Well Done George you have a great board here and I hope you don't mind if I re-post my various strippings as they happened to me.
I will sort them out over the next few days and start on unpublished stuff.
I am going to put a little more detail on each of my experiences so here is what happened to me on my first day at work.
As you know my mother was also a nurse and some of her experiences are posted on this website. On my first day I was welcomed to the ward as usual a couple of the older nurses knew my mother well and had either made up their mind to initiate me quickly or somehow get back at my mother, I never did find out!
I knew something was afoot as part of the fun is to wind up the new student and have people grab you and say "just kidding" or "next time". At the shift changeover there are always more staff around so I have found out this is the best time if it is to be done during the day.
I was asked by sister to carry some spare towels with her into the bathroom and I trusted her and followed her into the room. Well you have guessed I fell for the original setup and was pounced upon.
The bath was full already to the maximum of ice cold water and I knew pretty much was going to happen next and tried to get loose but there was far too many and despite my struggles I was well overpowered and helpless. I felt my shoes being removed and the zipper pulled down on my uniform and it was easily pulled over my head. I was dunked into the water in just my underwear and the bathroom emptied quickly.
They did leave the towels and my uniform so I was able to get dried and dressed before returning to cheers at the ward. It must be said that the whole incident actually changed me and I kind of enjoyed the attention as well as my helplessness, I did now trust them and even helped with another couple of students shortly afterwards, I enjoyed that too.
Saturday, 1 April 2000
2nd Stripping by Katrina
Second Stripping
When I was accepted to be a nurse my mother did warn me to keep an eye on the rest of them and try to avoid being enticed into the bathing rooms, but just generally be on my guard.
I started and the usual chat brought out the fact that since my mother was a nurse then I should be aware of what was in front of me despite mu initial initiation I thought I knew. The problem that at that time i did not. During the first few weeks I could hear the screams of my fellow students as they were one by one picked off and put in the bath. Some got off lightly and were put in the bath fully clothed when they were given a choice, however light everything in life it did depend on who was doing the initiation and what they had endured in the past.
I was grabbed in the changing room immediately after an early shift and actually carried through to the room where there was a large crowd waiting. I was given a choice of being of being dunked in my uniform, naked, or in my underwear. I did not want my uniform soaked I had my watch still pinned on it and a couple of pens so I made a decision to go in my underwear. I had a nice matching set on and hey it could not be any different than being in a bikini could it?
Lesson one for student nurses do not expect your colleagues to stop stripping you once they have started. They removed my uniform with no resistance as agreed but then when it was removed over my head it could feel my bra being unhooked. My arms were caught up as the sleeves were pulled slowly over and someone started to pull my panties down, I though it might just be a tease for the audience but they did not go back up. I was trapped inside as they just held me there and my panties were pulled slowly down over my knees, at this point I was helpless and knew I was going to lose them. As they were pulled over my ankles and away from me the cheers were deafening in the room. The bra just came away with my top as they resumed the removal over my head.
Now that is embarrassing to be totally naked in a packed room of workmates and colleagues , still held knowing that you have to be put in a bath of freezing cold water. I protested and struggled but this upped the entertainment for all these onlookers. The girls easily lifted me up by the arms and legs up high and placed me in the bath, god it was cold. Again the room was loud with cheering and my screaming. I tried to splash my initiators with the water and caught a few third years quite well I thought.
Lesson Two don't splash third years when you are naked in a crowded room full of people lokking for more entertainment. They don't need encouragement to humiliate students but the suggestions being shouted out from the crowd worried me as I was lifted clear of the water.
Predictably there was no towel, most of my student friends had to make there way back to the changing rooms soaken either clothed or naked, it was a short run but had been done before so I was prepared for it, anyway I had nothing to hide. However I was still being held as suggestions of shave her, take her to the doctor's room, tie her to a trolly, we will take her off your hand (porters, or do it again).
The third years put me in a wheel chair and covered me with a sheet and took me to another ward at the other end of the hospital. Nobody will defend you as they do not want to be next on the list. I was tied to a bed much the same as the girl that George found in a side ward and left for about an hour.
They must have used their break time already so I was being put on hold until their next opportunity. When they arrived to see me their numbers had swelled and I reckon every third year in the hospital was in the room. The third year from my own ward was there and she had been given the "honours".
Lesson three. The honours are for them not for you. My limbs were intied and my legs were lifted and separated ready to be shaved. I kept myself pretty neatly trimmed there but that was soon to be undone, I was very gently shaved of every pubic hair and silently given a lesson of not to mess with third years. I was informed that I would now be top there list and would have to be on my best behaviour as there was no end to the list of "punishments" that I would have to suffer and that I was getting off lightly.
Visiting time was coming up so I was given the choice of finding my way naked back to the ward of being taken back in the chair by a porter. Since I had no wish to running naked round a hospital I chose the porter.
Lesson Four. Do not let a porter wheel a naked nurse albeit covered with a sheet back to the ward. Porters cannot possibly take a nurse straight back without displaying their trophy to their colleagues. I had to stand and turn in the porters horrible little area I thought I saw a camera and would not be surprised but eventually they dropped me off just short of the changing room so they could squeeze one last streak out of me.
I have to say that despite the trauma initially the initiation ceremonies do break the ice and prove that everyone is in the same boat, nursing is such a intense profession that these pranks do relieve some of the tension and since everyone is "done" then nobody feels victimised.......unless they want too.
We had a couple in our year that in hindsight I think they actually encouraged it, but that's enough fo now I did not think I would ever tell that to anyone but I feel the better of it now.
When I was accepted to be a nurse my mother did warn me to keep an eye on the rest of them and try to avoid being enticed into the bathing rooms, but just generally be on my guard.
I started and the usual chat brought out the fact that since my mother was a nurse then I should be aware of what was in front of me despite mu initial initiation I thought I knew. The problem that at that time i did not. During the first few weeks I could hear the screams of my fellow students as they were one by one picked off and put in the bath. Some got off lightly and were put in the bath fully clothed when they were given a choice, however light everything in life it did depend on who was doing the initiation and what they had endured in the past.
I was grabbed in the changing room immediately after an early shift and actually carried through to the room where there was a large crowd waiting. I was given a choice of being of being dunked in my uniform, naked, or in my underwear. I did not want my uniform soaked I had my watch still pinned on it and a couple of pens so I made a decision to go in my underwear. I had a nice matching set on and hey it could not be any different than being in a bikini could it?
Lesson one for student nurses do not expect your colleagues to stop stripping you once they have started. They removed my uniform with no resistance as agreed but then when it was removed over my head it could feel my bra being unhooked. My arms were caught up as the sleeves were pulled slowly over and someone started to pull my panties down, I though it might just be a tease for the audience but they did not go back up. I was trapped inside as they just held me there and my panties were pulled slowly down over my knees, at this point I was helpless and knew I was going to lose them. As they were pulled over my ankles and away from me the cheers were deafening in the room. The bra just came away with my top as they resumed the removal over my head.
Now that is embarrassing to be totally naked in a packed room of workmates and colleagues , still held knowing that you have to be put in a bath of freezing cold water. I protested and struggled but this upped the entertainment for all these onlookers. The girls easily lifted me up by the arms and legs up high and placed me in the bath, god it was cold. Again the room was loud with cheering and my screaming. I tried to splash my initiators with the water and caught a few third years quite well I thought.
Lesson Two don't splash third years when you are naked in a crowded room full of people lokking for more entertainment. They don't need encouragement to humiliate students but the suggestions being shouted out from the crowd worried me as I was lifted clear of the water.
Predictably there was no towel, most of my student friends had to make there way back to the changing rooms soaken either clothed or naked, it was a short run but had been done before so I was prepared for it, anyway I had nothing to hide. However I was still being held as suggestions of shave her, take her to the doctor's room, tie her to a trolly, we will take her off your hand (porters, or do it again).
The third years put me in a wheel chair and covered me with a sheet and took me to another ward at the other end of the hospital. Nobody will defend you as they do not want to be next on the list. I was tied to a bed much the same as the girl that George found in a side ward and left for about an hour.
They must have used their break time already so I was being put on hold until their next opportunity. When they arrived to see me their numbers had swelled and I reckon every third year in the hospital was in the room. The third year from my own ward was there and she had been given the "honours".
Lesson three. The honours are for them not for you. My limbs were intied and my legs were lifted and separated ready to be shaved. I kept myself pretty neatly trimmed there but that was soon to be undone, I was very gently shaved of every pubic hair and silently given a lesson of not to mess with third years. I was informed that I would now be top there list and would have to be on my best behaviour as there was no end to the list of "punishments" that I would have to suffer and that I was getting off lightly.
Visiting time was coming up so I was given the choice of finding my way naked back to the ward of being taken back in the chair by a porter. Since I had no wish to running naked round a hospital I chose the porter.
Lesson Four. Do not let a porter wheel a naked nurse albeit covered with a sheet back to the ward. Porters cannot possibly take a nurse straight back without displaying their trophy to their colleagues. I had to stand and turn in the porters horrible little area I thought I saw a camera and would not be surprised but eventually they dropped me off just short of the changing room so they could squeeze one last streak out of me.
I have to say that despite the trauma initially the initiation ceremonies do break the ice and prove that everyone is in the same boat, nursing is such a intense profession that these pranks do relieve some of the tension and since everyone is "done" then nobody feels victimised.......unless they want too.
We had a couple in our year that in hindsight I think they actually encouraged it, but that's enough fo now I did not think I would ever tell that to anyone but I feel the better of it now.
3rd Stripping by Katrina
Third Stripping
For my third stripping I was guilty in being more than a little naive. I had announced to everyone the previous week that on that particular Thursday I would have been nursing exactly one year.
I now know to my own and other's cost than us nurses only need a thinly veiled excuse to be involved in further devilment.
On the day in question I had been asked to help make up the bed in the single ward ajoining the main ward, the other nurse and myself were putting the sheets on as you do and working away as normal whn she grabbed my wrists and pulled me over the bed.
