My next initiation was the most humiliating experience of my life. At the time it had two very contradictory effects on me. Firstly, it really made me question if I wanted to be in “nursing” not being a nurse but “in nursing”. With this was a deep uneasy about my relationship with my father and with men in particular. I know this sounds odd. My father behaved very caringly to me. But I felt that I had been traumatically destroyed as his little girl and made into a woman.
Secondly, it aroused me more than the previous two strippings and streaks. The irony is that I really love been stripped and more but it tends to be my sister and others that get stripped.
So what was this horrible event. Well I was on a late shift when staff called me into the office. “Your father asked if you could go over and see him” staff said. Dad had agreed to take me home that night. I thought perhaps something had come up and there’d been a change of plan.
I walked over to his unit and knocked on his office door. There was no reply. I thought he must be on one of the wards. I walked across the wide corridor and lift area to the entrance to the first ward. A student nurse from the intake above mine approached. “Is Nursing Officer Green on the ward?” I asked. “Yes your dad is in the bottom bathroom fixing a leak” the student said. I always referred to my father in his proper title at work but everyone always seemed to reply back using dad, father, etc. I thought it was just like him to be fixing the leak himself rather than getting one of the on call plumbers.
I entered the bath room but before I could get fully in to see if dad was in there I heard a door behind me open and the noise of a group of people come out into the corridor and before I could turn felt the pressure of the group push me into the bathroom. Once inside I knew full well that there was no father, and probably no message. The four students all third years now grabbed me and pushed me forward and with a leg block down to the floor.
My shoes where off before I could mount any fight back. “What”” was all I could at first manage. Then “Please I’ve been initiated once already” I said. “Well this will make two” the obvious leader said. I now began to struggle thinking that reason would prevail to that point. My arms where held at the wrist pulled upwards and backwards with a twist so where no use to me. I tried to flay my legs around but that proved ineffective. The leader was easily able to pull my dress zip down then unhook my bra. I had already began wondering how they intended to strip me. Then I became worried that stripping but something else was on there mind.
Next two hands went up my dress and reached for my tights and began pulling them down. As the hands and tights neared my knickers these where captured too. Soon they where down past my knees then off completely. The other spare nurse now helped the leader pull up my dress. It was soon passed my bare bottom. The excitement was electrifying. The nurses holding my arms now placed their feet on the small of my back and pulled my arms making my body raise off the floor. This allowed the other two nurses to pull my dress up under my breasts. With a little pushing it was then forced over my head bring my loosened bra with it. Now the dress and bra was pushed up my arms and my captors did a quick bit of juggling to have me naked.
They now relaxed their hold of my wrists and turn my arms so they unlocked. I could now fight and began to but they had too tight a grip and the other two helped them and at the same time dragged me up off the floor. They now grabbed my feet and lifted me fully off the floor. Now I was really panicked and begging to be let go. I hadn’t mind the stripping but I felt something else was coming. It was a bath of freezing cold water. I was dunked right in no time to prepare. The cold took my breath away and I exclaimed, “You bitches just wait” they laughed at my protestation. They pushed me under ensuring I was completed soaked.
I thought now they will be done but no. They pulled me out of the bath head first and as my ankles reached the side of the bath they fell out hitting the ground. They pinned me too the floor and commented on my “nice little buds” and that I was ‘springing out all over”. The leader student nurse had her back to me doing something. I was straining hard to see. “You want to know what she’s doing” one of them said. I nodded.
Leaning forward down to my ear she whispered, “so would we”. They laughed again. My body shivering with the cold.
The leader now turned and I could see. “NO, please no, not that not that” I said pathetically tragically and must of all with no sense of any authority to change what was about to happen. I tried to get up but was very firmly pinned. The leader nurse positioned herself where I could see. She took the brush and lathered it with the soap. She brushed it in far to diligently and it started things off down below. I was soon white bearded and looking quite ridiculous in the mirror that was soon to change. It took the highly proficient student four strokes of the razor to have me shaved clean. A few smaller strokes tidied things up.
“Okay your done please let me go” I said. ‘done not by far bring her over here” the lead nurse said. I was tied to the towel rail which was secured to wall and floor. Next I was blind folded. I could tell that they had left but I called out any way, “Hello, hello can anyone hear me?”.
It was very exciting and scary sitting there nude. I had allsorts of visions running through my head. Mainly about porters. I heard foot steps along the corridor, male footsteps. I thought this is it this is the big one flashed at porters by my colleagues. Then no doctors much better doctors one might see me and marry me. One never as. The last person I expected was my father even though this was his unit.
The door open and I froze. Silence. Then dad’s voice, “Sandra”. “OH go away” I said. Trying to shoo him like a fly. He came over and untied my left hand and I immediately shoot it down to cover my genitals. We where a very open family and dad had seen me naked often since I matured. This like mum on her ward was difference. He undid my other had the arm shooting across to cover my breasts. I was now sitting naked blindfolded soaking wet on a hospital floor with my father. He reached and undid the blindfold. That just made it 10 no 100 times worse. “Put it back on” I said. Dad looked puzzled, shook his head and said, “I’ll get a towel”.
“No don’t I’ll be fine” I said. I wanted him out and not back.
The student nurse that greeted me brought me a towel. “From your dad” she said I took it. ‘come on have a warm shower I’ll guard your clothes and you” she said. “No thanks I’ll be all right” I said shivering. ‘don’t be silly sister promise” that was our way of say you can really trust me I’ll die rather than surrender your clothes. Just one stag I had to cross four feet of corridor in just a towel. The student brought my clothes for me. I showered and chatted to the student. We became great friends and still write to each other she married and moved away.
For weeks after I couldn’t look at dad. On the way home that night and for the next few times we where alone in the car we did not speak. Sometime later we where both off together and met around a late breakfast. We looked at each other smiled and burst out laughing. We then talked and joked about the ordeal.
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