The Ship Builder's Tale : (The Young Auxilary) by Geogre

Sister kept her word. I wasn’t sure if she’d go through with it on Boxing Day. But as soon as she came on ward at midday she took me to the side, in her office and asked what proof I needed. I thought about it and said, “Well I guess that you’ll have to prove your not wearing anything beneath that dress” I said. Sister smiled and said, “Where, not here please”. I thought for a moment and said. “In the bottom linen cupboard”. We walked out of the office and down to the linen cupboard. The patients greeting her as we walked past. I thought how surreal that was. Here she was going to strip, and yet acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. We entered the cupboard and sister reached for her belt and undid the four button clasps. She removed her belt and placed it over the laundry skip. She turned to me and smiled. “Do I lift or strip” She said. At that the older staff nurse appeared at the door. “She should strip?” she said. I nodded approval. Sister scowled at staff and then reached behind her back and pulled down the zip. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I’d seen her like this before in the locker room thanking me for my kindness. The dress around her ankles, the black nylon self-support stockings. The normal black bush missing and signs of recent indulgence. She dressed when I turn away to savour the moment.

I was off between Christmas and New Year. I’d arranged to meet Alison. I sat in our usual café watching the rain drizzle down the large window pane. I saw a rather wet Alison dashing towards the café, trying to avoid the puddles, and dodging the drops. She hurried across the road avoiding the cars to busy to care about splashing people. The old fashioned bell above the door of the café rang as she clicked open the slightly stuck door. She dripped her way over to my booth, shook off the excess water then removed her raincoat and hung it on the stand at the end of the booths. She sat on the long bench seat opposite me.

“Hi, its really gross out there” she said.

“Yeah, great weather for ducks” I said.

The young waitress came over and Alison ordered a mocha.

We chatted about everything except what Alison knew I wanted to talk about. Silence eventually fell after the second cup of coffee. I smiled and she smiled back.

“Who’s idea was it?” I asked.

Alison smiled. “It was a collective idea” Alison said being deliberately vague and evasive.

“Yeah sure..(I said leaning over and beginning to whisper)..sister collectively had the idea to strip herself and have you shave her” I said. Alison chuckled.

“Sister suggested we all strip to our underwear as a Christmas box for you” she said.

“So how did you get from that to, three nurses baring gifts” I said making a pun on the Christmas story.

“Well sister was behind all this malarkey, so we thought she needed a lesson” Alison said.

“Ummm, and the two staff nurses?” I said.

“Collateral damage or senior sisterly solidarity or willingness. Take your pick” Alison said.

“So..(leaning over again and speaking quietly)..where were they stripped and how come the two student nurses. I thought we never involved nurses off other wards” I said.

“Well we needed the extra help” Alison said. I looked, “Then Lou and Tracy weren’t willing then” I said.

“Well, whilst they thought, like sister, that it was the undies deal, they where” Alison said.

I looked puzzled. “We sent them to the doctors duty room. The idea was that we where all going to strip there then come onto the ward and for a dare call out to you from the edge of the ward.” Alison said.

“Oh” was all I could manage.

Silence fell and Alison moved around and closer to me. “When we entered they knew their gooses where cooked. It didn’t take long to strip them naked” Alison said, “They’d done the difficult bit for us.” I looked puzzled then answered my own question I realised of course they where already in knickers and bra.

“But shave, enema and where was staff put?” I asked.

“Oh they didn’t mind that, it was the being stripped and Frankied for the students which freaked them” Alison said. And would say no more on that particular point despite being pressed.

“So where was staff put?” I asked. “Well she was put back in the doctors lounge”. Alison said, “They all three hated that bit the worse”. I looked again. “Being brought naked along the corridor, we’ll have to try that out with Jayne”. Alison said.

That caused me to change the subject. “Yes, what are you planning with her, she is really wound up about it but won’t say” I said. “You’ll just have to wait and see”, Alison said.

The young auxiliary’s birthday came and went. I felt disappointed. Jayne felt relieved and said as much to me. It was a week later a Sunday that lighting struck the younger auxiliary. The day had been quiet. The staff nurses had been on duty, in the morning with Hattie, Jayne. I had come on duty, in the afternoon with Vicky and two student nurses.