My squeal attracted another member of staff into the room who asked what was going on only to be told that I was exactly one year as a nurse and we should be arking the occasion.
By this time the room was filling up fast and I was still held over the bed bent at the waist with my feet on the ground. I was pretty helpless and knew something was going to happen. My shoes were removed and my uniform lifted up to reveal my panties and tights. I heard someone say that I should be undressed and I was set about.
Still helpless over the bed someone reached round me and unzipped my dress and it was pulled clear over my head, at the same time my pants and tights were easily taken away as my legs were now held out level with the bed. In the middle of all this I could feel my bra being unhooked and slip over my outstretched arms and within a couple of minutes I had been stripped naked.
This was my first experience of an unplanned strip. It just happened on the spur of the moment. I eventually was released but all my clothes had been taken away after a few minutes my uniform was passed through the door. I had to finish my shift like that and my underwear was hanging up in the changing room at the end of the shift.
It took me by surprise that day just how little excuse is needed and have used that many times since to get my own back.
For my third stripping I was guilty in being more than a little naive. I had announced to everyone the previous week that on that particular Thursday I would have been nursing exactly one year.
I now know to my own and other's cost than us nurses only need a thinly veiled excuse to be involved in further devilment.
On the day in question I had been asked to help make up the bed in the single ward ajoining the main ward, the other nurse and myself were putting the sheets on as you do and working away as normal whn she grabbed my wrists and pulled me over the bed.
My squeal attracted another member of staff into the room who asked what was going on only to be told that I was exactly one year as a nurse and we should be arking the occasion.
By this time the room was filling up fast and I was still held over the bed bent at the waist with my feet on the ground. I was pretty helpless and knew something was going to happen. My shoes were removed and my uniform lifted up to reveal my panties and tights. I heard someone say that I should be undressed and I was set about.
Still helpless over the bed someone reached round me and unzipped my dress and it was pulled clear over my head, at the same time my pants and tights were easily taken away as my legs were now held out level with the bed. In the middle of all this I could feel my bra being unhooked and slip over my outstretched arms and within a couple of minutes I had been stripped naked.
This was my first experience of an unplanned strip. It just happened on the spur of the moment. I eventually was released but all my clothes had been taken away after a few minutes my uniform was passed through the door. I had to finish my shift like that and my underwear was hanging up in the changing room at the end of the shift.
It took me by surprise that day just how little excuse is needed and have used that many times since to get my own back.
4th Stripping Katrina
4th Stripping
My 18th birthday started out pretty normal at work until I went to get changed. I was on an early shift as we were all going out to celebrate my birthday.
I was gettting serious wind up from everyone in the hospital with unbelievable promises of what was going to happen to me. Suffice to say that I was threatened stripping, forced streaking, shaving, and embarassing trips to various parts of the hospital including a simple handover to porters.
As it happens nothing happened at the hopital until I got to the changing room. My colleagues had obtained an empty trolley which covered will a towel, gaffer tape, handcuffs, a shaving tray, lacy top stockings and a disposable camera.
I got the fright of my life and changed out of my uniform. The girls were winding me up as it was only a joke to unsettle me.....it worked.
The arrangements were that we would all go out and celebrate then go back to the flat for more drinks.
We had a lot to drink at the pub and we were soon home for more drinks. A drinking quiz game was suggested with a forfeit of an item of clothing or a drink to be down in one. If you did not manage the drink in one then you still forfeited an item of clothing. Great idea except since it was my birthday I would go first and also be the only player.
I was set up good and proper I did as best as I could and started getting questions wrong and therefore getting drunker very quickly. I soon began to lose items of clothing regularly and was getting drunker and drunker. I soon forgot about anyone else being asked any question as I was given more drink and had clothing taken away.
I was like a lamb to the slaughter and after half an hour was well drunk and had been stripped naked. I do not remember much after this but I know I was shaved completly of all pubic hair and I have seen the photographs of it happening although it was pretty obvious. There are numerous photos of me in the corridor naked being held up.
My 18th birthday started out pretty normal at work until I went to get changed. I was on an early shift as we were all going out to celebrate my birthday.
I was gettting serious wind up from everyone in the hospital with unbelievable promises of what was going to happen to me. Suffice to say that I was threatened stripping, forced streaking, shaving, and embarassing trips to various parts of the hospital including a simple handover to porters.
As it happens nothing happened at the hopital until I got to the changing room. My colleagues had obtained an empty trolley which covered will a towel, gaffer tape, handcuffs, a shaving tray, lacy top stockings and a disposable camera.
I got the fright of my life and changed out of my uniform. The girls were winding me up as it was only a joke to unsettle me.....it worked.
The arrangements were that we would all go out and celebrate then go back to the flat for more drinks.
We had a lot to drink at the pub and we were soon home for more drinks. A drinking quiz game was suggested with a forfeit of an item of clothing or a drink to be down in one. If you did not manage the drink in one then you still forfeited an item of clothing. Great idea except since it was my birthday I would go first and also be the only player.
I was set up good and proper I did as best as I could and started getting questions wrong and therefore getting drunker very quickly. I soon began to lose items of clothing regularly and was getting drunker and drunker. I soon forgot about anyone else being asked any question as I was given more drink and had clothing taken away.
I was like a lamb to the slaughter and after half an hour was well drunk and had been stripped naked. I do not remember much after this but I know I was shaved completly of all pubic hair and I have seen the photographs of it happening although it was pretty obvious. There are numerous photos of me in the corridor naked being held up.
5th Stripping by Katrina
5th Stripping "On Holiday with the Girls"
Anyway most of the girls on me student intake kept in touch regularly whilst we were posted in various parts of the hospital and decided that we all a deserved holiday in the sun.
Now here we are 8 student nurses in Ibiza in two ajoining self catering apartments causing mayhem wherever we go. We spend a large part of the day recovering from the night before and after a week I think we all ahd fallen asleep on the beach and woke up minus bikini bottoms ( we were topless anyway).
The night clubs were fantastic and 8 nurses were welcome anywhere we did not have to pay entry anywhere. As usual in these clubs the games and competitions revolving around nudity and flashing body parts or wet T shirts etc. One of our girls got through to the final and won the wet t shirt competition one evening and as well as a cash prize and a case of cheap sparkling wine the losing finalist stripped her of her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her t shirt had long long at this point but the combination of euphoria and drink made her oblivious to the cheering, but what the heck she was on holiday.
In the second week we were at a new club with another set of games, the usual bring up a bra, bring up somebody else's bra, knickers etc. All the other girls had suffered topless karaoke and forfeited clothing and I had until now got off relatively lightly.
The game consisted of teams of 8 (by coincidence!) and various tasks like collect 8 beermats, them 8 different shoes, then out of the blue the request came out for 1 naked nurse. I did not find out until later that a couple of the girls reckoned it was my turn and were worried that we were running out of time. There was no problem at all with the DJ and he apparantly was quite keen on the idea!
We were in a circle on the dance floor and I was looking round to see if there was an obvious victim but everytime my eyes met with my friends they were all looking at me. My heart dropped as I realised that I was about to stripped in public in front of total strangers. I was pushed into the centre of the circle and they set about removing the minimal clothing that I had on. You don't wear much in a spanish night club and it did not take long to have it forcibly removed. They carried me to the DJ on the stage who was clearly delighted and I was held for the deafening crowd to see. Now that was embarrassing my clothes were lost in the rush and I was given a long t shirt to wear for the rest of the evening.
On the back of the t shirt it says "I was stripped at Club Loco and was given this t shirt to get home"
When we eventually went from the club I read the signs outside where the stripping is a nightly attraction and I had been unaware if it. I still have the t shirt which is a good reminder of my first public stripping.
Anyway most of the girls on me student intake kept in touch regularly whilst we were posted in various parts of the hospital and decided that we all a deserved holiday in the sun.
Now here we are 8 student nurses in Ibiza in two ajoining self catering apartments causing mayhem wherever we go. We spend a large part of the day recovering from the night before and after a week I think we all ahd fallen asleep on the beach and woke up minus bikini bottoms ( we were topless anyway).
The night clubs were fantastic and 8 nurses were welcome anywhere we did not have to pay entry anywhere. As usual in these clubs the games and competitions revolving around nudity and flashing body parts or wet T shirts etc. One of our girls got through to the final and won the wet t shirt competition one evening and as well as a cash prize and a case of cheap sparkling wine the losing finalist stripped her of her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her t shirt had long long at this point but the combination of euphoria and drink made her oblivious to the cheering, but what the heck she was on holiday.
In the second week we were at a new club with another set of games, the usual bring up a bra, bring up somebody else's bra, knickers etc. All the other girls had suffered topless karaoke and forfeited clothing and I had until now got off relatively lightly.
The game consisted of teams of 8 (by coincidence!) and various tasks like collect 8 beermats, them 8 different shoes, then out of the blue the request came out for 1 naked nurse. I did not find out until later that a couple of the girls reckoned it was my turn and were worried that we were running out of time. There was no problem at all with the DJ and he apparantly was quite keen on the idea!
We were in a circle on the dance floor and I was looking round to see if there was an obvious victim but everytime my eyes met with my friends they were all looking at me. My heart dropped as I realised that I was about to stripped in public in front of total strangers. I was pushed into the centre of the circle and they set about removing the minimal clothing that I had on. You don't wear much in a spanish night club and it did not take long to have it forcibly removed. They carried me to the DJ on the stage who was clearly delighted and I was held for the deafening crowd to see. Now that was embarrassing my clothes were lost in the rush and I was given a long t shirt to wear for the rest of the evening.
On the back of the t shirt it says "I was stripped at Club Loco and was given this t shirt to get home"
When we eventually went from the club I read the signs outside where the stripping is a nightly attraction and I had been unaware if it. I still have the t shirt which is a good reminder of my first public stripping.
