I wrote the second tale in a couple of paragraphs then thought better of it. You see as mum told Robin her story it reminded me of events that had happened to me when I was a staff nurse. I did not leton to Robin at the time since I was busy concentrating on the website design and build.
My sister however this morning took great pleasure in telling Robin to ask me about the time I was flashed to porters. Which he as just asked me so I might as well tell you both tales.
Mum had proved to be a great sister. Well from senior managements point of view. She had reduced costs not only of her ward but of the unitsince night sisters are unit managers on a five week rota. Also her staff where far to scared not to report for duty so often came in on deaths door and worked twice as hard as normal. This hadn’t endeared mum to a number of people mainly day staff nurses. You see hospital custom wasthat the day shift got to decide where things went and ward procedures.
This resulted in a lot of imperfections according to mum and she just had to put them right.
She enters the ward her usual 10 minutes earlier than the required 10minutes before shift that you had to report. She begins to inspect immediately. Mum can’t help it, she pops in for a cuppa and starts inspecting your house, you, your life. “Ow. That hurt. Your not suppose to clip your kids anymore”.
By the time see reached the office to see three porters stood idle she was less than impressed with the state of the ward. She was just about to deal with the porters when staff nurse (the one that navy dressed her) comes out of the treatment room and says, ‘sister! You want to see the mess these students have made” Well the choice being between dealing with idle porters or messy students, messy students win, besides she can waste some of the porters time at end of shift and send a curt memo to the head porter.
She enters the treatment room and is momentarily confused since the room even by her high standards is perfect. Just at that realisation two other staff nurses (from other wards), that had been off to the side unseen as she entered, now seen as the door swung closed, grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. “Right Miss Perfect I hope you dressed properly”” staff said and with that yanked mum’s dress and apron up revealing her stocking tops and panties. Mum was powerless to do anything. “Right let’s get a porter!” staff said with that mum exploded.
“You would not dare!” “Oh I would and am”” staff said. Before mum could reply one of the others said, “If she doesn’t we certainly will”.
“Just be thankful that you are getting to keep your knickers on this time” the staff nurse said. “I’d fire you if you even thought about it” mum said. “Well!” said staff, ‘since I have and now I’m fired I might as well”. With that she grabbed mum’s knickers and yanked them all the way down to her ankles. Mum kind of screeched screamed.
Staff pulled open the door of the treatment room. Mum was now in clear view of the entry area to the office. Once the porters where called and they came out in the direction of the shout they’d see everything. Mum angled her body as best she could to be facing into the treatment room door, this would give them a side view rather than full on. “PORTERS” the staff shouted and mum froze and froze again.
The other treatment room door was flung open meaning that whoever was coming through was going to see naked bottom. Day sister and staff appeared at the office entry and mum now realised from the sounds behind her that it was the porters who where feasting on her bottom. ‘turn her so the students can see” day sister said. With that mum was angled out over so that the three student nurses got to see her thick black bush.
The porters realised the significance of this and turned to leave through the other door so that they’d be at the end of the treatment room wall and with mum now half hanging out of the door into the corridor they’d see a whole lot more than nice delightful bottom flesh.
Fortunately for mum, in their excitement they crowed each other and caused a jam at the door. The staff nurses released mum at this point and just in the nick of time she was able to cover her bush and retreat into the treatment room. Still shocked at the thought that porters had seen her sans knickers at ankles bottom on show. She still maintains that the thought of them seeing the knickers was worse than the thought of them seeing her bum. This was because they often got sight of naked female bottom moving patients, it was kind of a normal thing, but they never got to see patients knickers so this some how was more embarrassing.
I trained at the same hospital that mum and dad worked at. I was often the scapegoat for mum’s orders and protocols. They couldn’t really touch a senior sister then nursing officer. Often stories of past events would come up in quite ward time and mum being on the receiving end of more than her fair share was often the topic of conversation until a senior member of staff would caution us. So just about everyone had heard of the porter flashing incident and the student nurse incident. Some claimed he was there and some just said “We’ll never know”.
Well it had been a long week. We’d had every problem under the sun including a full blown arrest. Cardiac arrests are rare in hospital, truly, if we had as many as Casualty we’d all have PTSD. So tension was high and some practical joking was going on. Syringes of water had been squirted and dress flicked. So I was on my guard since when this behaviour occurs I’m often singled out by the other senior staff.
Well I went to put some towels away when passing by the bathroom two pairs of arms shoot out grabbed me and pulled me in. “We are going pussy flashing” my so called friend and colleague said. “No way!” I said but I had already been well and truly caught. I’ll try to describe the hold and hope since it is a common one you click to the vision. My wrist had been turned against themselves and pushed up my back. My friend had push her arms between my back and my arms holding my wrists. Consequently I was stretched up with a arched back. I couldn’t use my hands, arms or legs even to get out or prevent the next activity. To make it even worse my friend pushed my front top half flat to the wall. My other colleague now quickly pulled off my shoes and shoved (her very cold hands) up under my
dress and pulled my tights down. Now de-tighting was common especially on nights out, so I thought that they’d stop at that. No she then went back for the panties. Worried now but not too worried since I’d been depantsed a good few times and made to work commando. Now though she was busy getting the tights and panties off. So bare legged I’m pulled from the wall and pushed out into the corridor the commotion attracting students from the nurses station.
“Right, lets see now” my colleague said grabbing my hem and starting to pull it up. “No, don’t not in front of the students” I pleaded. My colleague would pull up my dress then at the last minute let it drop before starting again. The students where laughing and killing themselves doubled over. Then two doctors (housemen) enter the ward from the back stairs they see the commotion and join in clambering for “More bush less brush”. Our dresses are made of brush cotton.
“Here” says my friend holding me as see tightens her hold of the wrists but loosens the hold of the bear hug of the arms. She pushes my arms against the shoulder angle so now she is stood away from me but I’m even more off balance and daren’t try anything because it will hurt my shoulder. She now cross my arms which turns me so that my bottom is towards the crowd. ‘shall we see if her bottom is as good as her mum’s” ”my friend says and my other colleagues pick up the cue and reaches for my hem. Well I’m now frantic and nearly needing the bathroom. The hem comes up then goes down, up down, up down. Then a noticeable pause. My hem lifting colleague as straighten up and is looking at my other colleague. The look says everything. “NO” I say softly and emphatically.
She smiles, nods, close my eyes and the dress is well up. There is around of applause and the doctors and students go wild. My other friend leaves go my arms and I naturally turn away from the pull of the dress.
Big mistake. Gasps and shock horror from the students and a big whoopee from the doctors say it all. I just crouch and die laughing so hard I didn’t realise I was still a little on show.
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