AI art by me…which I promptly deleted before Night Cafe could get mad again…lol

ENF is a genre of erotic fiction for Embarrassed Naked Female…hence the play on words ENF or Enough for now. I was inspired by the works of JL Collins. I have borrowed the title from her compilation of short stories. I recommend them.

Siobhan felt the cold draft of air spilling over her bare skin.

She’d awakened on the couch in her best friend’s living room.  Well, the house belonged to her father, but Siobhan and Reena had been best friends for years.  

Last night, they’d gone out clubbing to celebrate Siobhan’s twenty-fifth birthday.  They’d drunk a little more than they should, flirted a little more than they should, and come home alone only because Reena reminded her friend what her dad was like, so it wasn’t a good idea to “hook up” last night.

They’d come home and try to be quiet, but they giggled and got ready for bed.  The plan had been for Siobhan to sleep with Reena, but that didn’t seem to work out.  Siohbhan had woken up on the couch with just a small, thin sheet covering her nakedness.  

The first order of business was to locate her clothes.  She was on her knees looking under the couch with her bare ass in the breeze spilling from somewhere, but no sign of her skirt or top!

“Lose something?”  She jumped out of her skin at the rich, bass voice of Reena’s father.  He was somewhere behind her.  Right now.  With full view of…oh God.  Her heart raced.

“Um…” She stammered and began to rise.  The sheet was all crumpled on the floor by her knees and on the wrong side to do any chance of covering her from his gaze.  

“Leave the sheet where it is.” He told her.

She swallowed.  “Yes, Sir.” She whispered.  Closing her eyes tightly, she tried to breathe.  “May…May I get up, Sir?” She asked.

Siobhan’s body became filled with little prickles of heat all over it!  She knew why, but prayed he didn’t.  She knew she was a naughty, little exhibitionist anyway, so her body was becoming aroused as he looked at her. What made it worse was that she’d had a massive crush on Reena’s dad for nine years now!

“Hmm.” He hummed and approached closer.  “Not yet.” He replied as he walked past her to sit in his recliner.  She was now facing him, and rising would mean a full showing of the rest of her.  

“Feeling embarrassed?” He chuckled as he sat.

“Yes, Sir.” She tried not to whine, but it didn’t work out so well.

“You’re in my house.  My living room.  My rules.  So I’m not feeling too bad about that. Shae.”  He called her Shae his own nickname for her.  She adored it.

“Understood.” She replied and gave it up.  Rising, she sat back on her heels and made no moves to cover her breasts or her pussy.  What was the use?  She left her eyes on the floor.

This did NOT help at all!

She was naked and kneeling before a man she knew was a very dominant personality.  She knew he had house rules.  She was also no stranger to being over his lap for a spanking, but that had been three years ago for the last one.  Reena’s dad was strict but reasonably so.  The girls knew the rules and understood the consequences of breaking them.

Reena’s dad was retired but had held strong leadership roles throughout his career.  He was used to being obeyed and made no secret of his BDSM activities from his daughter or her friend.  They’d been insulated from the majority of it, but they knew it happened.

“I put your clothes in the wash.  That’s why you can’t find them.  You may thank me for the sheet.  You had none when I first came in here.” He told her with frustrating calm.

Shae bit her lower lip.  He’d seen it all anyway?  Her nipples ached now, and she could feel her wetness getting drippy between her thighs.  Embarrassed Naked Female fetish was something that had made her cum more than once before in reading about it or…being caught in it.  She still slept naked on purpose anyway.

“Thank you, Sir.” She whispered.  “Thank you for washing my clothes, too.”

“You’re welcome, Shae.  You’ve always had good manners, at least.” He responded.  

“Thank you, Sir.” She replied.  She couldn’t help it! Shae knew she was a submissive down to her toes, and anytime a dominant compliments you, thank them…or face the consequences…oh god, consequences.

“I found the denim hanky you call a skirt and the sequenced crop top, but no bra or panties?” He asked.

A fresh way of humiliation rushed through her at what he was going to make her confess.  A moan did escape her lips now…she couldn’t help it.  If the air moved the right or wrong way right now, she’d orgasm right in front of him! 

“Well?” His voice dropped into a tone.  

Shae closed her eyes and her body began to writhe as the arousal had gone too far.  Tone meant someone was getting their ass blistered soon.  She hadn’t heard it towards her for three years.  Reena had been told it a few times and marched up to her room to be paddled or spanked away from Shae.  Those had been for grades or other rules she’d broken on her own.  Her dad didn’t believe in waiting.

