In the early 1980’s I was made redundant from the ship building industry on Tyneside. I’d be originally a riveter, then a welder. I’d worked there since 15 following in my father’s footsteps. I went and signed on at the employment exchange thinking I’d soon be back in work. Weeks went by and not an opportunity in sight for a highly skilled trades man. One day the clerk offered me a piece of paper with a job interview on it. It was for a ward orderly. I told the clerk that they must have given me the wrong card has I was a workingman. The clerk said they’d been no mistaking the job qualifications where for a strong man to help lift patients and fetch and carry supplies for the ward. I found myself sitting in front of a woman about my age (45). She was the sister of the ward and gave me a card to take to personal, I could start the next morning and that was that, I’d become a nurse so to speak overnight.
The first two weeks were absolutely awful. But slowly I got use to the ward, the staff, and the patients. My job was to take patients from the ward to various rehabilitation units, collect drugs, linen, the meal trays, and so on. Another aspect was to help the female nurses (I was the only male member of staff) lift the heavier patients. I was also called on to restrain the patients with dementia when they got agitated. The ward was an all female geriatric ward most of the patients were suffering from a stroke, or dementia. I settled in and contented myself that the job was just until a proper job came along. Besides the sister had said the job was only short-term until the nurse who’s job it was came back after receiving surgery for women’s troubles.
I started to here some tall tales about what had befallen the younger nurses in training. I figured these where similar to the tales we’d tell the young apprentices in the shipyards. One classic was that before they could be allowed into the inner circle they had to carry a red-hot rivet in their bear hands. We showed them older men doing it. We then tell them to close their eyes, as we’d put the rivet in. We’d draw a red-hot rivet out of the brassiere. They’d close their eyes and we’d change it for one that had been warmed in a cup of boiling water. This made the rivet warm but not dangerous. They would inevitable drop it. The reasoning behind this was that it built trust that was important in the shipyard. The young men showed that they would do as they where told, and that they could trust the older guys not to put them in harms way.
Any way, one day the staff-nurse came to me and said that it was sister’s birthday the next day. Would I be willing to help them with the celebrations? I said sure the sister had been really good to me and supportive. I figured that they wanted me to use my height to hang banners, or fetch and carry stuff, perhaps move the tables around in the day room.
The next day came and after morning tea in the quiet time before lunch staff-nurse came to me and asked me to come to the lower sluice/bathroom. We went through the double doors and turned to the bathroom area. Staff pulled back the curtain which concealed the bathtub from being viewed accidentally by others when nurses where coming and going. She gave me an apron to wear and told be to hold a sponge in my hand. I’d already noticed that the bathtub had been filled. I could now hear a light-hearted commotion outside. It was sister being propelled along against her will. I very quickly cotton on to the plan. They’d bring sister in, she’d see me stood there ready to bath her, she’d freak out, then they’d present her with a cake and present and have a good laugh. I was feeling a little guilty at being part of what would be a shock but also knew that sister had a good sense of humour and would see the funny side.
The double doors crashed open and sister was propelled and turned across the floor to the bathroom area. Her shoes squeaked on the oil tile floor as the two auxiliaries, one holding each arm firmly manoeuvred her into my sight. The two student nurses behind her along with the SEN. Sister’s face was a picture when she saw me. She gasped quite loudly before her jaw dropped open, then lowering her head in shameful anticipation saw the water and realised that perhaps staff was serious. She raised her head in horror and shaking it with a nervous smile said, “Your not serious?”
“Yes”, said staff, “When we took Frank on you said there wasn’t anything wrong with a male orderly helping us bath patients. So we’ve took you at your word”. They’d been concerns about the female patients being shocked at being bathed, or being helped to be bathed by a male. Indeed some looked quite shocked or embarrassed the first time but not as much as me. After a few times they seemed to be use to it, and accepted it, as just what happens in hospital. I mentioned it to my wife and she assured me that she would never let me see her in the bath never mind have another man wash her. This was true in 23 years of marriage I’d never seen her naked in the bath.
The auxiliaries now turned sister back towards the sluice. I could hear her being wrestled to the ground. I began to grow concerned myself now. Surely they weren’t really going to force her into the bath. I rationalised what was happening in two ways. Firstly, they where just going to spin out sister’s suspense a little longer, perhaps remove her hat, belt and maybe shoes before releasing her, making her really believe they where going to do it. Secondly, that it was kind of a counter surprise on me. That just when I thought I was going to have to decided whether or not I was going to go through with this or not sister would emerge fully dressed or at least decent.
I heard sister’s pleas, the sound of shoes clearly being removed, the metal click of her board belt being undone, and the sound of the starched hat being unpinned. Funny how ones senses are heighten in these situations. Sister was saying, “Please no spare me”, “Please not all the way” then clearly as the sound of a zip could be heard, “No father then this please”. I heard the sound of material being ruffled then a student nurse say, “Very sexy, sister”. Staff who’d been stood at the opening of the cubical with her head forced around the side so she could see what was happening to sister now turned back to me. “You’re missing the show some very sexy underwear. Do you like women in stockings and suspenders”? “No, no” said sister, with clear embarrassment in her voice. It wasn’t the stripping per sae she was saying no to but to staff’s invitation and description to me. There were further sounds of what appeared to be underwear being removed and stockings. I was now very unsure. I couldn’t leave because I’d have to walk right past poor sister, and just in case she was nude I didn’t want to turn an obvious joke into real embarrassment. I was sure that within the next few seconds a completely clothed sister would appear and the joke would be on my horrified face.
I heard the sound of exertion and sister being lifted, then a final plea from her. The two auxiliaries now backed, back into sight holding two bared arms. They crossed across the opening carrying a very naked sister. As her shoulders appeared I thought that they’d just dropped her bra straps for affect to see my face. I was stood there looking rather ridiculous with sponge in hand. I hadn’t moved from being put on the spot by staff. Now seeing sister’s naked body I just blushed deeply, and reflectively grow hard and very prominent. I was now really perplexed, I figured that I was having some form of hallucination. The auxiliaries wheeled sister’s body around so that the student nurses lifting her at her feet could turn into the bathroom. Poor sister. How do I begin to describe the look on her poor face?
I could see everything, as well she knew. Her legs where pulled wide open revealing her pussy lips, which where engorged, her black well kept pubic hair, then past a operation scar to her well sized, firm breasts with large hard brown nipples. Her face was one of shock, embarrassment, and surprise. Surprise that the other women had truly gone this far. Shocked at being naked in my presence. Embarrassed I think, but not seemingly through the nakedness, I think it was because it was obvious that she was aroused. Her eyes seemed to be pleading with me to end this some how, she was clearly concerned and in doubt as to whether or not I would go through with whatever was intended with the sponge or if staff would call a halt. But there was a twinkle, some inner delight and desire; some hope that this unreal scene wouldn’t be halted to prematurely. Her only words where, “We’ve never let men in on our celebrations before” to which staff replied laughing at her own pun, “Well we’ve never had a man before?” Suddenly, I saw this scene in a new light. Had this happened before, was this what sister expected but it was my presence which was the new shocking, embarrassing, surprising element?
The nurses carried her so she was over the bath then lowered her in. Sister squealed. The water was freezing, I know this for a fact, she said so, and speckles splashed my cheek.
“Well then Frank give sister her birthday bath, then she’ll see for herself if it’s acceptable to have a man bath you” staff said.
“I’ll get you for this” she said to staff then turning to me in a pleading tone hoping that her words would prick my conscience, “Not you Frank, I know your just as embarrassed as me” which was probably perfectly true. But with all the others now crowding into the small cubical it felt as if I had no choice. Somewhat on automatic pilot I bent and dipped the sponge in the water between sister’s held spread feet. She looked pleadingly at me like a little puppy then closed her eyes in resignation and said something very quietly, it was a prayer but I didn’t catch it.
I rose up and reached out to wash sisters face thinking that this was the least embarrassing for me, and her, and would be acceptable as completing the task. Staff stopped me, “Oh no Frank. Her breasts and pussy, we want sister to know what its like to have a man wash a woman. Besides we don’t want her make-up spoilt”. I was half thinking of interjecting here since although I’d help the nurses lift naked female patients in and out of the bath, and kept certain patients from scratching the nurses whilst being washed, I’d never actually washed any patient and certainly not so intimately. But, something took over, in for a penny in for a pound, I was waiting on a job I was sure to get, so being sacked wasn’t an issue. I reached out and made indirect contact with sister’s breasts and quickly soaked them. Next I even more quickly scrubbed with a quick rubbing action more her pubic hair than pussy. I now stood up fully. Sister was just well gob smacked that I’d done it but had the most serine smile on her face. “Turn her,” said staff and sister and I both looked puzzled. Sister caught on quicker. “Well you might as well see my best feature as well,” she said as she turned with the help of the nurses to reveal her bum. It was truly Devine but then I have a thing about backsides. I washed it, and the nurses released her. They began to sing happy birthday and the SEN that’d disappeared at some point without me noticing returned with a cake with lit candles. It was placed on a stool at the side of the bath. Looking at me, sister covered herself and asked for something to cover herself with while we ate the cake. “You know the rules” staff said but if Frank’s nice to you he’ll move around a bit”. Which is what I did to spare some of sisters blushes.
After eating the cake we left sister to dry and dress. I expected that once she was back in her uniform there would be hell to pay her authority restored. But no, she walked back into the duty area and just began talking to use as normal issuing orders for the lunch time period and the afternoon since she was half-day and was going off shortly to celebrate with her husband. I kept expecting some repercussion once the enormity of the event sunk in. But it never came. The only comments from her came one at a time over the next few weeks. Firstly, she was concerned about my embarrassment at their antics as she put it. I said it should be me apologising to her. She said, “I’m a big girl now I’ll live” I replied, “I know” reference to her well-endowed cleavage. She laughed and said, “Cheeky, I am your sister”. Some weeks later she asked quite casually one late shift what I had thought of her body. I was a bit embarrassed but I said I thought it was excellent. She asked which bits in particular. I said somewhat shyly her bottom. “Are a bottom man?” she said smiling and nodding in a mysterious knowing way. Later she asked if I’d ever washed my wife in the bath. Again a bit uncomfortable at her openness I said, “No, my wife said, she’d never let me see her in the bath never mind another man, eh, wash her”
Life went on. I didn’t get the job I was in for at the time of the bathing incident but eventually got offered another one. Sister accepted my resignation and said they’d have to go short handed until the other nurse return in about three weeks. She then said that we should go out and celebrate my new job and leaving. I said that would be nice, I’d grown quite found of them all. She then winked and said that she thought I deserved a little surprise and farewell gift.
I ponder over the next few days that last statement. I had visions of me ending up naked in the bath. I wasn’t disturbed at that thought. I think men think its quite natural to be bathed by a woman. All that mothering when young, and although I’m banished from the bathroom when my wife’s bathing she would often bath me. Sister asked if she could swap my remaining shifts around to facilitate us going out to celebrate I said sure that was fine. My wife was a little displeased, she hated sudden change, but she felt that I was best off out of that place because she’d noticed an undesirable change in me. I hadn’t told her about the bath incident, just as well, because when I did plus my surprise she went ballistic and sent me to Coventry, not the place.
So on my last shift, which was a late shift before we where going out to the pub, I was busy at the top end of the ward. Sister had asked me to clean the high corners of the ward, which the cleaners missed the cobwebs because they could reach that high. I’d finished and was walking back down the ward to the nurses point. The ward was in darkness, the patients put to bed. It was the quiet time before night staff came on. The student nurse, who was on duty with the auxiliaries from the bath incident, and another SEN with the original one had all just walked up to the nurses point from the bottom sluice/bathroom. They where giggling but stopped as I approached. They were all beaming smiles. I was now a little cautious and uncertain feeling that something was going down.
Sister came out of the bottom sluice carrying something in her outstretched arms, which were bent at the elbow and held to her side. Like a footman or butler carrying a tray. In the dimness of the unlit ward I could not make out what it was. She stepped into the glow of the nurses station I could clearly see but it still took time to fully register. Across her arms dropping to each side lay a blue nurses uniform dress, over this was a white slip, then a white bra, and a pair of white panties. The slip, gave away whose clothes these where, since staff was the only one I new of who wore one on duty. Sister confirmed the ownership, “Would you take these back to staff for me please Frank, and tell her not to leave them lying around, and to get a move on”.
I took the bundle from her and with a lump of expectation in my throat and apprehension, and I’m a shamed to say growing hardness made my way down the ward to the sluice. I pushed through the double doors half expecting to see staff curled up on the floor or in the corner trying to hide her nakedness. I’d resolved to simply but the bundle down and leave. But there was no obvious sign of her so I called out. “Staff”. Her voice drifted weakly from behind the curtain that concealed the bathtub.
“Frank”. Staff called out. Then a pause, “OH no”. Longer pause “The bitch”. Staff said.
“It’s ok” I said, “I’ll leave your clothes here” thinking that sister was obviously paying staff back as well as giving me a surprise. “I’ll just say I’ve seen everything and spare you sister’s embarrassment.”
“That isn’t going to work Frank. You’re meant to see me, its okay I’m resigned to my fate, its only fair after all,” Staff said.
“I’ll just peek then and push your clothes under the curtain. That should satisfy everyone,” I said.
“I’m afraid I’m going to need you to do a little more than peek. I’m going to need your help to dress” staff said.
I took a deep breath and gently pulled back the curtain to peek. I’d slowly advanced across the sluice floor. The light in the bath cubical silhouetted staff through the white plastic curtain. I couldn’t understand the strange silhouette but now peeking I could. Staff-nurse was naked as expected. Her arms were above her head. Each wrist was tied to the hopped rail that ran above and around the bath. It was never used to carry the curtain as originally planned. Her naked body was back to me so I could see her lovely firm dainty bottom. Staff-nurse was aged about 32 I think. Her legs where crossed over.
“I’m going to need you to untie me I’m afraid” staff said apologetically as if she was causing me great inconvenience.
I walked further in and placed her clothes on the chair in the far corner that was kept there for that purpose. Not putting naked staff-nurse’s clothes on but patients. I turned back and saw such an exquisite vision. Made even more Devine and delightful because of my catholic upbringing. She was like the pictures of Christ. Arms stretched out in a Y shape above her head. Her head bowed and looking down the naked length of her body. Her legs crossed trying to conceal her pussy, but just accentuating her light fair brown bush. I took in the smoothness of her body, her firm pointed, small breasts with their ruby red nipples like red-hot rivets. I was temporarily swayed and nearly was overcome with the wondrous sight but managed to steady myself enough to reach up and undo the nearest wrist restrain. I thought it was a stocking but I knew staff didn’t wear them, I then realised her tights had been torn into two. I now walked the long way around to the other side. My thoughts were how lucky I was to have found this strange temporary occupation and seen such loveliness. I untied the other wrist and staff wrapped herself up. She smiled.
“You were meant to wash me like this” staff said.
“I’ll say I did”. I said and sensed a moment of disappointed that receded into gladness.
I turned to go and staff called me back. “What did you think of mine then?” she said. Obviously sister had said something. “I love them, whatever the shape and size,” I said.
Once staff had dried her feet and dressed she joined us. Night staff arrived and we set off to the pub. It was a great night but every time I looked at staff or sister I had to turn away. They’d smile knowingly, knowing that I wasn’t seeing them but imagining them. I started my new job and the week went slow. I found I was missing the friendships. On the Thursday night I found myself going out of my way to go home via the hospital. I stood looking up at the ward windows then ventured inside. Sister greeted me warmly. “Want your old job back?” She asked. I nodded. “Great!’ she said the other nurse had phone in on Tuesday to say she wasn’t coming back. I went into work the next day and gave my notice. My wife was incandescent with rage. I tried to tell her that although it was nearly £20 per month lower in pay, I’d be £100 happier. I was also to eventually marry my second wife but that’s a long way off and quite another story. And yes, there was plenty of more interesting fun!
Tuesday, 1 February 2000
The Ship Builder's Tales : (Senior Staff's Birthday) by George
I was sat in sister’s office on the morning of my third day back when the older SEN came in returning from days off duty and leave. She bounced in all smiles, then stopped, screwed up her eyes in disbelief and said, “Frank?” “Yes, its me in person” I said standing to greet her and giving her a peck on the cheek and saying, “Happy belated Birthday. Sorry I missed it”. “I’m not!” she said in a gruff voice and she and sister laughed and I smiled getting the point. I looked at her very curvaceous 36-year-old body and cursed my bad, rotten luck, but then thought well perhaps since there’d been some obvious comments last week that perhaps birthday baths where very common.
The student nurses assigned to the ward had rotated and so we where on the week where there was just trained staff and auxiliaries. This week was always the hardest and by the end everyone was shattered. The next week the new students arrived and although they’d already completed two-ward allocation every wards a bit different so it was another hard week getting them trained up.
My wife was now in the grumpy stage after the Coventry stage. The girls at work made up for it. There was always some leg pulling, always someone willing to listen to your woes, and they even would down a pint with you once and a while.
I’d been back a month when the collection for senior staff-nurses birthday was passed around. I started wondering almost immediately but also thought that perhaps the sister’s bath and staff-nurse being strung up in retribution was perhaps all there was. Senior staff-nurse was 26, a career orientated woman, no boy friends or other appendages as she said. She made it plainly clear without being boastful or arrogant that she was heading for and determined to get to the top as soon as possible.
Her birthday came and at morning break we had tea and a piece of birthday cake. She was given a lovely top which she’d spied on one of the girls shopping trips which where frequent. There was no sign of her being picked up and unceremoniously bathed. I was I have to admit a little disappointed but also relieved. I was still unsure, some days, when the girls would be joking around me, some of them would look at me and a wave of horror at the thought of me seeing them naked would cross their face, others had more a curious expression wondering what it would be like if it happened, yet others I think couldn’t wait until it was their turn. With senior staff nurse you got no sense of any of this, I figured that being the consummate professional, not to say that the others weren’t professional, that perhaps she was outside of such pranks.