6th Stripping by Katrina
6th Stripping 21st Birthday
My 21st Birthday was clearly well publicized, I was having a party at the flat and had invited colleagues from work and friends from school etc. I had a little poster made up and invitations just like everyone else I suppose.
Nurses celebrate occasions like this with high jinx of their own, I knew I would be out of my uniform at some point on the day and according to the last few 21st's I had seen or heard about I would be subject to the "dreaded shave".
I was working on my birthday on the early shift and had arranged for the party at night. There was one of the posters altered to state that at 12.00 noon at my ward there would be the opportunity to wish happy birthday "in the traditional manner". I kind of guessed what this would be so I tried to put it to the back of my mind. During the shift the rest would tease me and wind me up, but since I had aoften been on the other end I was not too worried and just wanted it to be over with.
At about 11.0'clock I was grabbed and dragged into the side ward by the rest of the nurses on shift and on to the bed. The room had been cleared and the bed was all that was there. They tied my wrists and ankles to the frame with furry pink velcro handcuffs, they were the novelty ones but they certainly did the trick, I was not expecting this as the room began to fill up with other nurses from around the hospital.
There would have been about 30 people in the room and at 12 Noon exactly 2 of the doctors from the hospital came in. Nobody seemed the slightest affected by the fact that I was tied to the bed. They read out a couple of cards and said that in keeping with the traditions of the hospital that I was to celebrate my 21st birthday naked.
Like a military operation I was then loosened from my handcuffs but held firmly as my shoes were taken off my feet, at the same time I was watching hands fighting over my zip as it was pulled down and my uniform dres lifted up and over my head.
I was wearing black stockings and suspender belt with sexy underwear on the advice of my ward sister. There was a cheer of approval as this came into view, apparantly this too is an often used "treat" for the onlookers and by the noise in the room must have worked again. It did not stop them peeling everything off me though as I was continued to be stripped naked and retied to the bed.
My ward sister then said that since we had a few students in the room we would now have a small training session on pubic shaving. My legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups and the sister expertly shaved me completely bare.
Next I was returned to my bindings and a cake was produced and everyone sang happy birthday to me, I was loosened to blow out the candles then everyone just left the room as if nothing had happened, I was naked and shaved as expected standing in a room with a birthday cake!
Predictably my devious lot had played the naughty nurse routine again and had pinched my clothes but did return with a tray of bubbly to have with the cake together with a single stocking and my bra. "Could manage to retrieve an more" they said, so I had to partly streak across the corridor to the changing room where the rest were, it's just a game you see!
After the shift we got changed and got dressed to kill and hit the pub across the road before going back to the flat. My flatmates had organised the food and drink so I was told just turn up, bring your workmates, and we will celebrate.
The barstaff asked what the occasion was and they sent over a bottle of bubbly, quite a few drinks were sent over from faces I thought I recognised from earlier so by the time the minibus arrived we were all pretty frisky.
There were 15 going back to the party and it only had 12 seats the driver was not happy taking more than the limit but we promised not to tell and crushed up onto the available seating. I was sitting on Marion's knee and was asked how I enjoyed this afternoon celebrations. I said I had been expecting it and it was not so bad but I was happy that it was over and I did not have to go through it again.
Well, four of the girls on the bus missed the show because they had to work to let other go and Marion who is not the smallest put her arms round my waist to hold me firm and said "Who said you don't have to go through it again?"
I was sitting on Marion's knee in the centre of the back seat, and was being held in place. My top was lifted up and away as my mini skirt was unzipped and taken. There were no howls of appreciation now my stockings and underwear were just pulled off me as I was held helpless and now naked for the second time today. My clothes were passed down the bus and place on the startled driver's knee, I could see him looking in the mirror as my arms and legs were held back for hime to checkout the view.
We arrived in a few minutes and I was abandoned with the driver to get dressed and follow them up to the party. The driver must have thought his luck was in but I quickly popped on my top and skirt collected the rest and scarpered.
I got properly dressed in the toilet in the flat and came out to cheering as it was obvious the advance party had told them what had happened.
The party was fabulous the girls had made plenty food and everyone was mixing well and nobody was complaining about the noise. The flat filled up slowly then when the evening shift nurses found their way it got pretty crowded and about 11 another cake was produced. I blew out the candles and there were a few shouts saying I should blow them out naked just like the hospital but thankfully someone said that was the tradition of the hospital only and not necessary here.
Then a shout went up for birthday bumps no luck here I thought as I was grabbed by four guys by a leg or arm each. The guys with my legs could not help them selves parting them gently to get a proper eyefull of my stocking tops and underwear, but hey that's why I had them on I thought.
As they raised me for the first bump a shout went up (female I'm sure) should she not be in her birthday suit for her birthday bumps? My heart sank as no reason was given and my flatmates were given the job off stripping me as I was still held off the ground by these appreciative guys who could not believe their luck.
The girls took their time spinning it out for maximum pleasure for the guys and maximum suffering for me as they pretended to be on my side when my skirt and top were removed saying "is this enough?" then unclipping my suspender belt, "is this enough/" then one stocking then the other then my bra, then held there with just a lacy thong "is this enough?" NO was the answer as it was eased down my legs to gasps by those who had not realised the shaving and tossed to the corner of the room. I was then bumped 21 times and released reluctantly these guys would have held me there all night given the chance.
My clothes were not lying in a neat pile nor did I get any help as they were either hidden or sat on or stuffed in pockets or just teasingly thrown around the room. The girls did not allow me into the bedroom for replacements and I finished the party partly dressed but I had survived the day.
My 21st Birthday was clearly well publicized, I was having a party at the flat and had invited colleagues from work and friends from school etc. I had a little poster made up and invitations just like everyone else I suppose.
Nurses celebrate occasions like this with high jinx of their own, I knew I would be out of my uniform at some point on the day and according to the last few 21st's I had seen or heard about I would be subject to the "dreaded shave".
I was working on my birthday on the early shift and had arranged for the party at night. There was one of the posters altered to state that at 12.00 noon at my ward there would be the opportunity to wish happy birthday "in the traditional manner". I kind of guessed what this would be so I tried to put it to the back of my mind. During the shift the rest would tease me and wind me up, but since I had aoften been on the other end I was not too worried and just wanted it to be over with.
At about 11.0'clock I was grabbed and dragged into the side ward by the rest of the nurses on shift and on to the bed. The room had been cleared and the bed was all that was there. They tied my wrists and ankles to the frame with furry pink velcro handcuffs, they were the novelty ones but they certainly did the trick, I was not expecting this as the room began to fill up with other nurses from around the hospital.
There would have been about 30 people in the room and at 12 Noon exactly 2 of the doctors from the hospital came in. Nobody seemed the slightest affected by the fact that I was tied to the bed. They read out a couple of cards and said that in keeping with the traditions of the hospital that I was to celebrate my 21st birthday naked.
Like a military operation I was then loosened from my handcuffs but held firmly as my shoes were taken off my feet, at the same time I was watching hands fighting over my zip as it was pulled down and my uniform dres lifted up and over my head.
I was wearing black stockings and suspender belt with sexy underwear on the advice of my ward sister. There was a cheer of approval as this came into view, apparantly this too is an often used "treat" for the onlookers and by the noise in the room must have worked again. It did not stop them peeling everything off me though as I was continued to be stripped naked and retied to the bed.
My ward sister then said that since we had a few students in the room we would now have a small training session on pubic shaving. My legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups and the sister expertly shaved me completely bare.
Next I was returned to my bindings and a cake was produced and everyone sang happy birthday to me, I was loosened to blow out the candles then everyone just left the room as if nothing had happened, I was naked and shaved as expected standing in a room with a birthday cake!
Predictably my devious lot had played the naughty nurse routine again and had pinched my clothes but did return with a tray of bubbly to have with the cake together with a single stocking and my bra. "Could manage to retrieve an more" they said, so I had to partly streak across the corridor to the changing room where the rest were, it's just a game you see!
After the shift we got changed and got dressed to kill and hit the pub across the road before going back to the flat. My flatmates had organised the food and drink so I was told just turn up, bring your workmates, and we will celebrate.
The barstaff asked what the occasion was and they sent over a bottle of bubbly, quite a few drinks were sent over from faces I thought I recognised from earlier so by the time the minibus arrived we were all pretty frisky.
There were 15 going back to the party and it only had 12 seats the driver was not happy taking more than the limit but we promised not to tell and crushed up onto the available seating. I was sitting on Marion's knee and was asked how I enjoyed this afternoon celebrations. I said I had been expecting it and it was not so bad but I was happy that it was over and I did not have to go through it again.
Well, four of the girls on the bus missed the show because they had to work to let other go and Marion who is not the smallest put her arms round my waist to hold me firm and said "Who said you don't have to go through it again?"
I was sitting on Marion's knee in the centre of the back seat, and was being held in place. My top was lifted up and away as my mini skirt was unzipped and taken. There were no howls of appreciation now my stockings and underwear were just pulled off me as I was held helpless and now naked for the second time today. My clothes were passed down the bus and place on the startled driver's knee, I could see him looking in the mirror as my arms and legs were held back for hime to checkout the view.
We arrived in a few minutes and I was abandoned with the driver to get dressed and follow them up to the party. The driver must have thought his luck was in but I quickly popped on my top and skirt collected the rest and scarpered.
I got properly dressed in the toilet in the flat and came out to cheering as it was obvious the advance party had told them what had happened.
The party was fabulous the girls had made plenty food and everyone was mixing well and nobody was complaining about the noise. The flat filled up slowly then when the evening shift nurses found their way it got pretty crowded and about 11 another cake was produced. I blew out the candles and there were a few shouts saying I should blow them out naked just like the hospital but thankfully someone said that was the tradition of the hospital only and not necessary here.
Then a shout went up for birthday bumps no luck here I thought as I was grabbed by four guys by a leg or arm each. The guys with my legs could not help them selves parting them gently to get a proper eyefull of my stocking tops and underwear, but hey that's why I had them on I thought.