Shae kept impeccable grades and followed all his rules, so she never had to hear that tone.  

“Head to the floor until you’re done.” He snapped.

She bent forward and placed her forehead on the floor, her body continuing its rhythmic movements.   It was quiet, and she could hear the clock on the mantle ticking away.  

He’d been watching her because as soon as she’d calmed, he spoke up again.  “Rise up again…as before.” He told her.

She obeyed.  There was never any question she’d abide by his words.  She knew it, and he was aware of it, too.  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She murmured.

“Don’t be.  Reena’s the same way with exhibitionism.  I’m not surprised you are affected by it.  I find it…flattering.” His voice told her he was smiling.

She shrugged, not knowing what to say to that.  With a sigh, she looked up into his face.

He was older, but Shae had no problem with that at all.  In fact, older men were very desirable these days, and she had more than one or two friends who were in relationships with men more than twice their age.  

His eyes were almost a tealish grey.  They saw everything or felt like they did.  She usually felt naked before him, but not quite like this.  He arched one eyebrow, and she knew what he was waiting for.

“Reena and I came home later than we were supposed to by two hours, Sir.  No, I wasn’t wearing any underwear…even before going clubbing, Sir.” In case he thought she’d lost it that way.  Why did that matter?  She didn’t know.

“I see.  I’ll figure Reena was dressed the same?” He asked.

Shae looked at him with misery in her eyes.  She didn’t want to tattle on her friend but…too damn bad.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Did you choose to sleep naked down here?” He asked.

She sat up a little at that.  “No, Sir.  Honest.  I was supposed to be in Reena’s room like usual…but…” she knew she was going to say it, “I sleep naked anyway.”

He grinned.  “I know.”

She felt a hot blush.  Of course, he knew.  

“Shiobhan.” He called to her.

Her eyes widened.  He’d never used her full name before.

“Yes, Sir?” She asked.

“You’re now twenty-five, an adult woman, and not my daughter.  Do we agree so far?” He asked.

She slowly nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

“Should I feel shame in enjoying seeing you naked and kneeling before me?” He asked.

Shae frowned.  “I…I guess not, Sir.”

“Good, because I don’t.  At all.  I am enjoying finding you like this, embarrassing you, and torturing you a little for my amusement.” He grinned.  “You need punishing anyway.”

She nodded.  “I know I do, Sir.”

“So, do you enjoy being naked and kneeling before me, Shae?” He asked.

Licking her lips, Shae straightened a little and let her knees part a bit, not even to try to hide herself.  “I…I obviously do, Sir.  Yes.”

He nodded.  “Arms being your back, hold your elbows, stick out your chest.”

Without thought, she did as commanded.  Her body came alive once more as she blatantly showed her nudity to him.  

“Good girl.” He said the two words softly.

She moaned and whimpered.  “Thank you, Sir.” She could barely speak because she was so close to orgasm again.

“I will not excuse another orgasm without permission, am I understood?” He asked.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir.”

“Did either of you have sex last night?” He asked.

Shae felt her eyes nearly pop out.  “What?  No, Sir!  No!  I swear, we didn’t.”

He laughed.  “Why not?”

God, she was going to have to tell him she would have if Reena hadn’t stopped her.  She wanted so badly to lie to him, but knew what that would mean.  She’d seen Reena get her mouth washed out twice in nine years.  She then got the belt over the back of this very couch.

He never punished Shae those times but did make her watch so she’d learn better.  It was working right now.  She haltingly confessed the truth to him and began to look down.

“Eyes.” He commanded.

She kept her eyes up.

“Well, what do you think should happen now?” He asked.

Reena hated this, too.  He made Reena tell him what her punishments should be.  If she was too lenient on herself, then it was way worse.  He was teaching them to be fair with him.

She sighed.  “Definitely…a spanking, Sir.  Over your lap, as…is..” She glanced down at herself.

“Yes.  And?” He prompted.

Her eyes flickered to the couch.  “The belt, Sir.”

“How much of it?” He asked.

“A lot of it, Sir.” She squirmed.

He nodded.  “I agree.  We will now take care of those two parts.  You will then go move your laundry and begin to make us some brunch…naked…you may wear an apron to avoid burns.”

She nodded.  “Thank you, Sir.”

“I’m tempted to blister you with the wooden spoon, too.”  He commented.

