Hello,
I used to feel a little self conscious at our old apartments before we moved into our house. Although we had physical privacy at the apartment, you could always hear people; people outside at the pool, which was right next to our first floor apartment. You could hear people outside talking, going up and down stairs.
Most of the time, when I am disciplined rather than bare bottomed o-t-k, Billy instructs me to go to our bedroom, to undress completely, and to lay on our bed, bottoms up, with the covers pulled down, but not over me, with my head at the pillows and my feet at the bottom of the bed, and to wait. As I undressed, I would feel self conscious knowing there were people outside at the pool, just a few feet away. I did not feel that way if I was undressing or changing clothes for any other reason. As I laid there and waited for Billy, I would hear them outside and think, if they, many of whom were our friends, only knew what was happening to me... just a short distance away, would they feel any differently about us?
I was always afraid that if I could hear them, they must be able to hear us. I would think what if they or anybody in the apartment heard the sound of the slaps or my sobs and cries. Billy would turn up the tv or some music a little, but still, what if?
Then, I decided I didn't care. If someone overheard and and asked questions, they would just have to know that I had been a bad girl and my husband was punishing me. We didn't want to beat a non DDer over the head with our lifestyle and it was private, but I was not going to be any more embarassed about it than if someone had heard me screaming during sex. The only person who ever asked any questions was my best friend. When I told her, she told me she though so, winked at me, and told me, "Lucky you. That's cool".
Take Care,
Lisa