Vicky came to me just before the morning shift was going off and said that Mr. Parks would like a bath. Mr. Parks often had a bath on a Sunday afternoon, so I was not in the least bit suspicious. I got Mr. Parks ready then went and ran a bath. I just turned the tap off when a commotion came through the door. I could hear Jayne pleading for mercy in a muffled tone but knew these pleas where in vain. She appeared at the opening into the bath area. She was still fully dressed but hooded. I was a little disappoint but realised that unless they’d stripped her in the linen cupboard and brought her straight down the little corridor she’d have been seen naked by every male patient on the ward.

She was held by Hattie and Vicky. This wasn’t the cause of my surprised look, sister, who was supposed to be away appeared behind this trio in civilians. “Right Frank get her shoes, tights and knicks off if she’s got any on” sister said. “No please sister no, one of you please”, Jayne begged for real I was sure. “No that won’t be humiliating for you but this will. Frank strip her..(a pause for terror affect)..of her shoes, tights and cute little panties”. Jayne gasped.

I was apprehensive. Jayne was young and in many ways still virginal and innocent. I couldn’t do what sister asked. It would be wrong but oh how my heart ached for the feel of her panties in my hand. I found myself floating over to the stricken girl. I slipped my hands around the back of her left shoe and pulled it off. It was now that she realised she was being stripped and started to writhe and try to push me of balance with her legs. “Enough of that or I’ll make you wish you’d took us up on your birthday offer”. Jayne stopped, whatever that meant, it took the fight out of her. I was now able to get the other shoe off. I slipped my hands up under her dress. Jayne breathed in sharply then out slowly, “Please Frank” was all she could say. I pulled the nylons down being careful not to dislodge her panties. Once the nylons where off I ran my hands up her bare legs she arched and pulled back but did not try to obstruct me. I felt my way past her hip and took hold of her panties. I looked at sister. “Strip her Frank” sister said and with that I pulled in one long motion her panties down to her ankles. “Get them off her” sister said. I untangled them from around her ankles. Jayne was just stood there like a rag doll the fight gone from her. “Right Frank pull her dress up to her waist” sister said. This command rejuvenated the young auxiliary and she tried to stop the inevitable. I slowly raised the dress until it was at waist height. Her fair pubic hair had been in my view for five seconds by the time the dress was where sister had requested it.

“Have a good look Frank. Next time you see that it will have had time to re-grown” sister said. With that Vicky and Hattie dragged the poor helpless auxiliary off to who knows where. Were whatever diabolic fate awaited her beside the shave that would be forced upon her. “You can give Mr. Parks his bath now” sister said and left.

I did as sister had instructed. I was just about to go for help to get Mr. Parks out when sister appeared outside of the curtain and called me out. She had in her hand the young nurses dress and bra. Wherever she was she was naked. Sister helped me with Mr. Parks and then left once again. I dressed Mr. Parks and then took him back to this bedside and wondered what to do next.

The nurses station was replete with nurses. I expected them to be off somewhere torturing the poor hapless young auxiliary. I had a good few questions but they would have to wait. “Sister wants you” Vicky said. I moved off to sister’s office where she sat behind her desk. “Hi Frank would you and the others organise getting the upper ward into the day room for tea then go and get Hattie she’s in the doctors lounge” sister said. I acknowledged understanding and went back to the nurses station and rounded up some help to move the upper ward into their day room. We often did this on a Sunday for afternoon tea. We moved the patients but no one gave anything away. They just smiled at my questions. Where was Jayne? The task done the day room doors where pulled too. Now that was strange. I knew something was definitely a foot.

I left the ward to join the main upper corridor and walked along about 40 feet to the doctors lounge. Hattie was stood outside the door open. “Sister said to fetch you” I said still some twenty feet away. “Yes, give me a hand with this would you” she said and disappeared back into the doctors lounge. I approached and looked in the door being wide open. Jayne was laid on the sofa turned into the back. She was in the foetal position. Trying best to conceal everything. Well except her cute little bottom. I Smiled. “Cute tushy Jayne” I said. “Fuck” was her reply.