There was a three-foot-long wooden spoon that had always been used for birthday spankings and kitchen paddlings.

“Well…it was my birthday, Sir.” She shrugged.  “Times…two?” She suggested.

“Fifty swats, huh?” He rubbed his chin.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.  Twenty-five each side.  Then…the…belt, Sir?” She stammered.

His eyes searched hers.  “Hmm…spanking, then paddling, then…while you start moving laundry, I’ll go upstairs and give Reena the same treatment.”  

She nodded.  “Thank you, Sir.”  She knew he’d understand why she was grateful.  He was being fair.

“Would you like me to bring her down first so you have a better view?” He grinned.

Shae couldn’t help the wicked returning grin.  “Yes, please, Sir.”

“Then after brunch, you both will get the belt over the couch at the same time.”  He nodded to himself.  “I’ll make a list of chores to be done around the house today AND in the yard.”

Her eyes widened.  She knew what he meant.  Naked gardening with very red bottoms…was what he had in mind.  

“Will…will you be watching over us, Sir?” She whispered.

“Of course.” He nodded.  “You’re my responsibility now.  Unless…”

“Sir?” She waited at his pause.

“Well, you aren’t my daughter.  I won’t be just spanking, paddling, and whipping you like you were.  I will for Reena, but you?” He sighed.  “Why do you think I’ve held off for three years?  You’re going to be able to feel how it makes me react to have you over my lap in a few minutes.”

“And?” She prompted.

“And, you need to decide if you’re okay with that because if you aren’t, then you can get dressed and go home without any of this.  Reena will stay and be punished, but you?  No.  If you submit to me in this, then…you are submitting to me in this.  Am I understood?”  He leaned back and waited.

Shae and Reena had seen a couple of young women in their early thirties who had been there the morning after, making him breakfast in a very short robe and sitting very gingerly.  They’d both been wearing leather collars that were small but noticeable.  He’d told the girls that, yes, those had been visiting submissives who had begged to spend the night with him.

“You are.  May I ask a question, please?” She begged.

He nodded.

“Do you…have…a..submissive now or recently?” She stammered it out.

His eyes grew deeper, and his smile widened.  “No and no.  I haven’t had a kept submissive for almost nine years now.  Just temps or play partners.”

“May I ask…why not, Sir?” She knew she was being bold, but this was important!

His eyebrows arched high.  “Can’t you tell?  Did you ever notice the hair color of the women you did see here?” He asked.

Shae thought about it and…both of them.  Both women had been Gingers…like her.  

He nodded.  “That’s why, Siobhan.” He used her full name once more.

She nodded once more.  Her heart threatened to burst from her chest.  He wanted her.  He’d wanted her for a long time.  He’d tried to be good about it.  He was obviously done being good about it.  So, how did she feel about that?

“I chose…no.” She shook her head.  “I beg to submit to my punishments and to you, Sir.  Will you accept it?  Me?” She asked.

His eyes blazed now, and Shae was once again on the brink of orgasm just from his gaze!  “Better fetch the spoon then, little Shae.” He told her.

She’d never moved so quickly to get a spanking and paddling in her life before, and she didn’t care that he was laughing at her enthusiasm.  

Shae stirred the eggs in the pan while she heard Reena getting the spoon now.  She would go and peek every once in a while to watch.  She’d think she’d not have enough juice to still be wet after her punishments, and then the deep, deep fingering he’d done to her as she vowed obedience to him.

Shae licked her lips at the memory of the taste of him on her tongue.

“Miss?” Reena’s soft voice came from the kitchen doorway.

“Reena?” Shae turned.  Shae was the kink domestic goddess in an apron and nothing else but a dark red bottom.

“Yes, Miss.” Reena’s eyes were on the floor.  “Daddy asked me to come help with things in here, Miss.”

“And?” Her dad’s voice rang out.

“And if I don’t obey well, then you may spank me for it, Miss.  Or…paddle…or…” Reena shrugged.  “May I hug you, Miss?”

Shae nodde,d and her friend ran to her and they embraced.

“It’s about damned time, Miss,” Renna whispered fiercely in Shae’s ear.  

“We’re still both getting the belt later…an equalizer?” Shae offered.

“Maybe.  It’ll be different, but good.  We’ll do it together.” Renna turned to show off her marks to Shae, who did the same in return.

Shae saw Sir watching from the doorway with a pleased smile on his face.  Sir liked rules, like structure, and enjoyed keeping his girls in red bottoms and doing chores.