Nursing in the Family (Margaret's Tale) by George

Adventures of a former Nurse turned Sales Representative

This post as been updated with Margaret’s permission to use her full name and give a few more personal details. When theses tales started Margaret was 28 years old. The year was 1970. Margaret is about 5ft 7inches, tall for a woman. She has black hair, a moderate bust, but will wear very tight jumpers or blouses, which make her breasts, seem much larger than they are. Especially when her nipples pop out which they often do. She as always worked out, long before it became fashionable. So she had then as now good muscular legs, and no cellulite. I’ve never seen Margaret nude but I can imagine she has a very firm body still, no fat or flabby bits. So back then she was a real cracker.

I said I would post some of Margaret’s adventures. Margaret was the sister who became a sales rep. She tells the following tale(s) often, when the girls get reminiscing.

She had worked hard to get her figure back after having her baby. She felt unable to go back to work as a full time nurse. A friend said they knew a medical supplies company that was looking for a sales rep. Back in those days reps where all men. Margaret went for the interview, being surprised she gotten an interview, and was more surprised that she got the job.

The first few weeks she worked with different guys learning the product line, the pitch, and just how to do the job. She’d been around a few times when the guys had gotten up to hi-jinx. I won’t spoil the fun by saying what here.

Anyway she had made her first order. A small nursing home that had ordered from the company before but tended to shop around for the best deals at the time. Not being big enough to command a discount for staying loyal. The boss congratulated her and the guys in the sales office applauded her. Then the head sales man said that she now had to carryout the first ‘sale’ ritual in order to keep the great god of sales happy. Sale’s staff are apparently very superstitious. Margaret knew what this ritual involved for the guys; she had seen it during her first/second week. The guys seemed to be egging her on. She felt that she needed to be part of the team since she was working on commission and hadn’t yet built up her own client base. The care home had been given to her by the husband of the friend who’d pointed her in the direction of the job.

She clarified the nature of the ritual and the guys said they where happy with her proposal. She stood up kicked off her shoes and the guys started to slow clap quietly. She then reached behind her back and pulled the zipper of her dress down. The guys clapping getting progressively a little louder and faster as it went on. She then pulls the dress off to be in her slip, and the guys start chanting “Sale, sale, sale” as well as clamping and cheering, she then walks up to the board and puts it up on the broad (A piece of paper pinned in place by a drawing pin). The guys applaud her and give her hugs and kisses. She says on this occasion she didn’t feel anything in particular other than, “Lets get it over with”, and rationalising it as “I’m not especially sexy, they’d much prefer to have me clothed as half stripped”.

Over the next couple of weeks she was still finding it impossible to get her own business. One of the guys said that he had two time wasters that she could have and if she turned them to sales he didn’t want a cut. “Great” Margaret said. Just one catch says the other sales rep; if you get a sale from them you have to write it on the board in just knickers and bra. Margaret blushed a little and only agreed to it the next day after a sleepless night. She’d reasoned that the guys would be gentlemen and that showing she could be a sport and part of the team would enhance her chances of getting the crumbs off the guys. She had to confirm the deal in front of all the other sales reps, so there was no backing out. The general public may be right about not trusting sales staff, but to each other their word is their honor so to speak. Well Margaret turns out to be a great sales person. And takes down both sales.

The end of the week comes when the sales reps are putting up their sales on the board it comes to Margaret’s turn and she stands slips off her shoes, undoes her blouse sexily revealing her slip, takes off her skirt and then her slip. She goes to write up on the board but the guys make her take off her nylons as well. She does noting the terms of the contract. The guys all give her hugs and kisses once more. Margaret says she was blushing but also giggling like mad. She put her head in her hands a number of times, and put her hand to her mouth saying, “I can’t believe I’m doing this” and “I can’t believe I’ve let you talk me into this”.