“We have to take her to the upper sluice like this” Hattie said. “No you can’t the patients…. “Will get to see everything my dear” Hattie said taunting the poor girl. “But first lets get her over so you can her a good view” Hattie said reaching to pull Jayne over onto her back. The ward doors swung and foot steps could be heard coming along the corridor. The two student nurses appeared at the door. “Sister sent us” the taller one said. Both bog eyed at the sight of the very naked auxiliary.

“I’ll deal with the arms you two get the legs. Its Frankie time” Hattie said. Jayne tried now to push herself through the back of the sofa. When this tactic was clearly not working she tried to increase her mass weight by holding herself ridged. This just delayed the unfurling of her naked body by a few seconds. She was now changing tactics again to wild flaying of arms and legs but it was to late the three other nurses had gotten a good hold. She was stretched out then lifted off and clear of the sofa. “Swing around” Hattie said to the two students holding an ankle each. The students turned so that Jayne was no longer side ways on to me put feet towards me. I waited for what I knew was coming. I had already seen that her pubic hair had gone. Her pink lips quite swollen stuck out. Her firm young breasts small put nice had filled with excitement. Her rose bud nipples where like glazed cherries on a coconut mountain. “Okay Frankie time, pull her legs apart” Hattie said. The two students hesitated for a moment then the smaller one said, “You can’t really mean to…” Hattie just nodded. The students looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, then the taller one said, “She deserves this for what she did to me as a cadet”. They pulled Jayne’s legs apart. A red wave flushed up then down the young axillary’s body. “Please Frank, don’t look” she begged. To late love, I thought, she was gorgeous. Her wet glistening vagina was just like a Sunday afternoon tea time treat edible and really bad for you. I looked and gazed at the full sight before me. Her complete nakedness now on offer. The giggling and writhing was making the entertainment much more rewarding and fascinating.

“I need to put her down now she’s heavy” Hattie said with that she was unceremoniously dumped. Jayne took that brief fraction of a second to try and make a run for it but where exactly was a very naked nurse to go that was beyond me. She was half up off the floor and rather like a ape moving towards the door. Hattie turned and within three steps had caught up to the rising body of Jayne. “Here let me help you” Hattie said. She took Jayne’s arm and pulled her up but back away from the door. “Right Frank you grab her other arm’ Hattie said. I came forward and took her arm. “Sister wants her uncovered for the walk”. Jayne was once more reluctant. Moments earlier she was heading naked for the door to escape now she was digging her heals in. This was to no avail I was strong enough by myself to over come her resistance with Hattie she was just a rag doll. Out of the doctors lounge we turned up the corridor. I bet that was the longest 40 foot of her life. She kept looking over her shoulders as noises drifted up from other wards. Fearing any moment to be discovered like that by doctors, porters, or trades men. Unlikely on as Sunday well for doctors and trades man. As she was marched to the ward doors she began to beg frantically. “Please you can’t not patients, you can’t I’ll never be able to work again”.

We pushed her through the doors of the ward and took the short ten foot journey to turn into the upper ward. She nearly convulsed as we turned the corner and she expected the worse to be relieved that the ward was empty apart from the rest of the gang. We dragged her now very animated again to the sluice and whatever was coming her way.

In the sluice sister guided us into the bathroom area that joined it. I noticed instantly that the bath was empty. Jayne had also noticed it. The empty bath filled her with more terror than a full one. I couldn’t think why. “Ni please sister, I’ll do it, I’ll do it’ Jayne begged. Do what I didn’t know. “To late you had your chance on your birthday” sister said. Vicky came and took Jayne’s arm from me. “Oh no sister not Frank, he can watch but nor Frank” she looked at me for support then around the sea of faces. “You bitches all of you” she said. “Well girls” sister said and Lou and Tracy disappeared into the sluice to return with two buckets. One full of soapy water, with steam coming from it and the other clear water with steam raising. Jayne had been lucky, they’d warmed the water. The Sluices and bathroom areas next to them where not heat like the proper bathrooms. So the effect of the chill followed by hot water was going to be and interesting experiment.

“Okay Frank give her a really good wash” sister said. Jayne looked dejected and became more so as Hattie and Vicky spread out holding her wrists so she was in effect crucified. All her charms where available to my tender mercies or diabolical sponge.