As they raised me for the first bump a shout went up (female I'm sure) should she not be in her birthday suit for her birthday bumps? My heart sank as no reason was given and my flatmates were given the job off stripping me as I was still held off the ground by these appreciative guys who could not believe their luck.
The girls took their time spinning it out for maximum pleasure for the guys and maximum suffering for me as they pretended to be on my side when my skirt and top were removed saying "is this enough?" then unclipping my suspender belt, "is this enough/" then one stocking then the other then my bra, then held there with just a lacy thong "is this enough?" NO was the answer as it was eased down my legs to gasps by those who had not realised the shaving and tossed to the corner of the room. I was then bumped 21 times and released reluctantly these guys would have held me there all night given the chance.
My clothes were not lying in a neat pile nor did I get any help as they were either hidden or sat on or stuffed in pockets or just teasingly thrown around the room. The girls did not allow me into the bedroom for replacements and I finished the party partly dressed but I had survived the day.
9th Stripping by Katrina
9th Stripping: Qualified as Sister
Of course I knew what would be in store for me when I qualified as a Nursing Sister it's just the when bit. In my case it came unexpectedly when a parcel arrived at the ward.
I had passed the exam and that was common knowledge we had been out for a drink and nothing had happened but this parcel contained my new uniform! The rest of my colleagues now rounded on me to try it on, but I refused saying I wanted to try it at home first to check it fitted and to make any minor adjustments.
They would not take no for an answer and just like every other person in my position at that moment they crowded round me and herded me along to the changing room. I said that I was not going to just change in front of them to which the mob concensus was that I should and that that were going to help me.
Whilst still standing in the changing room I was unceremoniously stripped of my old uniform and rather than leave it at that my bra, tights and panties were whipped off me together with my shoes leaving me starkers (again) in the changing room. At this point they just left the room with my clothes.
Since all they left me with was my new uniform I had no choice but to put it on and follow them over to the desk do a twirl and collect my clothes.
I must admit I did think that that would be the end of it qualifying as a sister but that's now another story.
Of course I knew what would be in store for me when I qualified as a Nursing Sister it's just the when bit. In my case it came unexpectedly when a parcel arrived at the ward.
I had passed the exam and that was common knowledge we had been out for a drink and nothing had happened but this parcel contained my new uniform! The rest of my colleagues now rounded on me to try it on, but I refused saying I wanted to try it at home first to check it fitted and to make any minor adjustments.
They would not take no for an answer and just like every other person in my position at that moment they crowded round me and herded me along to the changing room. I said that I was not going to just change in front of them to which the mob concensus was that I should and that that were going to help me.
Whilst still standing in the changing room I was unceremoniously stripped of my old uniform and rather than leave it at that my bra, tights and panties were whipped off me together with my shoes leaving me starkers (again) in the changing room. At this point they just left the room with my clothes.
Since all they left me with was my new uniform I had no choice but to put it on and follow them over to the desk do a twirl and collect my clothes.
I must admit I did think that that would be the end of it qualifying as a sister but that's now another story.
10th Stripping by Katrina
10th Stripping: First day as Sister on New Ward
As mentioned previously I thought the "celebrations" were done when I qualified as a sister. It happened however that I was posted to another ward in the hospital and was asked to arrive an hour before the shift started to see round and get aquainted with their systems.
I arrived in plenty of time and most of the staff were actually there waiting, I reckoned the sister who was leaving was doing a fine job of handing over the post and introducing the staff as the last of the off duty staff appeared. "Right now, are we ready?" she said, I thought the question was aimed at me and answered "Yes!". That was obviously the cue for the rest of the induction, everybody cheered as I was lifted onto a trolley and wheeled towards the large bathroom. I thought I was going just for a bath as that is often the fate of new starts. Despite my new seniority they wasted no time unzipping my new uniform and firmly undressing me down to my underwear. It did not really matter anyway but someone remarked that I had already been fully stripped before leaving my last ward, but they had not performed the traditional shaving on me and had left it for the new ward to perform.
The front of my panties were pulled back to check and although I did keep myself reasonably neat and tidy It was clear I was going to have to shaved. A tray was produced so quickly as to be already organised and I was shaved by the most junior member of staff. I had not been aware of the bath being filled during this ordeal but I was then dunked into the coldest possible water you can imagine and left to get back to the ward. Being a sister does have it's advantages as I was left a large towel to wrap up in and at least did not have to streak down the corridor.
As mentioned previously I thought the "celebrations" were done when I qualified as a sister. It happened however that I was posted to another ward in the hospital and was asked to arrive an hour before the shift started to see round and get aquainted with their systems.
I arrived in plenty of time and most of the staff were actually there waiting, I reckoned the sister who was leaving was doing a fine job of handing over the post and introducing the staff as the last of the off duty staff appeared. "Right now, are we ready?" she said, I thought the question was aimed at me and answered "Yes!". That was obviously the cue for the rest of the induction, everybody cheered as I was lifted onto a trolley and wheeled towards the large bathroom. I thought I was going just for a bath as that is often the fate of new starts. Despite my new seniority they wasted no time unzipping my new uniform and firmly undressing me down to my underwear. It did not really matter anyway but someone remarked that I had already been fully stripped before leaving my last ward, but they had not performed the traditional shaving on me and had left it for the new ward to perform.
The front of my panties were pulled back to check and although I did keep myself reasonably neat and tidy It was clear I was going to have to shaved. A tray was produced so quickly as to be already organised and I was shaved by the most junior member of staff. I had not been aware of the bath being filled during this ordeal but I was then dunked into the coldest possible water you can imagine and left to get back to the ward. Being a sister does have it's advantages as I was left a large towel to wrap up in and at least did not have to streak down the corridor.
11th Stripping by Katrina
11th Stripping: Announced Engagement
I was delighted when my husband eventually got round to popping the question and could not wait to get back to the ward to show the ring and tell them that we were going to be married.
I took some cakes in and a bottle of bubbly to just to mark the occasion and celebrate the moment with my workmates. The wedding was going to be in around six months but no date had been set but inevitably the conversation got round to the hen night and what we should do and where we could go.
A weekend away is usually out of the question as there is a ward to run so not everybody can go, so that was counted out, a pub crawl is what we do anyway but we might get dressed up, was another suggestion. The conversation turned to what we might dress up as, and various suggestion came forward and got racier and more adventurous as we went on. during this there were many taunts to me as to "what they were going to do me" and "did have the figure to carry it off". Of course I protested and told them that I did still have a figure and albeit was not volunteering to go round the pubs in a basque I would still fit into one.
Nurses in these situations are past masters at slowly changing the emphasis and meaning of any conversation to focus on the victim and get them to condemn themselves. Why did I fall into the trap? Why did I insist that I still had a figure? Surely I should have read the signs, I have led this conversations on others so many times but on this occasion I have almost given them the excuse for proof of my claims.
When they asked for proof or rather said they should check for themselves I could have kicked myself and tried to change the subject and refused to show them so they just ganged up on me. I was still in a chair when they started by holding my arms and lossening my shoes and zipper. They had been waiting for payback since all had been stripped organised by myself and they were not going to let this opportunity go to waste.
They were well trained and efficient and soon my uniform was over my head and they used this to keep my arms in control as I could feel them stand me up and peel off my tights and pants. I could feel the cooler air but still could see nothing through the uniform still over my head. Next I knew would be a single hand up my back to unclip my bra and the whole lot was pulled clear of my arms and I was now successfully stripped naked in under 90 seconds.
There were a few comments regarding my figure but my clothes were given back ( still some respect for my position albeit naked) I got dressed on my own and returned to the ward slightly shaken but still in charge, wondering what was in store for me on the hen night.
I was delighted when my husband eventually got round to popping the question and could not wait to get back to the ward to show the ring and tell them that we were going to be married.
I took some cakes in and a bottle of bubbly to just to mark the occasion and celebrate the moment with my workmates. The wedding was going to be in around six months but no date had been set but inevitably the conversation got round to the hen night and what we should do and where we could go.
A weekend away is usually out of the question as there is a ward to run so not everybody can go, so that was counted out, a pub crawl is what we do anyway but we might get dressed up, was another suggestion. The conversation turned to what we might dress up as, and various suggestion came forward and got racier and more adventurous as we went on. during this there were many taunts to me as to "what they were going to do me" and "did have the figure to carry it off". Of course I protested and told them that I did still have a figure and albeit was not volunteering to go round the pubs in a basque I would still fit into one.
Nurses in these situations are past masters at slowly changing the emphasis and meaning of any conversation to focus on the victim and get them to condemn themselves. Why did I fall into the trap? Why did I insist that I still had a figure? Surely I should have read the signs, I have led this conversations on others so many times but on this occasion I have almost given them the excuse for proof of my claims.
When they asked for proof or rather said they should check for themselves I could have kicked myself and tried to change the subject and refused to show them so they just ganged up on me. I was still in a chair when they started by holding my arms and lossening my shoes and zipper. They had been waiting for payback since all had been stripped organised by myself and they were not going to let this opportunity go to waste.
They were well trained and efficient and soon my uniform was over my head and they used this to keep my arms in control as I could feel them stand me up and peel off my tights and pants. I could feel the cooler air but still could see nothing through the uniform still over my head. Next I knew would be a single hand up my back to unclip my bra and the whole lot was pulled clear of my arms and I was now successfully stripped naked in under 90 seconds.
There were a few comments regarding my figure but my clothes were given back ( still some respect for my position albeit naked) I got dressed on my own and returned to the ward slightly shaken but still in charge, wondering what was in store for me on the hen night.
12th Stripping by Katrina
12th Stripping: Last shift before Wedding
I knew something naughty would be in store for me on this shift. The Rota had been done so that there was plenty of cover and also meant that there was plenty people to help celebrate with me as nobody wanted to miss out on the fun.