Over the next few weeks each guy in turn gives her a time waster lead. Nine times out of ten she turns them into sales. So she spends a little time each Friday in her underwear. Slowly she begins to think that the guys are now deliberately sacrificing good leads in order to see her scantly dressed. Friday afternoons take on a whole new atmosphere from very serious dreaded overtones to very lighthearted. Even when guys fail to meet the grade the manager and head sales seem less angry and annoyed than they use to be. Also Margaret notes that the guys seemed to be having a competition within a competition and she began to figure she might be the prize.

In the original post I quickly passed over the forfeits at this point not really remembering the details. Margaret insisted upon the more complete and detailed list being posted. In order to assist the process she produced her diary that contained as she put it, “All her blushes”.

Friday 7th August, in white panties and bra, Friday 14th August, white bra, panty-girdle, tan stockings, Friday 21st black bra, panties, tights, and slip, Friday 28th August cream bra and panties, Friday 4th September black bra, panties, stockings and heels, Friday 11th & 18th holiday and no sales, Friday 25th September very brief panties and bra purple, Friday 2nd October black lacy panties and bra (Margaret says on reflection a bad choice the guys got to see nipples and wisps of pubic hair), Friday 9th October black, panties and bra with heels.

The head sales men came to her one day and said that his book was full and he had to ditch a repeater. He said she could have it. Explanation here. The sales staff where on commission only to a maximum income per month. The head sales guy was above his commission so he was wasting time servicing a contract that didn’t really pay him. The idea was to have two or three big repeaters who made your bread and butter so you only had to work minimum hours. A repeater is a customer who as a standard weekly order or at least monthly. So a repeater even a small one, which it was, would be great for Margaret. Margaret thanked him and asked what back door slice he wanted. Normally what would happen is that the top sales guys would ditch a sale to the junior if they where over book and take a back hander. The head sales guy, whispered in her ear. Margaret really did blush asked for time to think about it and was given an hour. She said yes, with a proviso, the head agreed.

The end of week sales meeting came and Margaret’s turn came around. The head sales guy said for the guys to leave the room, which they all did, including the head. The room had a large internal window. Margaret locked the door. All the guys thought that once more she was stripping to underwear as they looked in through the window. Margaret stripped to her underwear and then removed her bra, then her knickers. She says that it was just the next logical step. She’d been expecting one of the guys to eventually ask for the absence of bra and or panties. This was the time. She says she shook a bit and had that scary trembling excited shaking feeling but rather quite enjoyed it. She says that she can clearly remember shaking her breasts and bottom making the guys scream in delight and high five each other.

Margaret now had enough money coming in to make going to work worthwhile. She also liked the camaraderie. She’d turned a good few of her time wasters into small repeaters; she managed to get the odd additional order out of the rest on occasions. But she’d not brought any new business into the company. One day driving around she spots a new building being built. It turns out to be a residential home for naughty boys. She pitches up to the residential home’s manager and gets a new business contract out of it.

The head salesman who was very superstitious (Margaret says to the point of having Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) insist on the ritual to the god of sales be preformed, for new business. This is explained to Margaret who becomes very bashful. She’d done another naked board and a topless one I think but always with the guys locked out.

Anyway, Margaret is persuaded to do the ritual. Mainly because at this point in time her marriage was on the rocks, she was very low, and she needed the income to protect her and the little one. Her hubby drinking mostly what he earned.

The Friday sales meeting came. Margaret enters the room pushing the tea trolley. The ritual requires that she serve each guy a cream cake, which she’s brought, and his tea. Normally they just had biscuits and occasionally if it was some one’s birthday (that reminds me, must tell you about birthdays) chocolate biscuits. The guys give Margaret a good looking up and down. She was use to their looks by now. She finished by serving herself and the meeting proceeds. She walks out front and puts her new business sale up on the board not needing to undress. The meeting finishes, the guys clap and applaud, and cheer. Margaret stands quickly and covers her naked breasts and black pubic patch, and runs out to dress.

