I am finished he bends me over the ironing board, orders me to "present it".  I obey....

I hope you enjoyed this, please feel free to comment and share your thoughts!

Woman impaled on ironing board (installation)  Art Rotterdam 2010

Shadow Lane 2010 part 2

Ok folks time for the second marathon post on my Vegas adventure.  Here goes:

Saturday:  Naturally my day began with a morning by the pool.  I may not see any more sunlight for 12 months so now is the time to absorb.  It is also a good place to hang out with fellow spanko's and chat about upcoming events and suite parties.  Having shot with Strictly Spanking the day before, I simply HAD to visit their suite party and have some fun, so I did.  I think I managed a record 10 minutes at the party before getting myself into trouble and earning a spanking from non other than Danny Crighton!  My bottom was still sore from spankings received on Friday so naturally I was wriggling out of his grasp within a few slaps.  But to no avail.  I had a good spanking from him and was once more unable to sit comfortably.  Oh the joy!  After the party it was time for more pool time with Paul, Lucy and the Ninja before having yet another cocktail competition with the Evil One.  He won this one (his was food and even had crushed biscuit in it - how could I match that?!), though I still have pride in my electric blue margarita!  The day had passed swiftly and it was already time to prepare for the ball.  I had my 50's polka dot dress already and the Evil One had a very sexy 3 piece suit to wear (insert naughty thoughts here).  We made a (less embarrassing) late entrance and had a good evening of socializing before retiring to Lucy and Paul's suite for a party.  Being the pervert I am for women I tried to sit myself as close to Zille as possible and where I could not manage this I cursed forgetting my glasses (!).  The Evil One had not touched my bottom all evening, which made me nervous.  Naturally this did not last forever and I was spanked with increasing ferocity until my bottom was no longer able to perform its original use:  sitting.  BUT it was not over yet.  I was ordered to fetch a cane and offer my bottom to Zille for the stick (at this point my stomach lurched - clearly He had noticed me eying up the Lady.  I am not known for subtlety!), however she sadly could not oblige as she felt she would not be good enough *Sob* - (though I could understand, it was in public and if I was new to Domming I would have demurred too, for the safety of the bottom), BUT Mr Defeu came to the rescue and caned me instead, and boy it hurt!  Clearly happy with my reactions to those strokes Mr Evil found a dragon and administered 8 strokes with that right in my crease before giving the final 4 to the man I did not know who owned the cane.  That really did show me who was in charge.  Nothing like being passed over to someone at command!!  Tiredness eventually took us, however and we fell in to bed not long after play was over.

Sunday:  Today was rest day and a day with Mr Evil.  We went along the strip and I was settled in the Tropicana pool while he went off.  I also went off.  To sleep.  I had clearly had not nearly enough even for me.  I fell asleep by a pool filled with people with music blaring out.  I am an insomniac.  Ah well.  The evening was spend getting tipsy and learning about roulette (I know.  Very valuable information!!), before a late dinner and happy times with friends.  I last night of kinky fun was had before sleep (yes I know, I am not skilled in this department.  I have been told sleeping with me is like being in bed with a rotisserie chicken!).

Monday:  The day we fly back.  I would have clung on to the doorframe of my hotel room, but I had an accident with my fingers and a door earlier in the year so doors still both scare and confound me (sometimes opening them seems beyond me, despite my education!), so I left peacefully.  

It was a fantastic trip where I hung out with UK friends, caught up with US friends and made new friends.  I so wish I could do it all again :-)    

Autumnal sun in my garden

I woke up to a beautiful morning for my day of domesticity.  The leaves in the garden are just beginning to turn and the birds were singing in the trees (yes in my part of London it can still seem quite bucolic at times).  There is of course only one thing for it when the head soars and aches for natural beauty.  Vaughan Williams Lark Ascending.  I am still listening to it (for the third time) while I post this.  It is a highly popular piece that I am sure you have all heard, but just in case you have not or do not have a copy, here is a link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1m9n8ZU3MlE

Enjoy folks.  Preferably high up on the hills where there is not another person to be seen for miles.  Quite what has brought this mood on I am not sure, but I think myself and my ipod (with much Vaughan Williams on it) should go for a walk up on the Heath.  

Until later, when I hope to come back to Earth and post more about spanking exploits.