The afternoon shift arrived in around 1.00pm that day earlier than usual and I was just scooped up onto a trolley and I knew I was going to be in trouble. My crowd have a great way of winding the victim up, they usually have a table in the changing room with a shaving tray, handcuffs, and tape or other toys so when you arrive you start to worry what's in store. On this day there was the usual table with a shaving tray, a veil, an "L" plate, and a tiarra so I had a pretty good idea which direction I would be going.
Instead of the usual laundry room I was wheeled along to the bathroom wher a latge bath had already been filled for me. This is usually for initiation baths which can be fully clothed, partly clothed, or just plain naked depending on the occasion and individual, so I assumed they would now undress me and dunk me but no. I was carried from the trolley and dunked in the bath fully clothed into the icy cold water. Nothing can prepare you no matter how many times it happens for the feeling of having all your clothes sticking to you in the bath.
I was then helped out of the bath wrapped in a couple of large towels and sat on the trolley, I though it was all over as they cheered and laughed but then I was pulled backwards down onto the trolley and wheeled out the door into the corridor.
Well sure enough I was wheeled into the laundry room, this is our traditional area for hi jinx as there is plenty of floor space and away from the ward. I was held down by many hands until as more of the staff could got away from the ward. There were even friends and ex colleagues from other wards there the room was packed.
There had been a discussion already about what to do as there seemed to be a definate plan going on, these girls were organised and I was very nervous. "Right Girls" was the signal to get the show started and My arms were pulled above my head and my feet were held firm to give everyone it seemed to me clear access to my uniform zipper and belt as they fought over who was going to help strip me. It does not seem to matter how many times a nurse is stripped an almighty cheers goes up when her uniform is taken from her. Perhaps I may have added to the situation by keeping with our tradition and was wearing black stockings and suspenders together with matching lacy bra and thong.
The noise was louder than usual and more people came into the room to see what was happening, although in my experience when you hear that roar from the laundry room it can only be for one reason, someone is being stripped.
Nevertheless they made short work stripping off all my underwear and throwing it to the back of the room, more cheering accompanied this and I was now held gently but firmly down on the trolley and awaited my fait. The shaving tray was produced and after a couple of minutes another cheer went up as the last few pubic hairs were removed and I now felt bare naked, damp and cold and somehow vunerable as I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Another cheers as the my main tormentors from the ward produced a plastic bag from the famous party plan company with shops now with assorted goodies for me.
They were not a present as I first suspected but they were now going to redress me and I had no choice but to go along with it. I was struggling thinking enough is enough but there were too many.
A couple of the girls from my ward towelled me dry and started to rub on talcum powder from the bag, they missed nowhere as I was rubbed everywhere. I was turned over to get my back dried and powdered as the noise grew in the room when they saw what was in the bag. I was being tickled and sombody had each foot and was tormenting me as I wriggled I was warned to stay still otherwise things would get worse for me.
As I lay there I began to realise what they were up to. They lifted me up and despite all attempts to stop them they got a pair of bright red split crotch panties onto me. Then to the great delight A pair of nipple clamps were attached gently thankfully, the ones with the chain attaching them together and a tidy matching bra so the clamps would not be hidden. I could see camers phones now appearing but they were not finished yet.
They had got bright red stockings and my legs were held very firm as I struggled to no avail but they got them on me together with a lacy suspender belt and they were fixed.
Make up was then produced as they sat me up and "dolled" me up brushed my damp hair and fixed the tiarra and veil on me. To finish it all off I had to put on long red gloves.
The L plate wes attached to the veil and I was ready. The problem now was how to get back to the changing room. They had thought of that as I was covered with a blanket and laid back on the trolley.
I should have guessed the next bit as we passed the changing room en route to another ward, "just to wish me good luck", I tried to get off the trolley but was kept there until the neighbouring ward. The blanket was removed for everyone to admire the handiwork, then I was taken to that ward's laundry room and strapped by the arms and legs to the trolley. "That will stop you escaping" as we went round every ward and department in the hospital.
I was wheeled around for more that 2 hours and left in the doctor's day room for them to rescue me. These young doctors certainly took their time inspecting ALL the work done in every detail, they just love a helpless nurse strapped to a trolley in provocative underwear,I still can't believe they HAD to check I have been shaved, however they eventually released me after I agreed to be examined and helped me out with a white coat to cover myself up.
My fiance had already been phoned and was waiting to collect me, appartantly he had been in on at least the big picture but did not no the detail but I could see was not disappointed. The girls had given him my clothes already and persuaded him ( not that it took much) to lock them in the boot. I have to say that he is lucky nothing happened to him, we did a clothes swap once with a girls leaving to be married but then she was not dressed like me she was stripped of her uniform and he was invited to watch, he left wearing her underwear and uniform and she was wearing his.
My white coat was uncermoniously taken from me in the car park next to the car as they all came out to say goodbye and I was driven home in my new clothes.
They would round to collect me in two hours but I could swap the clamps for a the short red dress in the bag, I knew better than to disobey.
I knew something naughty would be in store for me on this shift. The Rota had been done so that there was plenty of cover and also meant that there was plenty people to help celebrate with me as nobody wanted to miss out on the fun.
The afternoon shift arrived in around 1.00pm that day earlier than usual and I was just scooped up onto a trolley and I knew I was going to be in trouble. My crowd have a great way of winding the victim up, they usually have a table in the changing room with a shaving tray, handcuffs, and tape or other toys so when you arrive you start to worry what's in store. On this day there was the usual table with a shaving tray, a veil, an "L" plate, and a tiarra so I had a pretty good idea which direction I would be going.
Instead of the usual laundry room I was wheeled along to the bathroom wher a latge bath had already been filled for me. This is usually for initiation baths which can be fully clothed, partly clothed, or just plain naked depending on the occasion and individual, so I assumed they would now undress me and dunk me but no. I was carried from the trolley and dunked in the bath fully clothed into the icy cold water. Nothing can prepare you no matter how many times it happens for the feeling of having all your clothes sticking to you in the bath.
I was then helped out of the bath wrapped in a couple of large towels and sat on the trolley, I though it was all over as they cheered and laughed but then I was pulled backwards down onto the trolley and wheeled out the door into the corridor.
Well sure enough I was wheeled into the laundry room, this is our traditional area for hi jinx as there is plenty of floor space and away from the ward. I was held down by many hands until as more of the staff could got away from the ward. There were even friends and ex colleagues from other wards there the room was packed.
There had been a discussion already about what to do as there seemed to be a definate plan going on, these girls were organised and I was very nervous. "Right Girls" was the signal to get the show started and My arms were pulled above my head and my feet were held firm to give everyone it seemed to me clear access to my uniform zipper and belt as they fought over who was going to help strip me. It does not seem to matter how many times a nurse is stripped an almighty cheers goes up when her uniform is taken from her. Perhaps I may have added to the situation by keeping with our tradition and was wearing black stockings and suspenders together with matching lacy bra and thong.
The noise was louder than usual and more people came into the room to see what was happening, although in my experience when you hear that roar from the laundry room it can only be for one reason, someone is being stripped.
Nevertheless they made short work stripping off all my underwear and throwing it to the back of the room, more cheering accompanied this and I was now held gently but firmly down on the trolley and awaited my fait. The shaving tray was produced and after a couple of minutes another cheer went up as the last few pubic hairs were removed and I now felt bare naked, damp and cold and somehow vunerable as I had no idea what was going to happen next.
Another cheers as the my main tormentors from the ward produced a plastic bag from the famous party plan company with shops now with assorted goodies for me.
They were not a present as I first suspected but they were now going to redress me and I had no choice but to go along with it. I was struggling thinking enough is enough but there were too many.
A couple of the girls from my ward towelled me dry and started to rub on talcum powder from the bag, they missed nowhere as I was rubbed everywhere. I was turned over to get my back dried and powdered as the noise grew in the room when they saw what was in the bag. I was being tickled and sombody had each foot and was tormenting me as I wriggled I was warned to stay still otherwise things would get worse for me.
As I lay there I began to realise what they were up to. They lifted me up and despite all attempts to stop them they got a pair of bright red split crotch panties onto me. Then to the great delight A pair of nipple clamps were attached gently thankfully, the ones with the chain attaching them together and a tidy matching bra so the clamps would not be hidden. I could see camers phones now appearing but they were not finished yet.
They had got bright red stockings and my legs were held very firm as I struggled to no avail but they got them on me together with a lacy suspender belt and they were fixed.
Make up was then produced as they sat me up and "dolled" me up brushed my damp hair and fixed the tiarra and veil on me. To finish it all off I had to put on long red gloves.
The L plate wes attached to the veil and I was ready. The problem now was how to get back to the changing room. They had thought of that as I was covered with a blanket and laid back on the trolley.
I should have guessed the next bit as we passed the changing room en route to another ward, "just to wish me good luck", I tried to get off the trolley but was kept there until the neighbouring ward. The blanket was removed for everyone to admire the handiwork, then I was taken to that ward's laundry room and strapped by the arms and legs to the trolley. "That will stop you escaping" as we went round every ward and department in the hospital.
I was wheeled around for more that 2 hours and left in the doctor's day room for them to rescue me. These young doctors certainly took their time inspecting ALL the work done in every detail, they just love a helpless nurse strapped to a trolley in provocative underwear,I still can't believe they HAD to check I have been shaved, however they eventually released me after I agreed to be examined and helped me out with a white coat to cover myself up.
My fiance had already been phoned and was waiting to collect me, appartantly he had been in on at least the big picture but did not no the detail but I could see was not disappointed. The girls had given him my clothes already and persuaded him ( not that it took much) to lock them in the boot. I have to say that he is lucky nothing happened to him, we did a clothes swap once with a girls leaving to be married but then she was not dressed like me she was stripped of her uniform and he was invited to watch, he left wearing her underwear and uniform and she was wearing his.
My white coat was uncermoniously taken from me in the car park next to the car as they all came out to say goodbye and I was driven home in my new clothes.