Here’s the background information, Margaret had stripped off in the ladies toilets. This meant her walking up the ground floor corridor to the stairs and up to the first floor kitchen. She’d have to pass the open door of the secretaries’ office. They get a quick glimpse before filing out to the kitchen area to watch her set the trolley. Normally this was the sales secretaries job. They think she’s mad to go along with the guys but point out that they’d seen just about all of them nude in the kitchen over the years. Margaret says that this forfeit was the easiest and most frightening. The guys had seen her nude on two occasions now, but this was more like her doing it rather than being forced to do it. She felt she was doing something more normal, serving cakes and tea, and this made it frightening rather than sexily a turn on. It was easier because the guys just got use to her being sat there naked and stopped looking at her nudity and just looked at her. At the end when it was over she realized what she had just done and that made her self-conscious again hence covering and running for the toilets.

After this Margaret becomes part of the core sales team. New sales men come and go, not making the grade. Margaret slowly builds her own book, with help. The cost of which was spending another sales meeting in the nude, running around the café where they had their lunch in just underwear, a nude drive from the hot dog stand to a roundabout and back. They’d wanted her to do the streak around the stand but Margaret said no. She had to get in her car, strip off passing her clothes out. Margaret said that she only did this, all of it that is, because she was so low. Her self-esteem was shot. But ironically, as she always says, “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. She’s a very determine lady but having a son, and life experience took away the nastiness of the sister and made a very pleasant rounded fun loving person.

One achievement kept eluding her, well two actually. Taking a major contract off their competitor and being the leading sales. She heard that the local hospitals maternity unit was dissatisfied with the competitor’s products. She worked on the manager relentlessly. Eventually they caved and gave Margaret the business. It was a big repeating contract but still not big enough with all her others to give her the head sales position but she’d worked her way up to number two now.

The head said that she’d have to perform a ritual in thanks to the sales god. The next Monday morning the sales team line up outside the front door at the buildings railings. They were on a busy road and pedestrian way. The naked figure of a woman appeared from the female toilets and walked towards the front door. She took a deep breath pulled it open and took to her heels. Running once around the building. All the other staff being alerted to this ran to windows. The truck drivers hooted their horns that made the pedestrian walking by look. Margaret says that it took a lot of persuading for her to do this one. Her husband and her had now formally split up. She was in a major legal battle with him over their son and he was trying, (the drunk that he was) to prove she was an unfit mother. The guys she found where quite good about this and offered alternative payments or said she didn’t have to do it at all but the other woman seemed more concerned that she did it. She never figured out why, but the women at the company were treated like second-class citizens but her success had seen little victories in changes to conditions.

She says that the date was Monday 14th February 1972 a very apt date. It was snowy cold, and the cool air caused her skin to chill and burn. Her nipples and clitoris reacted to the cold but she admits they where already sniff because of the fear and excitement at streaking. The rules where that she was not permitted to cover, just as well this allowed her athlete that she was to run very fast, getting it over with in record time. She says that the streak liberated her. That after that she really realized that she could do anything, take on the world. Over the next 30 years she rose to be a partner in the company.

After this it was a battle with the head sales. The battle raged for months. Perhaps I think nearly a year. (It was 18 months). She’d been at the company about 4 years by this time. She’d been back in my wife’s life as a friend for perhaps the last one of these (See the incident in Wife’s Punishments). Eventually she did it. She’d become lead sales and the new head. The old head said that she’d needed to perform a ritual and then she’d be the one dishing out the rituals.

She was very nervous about the ritual. The guys had her strip naked and then blindfolded her. She was expecting a groping but no. They gave her a warehouse coat, one of those brown things. Took her by van to who knows where. She was told to remove the coat, which she did. She expected that it was the hot dog stand. The back doors where opened. The blindfold removed. She’d been told she’d see a building a head of her; she had to run around it and get back in without being caught. The last bit sounded great to Margaret. The building, no not their building or the hot dog stand, but the main competitor’s.

Margaret says that this ritual was the best. By then she’d well slept with a few of the guys and found that she was up for most things. It was a hoot she said. She also confessed to me, which she hadn’t before that it was a Sunday morning. So besides the sales guys from her company and a few invited guests she was pretty safe. I’ve often wondered if the other company ever did the same to their building?