Shadow Lane 2010

Hello folks!  I am still resting up with a cold (woman flu - not nearly as serious as man-flu), but the brain needs some use, so here I am.  As promised, a post about Shadow Lane 2010.  It was to be a super British invasion once more with Lucy McLean and Paul Kennedy of Northern spanking, Amy Hunter, Stephen Lewis,  Mr Black, Andi Switch, Nicole Switch and of course myself (there are others I cannot name here).  here is a day by day account, from my perspective:

Wednesday:  This was our arrival day.  Despite jet-lag I was ready to go and we got to the hotel, ready to unpack super quick to get out in the sun.  The rainy season in UK is known to last 365 days, so I could not wait to experience visual on a blue sky :-0 .  Before you could say 110F I was in my shiny bikini and down the pool with others  to soak up the rays:

What a poser!!!!  As the sun dipped in the sky it was time for FOOOOOOD!  Yes, on holiday I ignore any diets I am on and go for it.   Going for it also includes ordering obscene cocktails, where an opening competition began:  Who can find the silliest cocktail on the menu and order it?  I did not win this!!!  Silliness reigned supreme until finally tiredness set in.  It was time for bed (which was not undisturbed - but I am certainly not complaining to my union ;-)  )

Thursday:  Yes, I began the day in my default pose:  On a sun-lounger soaking up the sun.  However, my bottom had already tasted six strokes of the cane that morning and many more with a belt made of stirrup leather.  I had been in Vegas less than 24 hours and already I was not sitting comfortably!  A lazy day by the pool ended with meeting up with Paul and Co. for a trip down the strip to Margaritaville.  Yes, you have guessed it, more competitions on who can order the silliest cocktail.  I won this time with an electric blue number, but sadly no sparkler or paper umbrella.  There was a very sexy show at the bar with a woman (semi-naked, it's the rules!) doing a dance in water, finishing on what looked like a giant fish hook.  Naturally I had to expand my cultural experiences by watching this from beginning to end ;-)

Friday:  A busy day today.  I had the privilege of filming with a new American company Strictly Spanking Videos, headed up by Coach Mike Tanner and Jules.  This was a great video, if very tough both physically and mentally.  They ask you to give them something true to life that you think needs dealing with, so I obliged and sent them my own error that needed correcting.  I am not quite sure how he did it but within minutes of the punishment beginning I was struggling to hold it together emotionally (I did, I AM British after all!), and this was not simply a result of the spanking but what he said to me during the punishment.  The family strap he used at the end really did break me so when he sent me to the corner I was almost in tears.  I broke when I was told to face him and explain myself once more.  The tears flowed and there was nothing I could do to stop them.  Like the other rare occasions this has happened, I found this terribly cathartic.  They were great to film with and made me feel so very comfortable.  I loved it so thank you guys!

After the shoot I needed to rest up and meet up with a friend.  Josie Harrison-Marks had arrived at the hotel for the Vendors Fayre held later and had text me asking if I fancied a drink.  Well, who am I to refuse?!  We had some good times and I quickly felt tipsy.  I blame the spanking before.  I AM responsible.  Before long it was time to prepare for the vendor fayre and I was to show Lucy, Amy, Nicole and Josie the dance I had prepared to go with the music track composed by Amy Hunter for Northern Spankings Spankumentary film HOT FUZZ.  I had been asked by Lucy for loads of ass shaking and jiggling, so Swan Lake this was not!  Oh the bitter humiliation!!!!  BUT it did not end there.  The fayre awaited and we were all FAR too sober to perform my dance in front of 300 people who know us well.  Not much we can do about it.  Andi Switch escorts us through the casino and into the ballroom.  Before the Earth could swallow us up the music began.  I was so embarrassed I just went for it:  My old career taught me to never show embarrassment on the face when performing.  RELIEF though when it was over as everyone who watched loved it.  Here is a picture I have seen on Zille Defeu's blog  (who was wearing a beautiful Bettie Page dress that night:  I had bad thoughts whenever I looked at her ;-)):

Later, the ballroom descended into spanking and I am never one to feel left out so Amy and I got down to it.  This picture is also courtesy of Zille, so please go look at her musings of the Shadow Lane event:

It looks like we are having FAR too much fun!!!!  Ok folks, the rest is for another day.  I shall finish off my musings tomorrow on Shadow Lane.  A thank you to Eve and Tony for organizing this fabulous event year on year.

Away and Back

Hello folks.  I am sorry for the lack of post, I have been away at the Shadow Lane party with the Northern Spanking crew.  I got back earlier this week horrifically tired and jet-lagged, and now have a cold.  I will post something on Vegas when I am better, I promise.  Including a pic of me posing by the pool!

If you are waiting for e-mail from me about sessions I have answered them today and will be back in action next week.  I am sorry again for the delay folks. xxx