After the morning break I busied myself tiding up the upper-ward. Senior staff was busy stocktaking and had asked me that when she was done would I go and re-provision the medical stores. I completed my tasks and looked around for senior staff, nowhere to be seen. I wondered down to the other half of the ward and still no sign of her. I suddenly thought bet she’s gone for the supplies herself since I’d gotten caught up in dealing with a spillage. I wondered back to the nurse’s station and made the general announcement “Has staff gone for the supplies?” “No, she’s doing something in the dressing room” sister said. I turned and walked back out heading for the dressing room.
The dressing room was where bandages where changed and procedures done. It was very rarely used on our ward. When I reached the door I was surprised to see the curtains on the small porthole windows drawn. I puzzled for a moment trying to think which of the patients was in need of a dressing change or was booked for a procedure. I just couldn’t think whom. I knocked as we did, and senior staff-nurses voice said, “If it’s Frank go away please. If it’s one of you others trying to freak me out it’s not working. Just come here and untie me”. I wasn’t sure I’d heard the last bit correctly.
“Yes, its Frank” I said. “Oh nuts. Just pretend you never heard that and go and find a student nurse,” she said.
I went and found each of the student nurses in turn. Both said that they had been strictly told by sister not to assist senior staff-nurse but if she asked they where to say they’d get me. I was walking back to tell senior staff-nurse when sister standing in the corridor called down, “Will you and staff go and get Mrs H, from physiotherapy”.
“Staff seems a little….” I began only to be interrupted by sister, “Tied up”. That sent a shiver running through me. I had heard right. “No! I was going to say occupied”. “Well un-occupy” then realising the joke, “Or occupy, whichever comes first” then realising that joke, turned away flapping her right hand in a shooing manner.
I stood at the door and knocked. “Sorry staff no one will help you,” I said through the door. “Nuts! Fine then but keep your eyes closed” she called back. Keeping my eyes closed was completely impractical. I took a deep breath to steel myself for whatever laid behind the door. I slowly pushed it open and entered. Staff looked over her shoulder, “I thought I said keep your eyes closed?” she said. “That would be rather difficult if you wanted my help,” I said. “Well just make sure you forget anything you’ve seen” she replied. “Sure” I said, then to myself “Consider your lovely bare backside forgotten”.
Senior staff-nurse was laid face down on the dressing table. Her hands had been tied by bandage to the steel legs at the head end. Her back was completely bear, and I noticed a lovely little mole on her left shoulder. At just above her hipbones was a black suspender belt, which had her black nylons’ still attached. Her ankles where tied together to protect her modesty, since her black panties where on the stool on top of her other clothes. Her shoes had been removed. The grey of the leather padded dressing table beneath her and the framing of her delicious bottom with the black of the suspenders and stocking made her snow white bottom just leap out at you. It was lovely and round. It had no soft padding on it senior staff was very slim, mainly skin and bones.
“Well don’t just stand there, untie me” she commanded. I undid first her left wrist then her right wrist. She pulled her arms down to further conceal the sides of her breasts. I could only see the squashed sides of her breasts but I could tell they where firm, very small, but just right for her. I now went and untied her ankles and she just lay there. “Well, what you waiting for, shows over, you can go”, she said in her senior staff-nurse tone. I smiled and took one last slightly lingering look at her gorgeous orbs committing it to memory, to forget of course, there most be something, in order to forget.
We dealt with the lunches, and post lunch toileting, the early afternoon rounds, and then visitors. Sister had me run a few errands and then said I was down to have afternoon break with senior staff-nurse. I said, okay and asked where she was. Sister feigned looking around the ward to see staff, then said, “I think she’s in the observation ward. There’s something on my desk for her”. I walked to sister’s office. Neatly folded on her desk was staff’s uniform dress. I smiled to myself and thought that senior staff was must unfortunate to be stripped twice in one day. I picked it up and a little trembling in anticipation of what I was going to fined walked out of sisters office and down to the nurses point and the observation ward.
The observation ward was a side room located next to the nurses’ station. It had a window in the wall between it and the nurses’ station so nurses at the station could see in. The curtain was always drawn and I couldn’t remember it ever being used when I was there. At the door I tried to peer past the drawn curtains over the porthole windows but couldn’t really see anything. I pushed open the door slowly making sure no visitor was looking.
“God, Not you again. I hope you’ve got your bloody eyes closed” senior staff said.
“It would be very difficult for me to rescue you if I had” I said.
“Who said I needed rescuing” senior staff said.
“Okay, fine, I’ll go then” I said.
“You bloody dare Frank, just get me undone” senior staff said.
All the while this exchange was going on I’d been stood just inside the door looking at her effectively naked body. Her breasts seemed smaller in the flesh than when she was dressed. I reason the use of a padded support bra. Then I noticed it on the floor almost under the chair. Her pink nipples had been prominent but had filled somewhat with my presence. Her dark brown bush was perhaps in need of a trim. But her pussy was well, on fire, and I swear I could feel the heat. The girls had stripped her as before, everything, but her suspender belt and stocking. This time though she’d been tied to the bed on her back spread-eagled. Nothing was left to my imagination; I certainly would now have an image to cultivate.
I walked to the nearside head of the bed. “You are suppose to be looking at my bonds not…what are you looking at with that smile” senior staff said. I just beamed more and said nothing. Her first hand undone she used it to attempt to cover her pubic area. I then walked to the foot of the bed and undid her left ankle. I was surprised that she didn’t move her leg to close her private display. I then undid her other ankle and she closed her legs slightly but not completely. Her hand covered her pussy, but she kept moving it to reveal glimpses of it. I also thought it was strange that she didn’t use her free hand to untie her other arm and thus be able to cover herself more easily and quickly. She lay there on display until I undid her final restraint.
“Thanks” senior staff said and pulled herself up into a sitting position. “Where’s my dress, do you know?” she asked commandingly. “Yeah its here” I said turning away to reach it off the chair I’d set it down on, on entering the room. “I brought it with me” I finished.
I heard staff rise off the bed and make contact with the floor. “Have you seen… Oh I’ve got…. oh, it’s my bra” staff said. I turned back with her dress and she was straightening up her bent body. I could once again see her full-frontal nude. She seemed not to mind. “You could turn your back, while I dress” she said. “Sorry” I said and turned my back to her. I heard the bra being put on. “Would you do me up please’ she said. “You told me not to look,” I said. “Well you can now just forget what you’ve saw, right?” “Yeah, all forgotten” I said turning back around to see that she was back to me bare bottom on show bra strap hanging loose to be fastened. I reached out having stepped closer and fastened the bra. “Thanks” staff said and turned around again affording me one last look at her pubic bush and very swollen pussy. “Where’s my knickers?” she asked. I looked around, “Oh there, by the side of the locker” I said pointing. Staff turned her back to me and legs slightly parted bent down, “I shouldn’t have done this, should I” she said. “No, you certainly shouldn’t have” I said. “I’ll want a certificate to prove you’ve wiped your memory” staff said and we both laughed as she stood up and the lovely sight of her swollen ruby red pussy, lips bursting open disappeared.
She turned again and rested herself against the bed so I was looking from the side; I shifted position to lean on the wall opposite her so that I could clearly see her bush. She parted her legs, stepped into the knickers and slowly pulled them up. I held out her dress, and see moved forward and reached out for it, at the same time moving her shoes around on the floor so to be able to slip back into them, and had them seemingly the wrong way around. She opened the dress and step in. She slipped her arms in as she pulled the dress up her body, and then turned so I could do her zip. As I did she stepped into her shoes, now the right way around. She then crossed to the locker where her belt, and hat was, along with other bits and pieces. She completed the transformation back to being a staff-nurse, a senior one at that. It was hard to believe that just five minutes earlier she was at my mercy, spread-eagled, effectively naked, bound to a bed. Life is good!
“Sister said we can go for our break together,” I said. “Fine, but you breath a word to any porter about what you’ve seen and your dead” she said. “I thought you said, I should forget, I’d have to remember to talk to someone,” I said. “Your learning?” she said. I opened the door and she took my elbow and looked to say close the door a bit that I did. “Do you think I’ve got a good figure”? She asked. “Yes, very nice” I said. “How does my bottom fair then?” she asked. “Oh I like all bottoms each as its own beauty, and the one I’m looking at (I purposefully looked at her bottom) is always the best”. “Sister is right, you are a smoothy, Frank Whitaker”.
We walked off chatting about some very incidental topic, which I can’t remember as if nothing in the world had just happened. We had our break and then return releasing the late shift before we went off home.
The student nurses assigned to the ward had rotated and so we where on the week where there was just trained staff and auxiliaries. This week was always the hardest and by the end everyone was shattered. The next week the new students arrived and although they’d already completed two-ward allocation every wards a bit different so it was another hard week getting them trained up.
My wife was now in the grumpy stage after the Coventry stage. The girls at work made up for it. There was always some leg pulling, always someone willing to listen to your woes, and they even would down a pint with you once and a while.
I’d been back a month when the collection for senior staff-nurses birthday was passed around. I started wondering almost immediately but also thought that perhaps the sister’s bath and staff-nurse being strung up in retribution was perhaps all there was. Senior staff-nurse was 26, a career orientated woman, no boy friends or other appendages as she said. She made it plainly clear without being boastful or arrogant that she was heading for and determined to get to the top as soon as possible.
Her birthday came and at morning break we had tea and a piece of birthday cake. She was given a lovely top which she’d spied on one of the girls shopping trips which where frequent. There was no sign of her being picked up and unceremoniously bathed. I was I have to admit a little disappointed but also relieved. I was still unsure, some days, when the girls would be joking around me, some of them would look at me and a wave of horror at the thought of me seeing them naked would cross their face, others had more a curious expression wondering what it would be like if it happened, yet others I think couldn’t wait until it was their turn. With senior staff nurse you got no sense of any of this, I figured that being the consummate professional, not to say that the others weren’t professional, that perhaps she was outside of such pranks.
After the morning break I busied myself tiding up the upper-ward. Senior staff was busy stocktaking and had asked me that when she was done would I go and re-provision the medical stores. I completed my tasks and looked around for senior staff, nowhere to be seen. I wondered down to the other half of the ward and still no sign of her. I suddenly thought bet she’s gone for the supplies herself since I’d gotten caught up in dealing with a spillage. I wondered back to the nurse’s station and made the general announcement “Has staff gone for the supplies?” “No, she’s doing something in the dressing room” sister said. I turned and walked back out heading for the dressing room.
The dressing room was where bandages where changed and procedures done. It was very rarely used on our ward. When I reached the door I was surprised to see the curtains on the small porthole windows drawn. I puzzled for a moment trying to think which of the patients was in need of a dressing change or was booked for a procedure. I just couldn’t think whom. I knocked as we did, and senior staff-nurses voice said, “If it’s Frank go away please. If it’s one of you others trying to freak me out it’s not working. Just come here and untie me”. I wasn’t sure I’d heard the last bit correctly.
“Yes, its Frank” I said. “Oh nuts. Just pretend you never heard that and go and find a student nurse,” she said.
I went and found each of the student nurses in turn. Both said that they had been strictly told by sister not to assist senior staff-nurse but if she asked they where to say they’d get me. I was walking back to tell senior staff-nurse when sister standing in the corridor called down, “Will you and staff go and get Mrs H, from physiotherapy”.
“Staff seems a little….” I began only to be interrupted by sister, “Tied up”. That sent a shiver running through me. I had heard right. “No! I was going to say occupied”. “Well un-occupy” then realising the joke, “Or occupy, whichever comes first” then realising that joke, turned away flapping her right hand in a shooing manner.
I stood at the door and knocked. “Sorry staff no one will help you,” I said through the door. “Nuts! Fine then but keep your eyes closed” she called back. Keeping my eyes closed was completely impractical. I took a deep breath to steel myself for whatever laid behind the door. I slowly pushed it open and entered. Staff looked over her shoulder, “I thought I said keep your eyes closed?” she said. “That would be rather difficult if you wanted my help,” I said. “Well just make sure you forget anything you’ve seen” she replied. “Sure” I said, then to myself “Consider your lovely bare backside forgotten”.
Senior staff-nurse was laid face down on the dressing table. Her hands had been tied by bandage to the steel legs at the head end. Her back was completely bear, and I noticed a lovely little mole on her left shoulder. At just above her hipbones was a black suspender belt, which had her black nylons’ still attached. Her ankles where tied together to protect her modesty, since her black panties where on the stool on top of her other clothes. Her shoes had been removed. The grey of the leather padded dressing table beneath her and the framing of her delicious bottom with the black of the suspenders and stocking made her snow white bottom just leap out at you. It was lovely and round. It had no soft padding on it senior staff was very slim, mainly skin and bones.
“Well don’t just stand there, untie me” she commanded. I undid first her left wrist then her right wrist. She pulled her arms down to further conceal the sides of her breasts. I could only see the squashed sides of her breasts but I could tell they where firm, very small, but just right for her. I now went and untied her ankles and she just lay there. “Well, what you waiting for, shows over, you can go”, she said in her senior staff-nurse tone. I smiled and took one last slightly lingering look at her gorgeous orbs committing it to memory, to forget of course, there most be something, in order to forget.
We dealt with the lunches, and post lunch toileting, the early afternoon rounds, and then visitors. Sister had me run a few errands and then said I was down to have afternoon break with senior staff-nurse. I said, okay and asked where she was. Sister feigned looking around the ward to see staff, then said, “I think she’s in the observation ward. There’s something on my desk for her”. I walked to sister’s office. Neatly folded on her desk was staff’s uniform dress. I smiled to myself and thought that senior staff was must unfortunate to be stripped twice in one day. I picked it up and a little trembling in anticipation of what I was going to fined walked out of sisters office and down to the nurses point and the observation ward.
The observation ward was a side room located next to the nurses’ station. It had a window in the wall between it and the nurses’ station so nurses at the station could see in. The curtain was always drawn and I couldn’t remember it ever being used when I was there. At the door I tried to peer past the drawn curtains over the porthole windows but couldn’t really see anything. I pushed open the door slowly making sure no visitor was looking.
“God, Not you again. I hope you’ve got your bloody eyes closed” senior staff said.
“It would be very difficult for me to rescue you if I had” I said.
“Who said I needed rescuing” senior staff said.
“Okay, fine, I’ll go then” I said.
“You bloody dare Frank, just get me undone” senior staff said.
All the while this exchange was going on I’d been stood just inside the door looking at her effectively naked body. Her breasts seemed smaller in the flesh than when she was dressed. I reason the use of a padded support bra. Then I noticed it on the floor almost under the chair. Her pink nipples had been prominent but had filled somewhat with my presence. Her dark brown bush was perhaps in need of a trim. But her pussy was well, on fire, and I swear I could feel the heat. The girls had stripped her as before, everything, but her suspender belt and stocking. This time though she’d been tied to the bed on her back spread-eagled. Nothing was left to my imagination; I certainly would now have an image to cultivate.
I walked to the nearside head of the bed. “You are suppose to be looking at my bonds not…what are you looking at with that smile” senior staff said. I just beamed more and said nothing. Her first hand undone she used it to attempt to cover her pubic area. I then walked to the foot of the bed and undid her left ankle. I was surprised that she didn’t move her leg to close her private display. I then undid her other ankle and she closed her legs slightly but not completely. Her hand covered her pussy, but she kept moving it to reveal glimpses of it. I also thought it was strange that she didn’t use her free hand to untie her other arm and thus be able to cover herself more easily and quickly. She lay there on display until I undid her final restraint.
“Thanks” senior staff said and pulled herself up into a sitting position. “Where’s my dress, do you know?” she asked commandingly. “Yeah its here” I said turning away to reach it off the chair I’d set it down on, on entering the room. “I brought it with me” I finished.
I heard staff rise off the bed and make contact with the floor. “Have you seen… Oh I’ve got…. oh, it’s my bra” staff said. I turned back with her dress and she was straightening up her bent body. I could once again see her full-frontal nude. She seemed not to mind. “You could turn your back, while I dress” she said. “Sorry” I said and turned my back to her. I heard the bra being put on. “Would you do me up please’ she said. “You told me not to look,” I said. “Well you can now just forget what you’ve saw, right?” “Yeah, all forgotten” I said turning back around to see that she was back to me bare bottom on show bra strap hanging loose to be fastened. I reached out having stepped closer and fastened the bra. “Thanks” staff said and turned around again affording me one last look at her pubic bush and very swollen pussy. “Where’s my knickers?” she asked. I looked around, “Oh there, by the side of the locker” I said pointing. Staff turned her back to me and legs slightly parted bent down, “I shouldn’t have done this, should I” she said. “No, you certainly shouldn’t have” I said. “I’ll want a certificate to prove you’ve wiped your memory” staff said and we both laughed as she stood up and the lovely sight of her swollen ruby red pussy, lips bursting open disappeared.
She turned again and rested herself against the bed so I was looking from the side; I shifted position to lean on the wall opposite her so that I could clearly see her bush. She parted her legs, stepped into the knickers and slowly pulled them up. I held out her dress, and see moved forward and reached out for it, at the same time moving her shoes around on the floor so to be able to slip back into them, and had them seemingly the wrong way around. She opened the dress and step in. She slipped her arms in as she pulled the dress up her body, and then turned so I could do her zip. As I did she stepped into her shoes, now the right way around. She then crossed to the locker where her belt, and hat was, along with other bits and pieces. She completed the transformation back to being a staff-nurse, a senior one at that. It was hard to believe that just five minutes earlier she was at my mercy, spread-eagled, effectively naked, bound to a bed. Life is good!
“Sister said we can go for our break together,” I said. “Fine, but you breath a word to any porter about what you’ve seen and your dead” she said. “I thought you said, I should forget, I’d have to remember to talk to someone,” I said. “Your learning?” she said. I opened the door and she took my elbow and looked to say close the door a bit that I did. “Do you think I’ve got a good figure”? She asked. “Yes, very nice” I said. “How does my bottom fair then?” she asked. “Oh I like all bottoms each as its own beauty, and the one I’m looking at (I purposefully looked at her bottom) is always the best”. “Sister is right, you are a smoothy, Frank Whitaker”.