Wife's Punishments

A few more tales of the wife in her early years has a staff nurse. After finishing the night shifts duty my wife got a position working days. She didn’t settle to it, and since it was paying two-thirds of the night work we were finding it difficult to make ends meet. At that time home ownership was a relatively new thing, we’d saved the deposit but were now trying to pay the mortgage and feed ourselves at the same time.

So it was late 1968. Another night shift duty came up, a permanent one. The sister interviewing my wife said she was just what nursing needed. My wife gave her notice and a month later she started. She arrived for her first night shift and was surprised to find that the sister who interviewed her had been promoted to night matron. The sister in charge of the ward now, had been a third year student nurse at the training hospital my wife trained at, when she was a first year. This third year and my wife just seemed to rub each other up the wrong way. My wife had been on the receiving end of a few nasty jokes, and a stripping by this nurse, not sure which one of the many strippings my wife got as a student nurse.

As I said before my wife has this unintentional way of irritating people. For example, I love my garden, my wife as a little plot and part of the bench in the green house. The other day she came in as I was cutting back my tomato plants to get the second young sweet crop. “Their nice…. That branch is cut further away then the others” says my wife picking up the scissors and snipping the merriest bit of the branch off. No one else would have noticed, and if they had they wouldn’t have said anything. But it irritates people that sort of behavior. I’ve grown immune to it, NOT.

Any way the first few weeks went find. Then one night my wife was on duty with the sister. There’d just taken in a new intake of students to the ward on night shift. These would be on their second allocations in the old system of training. So they’d be one group of first years just behind them just starting ward for first time on days. So the day staff where full of telling the initiations and practical jokes that had been played. One of the night student nurses, a pleasant girl but not very organised was driving every body insane. She would just mess up in little ways and cause things to over run in time.

My wife needed something from the treatment room and saw that someone had left the light on. She began to push open the door and realised that someone was in. The door now wide open she was greeted by the sight of the student nurse being held down by two auxiliaries. They loved getting back at students. The poor girl’s tights and knickers where around her knees, the auxiliaries had their legs through her legs keeping her legs spread. Her dress was unzipped, and her bra unclipped. The dress and bra where pulled down meaning that her naked breasts would be pushed into the treatment table.

Sister had a big soapy sponge in her hand, which was between the unfortunate girls legs. This was one of the must diabolic punishments nurses give nurses. It was called various things from, sponge bath, to blanket bath, to rub down. It wasn’t an initiation it was punishment.

My wife complained and told them to release the girl, who was in tears. The sister said, she deserved it and then sponged her bare backside. That’s enough said my wife and the sister slammed the sponge into my wife’s chest soaking her apron and dress. “Here, miss goody-goody” the sister said then as she signaled to the two auxiliaries to let the third year go, “We’ll talk later”.

The poor girl released and relieve that her ordeal was over was being comforted by my wife. They became great friends and still are.

Some weeks later, the young student nurse was upset and nervous on duty. My wife asked why and the nurse said that sister had sponged her again; only this time she got the full treatment that include breast wash. My wife collared sister next time she was on duty. My wife here had a valid point. They never used punishments to correct poor nursing performance. Punishments tend to make it worse. What you need is what today is called mentoring. My wife said as much. The sister told her that she (my wife) and the student nurse could either scrub up or ship out. After another incident that’s what the young nurse did, a loss to the profession, she as just retired as a head teacher of the local independent primary school, and is tipped for some official position in education.

Any way things now between the sister and my wife were rather tort. My wife found the job stressful because of this. Then one night she was working with the student nurse, about a week or two before she left. In those days you had to wait until the end of an allocation to leave. My wife went off to get something and noticed the treatment room light had been left on. She just walked into the ambush. As she stepped through the door, the auxiliaries grabbed her. The sister was stood to the side. A third year student nurse came forward and pulled down my wife’s dress zip and unclipped her bra. My wife fought as hard as she could but auxiliaries are built big, heavy, and tuff. (Well they where in those days, apologies to any auxiliary nurses reading this). The dress was pulled down at the front revealing my wife’s breasts and she was then pushed down over the treatment table.