They would round to collect me in two hours but I could swap the clamps for a the short red dress in the bag, I knew better than to disobey.
13th Stripping by Katrina
13th Stripping: Hen Night (unlucky for some!)
When I arrived home in my outfit courtesy of my colleagues I was begging fiance to get a coat or something to cover me up, we have a short drive at home but I did not see the benefit from a mad dash to the door. He was beside himself with me in that state and extracted a forfeit.
Save to say I was up for the forfeit anyway as I was now pretty turned on and he made me only remove the panties despite the fact they split crotch. When the girls arrived to collect me the minibus already had all 10 girls in it and they all noisely descended to the door.
I had taken the nipple clamps off (eventually) and got into the tiny stretched dress that they had given me it barely covered my panties and when I pulled it down my boobs were in real danger of falling out. I had needed to put on a pair of white pants under my new "gift" as a result of my forfeit if you know what I mean. So feeling fantastic and flushed I opened the door to the girls.
Two of the girls had missed the fun in the afternoon and demanded to see the famous by now knickers, it's hard to stop a crowd of randy nurses stopping pulling your tiny dress up, and they were less than impressed with the extra white pants. Without any reference or ackowledgement to my fiance I was told to get them off, I must have hesitated a micro second or they had already realised that they would just do it anyway but I was jumped and overpowered easily as both sets of pants were pulled off me and over a pair of red high heels I had added for the night.
They then put my new pants on me and one asked about the nipple clamps, they were produced quickly by my still fiancee and attached as a punishemnt and draped over the front of the dress for all to see as I was bundled out the house because we were now wasting good drinking time.
On our way to the first bar the subject of knickers came up as they all discussed the last few minutes and whether or not I had been punished enough. A Chinese whisper went round the bus as they passed the message on everyone looked at me and smiled, this did not look good. Sure enough it wasn't, they easily overpowered me again in such a small space and my split crotch panties were removed again and secured in the window by winding it down a little putting a little of the waistband in and rewinding so they hung for evryone to see in the inside of the bus.
We had a few drinks in this bar and went back in the bus towards the next destination, to cut a long story shorter I lost a stocking next and it was put in the window, next bar the next stocking.
As we arrived the windows were filling up with my clothes and was getting obvious to other drinkers what was going on (or off).
My bra was taken with a bit of a struggle but the clamps were used to keep me still, then my supender belt was taken as we visited the last bar. We were in there for ages with me wearing just this revealing dress and being flashed at various times by my "friends". The dance floor was a nightmare and they all took turns to make sure I suffered the maximum exposure without actually losing the dress.
When we left in the bus they took my bag and used my phone to phone home to check my fiance (no names here!)was home waiting up for me, he had fallen asleep on the couch but answered the phone and told them he was alright and asked when to expect me. We were about ten minutes from the house in the bus and I got my phone and bag back and everyone was saying how much they all had enjoyed the evening.
At the end of my street they told the bus to stop as there was one more thing to do, nurse are not really known for public stripping but sometimes it happens. I kind of guessed this was going to happen but I was not ready for the way this happened.
When the bus stopped all the girls said goodnight and I walked towards the bus exit, and started to go down the stairs, I actaully thought I had got away with it when a hand covered mine on the rail and I heard giggling from behind me. A few had gone out the emrgency exit and I was now surrounded, my free hand was grabbed as the dress was easily lifted up and over my free hand and gathered over the hand on the rail. The bus driver could not believe it.
A cheer went up that I thought would waken the neighbours as I was released, and the dress snatched away back into the bus. The girls quickly went back into the bus and it started to drive away. I was stark naked in my own street wearing bright red high heels and nipple clamps so I ran over to the pavement on my side of the street and as quickly and quietly as I could ran to my front door where he was standing with a camera.
I cannot wait until the next one now, one of the girls has announced her engagement, (accompanied by the usual congratualtion ceremony of course!)
When I arrived home in my outfit courtesy of my colleagues I was begging fiance to get a coat or something to cover me up, we have a short drive at home but I did not see the benefit from a mad dash to the door. He was beside himself with me in that state and extracted a forfeit.
Save to say I was up for the forfeit anyway as I was now pretty turned on and he made me only remove the panties despite the fact they split crotch. When the girls arrived to collect me the minibus already had all 10 girls in it and they all noisely descended to the door.
I had taken the nipple clamps off (eventually) and got into the tiny stretched dress that they had given me it barely covered my panties and when I pulled it down my boobs were in real danger of falling out. I had needed to put on a pair of white pants under my new "gift" as a result of my forfeit if you know what I mean. So feeling fantastic and flushed I opened the door to the girls.
Two of the girls had missed the fun in the afternoon and demanded to see the famous by now knickers, it's hard to stop a crowd of randy nurses stopping pulling your tiny dress up, and they were less than impressed with the extra white pants. Without any reference or ackowledgement to my fiance I was told to get them off, I must have hesitated a micro second or they had already realised that they would just do it anyway but I was jumped and overpowered easily as both sets of pants were pulled off me and over a pair of red high heels I had added for the night.
They then put my new pants on me and one asked about the nipple clamps, they were produced quickly by my still fiancee and attached as a punishemnt and draped over the front of the dress for all to see as I was bundled out the house because we were now wasting good drinking time.
On our way to the first bar the subject of knickers came up as they all discussed the last few minutes and whether or not I had been punished enough. A Chinese whisper went round the bus as they passed the message on everyone looked at me and smiled, this did not look good. Sure enough it wasn't, they easily overpowered me again in such a small space and my split crotch panties were removed again and secured in the window by winding it down a little putting a little of the waistband in and rewinding so they hung for evryone to see in the inside of the bus.
We had a few drinks in this bar and went back in the bus towards the next destination, to cut a long story shorter I lost a stocking next and it was put in the window, next bar the next stocking.
As we arrived the windows were filling up with my clothes and was getting obvious to other drinkers what was going on (or off).
My bra was taken with a bit of a struggle but the clamps were used to keep me still, then my supender belt was taken as we visited the last bar. We were in there for ages with me wearing just this revealing dress and being flashed at various times by my "friends". The dance floor was a nightmare and they all took turns to make sure I suffered the maximum exposure without actually losing the dress.
When we left in the bus they took my bag and used my phone to phone home to check my fiance (no names here!)was home waiting up for me, he had fallen asleep on the couch but answered the phone and told them he was alright and asked when to expect me. We were about ten minutes from the house in the bus and I got my phone and bag back and everyone was saying how much they all had enjoyed the evening.
At the end of my street they told the bus to stop as there was one more thing to do, nurse are not really known for public stripping but sometimes it happens. I kind of guessed this was going to happen but I was not ready for the way this happened.
When the bus stopped all the girls said goodnight and I walked towards the bus exit, and started to go down the stairs, I actaully thought I had got away with it when a hand covered mine on the rail and I heard giggling from behind me. A few had gone out the emrgency exit and I was now surrounded, my free hand was grabbed as the dress was easily lifted up and over my free hand and gathered over the hand on the rail. The bus driver could not believe it.
A cheer went up that I thought would waken the neighbours as I was released, and the dress snatched away back into the bus. The girls quickly went back into the bus and it started to drive away. I was stark naked in my own street wearing bright red high heels and nipple clamps so I ran over to the pavement on my side of the street and as quickly and quietly as I could ran to my front door where he was standing with a camera.
I cannot wait until the next one now, one of the girls has announced her engagement, (accompanied by the usual congratualtion ceremony of course!)
14th Stripping by Katrina
14th Stripping payback for posting stories
When I told aone of my colleagues about this site I did not expect the reaction. My stories were printed and put up on the notice board in the ward.
They had a meeting on my day off and decided that I should be suitably punished albeit just for (their) fun.
I was grabbed as soon as I the late shift staff arrived one day that I was on early and dragged to the bath room. I was asked about the stories and why I posted them then they asked if I wanted to go home in wet clothes.
I immediately answered no and actually though they were just trying to scare me a little. No such luck, The question had been asked carefully so that they would have my "permission" to be stripped naked.
Whilst still standing my arms were held firmly as the pack of nurses were like wolves on my uniform and underwear and they soon had me starkers. I knew fine well what was next with a large bath full of cold mains water.
I was dunked in and left a small hand towel to get dried and cover my modesty back to the changing room. They were not in a mood to give back my clothes at once so I ended up going home just in my civvies.
Sure enough my clothes appeared as I left the ward in a bag with a friendly warning that I should not be telling any secrets again.
I was assured that if this happened again that they would come up with something special, and they did.
When I told aone of my colleagues about this site I did not expect the reaction. My stories were printed and put up on the notice board in the ward.
They had a meeting on my day off and decided that I should be suitably punished albeit just for (their) fun.
I was grabbed as soon as I the late shift staff arrived one day that I was on early and dragged to the bath room. I was asked about the stories and why I posted them then they asked if I wanted to go home in wet clothes.
I immediately answered no and actually though they were just trying to scare me a little. No such luck, The question had been asked carefully so that they would have my "permission" to be stripped naked.
Whilst still standing my arms were held firmly as the pack of nurses were like wolves on my uniform and underwear and they soon had me starkers. I knew fine well what was next with a large bath full of cold mains water.
I was dunked in and left a small hand towel to get dried and cover my modesty back to the changing room. They were not in a mood to give back my clothes at once so I ended up going home just in my civvies.
Sure enough my clothes appeared as I left the ward in a bag with a friendly warning that I should not be telling any secrets again.
I was assured that if this happened again that they would come up with something special, and they did.
15th Stripping by Katrina
15th Stripping
My 15thstripping(so far) was after the minibus posting from our Christmas Night out when we made one of our colleagues sit naked in the minibus all the way home and only gave her back her coat to get back to her house.
Well I suppose I did realise that something would happen after my last undressing but a few weeks passed and despite a few teasings and threats I thought that everyone had forgotton and forgiven. It was a little naughty of us to strip a colleague in a relatively public place and she had not forgotton and so it seemed not forgiven either.