We walked off chatting about some very incidental topic, which I can’t remember as if nothing in the world had just happened. We had our break and then return releasing the late shift before we went off home.
The Ship Builder’s Tales – (Auxillary's Blanket Bath) by Geogre
I was very uneasy about all this stripping. It seems a funny thing to say. It must be every man’s dream to be surround by beautiful women whom, I was going to say, “Get their kit off”. But that was the problem, they didn’t get their kit off, the other women got it off for them. I was sure eventually somebody would say something, and some really calamitous thing would happen which I was sure I wouldn’t like and find myself banged up. I had loads of questions and I needed to know some things but how do you go about asking women if they like being stripped.
The opportunity came one late shift when one of the students was telling a tale about another student who’d been forced to run around the nurse’s residence minus her clothes. This was apparently the fate of a good few students, and indeed, the younger SEN said she’d had to do it has a pupil because her unit had been cited for being unclean. She’d paid up the forfeit for all her unit’s residents. This was why the student nurse had been forced to run naked her unit had infringed some rule.
I quite matter-of-factly asked if this sought of thing went on all the time. Sister asked what I meant. She knew fine well what I meant but was I think egger to make me ask more directly seeing my discomfort at asking but also my discomfort at not knowing. “Well the birthday baths? Aren’t you…well…. don’t you…. (Long sigh). What do you think about me seeing you all so naked?” I said very hastily.
Sister smiled. “Well Frank. I hated it. I know you’ve seen me naked. I know that some day you will see me naked again. I try not to think about either. My friends stripped me, and showed me to you. I’m going to strip them and show them to you. It’s not fun, but its what we do. It…. Why do you men always ask such awful bloody questions?”
“Perhaps I can explain?” staff-nurse said. “Its our wards tradition, it’s what makes you one of us. It’s a shared common experience. It proves you are just like each one of us when the colours (term for nurses uniforms, different colours go with different ranks) are off.”.
“I can see how practical jokes and initiations are important in this job to build team rapport, and I know from what student nurse Jones as said that you use them for unofficial discipline. I can get that. But, didn’t being stripped and then shown to me just freak you out, why didn’t you report it?” I said.
“To settle your mind Frank. I think your asking why we didn’t report you, or more precisely why we didn’t get you into hot water.” Staff said.
“Frank, I can assure you no nurse stripped by us, is going to report the matter, you wouldn’t get into trouble. If you ever cross the line you’ll just be excluded.” Sister said.
“So your saying you’ll go through with something you hate, you’ll just endure it, in silence, you’ll just accept it” I said.
“Frank, birthday baths are our wards tradition, I hate being naked in front of my other female colleagues like that, but I’ve put them through it, so they should put me through it. That’s our bond” staff said.
“I kind of see, but, well, you say you hate it, how do you bear coming to work the next day, how do you bear knowing I’ve seen everything” I said.
“Can I?” the younger SEN said, “Frank I know that when my birthday comes, I’m going to be grabbed and stripped, I was last birthday, and the birthday before. The birthday before that I was on a different ward and it had altogether a different tradition. I know I’m going to be deeply embarrassed at being seen naked by you. I can imagine it now. (She was blushing as if she was living the experience at that moment). I wonder what it will be like what my friends already have experienced, I’ll blush, and I’ll probably shake, but I’ll survive. I’m likely to feel uncomfortable around you for a time but that will pass, once in a while I’ll think about it, and blush. Once in a while I’ll think about it in a different way and it will be exciting, a gas. It’s just harmless, no, not harmless, that’s what people say when looking for an excuse for bad behaviour. It’s just what we do, we’ve all agreed to doing. We had a meeting to decided if you should be present or excluded. It was decided that you where a special part of the team and should be involved in the tradition. You where just meant to watch, staff over stepped the mark when she had you wash sister. But sister was okay about it, she certainly didn’t like it, but she knew it wasn’t your fault it was staffs. That’s why staff got what was coming to her. But since sister was washed, we will all now be washed by you in some way, or have something else befall us, depending on our colleague’s sense of humour. Do you see now?” the younger SEN finished.
“I think you are all mad, but, hey I’m the new guy,” I said.
They all laughed at my comment “That’s the point Frank, you being a guy, it just well makes a stripping and a bath, well a altogether new experience which I found really embarrassing, and next birthday when you see me in all my glory once more I’ll feel just as embarrassed as the first time, but I also know that our friendship will be even stronger, and you’ll respect me even more because I’m not sister but just another person” Sister said.
I still had questions but my head was aching so after a pregnant pause the topic was dropped.
A few weeks went by. I often found myself musing over that conversation. I can’t say I understood it. Heck, even now looking back I can’t understand it any better. I was just grateful; that I’d hit pay dirt I think but a bit of me thought it was wrong, not right. I could see that the women where truly embarrassed but didn’t complain. Often when it was mentioned it would be with a laugh and a joke. I could also see that some took some strange pleasure in it. I was confused, in two minds. One mind found it’s self-wondering what each yet to be revealed staff member would look like, I occasionally imagining sister, or the staff nurses going about their daily duties naked. I found myself trying to find out when the rest of the staffs birthdays where. And remember when exactly sisters and staffs had been. I found myself imagining exactly what would happen, I then let my own imagination visualise all sorts of diabolical things happening to my female colleagues. My other mind heard screams and siren, and cell doors closing. Surely eventually one victim would cry fowl. There was also the little nagging thought that my birthday was just on seven months away. I’d had my 44th birthday the week before I started some five months ago.
I was expecting the older auxiliary’s stripping and bath. We’d collected for her present earlier that week. We where both on the same late shift, the shift preferred for this activity, especially by the victims as I found out sometime later since there was less chance of a visitor, patient, porter, or doctor getting in on the act. It had happen once or twice in the past.
I’d been tidying up the upper day room. It was used for allsorts of activities so by the end of the day the neat and tidy arrangement of tables, chairs, sofas and so on was a jumble. So I was busy re-arranging it into sister’s preferred paten. One of the student nurses came in carrying a blanket and put it down on the table to the right of the clear central area. “Your not leaving that there, are you?” I asked. “Staff said we’re going to need it shortly”, the student replied. I then heard a little squeal, playful one, and then the distinctive sound of a group of people grabbing and lifting another person. I heard that little squeal before and knew that the poor auxiliary had been grabbed.
The older auxiliary was 51; this would be her 52nd birthday. She was a small woman about 5 feet. She had sandy short well-kept hair with the odd grey flick in it. She obviously dyed her hair but in quite a subtle natural way. In her youth she would have been slim and bonny has the Scots would say, she had a slight Scottish accent. That’s not to say she was fat or anything. She was carrying very beautifully those few extra pounds we all put on as we age. She had a good firm, chunky pair of breasts, which until shortly I had only viewed through clothing. Her hips were solid and very noticeable in a very nice reassuring way. They said this woman stood no nonsense. I knew she was a churchgoer, nothing wrong in that. She had two grown up children and a few grand kids. She just didn’t seem the type to let a group of women strip her and bath her, never mind in doing so she would be seen by a man. I’d tried to visualise her naked but just could not.
“Please no, you promised that I’d not have to go naked” I heard her saying. “Please I’ll let him wash me but don’t strip me, I don’t have to be stripped”.
“You said you didn’t mind the washing so that’s what you are going to get” staff said.
“Where? Oh no, not that, that’s meant just to be for punishment!” I heard her saying getting closer by the sounds of it. “Well it will keep your modesty” staff said as they entered the day room on the modesty. The auxiliary’s feet where held by the two student nurses and the SEN had her under the shoulders. They walked into the central clear area. Staff saying, “It’s about time Frank learnt how to do a bed bath”. “Right cover her with the blanket” said staff as she walked to the table to put down a bowl filled with water, and a towel. Once the bowl was down I could tell the bowl also contained a sponge their favourite weapon. The student nurse at the table picked up the blanket and covered the auxiliary nurse.
“No please staff. I’ve changed my mind, I’ll have a bath, but please not with Frank,” the older auxiliary said. “Well how’s he going to wash you without seeing you?” staff nurse said. “Oh fiddle, this is all your fault”, to the SEN.
The student had covered the auxiliary with the blanket. The two students holding her down by the ankles now removed her shoes. The spare student now knelt down beside her and with the SEN still cradling her under her arms, and restraining her wrist, the student put her hand behind the auxiliary’s back, fiddled a bit then pulled the auxiliary’s dress zip down, the sound bouncing off the painted walls. That hypersensitive hearing again as the walls seemed to crowd in. The student now pulled the dress away at the front and the SEN forced the auxiliary down flat and began to push the dress off her arms. The student pulled the blanket up off the axillary’s body creating a shield so that I could not see her bra or anything else. I felt slightly disappointed at this point. But felt genuine relief for this mature woman.
With a bit of a struggle, the auxiliary wasn’t going quietly into that bath. And after staff had told her not to struggle if she didn’t want me seeing everything, the auxiliary stopped struggle so hard and eventually the dress was around her waist. The SEN now had the axillary’s arms above her head pined to the floor with wrist together. The student gathered the blanket at the poor victim’s waist and pulled the dress slowly down. The blanket dislodged for a moment and I could see that she had on a creamy-fawn coloured bra. Staff bent down and pulled the blanket back up and held it whilst the student pulled the dress down to her ankles and then the others taking hold of the legs above the dress to keep them grounded, released the grip on the ankles temporarily to pull the dress fully off. The student doing the undressing now forced her hands in under the auxiliary’s back forcing her up off the floor by say ¼ inch. This was enough to allow the student room to unclip the poor auxiliary’s bra. The SEN now pushed her hand under the blanket from the right side of the axillary’s head.
“Well whip them out for her, we don’t want Frank to get your bra all wet. What would hubby say?” staff said, Hattie made one last plea. “Please staff, please not the blanket bath that’s just not right”. “Tuff Hattie you asked if there was away for Frank to not see you but still wash you? And this is it” staff said. “Please!” Hattie said. “Quiet and stop you’re wining. I was strung up on show perhaps you prefer that?” staff said. “Oh no way, that was awful,” the auxiliary said. “I didn’t see that stopping you” staff said.
Staff nodded and the SEN pulled the bra off Hattie’s breasts and out from under the blanket and up her arms to her wrists that she held secure on the floor. I could see the wobbling through the blanket. She pulled the bra over the wrists and off, by first pulling it a little way up her own arm so she could change hands holding the axillary’s wrists. I could see through the open weave the clear flesh of the auxiliary nurse’s breasts. The brown nipples where causing problems for the loose woollen weave, they where very aroused.
“Okay get her tights and knicks off” staff said. The student nurse now pushed her hands back under the blanket at Hattie’s side at waist height. I heard the sound of nylon being pulled then the sound of elastic being snapped. “No please not together, I’ve changed my mind, let me go, please” I felt Aux was really pleading with the student who was having none of it and I heard the nylons and knickers being pulled down over the hips, then with a side-to-side action and the help of the auxiliary nurse lifting her bottom down past her bum. The blanket had kind of been lifted and gathered to the centre by the movement especially the side-to-side action. I could now see the victim’s bare skin from bottom of ribs to just below the hip, then because the students had pulled her leg in a bit to help with the removal there was a gap just covered with a flap of blanket, then her leg was bear to just above the ankle. I could clearly see the rucked up nylons and creamy-fawn knickers. Staff-nurse saw me looking and straightens the blanket, recovering Hattie’s dignity. The students at the ankles now once again exchanged hands. First the one on the right used her free hand to hold the left ankle as well as the right. This freed the other to hold Hattie’s legs down at the knees while the other then released the ankles and pulled the knickers and nylons first down to the ankles then off. The auxiliary was now naked beneath the blanket.
I’d watched this very carefully noting the poor woman’s suffering. She would occasional catch my eyes and this would cause her to quickly turn her head away. I think it was a case of, she knew I was looking but didn’t want to see me look. She was quiet red faced with the struggle.
“Okay Frank” staff nurse said picking up the towel and placing it over her arm then lifting the bowl off the table and carrying it around the feet of the ‘patient’ placed it down on the floor at her head. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned. Or would you like me to show you first how it’s done”. “NO!” screamed Hattie then, “I’m not have two of these bloody things”. “Fine” said staff, “Spread her legs wide, Franks going to give Auxs tits and pussy a really good wash… (And then after a pause for effect and with a smile on her face and some evil tone in her voice) … then a really good dry”
“Frank please as a friend I’m asking very nicely, please! Or at least be gentle with me” the auxiliary said with puppy dog pleading eyes I could hear the inaudible whimper bounce of the walls of my mind. I smiled, I really genuine felt sorry for her; she’d probably had enough humiliation just being stripped. Staff looked at me with a smile, then a little wink. “Sorry Hat” I said with really pathos in my voice.
I knelt down beside her, she was just staring up at me, looking longingly, and she now started to struggle a little one last attempt to escape. The students pulled her legs apart and she looked down at them, “Please that’s wide enough” she said, staff tilted her head and the students pulled them really wide. “Bitch” Hattie said. “Time for your tits to be washed first, then your pussy, then your arse, Franks an arse man aren’t you Frank” staff said, Hattie turned her head slightly to look at me, I smiled and nodded. She closed her eyes and turned away, “Just do it for pity sake, this waiting worse” Aux said.
I reached for the sponge and ensured it was soaked then wrung it out. “Oh no Frank, it needs to be nice and wet, nothing to harm” staff said. So I put it back in and soaked it. Staff now went to Hattie’s other side and took hold of the blanket and pressed it to the ground around the axillary’s shoulders. “We don’t want it coming off when Frank’s scrubbing you do we. I won’t struggle to much Hat or you’ll find yourself being washed starkers” staff said.
I lifted the side of the blanket gently so as not to reveal anything unnecessarily. I pushed my hand and sopping wet sponge under. A few drips must have hit Hat’s belly because she lightly spasmed and struggled against her restrainers. I put the sponge down on her body just below her left breast farthest away from me. She drew in breath. Staff nodded, I smiled then I drove the sponge into her breast and start to thoroughly wash it. “Bloody hell Frank. Please that’s so embarrassing” Aux said. She’d turn her head central and open her eyes. “Please Frank please” I took no notice it was the only way I could do this. I really felt sorry for her and a shamed of myself putting her through this but I felt more a shamed because I was actually enjoying her clear accepting humiliation. I moved to the next breast and started to soak it to. “Oh you bitches this is awful” Aux said. The others just laughed, well at least your tits aren’t wobbling around on open show”, the SEN said. Hattie blushed bright crimson at that comment, I think not just because she was imagining this procedure being done naked, but also because she looked at the spectacle her breasts where making. Through the open weave of the knitted wool blanket you could she the white flesh flashing as it wobbled, her nipples had now harden and one was poking through the weave. I could sense the feel of her breast through the sponge, they where firm, if a little flabby without the aid of a bra I thought. But occasionally the side of my hand would catch one of her nipples that would have her tighten her body and a ripple could be sensed. Throughout she was moaning with a gentle pant of exertion, “Oh, oH…OH”
I pulled the sponge out and reached for the towel. “One out of three done that wasn’t so bad, was it” SEN said. “See if you think that when it’s your turn”. “Well we’ll have a long wait and I just might move to another ward before then” SEN said. She’d been the lucky one who missed me seeing her birthday bath because of my week back in the real world. I pushed the towel under but because of the bulk it pushed the blanket and Aux screamed. “Oh don’t be silly Hat” staff said as the students pulled the blanket back and held it. I dried the axillary’s tits and she looked on with a grimace, a stern set resigned jaw.
I now turned on my knees to be facing her pubic area. I reached for the sponge again. “Oh no, please staff spare between my legs” Hattie side. “No Hat, poor sister, and I got it between our legs” staff said which was a lie I’d let her off the wash as she was strung up, I now felt very cheated. I lifted the blanket carefully not to alarm Aux. before I even put the sponge in Aux was “Oh no-ing it” I landed the sponge on her pubic hair which seemed moderately thick through the sponge and the occasional brushed contact by my hand revealed it to be thick and wiry but thinned with age. I rubbed around her bush then staff said, “Between her legs as well Frank, get her little pussy nice and wet, (then with that smile and evil tone) … if its not already wet” staff said. “Oh God no, …please Frank”. The little unintended pause because I’d just moved the sponge over what would be her clitoris turned a plea into a prayer. I now moved the sponge fully between her legs and could feel the heat. “Oh Jesus, sweet lord, save me” Hattie exclaimed to the chuckles of the rest of the room. “Perhaps you’d prefer him to bath you” staff said causing more laughter. “Don’t take is name in vain” Hat said. I was just getting on with the bath I’d washed Hattie’s must private part with gentle up and down motions. She was twisting against my intrusion as best she could. “Please Frank stop or they’ll be and accident” Aux said in quite a still and calm voice which told be that this was a genuine plea for relief, I granted her wish and stopped the sponging and reached for the towel. “Truly Frank, gentle, please,” she said looking at me with longing in her eyes. I gently pushed the towel under the blanket the spare student ensuring that the blanket remain over Hattie. I dried her gently and Hat asked me to get the lower part of her inner tight, which had been splashed, she said thank you with genuineness.
“I thinks she’s beginning to like this” SEN said. “No, just getting use to it” the auxiliary replied.
“Okay, turn her over. Frank’s left the best bit until last” staff said. The SEN and the students turned the auxiliary face down slowly ensuring that the blanket remain in place. Then without any warned staff just whipped off the blanket. “NOOoooooo!” Aux cried with a withering tone and volume. Then “Oh, oh” as she tried to arch her body. “You sodden bitch, you promised” she exclaimed. “Sorry honey, Frank’s a bum man couldn’t disappoint, besides you knew full well we’d all agreed that if one was seen all would be”. Aux now looked back over her shoulders to see if I was looking, I had been since the unveiling. “Dam you Frank Whitaker” was all she said.
Her bottom was very surprising as was the rest of her naked body. It was lightly tanned except for the white bits. I later found out she had a sun bed at home. In the early 80’s these were very new fangled and it was a surprise that a 52 year old as she lay there had one. Her bottom was soft and cushion like, not a once of fat over than what was needed to make such a delightful sight. Her back tanned and legs tanned made it truly moon-like in its mooning. It was a peach but then it would have to be a pretty horrible butt not to have me salivating I’m afraid and ashamed to say.