The 3rd year now undid my wife’s belt then pushed up her dress. She grabbed my wife’s nylons and pulled them down taking her knickers with her. The auxiliaries hooked their ankles around my wife’s ankles and pulled her legs apart.

Sister approached and said, “Well now what’s missing, oh yes” and she open the door and the third year student nurse was brought in, by two other 3rd years. She was shocked at the sight. “Staff here as decided that in future she will take all your punishments for you” with that sister took a soaking wet sponge and washed between my wife’s legs and bottom. She was very ruff. Next she took a soapy sponge and soaped between my wife’s legs and bottom. It was caustic soap so caused my wife to have irritated skin down below for a week nearly. She then told the auxiliary nurses to lift my wife up straight and turn her around. She then washed her breasts, leaving my wife all soapy. They left her and the student nurse alone. I think this with the final incident is what made the young nurse give up and become a teacher. They consoled each other and the student helped my wife clean up. She was very apologetic, since she felt guilty at my wife’s treatment.

After this relations between the sister and my wife worsened. The sister would hide things from her; forget to tell her important information about patients and a lot of other unprofessional stuff. My wife went and saw the matron who said leave it to her. She spoke with the sister and things seemed to lighten up.

One night whilst doing her rounds she noticed the bathroom light had been left on. She pushed open the door that was then pulled open out of her hand. Sister was stood there up against the wall holding a tray. My wife panicked immediately and tried to turn away but the student nurses grabbed her. They pulled her in and pushed her to the floor. They pull off my wife’s shoes and unzipped her dress and undid her belt. They then pulled the dress and apron off over her head, as another pair of hands pulled her nylons and knickers down and off. Her bra was also pulled off quiet violently causing my wife days of discomfort. Next thing now naked laying on her front, she’s turned over. Sister approaches and my wife’s sees the shaving tray. Her legs are pulled apart and sister says, “Leave or next time” and then puts the tray down and turned to leave, then having a second thought picking up my wife’s clothes. “They’ll be in the seminar room” the sister said, “Won’t betide anyone who helps her”. The students who liked my wife apologised and said that sister had said if they didn’t help they knew what would happen to them. My wife said she understood.

My wife had to leave the treatment room naked. Her choice was either to walk down a crowed ward of sleeping male patients to the linen cupboard, running the risk of patients waking up. Or going out onto the main corridor and across to the other half of the ward (female end) then down to that linen cupboard. At least female patients seeing her would be better. Or go for the seminar room that was along the main corridor and down one flight of stairs, completely naked. She decided to make for the women’s linen closet. Then from their went and recovered her uniform. She was glad she did, since wrapped in a sheet she bumped into two porters.

After this the sister changed tack. Obviously the matron had made it clear the vendetta had to stop. That’s the problem with vendettas they spin out of control. They drag others in and leave a nasty feeling on the ward. Sister would make my wife’s rota impossible. Normally on nights you work Tuesday through to Saturday of one week back to back with Sunday to Thursday of the next week. The other half of the team, work a week out of phase. This means on a surgical ward you have double staff on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday the operation day and two days after, when patients need more care. Every so many fortnights you get an extra day off by either not starting until Wednesday or finishing on Wednesday. But sister put mid week splits in, had my wife work five, and five with a break in the middle. Changed her rota around especially if we had anything planned and she found out about it.

Still my wife hung in figuring that eventually sister would get sick of it. Then sister started being especially nasty to student nurses and saying it was my wife’s fault that caused issues between her and the students. Then one night while sister was giving a student a deserved dressing down, but going right over the top my wife stopped her. Sister left the room saying nothing.