You can tell when something is going on in a hospital, there are more inter ward phone calls and nurses from other wards huddle together at breaks, and soon it dawnson you that you are not involved in any on these conversations and they are probably about you.
Well that's what happened to me, and it was not a complete shock when I was grabbed and dragged to the laundry room. I struggled for all I was worth because I still did not see the justice here all I had done was publish our story and nobody except those involved knew who the nurse was. Anyway she clearly had a different view and no end of willing helpers most of whom were in the laundry room with us now.
I was lifted up and onto a trolley and held there as I struggled to get loose. I had hoped in vain that this maybe was just to frighten me off and stop me posting but hey I could hope!
I was truggling more than usual and my shoes were removed "to stop me running away" fine chance as about a dozen pairs of hand held me firmly to the trolley.
My uniform was eventually removed, you can struggle and fight but you cannot win against a team of determined nurses. Nobody I know has successfully held out against a team of nurses.
A loud cheer echoed out as the garment was wrestled from my hands and cleared over my head leaving me vunerable in underwear and tights. Tights were next and neatly rolled down and off my feet. I was now lying in unmatching bra and pants expecting them to be whipped off me and probably shaved again!
Instead there was obviously a plan. My hands were outstretched and bound with bandages at the same time my ankles were firmly bandaged together. This was a new thing to me and I was now completely helpless and at their mercy. Then several strips of bangade were threaded through the sides, front and back of my panties and my bra. They were about 10 feet in length and when they were finished the minibus victim explained to me what was to happen next.
They were not going to strip me naked, I was going to strip naked and run from the laundry room the 200 yards to the changing room completely naked, otherwise I would be given over to the mercy of the rest of the nurses in the room.
I had little choice because I knew most of them and they could be pretty wicked, I would no doubt never see my underwear again it would snipped of, probably shaved, and no doubt go on a tour of the hospital, visit the porters, and every liklihood of streaking at some point anyway. So I agreed reluctantly and I was lifted up and the trolley was wheeled out the door.
A couple of them held me up straight in the centre of the room as the rest took a length of bandage each and tied it to the shelving round the room.
When they were finished I was in the centre on an elaborate web of bandages all tied tightly to my bra and panties which were stretched in all directions, I could not move without exposing myself or risk losing only clothing. They had got me good I would have no choice since the bandages were looped through my clothing but to step out because I could not reach the knots and anyway my hands were still tied.
One girl crawled over the floor and untied my ankles and my hands were untied.
Before leaving the room to watch outside I was told in no uncertain terms that I had 2 minutes to get free and get out. When I streaked I was to make no attempt to cover up as there was a large audience waiting I was not going to disappoint them.
As the door opened I could see many more faces outside, this had been a masterpiece of planning and I was being got back with interest here. I got free of my underwear with bit of a struggle there was so much bandage in the room I thought I was not going to make it, the alternative did not look good for me.
When I opened the door to make a dash for it nothing could have prepared me for the noise. Just about every member of staff even off duty were there Doctors, porters everyone even from Admin. Phone flashing as I tried to remember to keep my hands away they cheered deafeningly as i sprinted and fought the odd hand away towards the changing room and safety.
Most of the audience I found out later thought that I had done this as a dare as if anyone would choose to run naked round a hospital. Would they George?
My 15thstripping(so far) was after the minibus posting from our Christmas Night out when we made one of our colleagues sit naked in the minibus all the way home and only gave her back her coat to get back to her house.
Well I suppose I did realise that something would happen after my last undressing but a few weeks passed and despite a few teasings and threats I thought that everyone had forgotton and forgiven. It was a little naughty of us to strip a colleague in a relatively public place and she had not forgotton and so it seemed not forgiven either.
You can tell when something is going on in a hospital, there are more inter ward phone calls and nurses from other wards huddle together at breaks, and soon it dawnson you that you are not involved in any on these conversations and they are probably about you.
Well that's what happened to me, and it was not a complete shock when I was grabbed and dragged to the laundry room. I struggled for all I was worth because I still did not see the justice here all I had done was publish our story and nobody except those involved knew who the nurse was. Anyway she clearly had a different view and no end of willing helpers most of whom were in the laundry room with us now.
I was lifted up and onto a trolley and held there as I struggled to get loose. I had hoped in vain that this maybe was just to frighten me off and stop me posting but hey I could hope!
I was truggling more than usual and my shoes were removed "to stop me running away" fine chance as about a dozen pairs of hand held me firmly to the trolley.
My uniform was eventually removed, you can struggle and fight but you cannot win against a team of determined nurses. Nobody I know has successfully held out against a team of nurses.
A loud cheer echoed out as the garment was wrestled from my hands and cleared over my head leaving me vunerable in underwear and tights. Tights were next and neatly rolled down and off my feet. I was now lying in unmatching bra and pants expecting them to be whipped off me and probably shaved again!
Instead there was obviously a plan. My hands were outstretched and bound with bandages at the same time my ankles were firmly bandaged together. This was a new thing to me and I was now completely helpless and at their mercy. Then several strips of bangade were threaded through the sides, front and back of my panties and my bra. They were about 10 feet in length and when they were finished the minibus victim explained to me what was to happen next.
They were not going to strip me naked, I was going to strip naked and run from the laundry room the 200 yards to the changing room completely naked, otherwise I would be given over to the mercy of the rest of the nurses in the room.
I had little choice because I knew most of them and they could be pretty wicked, I would no doubt never see my underwear again it would snipped of, probably shaved, and no doubt go on a tour of the hospital, visit the porters, and every liklihood of streaking at some point anyway. So I agreed reluctantly and I was lifted up and the trolley was wheeled out the door.
A couple of them held me up straight in the centre of the room as the rest took a length of bandage each and tied it to the shelving round the room.
When they were finished I was in the centre on an elaborate web of bandages all tied tightly to my bra and panties which were stretched in all directions, I could not move without exposing myself or risk losing only clothing. They had got me good I would have no choice since the bandages were looped through my clothing but to step out because I could not reach the knots and anyway my hands were still tied.
One girl crawled over the floor and untied my ankles and my hands were untied.
Before leaving the room to watch outside I was told in no uncertain terms that I had 2 minutes to get free and get out. When I streaked I was to make no attempt to cover up as there was a large audience waiting I was not going to disappoint them.
As the door opened I could see many more faces outside, this had been a masterpiece of planning and I was being got back with interest here. I got free of my underwear with bit of a struggle there was so much bandage in the room I thought I was not going to make it, the alternative did not look good for me.
When I opened the door to make a dash for it nothing could have prepared me for the noise. Just about every member of staff even off duty were there Doctors, porters everyone even from Admin. Phone flashing as I tried to remember to keep my hands away they cheered deafeningly as i sprinted and fought the odd hand away towards the changing room and safety.
Most of the audience I found out later thought that I had done this as a dare as if anyone would choose to run naked round a hospital. Would they George?
Trolley Ride 1 by Katrina
Thanks Sammy for your recent post, we all had a good laugh reminiscing about our various initiations to nursing in our own student days.
Most of the girls have enjoyed similar experiences as Sammy's intake, however we had a SEN who stupidly confessed that she had never "done the trolley thing". You could feel the electricity in the room as she realised how naive that confession was and we were already exchanging opportunist glances, we knew we could not let her miss out. So a plan was hatched and she was given a choice since this was retrospective, she could agree to our suggestion of a voluntary ride or suffer the full consequences of an involuntary trolley run with no warning, and no concessions!
We actually persuaded her that she could keep her uniform on but to make it look more realistic we should show her shoulders, that would be done by taking her arms out of her dress and the same with her bra. We would let her do that herself in the changing room and we would cover her with a blanket and secure her hands to the trolley to make it fully realistic.
This would be an unusual trolley ride as normally there is no negociation or warnings, "victims" are usually dragged to the laundry room, lifted on to table and stripped naked usually quite quickly and firmly despite protests and struggle.
Lorna (name change of course) and not me!, got herself ready and got up on the trolley as promised we tied her hands to the sides and tucked the blanket over the top of her dress and down between her body and arms to give the allusion of being naked due to exposed shoulders and arms.
You have to imagine the point when Lorna realises she has been tricked and been had good and proper. It could be the moment her shoes were removed or more likely her tights were just taken off her " so that they would see her bare feet". With Lorna tied helpless, every item of clothing was easily pulled down from her helpless body and she cursed herself for falling for our trap.
Most of the girls have enjoyed similar experiences as Sammy's intake, however we had a SEN who stupidly confessed that she had never "done the trolley thing". You could feel the electricity in the room as she realised how naive that confession was and we were already exchanging opportunist glances, we knew we could not let her miss out. So a plan was hatched and she was given a choice since this was retrospective, she could agree to our suggestion of a voluntary ride or suffer the full consequences of an involuntary trolley run with no warning, and no concessions!
We actually persuaded her that she could keep her uniform on but to make it look more realistic we should show her shoulders, that would be done by taking her arms out of her dress and the same with her bra. We would let her do that herself in the changing room and we would cover her with a blanket and secure her hands to the trolley to make it fully realistic.
This would be an unusual trolley ride as normally there is no negociation or warnings, "victims" are usually dragged to the laundry room, lifted on to table and stripped naked usually quite quickly and firmly despite protests and struggle.
Lorna (name change of course) and not me!, got herself ready and got up on the trolley as promised we tied her hands to the sides and tucked the blanket over the top of her dress and down between her body and arms to give the allusion of being naked due to exposed shoulders and arms.
You have to imagine the point when Lorna realises she has been tricked and been had good and proper. It could be the moment her shoes were removed or more likely her tights were just taken off her " so that they would see her bare feet". With Lorna tied helpless, every item of clothing was easily pulled down from her helpless body and she cursed herself for falling for our trap.
Trolly Ride 2 by Katrina
Trolley Ride (2)
Sorry about that lost a bit from the end.