“Do you know how to do a head to toe Frank” sister asked. “NO, no, not that, just a wash please” Jayne begged and tried to pull clear of her captors. I nodded. Sister smiled, “Well give these two students a demo then”.

I took the sponge and with it dripping squeezed it out over the young auxiliary’s head. I repeated it with another sponge. I’d felt the bar of soap in the water when I filled the sponge for the second dowsing. I picked it up and lathered it the applied it to the nurses long fair hair. The hair grips had been removed earlier. I lathered her hair and rubbed it well in. She coughed and spluttered as soapy water hit her mouth. She complained of soap in her eyes but that was not my concern. I thoroughly washed her hair and then her face. She looked like a white candy floss covered in sand. I now reached for the other sponge in the clear water and dowsed the young nurse three or four times to rinse out all the soap I could but she’d have to shower later herself to do a complete job.

I now turn my attention to her body. She looked at me pleadingly. “No Frank, no please, I know you have to but please no” you know she nearly melted my heart but sisters heart was not for melting. “That will teach you to come up with alternative Christmas presences”, sister said. I looked but nothing further was said. Had Jayne been behind the Christmas incident. Or was this a comment about something else.

I started with her arms. At the wrist and worked in to her shoulders and neck. First the left then the right side. She struggled and struggled to be free calling me and all the rest of us. I re-soaped the sponge and looked into her eyes and smiled. She shook her head, she knew my intended target. I now made contact with the first hot zone her left breast, she withered to my touch, and called me a sadist. I lathered it completely and then just as completely lathered the other breast Jayne was trashing wildly and sobbing in between the most peculiar purring, by the end she was purring like a kitten.

I paused to consider my master piece, Jayne knew well what was next she was slowly shaking her head and looking intently at sister hoping for salvation. I then washed her abdomen and moved down to her pubis. She twitched and tried to move her body from my touch but it was no good. Her two captors held her firmly in the crucifix position and she had no where to pull away to. “Open wide” sister said. I expected a complaint but no, Jayne just went white and started to sob. I looked at sister. “Jayne opened wide and treat me to a superb view of your womanhood” sister said.. I think Jayne responded out of surprise but she spread her legs and found some defiance. I placed the sponge between her legs and gently washed. “Wash her” sister said. “No please this is bad enough” but it was to late for the young nurse I scrubbed her womanhood and she responded a most unwilling response. This response was for her bedroom and her boyfriend not a male colleague but she could not help herself. She moaned and moaned. She tried her best to move away or pull herself free from her captors. The activity made her breasts swell and swing wonderfully, I love it when they resist. I moved away and she opened her eyes now a different pleading for my return. I washed her legs and then moved around her so I could now lather her back. I then moved down and did her bottom before pushing the sponge through to her front from behind. “Bastard” was all she said. She moaned. I washed her, her heat evident. Then a rumble in her muscles gave away her secret and she brighten. “OH that was horrible” she said. “oh don’t worry, I’m sure Franks seen a woman or two cum” older staff said.

“Right now for her soles” sister said. Vicky and Hattie started to propel her to the edge of the bath. “Jayne worked out what was coming quicker than me. “NO, not like that please, he’ll see everything” everyone laughed including me for I already had. But when they’d lowered her over the end and spread her legs she was right to complain. This was the most diabolical way to display such a young woman. Her abdomen forced over the edge of the bath legs spread meant that her womanhood opened itself to view and I could see deeply into it as I washed the soles of her feet.

“You can rinse her like that if you like” sister said. I liked very much and got the other sponge. I dowsed her copiously with the clear water the soap running off her. Her rear view was now clean and the girls pulled her up so that I could dowse her front. She stood their dripping wet but very clean. Sister passed me the towel. I knew from a conversation with Alison that the drying was the bit the girls hated. It was find if you did it yourself but very uncomfortable and not always very successful if others did it for you.

I started at the top, Jayne tried still to get free but she was exhausted so her fight came in fits and starts. Eventually she resigned herself to being done and just let me finish her. She was released and the group broke into ‘happy birthday to you’ and a cake with 18 candles was brought in. We all ate and drank juice. Jayne quite happily sitting there naked. A round of kisses and we all left. Vicky retrieved Jayne’s clothes for her.