I took up the sponge re-dipping it in the water. Aux looked back over her shoulder again. “Spread her legs girls” staff said to the students. “God no staff please no, oh Christ” as her legs where parted. “I’m sure Hattie that Frank can confirm that you’ve a nice pussy, can’t you Frank” the request put me into automatic and I lean and tilted my head so I could see her pussy. “Oh yes very nice” I said. “You bitch. You promised” Aux said. Staff nodded and I splattered the sponge onto Aux’s bum. “Oh, oh” was all she had left and lay there while I took a little longer then necessary. “Now between the legs Frank” staff said. “OH God no staff, please its been done once” Hat complained but it was too late I’d already pushed the sponge between her legs once more. “Your awful too Frank Whitaker” the auxiliary said plaintively.
I now took up the towel again and dried off Aux’s bottom. Feeling the mounting disappointment at nearly coming to the end. I gently moved the towel down between Hat’s legs and she moaned and rose up. I knew full well what that meant. Staff looked at me with a that’s enough, that would be to much look, and the spare student took over, “Its me now Hat” she said. The bath was complete. “Can I got dressed now?” the auxiliary asked. “Not quite yet” staff said. Then, “Sorry Hat, orders is orders”. Hat began to turn her head over her shoulders to ask what staff meant I’m sure but before she could she got the answer. ‘Turn her over” staff said.
“No, no way. Staff no!” Aux said finding her fight again. The SEN at her head and the two student nurses at her feet where trying to turn her and the auxiliary by tightening her muscles and pushing herself against the torque of the others was trying to avoid the turn. It was a futile act that only rewarded me further. As Hat was being turned over her breasts wobbled wildly adding to my excitement. “Spread her wide girls, she needs a Frankie” A Frankie was the term the girls had coined for being hoisted off the floor naked legs spread so that I could see your charms. Later they were to coining the half Frankie and the laundry Frankie I’ll let you work them out for now. Hattie was lifted off the floor and I moved to her feet and looked up at her. This was an automatic reaction it was only later at home that I’d realised what I’d done.
Poor, poor Aux. She was clearly distressed by this set of events. She was squeezing her eyes closed tight. Trying to make it go away. She opened them to see me stood their just looking straight up her naked body her legs spread very wide, much wider than sisters. She had a sandy patch with much more grey in than her hair. It was woolly, thick but thinned out with hair loss of age. Her patch was surround with a white demarcation line. She obviously tanned in a bikini since her breasts where clearly white against the brown tanned body. Her huge brown nipples where rock solid hard and way disproportionate to her breast size. Her breasts I had imagined when washing them where solid with just a little flabbiness of age, but very good. To be very truthful with you all they where very, very impressive, and on reflection I’d give Aux’s body second place out of all the bodies I’d seen and would see in my time at the hospital.
Aux was blushing and shaking her head and trying her best to pull her legs closed. “Okay” staff said after about 30 seconds of the terrible Frankie as they all came to describe it. The others put Aux down and released her. She quickly pulled herself up into a sitting position. Pulled up her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them hiding away all her charms. The spare student had moved off to the little off duty room, and I wondered why? “Can I get dressed in peace now”. “Not yet” then we all broke into choruses of “Happy Birthday to You” as the student came out of the off duty room with a birthday cake and a candle. Hattie looked over her head. “I’m not eating a piece in the nuddy here” she said staff just nodded. The student bent at the waist to bring the candle in blowing out distance. “Make a wish,” the student nurse said. Hat blow out the candle, “I wish to get dressed” she said and we all laughed. “Oh dear, you know if you say the wish doesn’t come true” staff said and that made even Hattie laugh at the quick whit. “Am I going to have to eat a piece like this?” she said again. Staff nodded. “Can I at least have the blanket” Aux said pleadingly. “Tell you what. If you put your hands on your head and spread your legs willingly for Frank here I’ll spare some of your blushes whilst you eat your cake.” Staff said. “Promise truly promise” Hattie said. “Cross my heart and hope to be stripped and bathed” staff said causing everyone to chuckled again. “Now that’s a serious promise?” I said.
The auxiliary nurse looked at me. She smiled questioningly trying to decide if she was going to do it, and then looked at staff to see if she could confirm her true intent. Then quickly before she changed her decision she moved her arms from around her knees and placed them on her head as she lowered her legs out straight. Just sitting like that she was an exquisite picture. That position became one of my favourites especially with what would happen next. “Spread your legs apart” staff said. Aux looked up at me, and fixed me in a stare, then blushing bright red slowly parted her legs until I lowered my head to look. She was a Devine picture. This position made her body taught and made those few extra pounds disappear. Except for the grey you’d think she was in her early forties rather than fifties. “Well” Aux said, “Can I have the blanket now” “NO!” said staff. Aux dropped and covered herself as before, “You promised,” she said. “No. I said I’d spare some of your blushes not give you the blanket. You can turn over onto your front” staff said. “Oh, that’s suppose to spare my blushes with him salivating over me” Aux said. Everyone laughed again. “Well Frank’s going to have a hard time too, Hattie, its chocolate cake his favourite” staff said as the student finished off handing out the cake by offering a piece to the auxiliary. She unfurled her body took the cake and turned over so once more I could see her bottom. She rested on her left elbow as she used her right hand to eat. She just lay there naked as we all ate; she’d naturally parted her legs, which give a half view of her pussy, which was just very tantalising and sexy.
Once we’d all finished and had wished her happy birthday and she’d told us of her gifts and plans for celebrating at the weekend. Staff said that she could now dress. Hattie came up on to her knees and covered her breasts and pubes in classic ENF style. The younger student nurse was instructed to collect up Hattie’s clothing. She looked with a little alarm at staff at this point. But staff smiled reassuringly. “In the duty room, unless you want Frank to get another eyeful. Hattie shook her head and walked off to the duty room and I watched her lovely delightful bottom waddled across the room. At the door to the duty room she had to drop her arm across her breast to open the door. This afforded me one last look at her delightful breasts; she also quite naturally moved the hand from over her pubes. Pushing the door open she turned slightly as you do. The angle was enough to get another full frontal, her lovely sandy grey pubes still showed the puffiness of her pussy. She looked over as she stepped through the door and saw that my eyes where on her, she glanced down fleetingly, realised she was on show once more blushed even deeper beetroot red than when she was being Frankied and dashed in side. She re-appeared fully dress about 10 minutes later. Night staff arrived and we all went our separate ways home.
The opportunity came one late shift when one of the students was telling a tale about another student who’d been forced to run around the nurse’s residence minus her clothes. This was apparently the fate of a good few students, and indeed, the younger SEN said she’d had to do it has a pupil because her unit had been cited for being unclean. She’d paid up the forfeit for all her unit’s residents. This was why the student nurse had been forced to run naked her unit had infringed some rule.
I quite matter-of-factly asked if this sought of thing went on all the time. Sister asked what I meant. She knew fine well what I meant but was I think egger to make me ask more directly seeing my discomfort at asking but also my discomfort at not knowing. “Well the birthday baths? Aren’t you…well…. don’t you…. (Long sigh). What do you think about me seeing you all so naked?” I said very hastily.
Sister smiled. “Well Frank. I hated it. I know you’ve seen me naked. I know that some day you will see me naked again. I try not to think about either. My friends stripped me, and showed me to you. I’m going to strip them and show them to you. It’s not fun, but its what we do. It…. Why do you men always ask such awful bloody questions?”
“Perhaps I can explain?” staff-nurse said. “Its our wards tradition, it’s what makes you one of us. It’s a shared common experience. It proves you are just like each one of us when the colours (term for nurses uniforms, different colours go with different ranks) are off.”.
“I can see how practical jokes and initiations are important in this job to build team rapport, and I know from what student nurse Jones as said that you use them for unofficial discipline. I can get that. But, didn’t being stripped and then shown to me just freak you out, why didn’t you report it?” I said.
“To settle your mind Frank. I think your asking why we didn’t report you, or more precisely why we didn’t get you into hot water.” Staff said.
“Frank, I can assure you no nurse stripped by us, is going to report the matter, you wouldn’t get into trouble. If you ever cross the line you’ll just be excluded.” Sister said.
“So your saying you’ll go through with something you hate, you’ll just endure it, in silence, you’ll just accept it” I said.
“Frank, birthday baths are our wards tradition, I hate being naked in front of my other female colleagues like that, but I’ve put them through it, so they should put me through it. That’s our bond” staff said.
“I kind of see, but, well, you say you hate it, how do you bear coming to work the next day, how do you bear knowing I’ve seen everything” I said.
“Can I?” the younger SEN said, “Frank I know that when my birthday comes, I’m going to be grabbed and stripped, I was last birthday, and the birthday before. The birthday before that I was on a different ward and it had altogether a different tradition. I know I’m going to be deeply embarrassed at being seen naked by you. I can imagine it now. (She was blushing as if she was living the experience at that moment). I wonder what it will be like what my friends already have experienced, I’ll blush, and I’ll probably shake, but I’ll survive. I’m likely to feel uncomfortable around you for a time but that will pass, once in a while I’ll think about it, and blush. Once in a while I’ll think about it in a different way and it will be exciting, a gas. It’s just harmless, no, not harmless, that’s what people say when looking for an excuse for bad behaviour. It’s just what we do, we’ve all agreed to doing. We had a meeting to decided if you should be present or excluded. It was decided that you where a special part of the team and should be involved in the tradition. You where just meant to watch, staff over stepped the mark when she had you wash sister. But sister was okay about it, she certainly didn’t like it, but she knew it wasn’t your fault it was staffs. That’s why staff got what was coming to her. But since sister was washed, we will all now be washed by you in some way, or have something else befall us, depending on our colleague’s sense of humour. Do you see now?” the younger SEN finished.
“I think you are all mad, but, hey I’m the new guy,” I said.
They all laughed at my comment “That’s the point Frank, you being a guy, it just well makes a stripping and a bath, well a altogether new experience which I found really embarrassing, and next birthday when you see me in all my glory once more I’ll feel just as embarrassed as the first time, but I also know that our friendship will be even stronger, and you’ll respect me even more because I’m not sister but just another person” Sister said.
I still had questions but my head was aching so after a pregnant pause the topic was dropped.
A few weeks went by. I often found myself musing over that conversation. I can’t say I understood it. Heck, even now looking back I can’t understand it any better. I was just grateful; that I’d hit pay dirt I think but a bit of me thought it was wrong, not right. I could see that the women where truly embarrassed but didn’t complain. Often when it was mentioned it would be with a laugh and a joke. I could also see that some took some strange pleasure in it. I was confused, in two minds. One mind found it’s self-wondering what each yet to be revealed staff member would look like, I occasionally imagining sister, or the staff nurses going about their daily duties naked. I found myself trying to find out when the rest of the staffs birthdays where. And remember when exactly sisters and staffs had been. I found myself imagining exactly what would happen, I then let my own imagination visualise all sorts of diabolical things happening to my female colleagues. My other mind heard screams and siren, and cell doors closing. Surely eventually one victim would cry fowl. There was also the little nagging thought that my birthday was just on seven months away. I’d had my 44th birthday the week before I started some five months ago.
I was expecting the older auxiliary’s stripping and bath. We’d collected for her present earlier that week. We where both on the same late shift, the shift preferred for this activity, especially by the victims as I found out sometime later since there was less chance of a visitor, patient, porter, or doctor getting in on the act. It had happen once or twice in the past.
I’d been tidying up the upper day room. It was used for allsorts of activities so by the end of the day the neat and tidy arrangement of tables, chairs, sofas and so on was a jumble. So I was busy re-arranging it into sister’s preferred paten. One of the student nurses came in carrying a blanket and put it down on the table to the right of the clear central area. “Your not leaving that there, are you?” I asked. “Staff said we’re going to need it shortly”, the student replied. I then heard a little squeal, playful one, and then the distinctive sound of a group of people grabbing and lifting another person. I heard that little squeal before and knew that the poor auxiliary had been grabbed.
The older auxiliary was 51; this would be her 52nd birthday. She was a small woman about 5 feet. She had sandy short well-kept hair with the odd grey flick in it. She obviously dyed her hair but in quite a subtle natural way. In her youth she would have been slim and bonny has the Scots would say, she had a slight Scottish accent. That’s not to say she was fat or anything. She was carrying very beautifully those few extra pounds we all put on as we age. She had a good firm, chunky pair of breasts, which until shortly I had only viewed through clothing. Her hips were solid and very noticeable in a very nice reassuring way. They said this woman stood no nonsense. I knew she was a churchgoer, nothing wrong in that. She had two grown up children and a few grand kids. She just didn’t seem the type to let a group of women strip her and bath her, never mind in doing so she would be seen by a man. I’d tried to visualise her naked but just could not.
“Please no, you promised that I’d not have to go naked” I heard her saying. “Please I’ll let him wash me but don’t strip me, I don’t have to be stripped”.
“You said you didn’t mind the washing so that’s what you are going to get” staff said.
“Where? Oh no, not that, that’s meant just to be for punishment!” I heard her saying getting closer by the sounds of it. “Well it will keep your modesty” staff said as they entered the day room on the modesty. The auxiliary’s feet where held by the two student nurses and the SEN had her under the shoulders. They walked into the central clear area. Staff saying, “It’s about time Frank learnt how to do a bed bath”. “Right cover her with the blanket” said staff as she walked to the table to put down a bowl filled with water, and a towel. Once the bowl was down I could tell the bowl also contained a sponge their favourite weapon. The student nurse at the table picked up the blanket and covered the auxiliary nurse.
“No please staff. I’ve changed my mind, I’ll have a bath, but please not with Frank,” the older auxiliary said. “Well how’s he going to wash you without seeing you?” staff nurse said. “Oh fiddle, this is all your fault”, to the SEN.
The student had covered the auxiliary with the blanket. The two students holding her down by the ankles now removed her shoes. The spare student now knelt down beside her and with the SEN still cradling her under her arms, and restraining her wrist, the student put her hand behind the auxiliary’s back, fiddled a bit then pulled the auxiliary’s dress zip down, the sound bouncing off the painted walls. That hypersensitive hearing again as the walls seemed to crowd in. The student now pulled the dress away at the front and the SEN forced the auxiliary down flat and began to push the dress off her arms. The student pulled the blanket up off the axillary’s body creating a shield so that I could not see her bra or anything else. I felt slightly disappointed at this point. But felt genuine relief for this mature woman.
With a bit of a struggle, the auxiliary wasn’t going quietly into that bath. And after staff had told her not to struggle if she didn’t want me seeing everything, the auxiliary stopped struggle so hard and eventually the dress was around her waist. The SEN now had the axillary’s arms above her head pined to the floor with wrist together. The student gathered the blanket at the poor victim’s waist and pulled the dress slowly down. The blanket dislodged for a moment and I could see that she had on a creamy-fawn coloured bra. Staff bent down and pulled the blanket back up and held it whilst the student pulled the dress down to her ankles and then the others taking hold of the legs above the dress to keep them grounded, released the grip on the ankles temporarily to pull the dress fully off. The student doing the undressing now forced her hands in under the auxiliary’s back forcing her up off the floor by say ¼ inch. This was enough to allow the student room to unclip the poor auxiliary’s bra. The SEN now pushed her hand under the blanket from the right side of the axillary’s head.
“Well whip them out for her, we don’t want Frank to get your bra all wet. What would hubby say?” staff said, Hattie made one last plea. “Please staff, please not the blanket bath that’s just not right”. “Tuff Hattie you asked if there was away for Frank to not see you but still wash you? And this is it” staff said. “Please!” Hattie said. “Quiet and stop you’re wining. I was strung up on show perhaps you prefer that?” staff said. “Oh no way, that was awful,” the auxiliary said. “I didn’t see that stopping you” staff said.
Staff nodded and the SEN pulled the bra off Hattie’s breasts and out from under the blanket and up her arms to her wrists that she held secure on the floor. I could see the wobbling through the blanket. She pulled the bra over the wrists and off, by first pulling it a little way up her own arm so she could change hands holding the axillary’s wrists. I could see through the open weave the clear flesh of the auxiliary nurse’s breasts. The brown nipples where causing problems for the loose woollen weave, they where very aroused.
“Okay get her tights and knicks off” staff said. The student nurse now pushed her hands back under the blanket at Hattie’s side at waist height. I heard the sound of nylon being pulled then the sound of elastic being snapped. “No please not together, I’ve changed my mind, let me go, please” I felt Aux was really pleading with the student who was having none of it and I heard the nylons and knickers being pulled down over the hips, then with a side-to-side action and the help of the auxiliary nurse lifting her bottom down past her bum. The blanket had kind of been lifted and gathered to the centre by the movement especially the side-to-side action. I could now see the victim’s bare skin from bottom of ribs to just below the hip, then because the students had pulled her leg in a bit to help with the removal there was a gap just covered with a flap of blanket, then her leg was bear to just above the ankle. I could clearly see the rucked up nylons and creamy-fawn knickers. Staff-nurse saw me looking and straightens the blanket, recovering Hattie’s dignity. The students at the ankles now once again exchanged hands. First the one on the right used her free hand to hold the left ankle as well as the right. This freed the other to hold Hattie’s legs down at the knees while the other then released the ankles and pulled the knickers and nylons first down to the ankles then off. The auxiliary was now naked beneath the blanket.
I’d watched this very carefully noting the poor woman’s suffering. She would occasional catch my eyes and this would cause her to quickly turn her head away. I think it was a case of, she knew I was looking but didn’t want to see me look. She was quiet red faced with the struggle.