The next night my wife had just come onto ward when she was confronted by the day shift third years. I’ve said before that on occasion’s students get to get back at the people who initiated them. My wife was a third year when these where first years and she’d bathed the lot of them. They grabbed her and within seconds she was naked in the lower bathroom. She had no choice. The shaving tray was presented. She was told it was that or run back to the changing room naked for her spare clothing. My wife took to her heels. Better to have rumors about you running naked late at night through the hospital (all heard before) than surrendering to a pubic shave.

Covering has best she could she dashed down the male ward. At least two patients got to see her, out the door and down the corridor, a porter and doctor, down the stairs and the big no-no happened. Two visitors who had just come from or where going to see a dying relative saw her.

The matron, coming up the bottom corridor looked astonished and chased after my wife. Although initially very angry with my wife, once my wife had explain to matron what had been going on matron was very understanding. They managed to smooth over the incident with the visitors by my wife writing a letter of apology. She felt she didn’t need to but it was the right thing to do. The two male patients thought it was a hoot and pulled my wife’s leg for days. The sister of course hadn’t been near and denied she’d put the third years up to it. Matron knew different but couldn’t prove it, so the students and my wife each got an official warning put on their files.

Hi-jinx are find but not involving members of the public or patients.

After this every thing went quiet. My wife tried everything to make friends with the sister. We had her and her husband over for dinner. We even sent her a nice card and flowers when she announced she was pregnant.

Late one night (there was a bug going around and elective surgery had been cancelled, consequently there where no patients on my wife’s ward) the phone rang. It was the staff nurse of the next ward. She’d let the students go to the off duty room to revise or work on assignments. She needed a hand moving their only patient. My wife likewise had sent the students off, and sister had disappeared to do rounds since she was covering for matron.

My wife stepped onto the ward and saw that the bottom bed had curtains around. She walked down to it and pulled the curtains back. The sister and the two auxiliaries greeted her; she turned to run but was firmly caught. The third years from that ward gathered around. These included one that had been torture mercilessly by my wife’s cohort. Not particularly my wife. My wife found herself being hoisted off the floor and then pin down. The main ward lights now flicker on and another group of students where fighting with someone. My wife felt her zipper go, then her bra clasp. Her shoes were already off, from trying to flee. Now hands grabbed at her nylons and ripped rather than pulled them down. Soon the belt was off and the dress was being yanked up over her head. Then her underwear was ripped off. She was turned over and spread eagled.

Sister spoke, “Shave the pair of them then dump their stuff over the balcony”. My wife was now aware of the other group of students. They had the staff nurse from that ward pinned down equally naked.

A 3rd year set about each of them and within five minutes my wife was very naked indeed. They where released but their clothes where chucked out of the ward off the balcony. They had no choice. Both of them completely naked had to climb down the exterior fire escape and recover their clothes.

After this, the sister took maternity leave and thankfully never came back. My wife’s career bloomed and before long she was a sister. She remained on nights even after our first daughter was born, only giving up when it was obvious that she just couldn’t manage.

One day she’s on ward and a student nurse comes to her and says there’s a sales rep in the reception area. My wife says to get rid of him. The nurse says it’s a woman. My wife was just about to say to get rid of her then when she heard her voice.

My wife quickly called her friend Kathy who was on the next ward block over and a few other trusted colleagues. She told the student nurse to put the rep in the treatment room.

My wife walked in. “You!” said the rep. Then she noticed the group behind my wife. “No, you wouldn’t”. But they did. They stripped her of her business suit then her blouse. Still pleading she was stripped of her nylons and then her underwear. My wife presented her with a choice sponge or razor. The women said. “I’m sorry, could we forget what happened and be friends” “Sure” said my wife, “right after this”?

The woman was washed very thoroughly and then shaved. You obviously know who his woman rep is by now. What you don’t know is that she’s sitting down stair at my home right now. She and my wife became good friends. She’s the God Mother of my second daughter.

Having had her kid, my first daughters second husband. She’d decided to take part-time work as a sales rep. I’ll tell you on another occasion about some of the stories she’s told over the years.