“Okay Frank” staff nurse said picking up the towel and placing it over her arm then lifting the bowl off the table and carrying it around the feet of the ‘patient’ placed it down on the floor at her head. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned. Or would you like me to show you first how it’s done”. “NO!” screamed Hattie then, “I’m not have two of these bloody things”. “Fine” said staff, “Spread her legs wide, Franks going to give Auxs tits and pussy a really good wash… (And then after a pause for effect and with a smile on her face and some evil tone in her voice) … then a really good dry”
“Frank please as a friend I’m asking very nicely, please! Or at least be gentle with me” the auxiliary said with puppy dog pleading eyes I could hear the inaudible whimper bounce of the walls of my mind. I smiled, I really genuine felt sorry for her; she’d probably had enough humiliation just being stripped. Staff looked at me with a smile, then a little wink. “Sorry Hat” I said with really pathos in my voice.
I knelt down beside her, she was just staring up at me, looking longingly, and she now started to struggle a little one last attempt to escape. The students pulled her legs apart and she looked down at them, “Please that’s wide enough” she said, staff tilted her head and the students pulled them really wide. “Bitch” Hattie said. “Time for your tits to be washed first, then your pussy, then your arse, Franks an arse man aren’t you Frank” staff said, Hattie turned her head slightly to look at me, I smiled and nodded. She closed her eyes and turned away, “Just do it for pity sake, this waiting worse” Aux said.
I reached for the sponge and ensured it was soaked then wrung it out. “Oh no Frank, it needs to be nice and wet, nothing to harm” staff said. So I put it back in and soaked it. Staff now went to Hattie’s other side and took hold of the blanket and pressed it to the ground around the axillary’s shoulders. “We don’t want it coming off when Frank’s scrubbing you do we. I won’t struggle to much Hat or you’ll find yourself being washed starkers” staff said.
I lifted the side of the blanket gently so as not to reveal anything unnecessarily. I pushed my hand and sopping wet sponge under. A few drips must have hit Hat’s belly because she lightly spasmed and struggled against her restrainers. I put the sponge down on her body just below her left breast farthest away from me. She drew in breath. Staff nodded, I smiled then I drove the sponge into her breast and start to thoroughly wash it. “Bloody hell Frank. Please that’s so embarrassing” Aux said. She’d turn her head central and open her eyes. “Please Frank please” I took no notice it was the only way I could do this. I really felt sorry for her and a shamed of myself putting her through this but I felt more a shamed because I was actually enjoying her clear accepting humiliation. I moved to the next breast and started to soak it to. “Oh you bitches this is awful” Aux said. The others just laughed, well at least your tits aren’t wobbling around on open show”, the SEN said. Hattie blushed bright crimson at that comment, I think not just because she was imagining this procedure being done naked, but also because she looked at the spectacle her breasts where making. Through the open weave of the knitted wool blanket you could she the white flesh flashing as it wobbled, her nipples had now harden and one was poking through the weave. I could sense the feel of her breast through the sponge, they where firm, if a little flabby without the aid of a bra I thought. But occasionally the side of my hand would catch one of her nipples that would have her tighten her body and a ripple could be sensed. Throughout she was moaning with a gentle pant of exertion, “Oh, oH…OH”
I pulled the sponge out and reached for the towel. “One out of three done that wasn’t so bad, was it” SEN said. “See if you think that when it’s your turn”. “Well we’ll have a long wait and I just might move to another ward before then” SEN said. She’d been the lucky one who missed me seeing her birthday bath because of my week back in the real world. I pushed the towel under but because of the bulk it pushed the blanket and Aux screamed. “Oh don’t be silly Hat” staff said as the students pulled the blanket back and held it. I dried the axillary’s tits and she looked on with a grimace, a stern set resigned jaw.
I now turned on my knees to be facing her pubic area. I reached for the sponge again. “Oh no, please staff spare between my legs” Hattie side. “No Hat, poor sister, and I got it between our legs” staff said which was a lie I’d let her off the wash as she was strung up, I now felt very cheated. I lifted the blanket carefully not to alarm Aux. before I even put the sponge in Aux was “Oh no-ing it” I landed the sponge on her pubic hair which seemed moderately thick through the sponge and the occasional brushed contact by my hand revealed it to be thick and wiry but thinned with age. I rubbed around her bush then staff said, “Between her legs as well Frank, get her little pussy nice and wet, (then with that smile and evil tone) … if its not already wet” staff said. “Oh God no, …please Frank”. The little unintended pause because I’d just moved the sponge over what would be her clitoris turned a plea into a prayer. I now moved the sponge fully between her legs and could feel the heat. “Oh Jesus, sweet lord, save me” Hattie exclaimed to the chuckles of the rest of the room. “Perhaps you’d prefer him to bath you” staff said causing more laughter. “Don’t take is name in vain” Hat said. I was just getting on with the bath I’d washed Hattie’s must private part with gentle up and down motions. She was twisting against my intrusion as best she could. “Please Frank stop or they’ll be and accident” Aux said in quite a still and calm voice which told be that this was a genuine plea for relief, I granted her wish and stopped the sponging and reached for the towel. “Truly Frank, gentle, please,” she said looking at me with longing in her eyes. I gently pushed the towel under the blanket the spare student ensuring that the blanket remain over Hattie. I dried her gently and Hat asked me to get the lower part of her inner tight, which had been splashed, she said thank you with genuineness.
“I thinks she’s beginning to like this” SEN said. “No, just getting use to it” the auxiliary replied.
“Okay, turn her over. Frank’s left the best bit until last” staff said. The SEN and the students turned the auxiliary face down slowly ensuring that the blanket remain in place. Then without any warned staff just whipped off the blanket. “NOOoooooo!” Aux cried with a withering tone and volume. Then “Oh, oh” as she tried to arch her body. “You sodden bitch, you promised” she exclaimed. “Sorry honey, Frank’s a bum man couldn’t disappoint, besides you knew full well we’d all agreed that if one was seen all would be”. Aux now looked back over her shoulders to see if I was looking, I had been since the unveiling. “Dam you Frank Whitaker” was all she said.
Her bottom was very surprising as was the rest of her naked body. It was lightly tanned except for the white bits. I later found out she had a sun bed at home. In the early 80’s these were very new fangled and it was a surprise that a 52 year old as she lay there had one. Her bottom was soft and cushion like, not a once of fat over than what was needed to make such a delightful sight. Her back tanned and legs tanned made it truly moon-like in its mooning. It was a peach but then it would have to be a pretty horrible butt not to have me salivating I’m afraid and ashamed to say.
I took up the sponge re-dipping it in the water. Aux looked back over her shoulder again. “Spread her legs girls” staff said to the students. “God no staff please no, oh Christ” as her legs where parted. “I’m sure Hattie that Frank can confirm that you’ve a nice pussy, can’t you Frank” the request put me into automatic and I lean and tilted my head so I could see her pussy. “Oh yes very nice” I said. “You bitch. You promised” Aux said. Staff nodded and I splattered the sponge onto Aux’s bum. “Oh, oh” was all she had left and lay there while I took a little longer then necessary. “Now between the legs Frank” staff said. “OH God no staff, please its been done once” Hat complained but it was too late I’d already pushed the sponge between her legs once more. “Your awful too Frank Whitaker” the auxiliary said plaintively.
I now took up the towel again and dried off Aux’s bottom. Feeling the mounting disappointment at nearly coming to the end. I gently moved the towel down between Hat’s legs and she moaned and rose up. I knew full well what that meant. Staff looked at me with a that’s enough, that would be to much look, and the spare student took over, “Its me now Hat” she said. The bath was complete. “Can I got dressed now?” the auxiliary asked. “Not quite yet” staff said. Then, “Sorry Hat, orders is orders”. Hat began to turn her head over her shoulders to ask what staff meant I’m sure but before she could she got the answer. ‘Turn her over” staff said.
“No, no way. Staff no!” Aux said finding her fight again. The SEN at her head and the two student nurses at her feet where trying to turn her and the auxiliary by tightening her muscles and pushing herself against the torque of the others was trying to avoid the turn. It was a futile act that only rewarded me further. As Hat was being turned over her breasts wobbled wildly adding to my excitement. “Spread her wide girls, she needs a Frankie” A Frankie was the term the girls had coined for being hoisted off the floor naked legs spread so that I could see your charms. Later they were to coining the half Frankie and the laundry Frankie I’ll let you work them out for now. Hattie was lifted off the floor and I moved to her feet and looked up at her. This was an automatic reaction it was only later at home that I’d realised what I’d done.
Poor, poor Aux. She was clearly distressed by this set of events. She was squeezing her eyes closed tight. Trying to make it go away. She opened them to see me stood their just looking straight up her naked body her legs spread very wide, much wider than sisters. She had a sandy patch with much more grey in than her hair. It was woolly, thick but thinned out with hair loss of age. Her patch was surround with a white demarcation line. She obviously tanned in a bikini since her breasts where clearly white against the brown tanned body. Her huge brown nipples where rock solid hard and way disproportionate to her breast size. Her breasts I had imagined when washing them where solid with just a little flabbiness of age, but very good. To be very truthful with you all they where very, very impressive, and on reflection I’d give Aux’s body second place out of all the bodies I’d seen and would see in my time at the hospital.
Aux was blushing and shaking her head and trying her best to pull her legs closed. “Okay” staff said after about 30 seconds of the terrible Frankie as they all came to describe it. The others put Aux down and released her. She quickly pulled herself up into a sitting position. Pulled up her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them hiding away all her charms. The spare student had moved off to the little off duty room, and I wondered why? “Can I get dressed in peace now”. “Not yet” then we all broke into choruses of “Happy Birthday to You” as the student came out of the off duty room with a birthday cake and a candle. Hattie looked over her head. “I’m not eating a piece in the nuddy here” she said staff just nodded. The student bent at the waist to bring the candle in blowing out distance. “Make a wish,” the student nurse said. Hat blow out the candle, “I wish to get dressed” she said and we all laughed. “Oh dear, you know if you say the wish doesn’t come true” staff said and that made even Hattie laugh at the quick whit. “Am I going to have to eat a piece like this?” she said again. Staff nodded. “Can I at least have the blanket” Aux said pleadingly. “Tell you what. If you put your hands on your head and spread your legs willingly for Frank here I’ll spare some of your blushes whilst you eat your cake.” Staff said. “Promise truly promise” Hattie said. “Cross my heart and hope to be stripped and bathed” staff said causing everyone to chuckled again. “Now that’s a serious promise?” I said.
The auxiliary nurse looked at me. She smiled questioningly trying to decide if she was going to do it, and then looked at staff to see if she could confirm her true intent. Then quickly before she changed her decision she moved her arms from around her knees and placed them on her head as she lowered her legs out straight. Just sitting like that she was an exquisite picture. That position became one of my favourites especially with what would happen next. “Spread your legs apart” staff said. Aux looked up at me, and fixed me in a stare, then blushing bright red slowly parted her legs until I lowered my head to look. She was a Devine picture. This position made her body taught and made those few extra pounds disappear. Except for the grey you’d think she was in her early forties rather than fifties. “Well” Aux said, “Can I have the blanket now” “NO!” said staff. Aux dropped and covered herself as before, “You promised,” she said. “No. I said I’d spare some of your blushes not give you the blanket. You can turn over onto your front” staff said. “Oh, that’s suppose to spare my blushes with him salivating over me” Aux said. Everyone laughed again. “Well Frank’s going to have a hard time too, Hattie, its chocolate cake his favourite” staff said as the student finished off handing out the cake by offering a piece to the auxiliary. She unfurled her body took the cake and turned over so once more I could see her bottom. She rested on her left elbow as she used her right hand to eat. She just lay there naked as we all ate; she’d naturally parted her legs, which give a half view of her pussy, which was just very tantalising and sexy.
Once we’d all finished and had wished her happy birthday and she’d told us of her gifts and plans for celebrating at the weekend. Staff said that she could now dress. Hattie came up on to her knees and covered her breasts and pubes in classic ENF style. The younger student nurse was instructed to collect up Hattie’s clothing. She looked with a little alarm at staff at this point. But staff smiled reassuringly. “In the duty room, unless you want Frank to get another eyeful. Hattie shook her head and walked off to the duty room and I watched her lovely delightful bottom waddled across the room. At the door to the duty room she had to drop her arm across her breast to open the door. This afforded me one last look at her delightful breasts; she also quite naturally moved the hand from over her pubes. Pushing the door open she turned slightly as you do. The angle was enough to get another full frontal, her lovely sandy grey pubes still showed the puffiness of her pussy. She looked over as she stepped through the door and saw that my eyes where on her, she glanced down fleetingly, realised she was on show once more blushed even deeper beetroot red than when she was being Frankied and dashed in side. She re-appeared fully dress about 10 minutes later. Night staff arrived and we all went our separate ways home.
The Ship Builders Tales – (Senior SEN's Punishment Shower) by George
It was mid September, a Thursday, I was working a late with sister, and senior staff. Vicky the older SEN was on duty as well. Strangely none of the students had been rotated on. Sister had been well peculiar all day. She kept preventing me from stacking the laundry supplies, one of my normal routine jobs, we’d even laughed over some of the lengths she’d gone to, to stop me. Night sister came on very early and took the handover without the rest of the night staff. Then the night staff was late. The senior staff came up to me quietly and said, “Don’t rush off, you’ll be needed” Eventually the night staff arrived but before we could go sister now insisted on me and the older SEN Vicky putting the laundry away. I was very confused, and to be truthful a little miffed. I was tied after a long shift; I could have put the laundry away countless times. Vicky was even more miffed than me. She wanted to know why sister, and both staffs where upset with her, she said she’d not done anything she was aware of to offend anyone of them never mine all three. Laundry away Vicky and I headed off for the changing rooms. As we got to the edge of the ward night sister called Vicky back to the telephone, so I left to change and go home.
I walked down the stairs and headed for the changing room at the far end of the corridor. Sister was waiting at the end and beckon me forward then said, “Come on, hurry, run, before Vicky comes”. I jogged up to her and she pushed me into the female changing rooms.
Some background and geography is needed here. Our hospital was a women’s hospital. Only female patients where admitted. There was a pre-labour ward, a labour ward, a post labour ward, and a nursery, and a SICNBU for premature babies. A female general surgery ward, a day surgery unit, a gynaecology ward, two medical wards, our geriatric ward, and then in two separate buildings a psychiatric unit, outpatients, teenage girl unit including a new mothers unit, physiotherapy, x-ray, occupational therapy, and all the admin officers.
I explain this to account for the fact that there was only a female changing room. My so-called changing room was the main utility room. It contained all the master electric switches, the piped gas valves, and the water valves. An area had been set aside with a table and chairs, and a few lockers. The porters and trade staff would use it when on site. Porters would come on at eight in the morning and go of around eight in the evening so I would have it to myself most of the time when changing. It had no toilets or showers. I missed not being able to shower at the end of a shift. In the yards you always showered before going home, it was such a habit that even when off, at the right time I’d go and have a shower just out of habit.
Now the female changing rooms where in effect built around this utility room. I’ll do my best to describe the geography. You entered the changing rooms by a single door from the corridor that led to a very small antechamber. A set of double doors led into the main changing/locker room. It would be about 25 feet by 15 feet. The 25 feet would run off immediately to your left, and too your right there was another set of double doors which led to the smaller changing room, for sisters. 15 feet away at the other end of that wall was another single door, which led to a short corridor, which ran to the shower room. This shower room was situated immediately behind, and also down the far side of the utility room I used to change. The shower room was an inverted L-shape the bit missing to make it rectangular was the utility room. To complete the geography for accurateness, a door down from the utility room led to another small antechamber then directly into the shower room. This door was always kept locked.
Once inside the changing room properly I was greeted briefly, as sister pushed me towards the door to the corridor, which ran down to the shower room, by senior staff and three third year student nurses. These would be on the third year night’s allocation on surgery and medical wards. “Stand here,” sister said to me when we where in the corridor “You’ll be able to see everything. Make sure you’re in the shower room opposite the double doors when we come through the sisters changing room,” and quickly disappeared back to the main changing room. The door closed and I took up position behind it looking through the porthole window.
At the end of this short corridor was an opening. It once had a door, but this had been taken away along time ago to be repaired and never brought back, the hinge holes and lock hole where still to be seen. When you entered beyond this point you stepped out into a large open area with a concrete floor. Immediately to your right was a set of double doors from the sister’s locker room, beyond them making the L-shape was the tiled back wall of the utility room. Immediately opposite you was four toilet stalls. Each had a strong wooden door, and the partition walls where tiled covered brick. The Victorian basins where served by high-level cisterns which flushed by pulling a chain. There was a wide-open gap between the end of the utility wall and the wall of the last stall, which give access to the bathing and showering area. There where two big bathtubs, then four private shower rooms, these had been toilet stalls at one point I think but had been converted to small shower room. At the end of this area to the right was the door to the antechamber. Next to it and running for a good 15 feet was a communal shower, rather like those found in swimming pools, with that standard sandy rough tile surface on wall and floor.
Sister and staff disappeared out of sight into the sisters’ changing rooms. I could just to say see the back of the student nurses as they looked into the sisters’ changing room. I could here through the wall the sound of locker doors; from the students I heard some little laughter and the occasional congratulatory comments and wondered what was going on. I began to wonder what the show was going to hold for me. Then my thoughts turned to the fact that I was stood in the female changing rooms. What would happen if some other female came in? There I’d be, she’d see me, call out “Peeping Tom” and I’d be hauled off in front of the beak. This got my nerves tingling and I was thinking perhaps I should slip off quietly and began to wonder if that other door could be opened from the inside.
What stopped me was my earlier thought that had been invaded by the thought of being discovered and arrested as a voyeur. I’d being trying to get my head around why the women did this. I had a chance here to observe a woman being stripped and hopefully see her reactions to it without her knowing I was around so that it would be her natural reaction when just being stripped by the girls. Would I find that they where just as horrified as when I was present. Or was it more the case of no big deal. Or even, and I was beginning to wonder about this, I think, before that night, but have certainly pondered it hard ever since the punishment shower, that they actually like it in some weird way. Perhaps it was even, and this thought probably wasn’t in my mind at that time, sexual.
So there I was stood looking through the window. I heard the double doors go but could not see who entered. There was then a shriek, followed by an “aahH” and although I could not see who had entered I suspected and recognised it to be the older SEN Vicky. “NO!” came a clear voice, then “NO…(at which point Vicky came into view, her arms held twisted behind her back by the taller two third years)…you have no cause”. “Please whatever it is you’re mistaken” the SEN went on. She had her back to me so I could watch without her seeing me. “Please let’s talk” she squealed trying to wriggle free from the grip of the two students.
“Get her down,” said senior staff. The spare third year put her knee into the back of the knee of the SEN and she buckle and crashed to the ground, the two other third years guiding her down. They pushed her forward so that she was now face down on the floor. I had to stand on tiptoes to see to the bottom of her feet. She was kicking like mad trying to make contact with anything or more likely anyone. The third years where far to practised at pinning first years down by now to be easily overpower by a SEN. “Right strip her” sister’s voice said. I was unable to see her or staff. “How far do you want us to go” the spare third year asked. “I just said didn’t I, strip her” sister snapped. Sister seemed very angry. Which was a surprise because she’d seemed perfectly all right with me all day. I then began to think that Vicky must have done something to annoy or upset her. The third year still confirmed the instruction, “Your sure, starkers?” “We’re not pupil nurses any more are we Vicky, we’re a grown woman, and grown woman get stripped completely, you should be thank full that its late and we can’t be bothered or we’d shave your pubes too”. This more than anything confirmed sister’s anger and rage towards the older SEN and made sister’s instructions clear. Has she’d been completing them the student had already removed Vicky’s shoes and was busy pull down the zip of her dress to her belt. She couldn’t pull the zip any further with the belt on so she started to tug it around the SEN’s waist to unbuckle it. Once unbuckled she pulled one end away over Vicky’s back but left it trapped beneath her. She then completed the pulling of the zip. The green dresses of the SEN’s meant they could get away with colourful underwear. I knew this from the odd glimpse when lifting patients, or they sat on beds for meetings. The older SEN had on a purple bra. It was back fastening and otherwise looked quite plain and ordinary from the back. The third years that were holding Vicky’s arms now used their free hands to pull the dress off her shoulders revealing more of the bra.
“Please why are you doing this” Vicky begged. “Why, I thought that would be obvious” sister said in a very gruff voice. “Please staff tell me, please, I’m sure I can explain” Vicky protested. “Well you thought it was so funny that me, staff, and sister where seen naked by Frank and you got away with it we thought we’d teach you a lesson”. “Please no, not a punishment shower. We agreed we’d not do them anymore” the SEN pleaded seeming to know her fate. “As, I recall, you where against us repelling them, since you invented them and got off on given them”, sister said.
This was the first time I’d heard the nurses talking about their antic so directly like that. That some of them got off on doing them, to the others. I knew that there where plenty of rumours about certain staff being lesbian and others bi-sexual. But could these pranks have some sexual motive. I suddenly felt very unsure of my act of voyeurism. It seemed wrong that I was watching this without Vicky’s knowledge. I was far to tired to worry about it to much, I was struggling to keep my eyes open as it was, mental effort would have closed me down. I found myself yawning, and trying to stay awake despite the fact that a fairly beautiful woman was being stripped completed naked in front of me.
The students now placed their free hands on Vicky’s wrist, which where held behind her back by their other hands, from above so that the dress’ sleeves where trapped between the two hands. Now by moving their first hands they could allow the dress’ sleeves to be removed by the other student without Vicky being released. The dress’ top was just under Vicky’s breast line. The spare student nurse now pulled the dress down, Vicky trying to push her body hard into the ground to stop her, but to no avail. It was moved firstly to her waistline, then off over her bottom, revealing the purple panties beneath the tights to match the bra. The underwear was smooth sheen nylon. Very well cut to fit snugly the orbs of her bottom. The dress was now pulled down and off the SEN’s legs despite, or even aided by her kicking. She was still pleading, now directly to the student nurses to be released.
“Come on this is taking to long” sister said, “Get her stripped”. The third year now reached for the SEN’s tights and pushed her hands in. “Oh please, oh don’t” Vicky pleaded but to no avail. The student pushed the nylon down and gathered the older SEN’s knickers with them. “NO!” she cried as the third year quite roughly pushed the tights and purple panties down over Vicky’s hips then forced then off over her bum against the force of her weight trying to keep them tight to the floor. “Owww, that hurts” Vicky said as the nylons where forced from under her, I imaging giving her a friction burn. Her naked bottom was now on show. It wobbled like a delicious jelly. It was well padded, not that Vicky was fat she just had a well-padded big arse compared to the rest of her frame. I would have liked that over my lap I thought, not that I was in any way inclined to spanking. The nylons where pulled down and off her feet. Vicky had stopped fighting; saving her energy for whatever was coming next. I think she had conceded the stripping. “Get the bra off her and then its into the showers with her” staff’s voice said. The third year reach up for her bra clip and undid it. The other two then reached down, the SEN said, “Wait” and raised her body up so that they could pull her bra up without it hurting. They pulled it off her arms and flung it away. Vicky now lay naked. Her lightly fading tanned body glowed under the strip lighting, no pun intended. I could see just a hint of pink between her slightly spread legs.
“Right get her up” staff shouted and the third years pulled her up still back to me and sister and staff. What happen next took my breath away. Sister and staff appeared. What you might ask was it about that that took my breath away. Well sister was wearing a lovely shinny black bikini, the type with a halter neck and two ear like tassels, which dropped down from the stitched knot, which kept the two cups together as one top. Her bikini bottoms where a brief style. Staff wore a maroon, itsy bitsy bikini, with a white line around the top’s cups and bottom’s waistband. It barely concealed her breasts, and left must of her bottom on show. They looked great. It was this that caused me to stir both physically and mentally. “Turn her around,” shouted sister, and the third years pulled her around. I leant a little way back just in case she caught a glimpse of me. But she was struggling to hard and concentrating on what was going on in her immediate area to notice anything or anyone else looking at her naked breasts, and pubic patch. “Right” said sister, “Time for the shower”. “Please, please, I‘ve learnt my lesson, I’ll have my birthday bath with Frank next year” I thought to myself, “I think your in for it much sooner than that love” I then felt a little tug of guilt for thinking such a terrible thought. Staff went to one side of Vicky and sister to the other; they raised her off the ground to carry her. “Right open the doors for us” sister said to the spare third year nurse. This was my cue. I ran along the corridor, into the shower room and positioned myself opposite the double doors between it and the sister’s changing room.
I stood waiting for the entrance. I was breathing heavily. Not just from the little run along the short corridor. The excitement of seeing Vicky stripped, then looking at her most ample naked bottom. Then her being stood up. I had the briefest of memories of her frontal nakedness, but I was sure I was about to get a really good look.
The double doors crashed open. Vicky was in mid plea. “Please can’t we…(they burst through the door) …work this out” Vicky was saying looking up at sister who in order to come through the door had turn inwards to Vicky’s central line, as had staff for the same reason. Vicky now seemed to freeze. The group took one more step to be fully in the room allowing the doors to swing back. Vicky slowly turned her head. She looked right at me. The colour drained from her face to be immediately replaced by a bright red glow. Her mouth dropped open. She bucked, trying frantically to get free and cover her naked body. “You fucking bitches, he can see everything,” Vicky screamed, the echo reverberating off the shower room walls. “Let me go please, you can’t its two humiliating in front of Frank” tears where rolling down her face, I nearly stepped in to call a halt but then I noticed what had been staring me in the face for the last 10 seconds. Her keel shaped breasts, which where alabaster smooth had the hugest brown nipples I’d ever seem. They were quite impressive by them selves, some woman would be proud to have them as breasts. I’d never seen such large round nipples, they seem to fill a good quarter of her breasts, in the middle was the bud part, it was like a doorstop, really, I’ve seen smaller doorstops. She was definitely getting off on this. Her pussy, which due to her legs being pulled mercilessly apart by sister and staff was fully on show, was puffed up like a large pink fluffy pillow. It was glistening with juices running over its engorged lips which where gapping open. She had the most, well; it was if she had a little penis rather than a clitoris. I’d heard of this condition, two much testosterone in the blood supply when she was being conceived. She was Amazonian. Her black bush was a wild wiry forest. It would have taken a lawnmower to deal with it, and it was obvious that she did in deed regularly shave, and wax it. She obviously shaved her armpits regularly you could she the mid-night black stubble shadow. This was a really treat. I’d never imagined she’d look like this, and I’d imagined often.
Sister and staff now spoke like a double act one after the other. “Well Frank what do you think of her tits” sister said. “There great!” I said. “And her pussy can you see everything or shall we spread her more” staff said puling the leg she was holding as she did. “Please know, Frank don’t look, not like that” Vicky said mournfully. “No Frank do look like that, have a bloody good look” sister said. “Please sister, its far more horrid than I thought it would be” Vicky said. “Well, did you know Frank that it was this little bitch, (Vicky tried to pull her legs closed, it was taking all four woman effort to keep Vicky up and on show) you dare close your legs and I’ll tie you butt naked to the front fence for the world to see. Did you know Frank it was this ugly, fat, pussy (neither adjective was a true evaluation of what I was looking at) that talked me, us, into allowing you to see all of all of us, then as the nerve when she’d avoided it, to bragged” sister said in a bit of a tirade. I was curious at what she said given that I hadn’t plan to stay employed as a nurse, and only at best her, senior staff, and Vicky would have had birthdays while I was covering for the sick auxiliary and have been seen by me, but perhaps that was the all of us, the others only coming into play when unexpectedly I returned.
“Well Frank have you seen enough for now or do you want to look at her ugly, fat pussy and tits some more” sister said. “Please sister don’t say those things they hurt more than Franks eyes,” Vicky said. I’d systematically looked at every inch of her; she’d followed my gaze with her own. She new exactly what I was looking at, she would blush with the knowledge of what I was seeing, that would cause a reaction on her body which I would react to very visibly through my thin white cotton uniform trousers. “Yes, I’ve had my fill for now” I said. They dropped her legs and the two third years pulled her up straight. “Turn her around let Frank have a look at her fat arse”. The third years spun her around. It was, as said, a very ample arse. It just called out to be felt but I resisted. “Bring her into the shower room” sister said and the third year led her off with me following.
I have to now back track a bit. I’ve concentrated on telling you about Vicky, but I had two other great looking women to voyeur, in just bikinis. They obviously deliberately dressed that way, I doubted it was for my pleasure; it obviously had something to do with a punishment shower. They where dressed to get wet. I could view quite a bit of sister and staff dressed like that. Both had lovely legs in different ways. Sister’s where very muscular, firm, they carried a little extra but enough to make her upper thighs sculptured, as apposed to in any way fat. There was a little hint of cellulite but obviously sister was on top of this. Sister’s feet where very remarkable, they were much longer than I expected. They where softly rounded as apposed to bony and hard. They had their toenails painted, which now seeing them again I remembered from her bathing. That day they where a sought of purple, today they where pink. The one thing that all this striping had done for me was to make me really look at woman, not just the three obvious bits, but also every bit. I began to notice little scars and wondered what tale lay behind them. Sister’s scar on the abdomen was in a curious place. Her belly button was pulled down because of the scar, and was crater like; it seemed to go in much further than it would naturally. Her breasts although covered where well supported, nice firm round, and wobbling like little jellies due to the fighting that SEN was putting up. Her arms because of lifting where very toned. Her hair as always was in a ponytail and I wondered what it would look like down. She had a pleasant face, her nose, matched her race if I can put it that way, since I’m not quite sure in these PC days how to say it. Her surname was Rymer.
Staff-nurse on the other hand as I have said before was all skin and bones. At 27, except for the younger auxiliary she was the youngest on the ward. She was also the tallest by about an inch or two, the older SEN just being shorter than her. I would say they both where around 5ft 10 to 11 inches, a good bit shorter than me, at 6 ft 2 inches. That’s not to say her long legs weren’t very much appreciated because they where. Her bikini bottoms, where the shortest cut, I’d seen to that date, not a thong but not far off, revealing for my delight most of her bottom cheeks. Which quivered with the exertion of holding the struggling SEN. What was more interesting was that her top had been knocked in the struggle and I could see her nipple pointing out. She seemed unaware of this. It wasn’t erect, not even a little firm, just normal; it was nice to see it naturally. Her small domed breasts where nothing in comparison to the marvels that I was looking at on the naked SEN. Her brown hair not kept in place by her hat was nicely flowing but needed a comb.
They carried Vicky into the communal shower. The students had handed her over to staff and sister. They’d pinned Vicky down by her out stretched arms. She was flat on her back. She’d closed her legs but I could still see her pussy lips swelling out. She tried to turn her lower body and raise her knees to further conceal her private area. “That’s right turn over, give Frank a good look at your arse, and I bet that ugly crack of yours too” sister said. It was true enough that when she rolled like she was I could she her pussy from the rear. She now turned flat on her back and was I think planning to bring her legs up to shield her breasts from view but then realised what this would do. She seemed then to resign herself to having her breasts on show, and the most tantalising glimpse of her pussy through the gorgeous thick black mop of hair.
“Right” said staff. “No, please, no, don’t” the SEN pleaded. Then the jet of water hit her smack on the pussy area. The powerful hose jet must have hurt such a tender part of her body. It caused her to completely lose her concentration and made her loosen the tight squeezing of the legs that she’d been doing to conceal her privates. For when the jet moved off to hit her breasts I could now clearly see her pussy. Now wet for other reasons but because of the coldness of the water red raw. She was thrashing about which just made her legs kick widely, she was truly screaming because of the power of the jet and its coldness; I could feel the ice stood where I was. “No, no” she said through gulps, as the jet would hit her face, then her pussy then her tits, then abdomen, then the student nurse wheedling it sprayed her legs and arms at sisters request. “Right, stop a moment” staff said. The nurse turned the control arm at the hose end. Water was running to the central grate the volume surprised me, she most have been hit by gallons. Vicky just lay there shivering, like a drowned rat. She looked mournfully up at me. Sister and staff turned her over, and now pinned her down. A nod and the water jet hit Vicky’s bottom, she screamed.
Stood there I felt really sorry for Vicky I could see why this was punishment. How could anyone physically or mentally survive this? The one thought after all these years, which still makes my stomach tighten is how did these woman allow me to see so much, and they experience it without it seemingly to cause any long-term problems. She was blasted head to toe again and again, with special concentration on her bottom. This was really red raw. “Stop” said staff and the water was turned off. Sister and staff turned the SEN over and I could see just how raw and cold she was. Her nipples were absolutely solid, but her pussy had contracted and looked angry.
“Frank in that first cubical there’s a bucket, and a kettle of boiling water, top the bucket up so its nice and warm and bring it here” sister said. “NO, please no sister, not Frank, let the students do it” Vicky plead. “Oh no girl, it was your idea for Frank to see us all being washed, and I think you conspired with staff to have him wash me. You are going to find out what its like to have a strange men come at your naked tits, pussy, and arse with a soapy sponge”. “Please staff, he didn’t wash you, if you knew what it was like you’d save me”. “If I knew what it was like, I’d have a whole gang of porters do it to you”. The students all laughed.
I fetched the bucket, after toping it up with the kettle. Sister checked the water. “Oh that’s going to really smart” she said. Then I worked it out. “Right, be good and it won’t be so bad” sister said. “Right Frank get her tits nice and soapy” sister said. Vicky looked up at me pleadingly slowly moving her head from side to side. Has I reached forward with the soapy warm sponge she closed her eyes. “OHHHHH” she exploded when the sponge touched. “That’s fucking awfully you bitches” she screamed. “Give them a good, good wash Frank for that”. I was truly sorry for what I did that night Vicky was obviously in physical, mental, and emotional pain. Why didn’t I stop it? Hell I don’t know. It was just required; it was what the situation demand. No, I have no excuse for the torture I put that poor woman through that night. “Right Frank, get her pussy done” staff said. I re-armed the sponge. Vicky clasped her legs tight but sister signalled to the students. They came over and pulled Vicky’s legs apart. “Splash our uniforms and you’ll get this every shift for a month”, the lead student said, and I for one believed her.
Legs now spread and held I could see once more very clearly and really up close her large wonderful pussy. The legs being pulled allow it to open naturally. It was pink, no sign of juices or arousal, just cold rawness. It was the first time I’d wash a vagina whilst being able to look at it. I slapped the sponge down and Vicky bucked and withered. “OH, that stings” she said and I ignored it and washed her roughly. That wasn’t deliberate on my part; I was somewhat out of control. I just wanted this terrible thing over. Her pussy washed sister had be wash the rest of her front. The white soapsuds really made the red rawness of her skin burn into your eyes.
They now turned Vicky over. The students once again pulled her legs wide open. This allowed me a good clear look at her pussy from another angle. I made contact with her bottom and soaped it. Vicky “OHed” and “AHed” she clenched her cheeks and bucked her body. I pushed the sponge down between her legs. “OHhhhhh you’ve done that once” she said rather like a little child. “You know the rules, if we can see it we can wash it” staff said. Sister had me now soap all of her back and right down SEN’s legs. She looked like a badly made snowman, sorry snowwoman.
“Right” said sister “Do you want it easy or hard?” “Please sister just let me shower?” Vicky said. “Have you truly learned your lesson?” staff asked. “Yes” Vicky said. “So, how are you going to prove it to us?” Sister asked. “Please I’ll do anything,” Vicky said. “Fine” said sister, “When we release you, you can stand, make sure you don’t cover anything. In fact you can give Frank here a good long look of your body until he’s satisfied. Then you can shower. If your good Frank might even go to the ward for you and get a towel”.
They released the older SEN’s wrists and ankles and she slowly stood up. Still back to me she looked over her shoulder. I could see from her stance that she was lightly covering her breasts and pubic area. “No covering” said sister. She moved her hands away, “Put them on your head, so your not tempted” staff said. Vicky look absolutely dejected and raised her arms onto her head. She now slowly turned around. What an absolute picture she was. The white of the soap in stark contrast to the pink raw flesh beneath, the large brown nipples, which seemed to be even larger than my short-term memory, remembered them. Her thick black bush, and yes, the clear sign that her clitoris, which had been subdued by the hose, was once more reactive. I just stared at her. I wondered how long this could last. I felt strange myself as if I’d gone through hell to arrive in heaven. We just stared at each other. Initially Vicky was a defiant, eye straight into mine. But as my eyes roamed around her naked body she must have been feeling the shame again to be being seen by a work colleague completely and utterly naked. I coughed and looked away as self-consciousness pricked me. “I thinks that’s find,” I said.
“Okay into the shower, you three better get back to your wards thank sisters’ for me” sister said to the students. Vicky went under one of the shower nozzles and turned the water on. She jumped back when the initial cold jet hit her. She put her hand under until the warm water ran through then stepped underneath to rinse off the soap. I stood and watched. “Stay under there and make sure Frank gets a good all round look until we return” sister said. Her and staff disappeared into a private shower cubical and after just enough time to take off a bikini I heard the sound of more running water.
Vicky was washing the soap off her body. She was angled away from me bent over with one leg forward of the other running her hands up and down her leg to wash off the soap. The bobbing action was making her breasts bob. It was a delicious sight. She would from time to time turn her head to me and smile. She changed legs and completed the same interesting cleaning process. She then stood up straight turned her back to me (stood so that her right arm was to the shower wall) and stepped past the shower spray so that it hit and cleaned her bottom of soap. She then washed her bottom with her hands, she checked periodically by looking over her shoulder to see if I was still watching. She now turned into the shower so the water splashed down her front. She washed her face, and then turned to me so I could once more see breasts and her pubic area. She shook her head, opened her eyes and walked slowly over to the bucket she bent over giving me that wonderful straight on view of her gravity defying breasts. She took the soap bar from the bucket and turns and walked back to the shower jet.
She stood facing me and began to wash herself in the shower stream using the soap bar to re-lathering her body. She closed her eyes as she obviously pleasured herself. This was a really strange turn up for the books. She was making love to me; this was an overt, OTT act. I wondered briefly, just for a fleeting moment if she expected something from me. But then the thought of her husband who I knew by sight from the yard crossed my mind. She run her hands over her breasts and opening her eyes ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She smiled acknowledging the beet red blush, which filled my face. She now lean forward just a little and soaped between her legs. I saw her finger probed her own sex. She then stood straight and jiggled her breasts and turned full back into the shower to rinse. The spell was broken, she was just showering again now no sex involved, and she would look over occasionally to see what I was doing.
The bolt on one of the shower room’s door clanked and sister clip-clopped across the concrete floor to me. “Has she been trying to seduce you” sister asked. I nodded not taking my eyes off the naked nurse. “Little tart” sister said as I heard staff leaving her cubical both now being dressed for home. “Okay, you can finish now you little minx” sister said returning to her normal self, that is she was no longer angry with the SEN. Vicky turn off the shower and came over to the entrance, she walked calmly and casually not covering. “Okay put your hands on your head and stay like that until Frank returns with your towel” sister said. “Off you go Frank”.
I took one last look then left for the ward and the laundry room to recover a towel. Night sister collared me and wanted to know what they’d done to the SEN. I told her quickly wanting to be back with the towel but she and the other night staff did a job of detaining me for some 10 minutes. Poor Vicky as I rushed back I could imaging her stood there hands on head. Dry by now I thought she’s probably dressed and gone. As I approached the shower room door it was open, wedged with a wooden chock. I went in thinking that would be quicker, I crossed the anteroom in two paces pushed open the inner door and walk along the sidewall of the communal shower, which hid Vicky from view. As I got to the end and turned I wondered if she would be there. She was quite naked still but covering her bits and pieces.
“Please Frank don’t say I covered?” she asked pleadingly. “It’s okay I won’t,” I said handing her the towel. She took it and wrapped herself in it. “She you in the morning. (Then realising she was going off duty after today) No Tuesday” I said. “Don’t go Frank stay with me until I’ve dried and walk me to my car” Vicky said the girls didn’t like cross the hospital once it had turn dark, it was now nearly 11 o’clock. “Okay I’ll wait for you outside” I said. “No! I mean, please I don’t mind you staying. Talk to me” Vicky said. I moved off around the wall and lent against it to give her some privacy. I could hear her rubbing away drying. “Have you told your wife about our little games” she asked. “Just about sister and staff, she’s only just talking to me again,” I said. “Oh Frank, did we get you into trouble” Vicky said. “No! I did that all by myself,” I said and Vicky giggled. She was back to being her pleasant self. “Will you tell your hubby about tonight?” I asked. “Oh, yes, he loves it when I’m all sexed up”. “Here” the older SEN said her arm reaching out with the towel dangling from her hand. “You better put it down the chute”.
“Aren’t you going to need it whilst you go and get dressed” I said. “Seems pointless Frank you’ve (then stepping out of the shower cubical naked into my sight once more) seen more of me than my hubby,” she said with a cheeky smile. I took the towel and worked over to the laundry chute, which dropped the towel to the basement collection skip. Quite naked and not at least bothered it seemed about me seeing she crossed to the end of the utility room wall. I followed after her watching the wobble of her bottom. We crossed to the double doors of the sisters changing room. Vicky shook them the sound of the rattle reverberating around the empty shower room. “Nuts! The bitch as locked them. (Then turning to me) How did you get back in”? “The door from the main corridor was open,” I said.
Vicky looked dejected and curiously, since until that moment everything had been on show, she now covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with a left. “They want me to streak the corridor,” she said. I chuckled, “Sorry” I said. She sniffed. “I’ve do it before” then pausing and thinking, “Twice!” “I check the side door from the corridor,” I said. “Don’t bother it will be locked” she said. “Never the less” I said as I disappeared into the little corridor my voice echoing in the confined space, “I’ll check” but she was right it was locked.
“Frank would you go and get my stuff form my locker and bring it to me” the SEN said with a hint of sexual wile. “Okay” I said looking at her. I walked off back through the shower room out into the corridor then along to the female changing room. Her uniform and under things where still scattered as they had been left. Collected them up then realised that if I took her them she’d have to come back and change. I was really tied and wanted to be home. Besides the misses would by now be fuming and I was looking at the Spanish inquisition. I looked in her dress pocket for the locker key, and found it. It took a while to find her locker. Each had a ward name on them and then the nurse’s surname. The wards weren’t group together. I returned with her purple underwear, tights, outdoor shoes, a blouse, and skirt, and a short jacket. I’d expected her to be waiting near the sisters’ changing room but she had walked back through to the shower area. When I came through the door I was quite shocked. She was stood facing the inner door at the end of the communal shower wall. That wasn’t the shock, she had her hands on her head and everything was on show. “Just a little thank you for not forcing me to streak” she said. Then ran down grabbed her clothes and turn and went back into the space in front of the communal shower. I heard the sounds of dressing and in less than five minutes she appeared fully dressed. We left and she brief stopped to check her locker then we head out across the car park. I stood and waved her goodbye.
I walked down the stairs and headed for the changing room at the far end of the corridor. Sister was waiting at the end and beckon me forward then said, “Come on, hurry, run, before Vicky comes”. I jogged up to her and she pushed me into the female changing rooms.
Some background and geography is needed here. Our hospital was a women’s hospital. Only female patients where admitted. There was a pre-labour ward, a labour ward, a post labour ward, and a nursery, and a SICNBU for premature babies. A female general surgery ward, a day surgery unit, a gynaecology ward, two medical wards, our geriatric ward, and then in two separate buildings a psychiatric unit, outpatients, teenage girl unit including a new mothers unit, physiotherapy, x-ray, occupational therapy, and all the admin officers.
I explain this to account for the fact that there was only a female changing room. My so-called changing room was the main utility room. It contained all the master electric switches, the piped gas valves, and the water valves. An area had been set aside with a table and chairs, and a few lockers. The porters and trade staff would use it when on site. Porters would come on at eight in the morning and go of around eight in the evening so I would have it to myself most of the time when changing. It had no toilets or showers. I missed not being able to shower at the end of a shift. In the yards you always showered before going home, it was such a habit that even when off, at the right time I’d go and have a shower just out of habit.
Now the female changing rooms where in effect built around this utility room. I’ll do my best to describe the geography. You entered the changing rooms by a single door from the corridor that led to a very small antechamber. A set of double doors led into the main changing/locker room. It would be about 25 feet by 15 feet. The 25 feet would run off immediately to your left, and too your right there was another set of double doors which led to the smaller changing room, for sisters. 15 feet away at the other end of that wall was another single door, which led to a short corridor, which ran to the shower room. This shower room was situated immediately behind, and also down the far side of the utility room I used to change. The shower room was an inverted L-shape the bit missing to make it rectangular was the utility room. To complete the geography for accurateness, a door down from the utility room led to another small antechamber then directly into the shower room. This door was always kept locked.
Once inside the changing room properly I was greeted briefly, as sister pushed me towards the door to the corridor, which ran down to the shower room, by senior staff and three third year student nurses. These would be on the third year night’s allocation on surgery and medical wards. “Stand here,” sister said to me when we where in the corridor “You’ll be able to see everything. Make sure you’re in the shower room opposite the double doors when we come through the sisters changing room,” and quickly disappeared back to the main changing room. The door closed and I took up position behind it looking through the porthole window.
At the end of this short corridor was an opening. It once had a door, but this had been taken away along time ago to be repaired and never brought back, the hinge holes and lock hole where still to be seen. When you entered beyond this point you stepped out into a large open area with a concrete floor. Immediately to your right was a set of double doors from the sister’s locker room, beyond them making the L-shape was the tiled back wall of the utility room. Immediately opposite you was four toilet stalls. Each had a strong wooden door, and the partition walls where tiled covered brick. The Victorian basins where served by high-level cisterns which flushed by pulling a chain. There was a wide-open gap between the end of the utility wall and the wall of the last stall, which give access to the bathing and showering area. There where two big bathtubs, then four private shower rooms, these had been toilet stalls at one point I think but had been converted to small shower room. At the end of this area to the right was the door to the antechamber. Next to it and running for a good 15 feet was a communal shower, rather like those found in swimming pools, with that standard sandy rough tile surface on wall and floor.
Sister and staff disappeared out of sight into the sisters’ changing rooms. I could just to say see the back of the student nurses as they looked into the sisters’ changing room. I could here through the wall the sound of locker doors; from the students I heard some little laughter and the occasional congratulatory comments and wondered what was going on. I began to wonder what the show was going to hold for me. Then my thoughts turned to the fact that I was stood in the female changing rooms. What would happen if some other female came in? There I’d be, she’d see me, call out “Peeping Tom” and I’d be hauled off in front of the beak. This got my nerves tingling and I was thinking perhaps I should slip off quietly and began to wonder if that other door could be opened from the inside.
What stopped me was my earlier thought that had been invaded by the thought of being discovered and arrested as a voyeur. I’d being trying to get my head around why the women did this. I had a chance here to observe a woman being stripped and hopefully see her reactions to it without her knowing I was around so that it would be her natural reaction when just being stripped by the girls. Would I find that they where just as horrified as when I was present. Or was it more the case of no big deal. Or even, and I was beginning to wonder about this, I think, before that night, but have certainly pondered it hard ever since the punishment shower, that they actually like it in some weird way. Perhaps it was even, and this thought probably wasn’t in my mind at that time, sexual.
So there I was stood looking through the window. I heard the double doors go but could not see who entered. There was then a shriek, followed by an “aahH” and although I could not see who had entered I suspected and recognised it to be the older SEN Vicky. “NO!” came a clear voice, then “NO…(at which point Vicky came into view, her arms held twisted behind her back by the taller two third years)…you have no cause”. “Please whatever it is you’re mistaken” the SEN went on. She had her back to me so I could watch without her seeing me. “Please let’s talk” she squealed trying to wriggle free from the grip of the two students.
“Get her down,” said senior staff. The spare third year put her knee into the back of the knee of the SEN and she buckle and crashed to the ground, the two other third years guiding her down. They pushed her forward so that she was now face down on the floor. I had to stand on tiptoes to see to the bottom of her feet. She was kicking like mad trying to make contact with anything or more likely anyone. The third years where far to practised at pinning first years down by now to be easily overpower by a SEN. “Right strip her” sister’s voice said. I was unable to see her or staff. “How far do you want us to go” the spare third year asked. “I just said didn’t I, strip her” sister snapped. Sister seemed very angry. Which was a surprise because she’d seemed perfectly all right with me all day. I then began to think that Vicky must have done something to annoy or upset her. The third year still confirmed the instruction, “Your sure, starkers?” “We’re not pupil nurses any more are we Vicky, we’re a grown woman, and grown woman get stripped completely, you should be thank full that its late and we can’t be bothered or we’d shave your pubes too”. This more than anything confirmed sister’s anger and rage towards the older SEN and made sister’s instructions clear. Has she’d been completing them the student had already removed Vicky’s shoes and was busy pull down the zip of her dress to her belt. She couldn’t pull the zip any further with the belt on so she started to tug it around the SEN’s waist to unbuckle it. Once unbuckled she pulled one end away over Vicky’s back but left it trapped beneath her. She then completed the pulling of the zip. The green dresses of the SEN’s meant they could get away with colourful underwear. I knew this from the odd glimpse when lifting patients, or they sat on beds for meetings. The older SEN had on a purple bra. It was back fastening and otherwise looked quite plain and ordinary from the back. The third years that were holding Vicky’s arms now used their free hands to pull the dress off her shoulders revealing more of the bra.
“Please why are you doing this” Vicky begged. “Why, I thought that would be obvious” sister said in a very gruff voice. “Please staff tell me, please, I’m sure I can explain” Vicky protested. “Well you thought it was so funny that me, staff, and sister where seen naked by Frank and you got away with it we thought we’d teach you a lesson”. “Please no, not a punishment shower. We agreed we’d not do them anymore” the SEN pleaded seeming to know her fate. “As, I recall, you where against us repelling them, since you invented them and got off on given them”, sister said.
This was the first time I’d heard the nurses talking about their antic so directly like that. That some of them got off on doing them, to the others. I knew that there where plenty of rumours about certain staff being lesbian and others bi-sexual. But could these pranks have some sexual motive. I suddenly felt very unsure of my act of voyeurism. It seemed wrong that I was watching this without Vicky’s knowledge. I was far to tired to worry about it to much, I was struggling to keep my eyes open as it was, mental effort would have closed me down. I found myself yawning, and trying to stay awake despite the fact that a fairly beautiful woman was being stripped completed naked in front of me.
The students now placed their free hands on Vicky’s wrist, which where held behind her back by their other hands, from above so that the dress’ sleeves where trapped between the two hands. Now by moving their first hands they could allow the dress’ sleeves to be removed by the other student without Vicky being released. The dress’ top was just under Vicky’s breast line. The spare student nurse now pulled the dress down, Vicky trying to push her body hard into the ground to stop her, but to no avail. It was moved firstly to her waistline, then off over her bottom, revealing the purple panties beneath the tights to match the bra. The underwear was smooth sheen nylon. Very well cut to fit snugly the orbs of her bottom. The dress was now pulled down and off the SEN’s legs despite, or even aided by her kicking. She was still pleading, now directly to the student nurses to be released.
“Come on this is taking to long” sister said, “Get her stripped”. The third year now reached for the SEN’s tights and pushed her hands in. “Oh please, oh don’t” Vicky pleaded but to no avail. The student pushed the nylon down and gathered the older SEN’s knickers with them. “NO!” she cried as the third year quite roughly pushed the tights and purple panties down over Vicky’s hips then forced then off over her bum against the force of her weight trying to keep them tight to the floor. “Owww, that hurts” Vicky said as the nylons where forced from under her, I imaging giving her a friction burn. Her naked bottom was now on show. It wobbled like a delicious jelly. It was well padded, not that Vicky was fat she just had a well-padded big arse compared to the rest of her frame. I would have liked that over my lap I thought, not that I was in any way inclined to spanking. The nylons where pulled down and off her feet. Vicky had stopped fighting; saving her energy for whatever was coming next. I think she had conceded the stripping. “Get the bra off her and then its into the showers with her” staff’s voice said. The third year reach up for her bra clip and undid it. The other two then reached down, the SEN said, “Wait” and raised her body up so that they could pull her bra up without it hurting. They pulled it off her arms and flung it away. Vicky now lay naked. Her lightly fading tanned body glowed under the strip lighting, no pun intended. I could see just a hint of pink between her slightly spread legs.
“Right get her up” staff shouted and the third years pulled her up still back to me and sister and staff. What happen next took my breath away. Sister and staff appeared. What you might ask was it about that that took my breath away. Well sister was wearing a lovely shinny black bikini, the type with a halter neck and two ear like tassels, which dropped down from the stitched knot, which kept the two cups together as one top. Her bikini bottoms where a brief style. Staff wore a maroon, itsy bitsy bikini, with a white line around the top’s cups and bottom’s waistband. It barely concealed her breasts, and left must of her bottom on show. They looked great. It was this that caused me to stir both physically and mentally. “Turn her around,” shouted sister, and the third years pulled her around. I leant a little way back just in case she caught a glimpse of me. But she was struggling to hard and concentrating on what was going on in her immediate area to notice anything or anyone else looking at her naked breasts, and pubic patch. “Right” said sister, “Time for the shower”. “Please, please, I‘ve learnt my lesson, I’ll have my birthday bath with Frank next year” I thought to myself, “I think your in for it much sooner than that love” I then felt a little tug of guilt for thinking such a terrible thought. Staff went to one side of Vicky and sister to the other; they raised her off the ground to carry her. “Right open the doors for us” sister said to the spare third year nurse. This was my cue. I ran along the corridor, into the shower room and positioned myself opposite the double doors between it and the sister’s changing room.
I stood waiting for the entrance. I was breathing heavily. Not just from the little run along the short corridor. The excitement of seeing Vicky stripped, then looking at her most ample naked bottom. Then her being stood up. I had the briefest of memories of her frontal nakedness, but I was sure I was about to get a really good look.
The double doors crashed open. Vicky was in mid plea. “Please can’t we…(they burst through the door) …work this out” Vicky was saying looking up at sister who in order to come through the door had turn inwards to Vicky’s central line, as had staff for the same reason. Vicky now seemed to freeze. The group took one more step to be fully in the room allowing the doors to swing back. Vicky slowly turned her head. She looked right at me. The colour drained from her face to be immediately replaced by a bright red glow. Her mouth dropped open. She bucked, trying frantically to get free and cover her naked body. “You fucking bitches, he can see everything,” Vicky screamed, the echo reverberating off the shower room walls. “Let me go please, you can’t its two humiliating in front of Frank” tears where rolling down her face, I nearly stepped in to call a halt but then I noticed what had been staring me in the face for the last 10 seconds. Her keel shaped breasts, which where alabaster smooth had the hugest brown nipples I’d ever seem. They were quite impressive by them selves, some woman would be proud to have them as breasts. I’d never seen such large round nipples, they seem to fill a good quarter of her breasts, in the middle was the bud part, it was like a doorstop, really, I’ve seen smaller doorstops. She was definitely getting off on this. Her pussy, which due to her legs being pulled mercilessly apart by sister and staff was fully on show, was puffed up like a large pink fluffy pillow. It was glistening with juices running over its engorged lips which where gapping open. She had the most, well; it was if she had a little penis rather than a clitoris. I’d heard of this condition, two much testosterone in the blood supply when she was being conceived. She was Amazonian. Her black bush was a wild wiry forest. It would have taken a lawnmower to deal with it, and it was obvious that she did in deed regularly shave, and wax it. She obviously shaved her armpits regularly you could she the mid-night black stubble shadow. This was a really treat. I’d never imagined she’d look like this, and I’d imagined often.
Sister and staff now spoke like a double act one after the other. “Well Frank what do you think of her tits” sister said. “There great!” I said. “And her pussy can you see everything or shall we spread her more” staff said puling the leg she was holding as she did. “Please know, Frank don’t look, not like that” Vicky said mournfully. “No Frank do look like that, have a bloody good look” sister said. “Please sister, its far more horrid than I thought it would be” Vicky said. “Well, did you know Frank that it was this little bitch, (Vicky tried to pull her legs closed, it was taking all four woman effort to keep Vicky up and on show) you dare close your legs and I’ll tie you butt naked to the front fence for the world to see. Did you know Frank it was this ugly, fat, pussy (neither adjective was a true evaluation of what I was looking at) that talked me, us, into allowing you to see all of all of us, then as the nerve when she’d avoided it, to bragged” sister said in a bit of a tirade. I was curious at what she said given that I hadn’t plan to stay employed as a nurse, and only at best her, senior staff, and Vicky would have had birthdays while I was covering for the sick auxiliary and have been seen by me, but perhaps that was the all of us, the others only coming into play when unexpectedly I returned.
“Well Frank have you seen enough for now or do you want to look at her ugly, fat pussy and tits some more” sister said. “Please sister don’t say those things they hurt more than Franks eyes,” Vicky said. I’d systematically looked at every inch of her; she’d followed my gaze with her own. She new exactly what I was looking at, she would blush with the knowledge of what I was seeing, that would cause a reaction on her body which I would react to very visibly through my thin white cotton uniform trousers. “Yes, I’ve had my fill for now” I said. They dropped her legs and the two third years pulled her up straight. “Turn her around let Frank have a look at her fat arse”. The third years spun her around. It was, as said, a very ample arse. It just called out to be felt but I resisted. “Bring her into the shower room” sister said and the third year led her off with me following.
I have to now back track a bit. I’ve concentrated on telling you about Vicky, but I had two other great looking women to voyeur, in just bikinis. They obviously deliberately dressed that way, I doubted it was for my pleasure; it obviously had something to do with a punishment shower. They where dressed to get wet. I could view quite a bit of sister and staff dressed like that. Both had lovely legs in different ways. Sister’s where very muscular, firm, they carried a little extra but enough to make her upper thighs sculptured, as apposed to in any way fat. There was a little hint of cellulite but obviously sister was on top of this. Sister’s feet where very remarkable, they were much longer than I expected. They where softly rounded as apposed to bony and hard. They had their toenails painted, which now seeing them again I remembered from her bathing. That day they where a sought of purple, today they where pink. The one thing that all this striping had done for me was to make me really look at woman, not just the three obvious bits, but also every bit. I began to notice little scars and wondered what tale lay behind them. Sister’s scar on the abdomen was in a curious place. Her belly button was pulled down because of the scar, and was crater like; it seemed to go in much further than it would naturally. Her breasts although covered where well supported, nice firm round, and wobbling like little jellies due to the fighting that SEN was putting up. Her arms because of lifting where very toned. Her hair as always was in a ponytail and I wondered what it would look like down. She had a pleasant face, her nose, matched her race if I can put it that way, since I’m not quite sure in these PC days how to say it. Her surname was Rymer.
Staff-nurse on the other hand as I have said before was all skin and bones. At 27, except for the younger auxiliary she was the youngest on the ward. She was also the tallest by about an inch or two, the older SEN just being shorter than her. I would say they both where around 5ft 10 to 11 inches, a good bit shorter than me, at 6 ft 2 inches. That’s not to say her long legs weren’t very much appreciated because they where. Her bikini bottoms, where the shortest cut, I’d seen to that date, not a thong but not far off, revealing for my delight most of her bottom cheeks. Which quivered with the exertion of holding the struggling SEN. What was more interesting was that her top had been knocked in the struggle and I could see her nipple pointing out. She seemed unaware of this. It wasn’t erect, not even a little firm, just normal; it was nice to see it naturally. Her small domed breasts where nothing in comparison to the marvels that I was looking at on the naked SEN. Her brown hair not kept in place by her hat was nicely flowing but needed a comb.
They carried Vicky into the communal shower. The students had handed her over to staff and sister. They’d pinned Vicky down by her out stretched arms. She was flat on her back. She’d closed her legs but I could still see her pussy lips swelling out. She tried to turn her lower body and raise her knees to further conceal her private area. “That’s right turn over, give Frank a good look at your arse, and I bet that ugly crack of yours too” sister said. It was true enough that when she rolled like she was I could she her pussy from the rear. She now turned flat on her back and was I think planning to bring her legs up to shield her breasts from view but then realised what this would do. She seemed then to resign herself to having her breasts on show, and the most tantalising glimpse of her pussy through the gorgeous thick black mop of hair.
“Right” said staff. “No, please, no, don’t” the SEN pleaded. Then the jet of water hit her smack on the pussy area. The powerful hose jet must have hurt such a tender part of her body. It caused her to completely lose her concentration and made her loosen the tight squeezing of the legs that she’d been doing to conceal her privates. For when the jet moved off to hit her breasts I could now clearly see her pussy. Now wet for other reasons but because of the coldness of the water red raw. She was thrashing about which just made her legs kick widely, she was truly screaming because of the power of the jet and its coldness; I could feel the ice stood where I was. “No, no” she said through gulps, as the jet would hit her face, then her pussy then her tits, then abdomen, then the student nurse wheedling it sprayed her legs and arms at sisters request. “Right, stop a moment” staff said. The nurse turned the control arm at the hose end. Water was running to the central grate the volume surprised me, she most have been hit by gallons. Vicky just lay there shivering, like a drowned rat. She looked mournfully up at me. Sister and staff turned her over, and now pinned her down. A nod and the water jet hit Vicky’s bottom, she screamed.
Stood there I felt really sorry for Vicky I could see why this was punishment. How could anyone physically or mentally survive this? The one thought after all these years, which still makes my stomach tighten is how did these woman allow me to see so much, and they experience it without it seemingly to cause any long-term problems. She was blasted head to toe again and again, with special concentration on her bottom. This was really red raw. “Stop” said staff and the water was turned off. Sister and staff turned the SEN over and I could see just how raw and cold she was. Her nipples were absolutely solid, but her pussy had contracted and looked angry.
“Frank in that first cubical there’s a bucket, and a kettle of boiling water, top the bucket up so its nice and warm and bring it here” sister said. “NO, please no sister, not Frank, let the students do it” Vicky plead. “Oh no girl, it was your idea for Frank to see us all being washed, and I think you conspired with staff to have him wash me. You are going to find out what its like to have a strange men come at your naked tits, pussy, and arse with a soapy sponge”. “Please staff, he didn’t wash you, if you knew what it was like you’d save me”. “If I knew what it was like, I’d have a whole gang of porters do it to you”. The students all laughed.
I fetched the bucket, after toping it up with the kettle. Sister checked the water. “Oh that’s going to really smart” she said. Then I worked it out. “Right, be good and it won’t be so bad” sister said. “Right Frank get her tits nice and soapy” sister said. Vicky looked up at me pleadingly slowly moving her head from side to side. Has I reached forward with the soapy warm sponge she closed her eyes. “OHHHHH” she exploded when the sponge touched. “That’s fucking awfully you bitches” she screamed. “Give them a good, good wash Frank for that”. I was truly sorry for what I did that night Vicky was obviously in physical, mental, and emotional pain. Why didn’t I stop it? Hell I don’t know. It was just required; it was what the situation demand. No, I have no excuse for the torture I put that poor woman through that night. “Right Frank, get her pussy done” staff said. I re-armed the sponge. Vicky clasped her legs tight but sister signalled to the students. They came over and pulled Vicky’s legs apart. “Splash our uniforms and you’ll get this every shift for a month”, the lead student said, and I for one believed her.
Legs now spread and held I could see once more very clearly and really up close her large wonderful pussy. The legs being pulled allow it to open naturally. It was pink, no sign of juices or arousal, just cold rawness. It was the first time I’d wash a vagina whilst being able to look at it. I slapped the sponge down and Vicky bucked and withered. “OH, that stings” she said and I ignored it and washed her roughly. That wasn’t deliberate on my part; I was somewhat out of control. I just wanted this terrible thing over. Her pussy washed sister had be wash the rest of her front. The white soapsuds really made the red rawness of her skin burn into your eyes.
They now turned Vicky over. The students once again pulled her legs wide open. This allowed me a good clear look at her pussy from another angle. I made contact with her bottom and soaped it. Vicky “OHed” and “AHed” she clenched her cheeks and bucked her body. I pushed the sponge down between her legs. “OHhhhhh you’ve done that once” she said rather like a little child. “You know the rules, if we can see it we can wash it” staff said. Sister had me now soap all of her back and right down SEN’s legs. She looked like a badly made snowman, sorry snowwoman.
“Right” said sister “Do you want it easy or hard?” “Please sister just let me shower?” Vicky said. “Have you truly learned your lesson?” staff asked. “Yes” Vicky said. “So, how are you going to prove it to us?” Sister asked. “Please I’ll do anything,” Vicky said. “Fine” said sister, “When we release you, you can stand, make sure you don’t cover anything. In fact you can give Frank here a good long look of your body until he’s satisfied. Then you can shower. If your good Frank might even go to the ward for you and get a towel”.
They released the older SEN’s wrists and ankles and she slowly stood up. Still back to me she looked over her shoulder. I could see from her stance that she was lightly covering her breasts and pubic area. “No covering” said sister. She moved her hands away, “Put them on your head, so your not tempted” staff said. Vicky look absolutely dejected and raised her arms onto her head. She now slowly turned around. What an absolute picture she was. The white of the soap in stark contrast to the pink raw flesh beneath, the large brown nipples, which seemed to be even larger than my short-term memory, remembered them. Her thick black bush, and yes, the clear sign that her clitoris, which had been subdued by the hose, was once more reactive. I just stared at her. I wondered how long this could last. I felt strange myself as if I’d gone through hell to arrive in heaven. We just stared at each other. Initially Vicky was a defiant, eye straight into mine. But as my eyes roamed around her naked body she must have been feeling the shame again to be being seen by a work colleague completely and utterly naked. I coughed and looked away as self-consciousness pricked me. “I thinks that’s find,” I said.
“Okay into the shower, you three better get back to your wards thank sisters’ for me” sister said to the students. Vicky went under one of the shower nozzles and turned the water on. She jumped back when the initial cold jet hit her. She put her hand under until the warm water ran through then stepped underneath to rinse off the soap. I stood and watched. “Stay under there and make sure Frank gets a good all round look until we return” sister said. Her and staff disappeared into a private shower cubical and after just enough time to take off a bikini I heard the sound of more running water.
Vicky was washing the soap off her body. She was angled away from me bent over with one leg forward of the other running her hands up and down her leg to wash off the soap. The bobbing action was making her breasts bob. It was a delicious sight. She would from time to time turn her head to me and smile. She changed legs and completed the same interesting cleaning process. She then stood up straight turned her back to me (stood so that her right arm was to the shower wall) and stepped past the shower spray so that it hit and cleaned her bottom of soap. She then washed her bottom with her hands, she checked periodically by looking over her shoulder to see if I was still watching. She now turned into the shower so the water splashed down her front. She washed her face, and then turned to me so I could once more see breasts and her pubic area. She shook her head, opened her eyes and walked slowly over to the bucket she bent over giving me that wonderful straight on view of her gravity defying breasts. She took the soap bar from the bucket and turns and walked back to the shower jet.
She stood facing me and began to wash herself in the shower stream using the soap bar to re-lathering her body. She closed her eyes as she obviously pleasured herself. This was a really strange turn up for the books. She was making love to me; this was an overt, OTT act. I wondered briefly, just for a fleeting moment if she expected something from me. But then the thought of her husband who I knew by sight from the yard crossed my mind. She run her hands over her breasts and opening her eyes ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She smiled acknowledging the beet red blush, which filled my face. She now lean forward just a little and soaped between her legs. I saw her finger probed her own sex. She then stood straight and jiggled her breasts and turned full back into the shower to rinse. The spell was broken, she was just showering again now no sex involved, and she would look over occasionally to see what I was doing.
The bolt on one of the shower room’s door clanked and sister clip-clopped across the concrete floor to me. “Has she been trying to seduce you” sister asked. I nodded not taking my eyes off the naked nurse. “Little tart” sister said as I heard staff leaving her cubical both now being dressed for home. “Okay, you can finish now you little minx” sister said returning to her normal self, that is she was no longer angry with the SEN. Vicky turn off the shower and came over to the entrance, she walked calmly and casually not covering. “Okay put your hands on your head and stay like that until Frank returns with your towel” sister said. “Off you go Frank”.
I took one last look then left for the ward and the laundry room to recover a towel. Night sister collared me and wanted to know what they’d done to the SEN. I told her quickly wanting to be back with the towel but she and the other night staff did a job of detaining me for some 10 minutes. Poor Vicky as I rushed back I could imaging her stood there hands on head. Dry by now I thought she’s probably dressed and gone. As I approached the shower room door it was open, wedged with a wooden chock. I went in thinking that would be quicker, I crossed the anteroom in two paces pushed open the inner door and walk along the sidewall of the communal shower, which hid Vicky from view. As I got to the end and turned I wondered if she would be there. She was quite naked still but covering her bits and pieces.
“Please Frank don’t say I covered?” she asked pleadingly. “It’s okay I won’t,” I said handing her the towel. She took it and wrapped herself in it. “She you in the morning. (Then realising she was going off duty after today) No Tuesday” I said. “Don’t go Frank stay with me until I’ve dried and walk me to my car” Vicky said the girls didn’t like cross the hospital once it had turn dark, it was now nearly 11 o’clock. “Okay I’ll wait for you outside” I said. “No! I mean, please I don’t mind you staying. Talk to me” Vicky said. I moved off around the wall and lent against it to give her some privacy. I could hear her rubbing away drying. “Have you told your wife about our little games” she asked. “Just about sister and staff, she’s only just talking to me again,” I said. “Oh Frank, did we get you into trouble” Vicky said. “No! I did that all by myself,” I said and Vicky giggled. She was back to being her pleasant self. “Will you tell your hubby about tonight?” I asked. “Oh, yes, he loves it when I’m all sexed up”. “Here” the older SEN said her arm reaching out with the towel dangling from her hand. “You better put it down the chute”.
“Aren’t you going to need it whilst you go and get dressed” I said. “Seems pointless Frank you’ve (then stepping out of the shower cubical naked into my sight once more) seen more of me than my hubby,” she said with a cheeky smile. I took the towel and worked over to the laundry chute, which dropped the towel to the basement collection skip. Quite naked and not at least bothered it seemed about me seeing she crossed to the end of the utility room wall. I followed after her watching the wobble of her bottom. We crossed to the double doors of the sisters changing room. Vicky shook them the sound of the rattle reverberating around the empty shower room. “Nuts! The bitch as locked them. (Then turning to me) How did you get back in”? “The door from the main corridor was open,” I said.
Vicky looked dejected and curiously, since until that moment everything had been on show, she now covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with a left. “They want me to streak the corridor,” she said. I chuckled, “Sorry” I said. She sniffed. “I’ve do it before” then pausing and thinking, “Twice!” “I check the side door from the corridor,” I said. “Don’t bother it will be locked” she said. “Never the less” I said as I disappeared into the little corridor my voice echoing in the confined space, “I’ll check” but she was right it was locked.
“Frank would you go and get my stuff form my locker and bring it to me” the SEN said with a hint of sexual wile. “Okay” I said looking at her. I walked off back through the shower room out into the corridor then along to the female changing room. Her uniform and under things where still scattered as they had been left. Collected them up then realised that if I took her them she’d have to come back and change. I was really tied and wanted to be home. Besides the misses would by now be fuming and I was looking at the Spanish inquisition. I looked in her dress pocket for the locker key, and found it. It took a while to find her locker. Each had a ward name on them and then the nurse’s surname. The wards weren’t group together. I returned with her purple underwear, tights, outdoor shoes, a blouse, and skirt, and a short jacket. I’d expected her to be waiting near the sisters’ changing room but she had walked back through to the shower area. When I came through the door I was quite shocked. She was stood facing the inner door at the end of the communal shower wall. That wasn’t the shock, she had her hands on her head and everything was on show. “Just a little thank you for not forcing me to streak” she said. Then ran down grabbed her clothes and turn and went back into the space in front of the communal shower. I heard the sounds of dressing and in less than five minutes she appeared fully dressed. We left and she brief stopped to check her locker then we head out across the car park. I stood and waved her goodbye.
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