We snipped a few curls from Lorna since she had obviously got an expensive "Brazilian Wax" job just to prove that we could and told her to calm down as the canteen was no place to be left in.
We wheeled her round the wards re-telling the story at every opportunity and flashing her when the Brazilian came up to other female nurses.
We did leave her in the canteen but only to wind her up. We went for a coffee with her but despite untying her she did'nt want one, we left her after coffe but only for a few minutes while we watched her reaction from the doorway, it was priceless. We rescued her as her predicament was attracting attention from other wards and the dreaded porters.
As a special treat we let her streak the final corridor to the changing room where we returned her clothes.
They had been placed on the bottom shelf of the trolley for all to see throughout the excursion.
Well that's what we got up to.
Sammy you mentioned you had more material and George with you in retirement you must have the time to get more memories and stories up, look forward to the Shipbuilder stories they have some good suggestions!
Sorry about that lost a bit from the end.
We snipped a few curls from Lorna since she had obviously got an expensive "Brazilian Wax" job just to prove that we could and told her to calm down as the canteen was no place to be left in.
We wheeled her round the wards re-telling the story at every opportunity and flashing her when the Brazilian came up to other female nurses.
We did leave her in the canteen but only to wind her up. We went for a coffee with her but despite untying her she did'nt want one, we left her after coffe but only for a few minutes while we watched her reaction from the doorway, it was priceless. We rescued her as her predicament was attracting attention from other wards and the dreaded porters.
As a special treat we let her streak the final corridor to the changing room where we returned her clothes.
They had been placed on the bottom shelf of the trolley for all to see throughout the excursion.
Well that's what we got up to.
Sammy you mentioned you had more material and George with you in retirement you must have the time to get more memories and stories up, look forward to the Shipbuilder stories they have some good suggestions!
Red Nose Day by Katrina
Red Rose Day!
As promised I said I would let you know happened to me on Red Nose Day. It seems there had been a few meetings on what we should do as every year most wards do something and our lot see the opportunity to have some fun as well as raise money for a good cause. I was the last one in on the stunt as you will have guessed by now it involved me in a starring role.
You would have to say I was just kidnapped shortly after 8.00 O'Clock in the morning and just tied at the ankles and knees,put in a chair and had my wrist bound to the armrests. I was then taken on a tour of the hospital with a bucket on my knee for a simple cash collection from the staff. Only a red nose had been placed on me and my shoes removed so as we went round I thought this might not be too bad although I was kind of expecting them to dump me in a bath when they had finished with me. I was pretty helpless tied up and it is not an opportunity nurses like to miss!
After raising a respectable ammount of cash including a fair bit of paper money they wheeled be to another ward on the same floor as mine, this was when I started to get nervous and had resigned myself to getting wet or perhaps a streak at worst a wet streak, but the hospital was getting busier with relatives so a streak was getting less likely.
When I was taken into a packed laundry room I knew that I would probably if not definately be stripped naked and my stomach sank as I could see an unhealthy number of male doctors and porters around the room, the noise was unbelievable. It was announced that we had done so well with collecting money the we would now continue to auction the removal of my clothes. I protested of course but all I could hear was that "it was all for Charity" so they just continued. Usually in this position once my arms and legs are held hands appear from everywhere undoing buttons belts and zips and within a couple of minutes I(or anyone else I should add) am displayed naked for all to see then dependant on the mood of the day you are freed to find your clothes, shaved, bathed (sometimes both),helped into the corridor for a streak, or some other trick they have been thinking about.
On this occasion they actually managed to hold some sort of auction to raise even more money, my outer garments ook a while to sell the removal of, the winner was allowed (by them!!) to remove the garment from me the unwilling donor. It took much longer than normal but eventually a syndicate of porters took my bra off and a syndicate of doctors removed my panties. As it happens I have never seen them again, they have assumed they have bought them but I will not be going to look for them.
At this point I was naked and still held when all the males were told to leave the room. I knew that there was more probably of a more intimate nature coming up. The girls then explained how I would be spending the rest of the day. First I was going to lose my pubic hair, no money had been pledged but they had decided that this was an opportunity not to be missed and that the most junior would do this for me. Now I realise that we always pick the most junior as they are excited during the first few strippings and just glad it's not them and secondly they can have no protest when it happens to them shortly afterwards.
I was lathered up and shaved slowly by the nevous hands but again eventually smooth and bare (again). They then proceed to bring in the slinky red underwear or similar to the ones we put on "Santa". I was worried that they would throw me out for a streak in them but nevertheless I was glad to have at least something covering me up. Then they told me that I would have to stay in the Hospital Reception area until 5.00pm (they had already cleared it with Management) collecting money for Red Nose Day.
I was horrified at the thought of being dressed like this in public but only slightly relieved when they produced a Clowns suit and put it on me together with a red nose and put me back in the chair (untied) to take me to the area.
I ended up enjoying my day immensely and raised a small fortune, never did find my underwear and all the staff were taken with my good humour and willingness? to take part.
So Phil you were not far away with your picture of me, perhaps you could give me a few ideas on how to get back at this lot.
As promised I said I would let you know happened to me on Red Nose Day. It seems there had been a few meetings on what we should do as every year most wards do something and our lot see the opportunity to have some fun as well as raise money for a good cause. I was the last one in on the stunt as you will have guessed by now it involved me in a starring role.
You would have to say I was just kidnapped shortly after 8.00 O'Clock in the morning and just tied at the ankles and knees,put in a chair and had my wrist bound to the armrests. I was then taken on a tour of the hospital with a bucket on my knee for a simple cash collection from the staff. Only a red nose had been placed on me and my shoes removed so as we went round I thought this might not be too bad although I was kind of expecting them to dump me in a bath when they had finished with me. I was pretty helpless tied up and it is not an opportunity nurses like to miss!
After raising a respectable ammount of cash including a fair bit of paper money they wheeled be to another ward on the same floor as mine, this was when I started to get nervous and had resigned myself to getting wet or perhaps a streak at worst a wet streak, but the hospital was getting busier with relatives so a streak was getting less likely.
When I was taken into a packed laundry room I knew that I would probably if not definately be stripped naked and my stomach sank as I could see an unhealthy number of male doctors and porters around the room, the noise was unbelievable. It was announced that we had done so well with collecting money the we would now continue to auction the removal of my clothes. I protested of course but all I could hear was that "it was all for Charity" so they just continued. Usually in this position once my arms and legs are held hands appear from everywhere undoing buttons belts and zips and within a couple of minutes I(or anyone else I should add) am displayed naked for all to see then dependant on the mood of the day you are freed to find your clothes, shaved, bathed (sometimes both),helped into the corridor for a streak, or some other trick they have been thinking about.
On this occasion they actually managed to hold some sort of auction to raise even more money, my outer garments ook a while to sell the removal of, the winner was allowed (by them!!) to remove the garment from me the unwilling donor. It took much longer than normal but eventually a syndicate of porters took my bra off and a syndicate of doctors removed my panties. As it happens I have never seen them again, they have assumed they have bought them but I will not be going to look for them.
At this point I was naked and still held when all the males were told to leave the room. I knew that there was more probably of a more intimate nature coming up. The girls then explained how I would be spending the rest of the day. First I was going to lose my pubic hair, no money had been pledged but they had decided that this was an opportunity not to be missed and that the most junior would do this for me. Now I realise that we always pick the most junior as they are excited during the first few strippings and just glad it's not them and secondly they can have no protest when it happens to them shortly afterwards.
I was lathered up and shaved slowly by the nevous hands but again eventually smooth and bare (again). They then proceed to bring in the slinky red underwear or similar to the ones we put on "Santa". I was worried that they would throw me out for a streak in them but nevertheless I was glad to have at least something covering me up. Then they told me that I would have to stay in the Hospital Reception area until 5.00pm (they had already cleared it with Management) collecting money for Red Nose Day.
I was horrified at the thought of being dressed like this in public but only slightly relieved when they produced a Clowns suit and put it on me together with a red nose and put me back in the chair (untied) to take me to the area.
I ended up enjoying my day immensely and raised a small fortune, never did find my underwear and all the staff were taken with my good humour and willingness? to take part.
So Phil you were not far away with your picture of me, perhaps you could give me a few ideas on how to get back at this lot.
Reluctant Santa by Katrina
Reluctant Santa
At Christmas time we usually do something special and festive for each other and the patients. Someone dresses up as Santa to give out some small presents and any that relatives have brought in and we have a lucky dip for all the staff.
Last year we were discussing what to do as usual and some of us decided that the Night Staff Nurse could help this year by staying on and helping with breakfast and the gifts before going home. When this was suggested to her she was quite short and direct with the girls when they approached her at the evening handover.
When word of this got back to the "planning committee" we decided that not only would we force her to take part but there should be a little extra twist to the whole event. After numerous suggestions we decided that she should have to wear a "Sexy Santa" outfit and she should be suitably prepared prior to her dressing up.
She is nameless for obvious reasons here as this site is getting a lot of attention in our hospital at least and rather that risk any backlash from officials no names. We knew that she liked a joke and was always up for various pranks with students and birthdays, we've all been undressed against our will (some more than others) and survived any ordeals so it seemed only fair that we should dress her ourselves. One of the slower students asked how we could dress her over her clothes as she would be on her way home after the shift, so a plan was hatched.
Knowing her wicked side she was told that I (of all people) was going to be stripped first thing on Christmas morning then bathed just for fun to get the day off on the right note. Obviously she agreed to help out and said she could stay back one hour as she had plans for the day with family etc.
Christmas morning came soon enough and after an early handover I was dragged off to the laundry room (where else?), the minxes had my shoes and belt off me and zipper way down my back as I thought the joke was well and truly on me when she came into the room. Like a lamb to the slaughter she rushed to the front and started to pull down my uniform and I honestly thought the wicked devious tribe were going to strip me naked.
Thankfully (until the next time) they released their hold on me and turned on Night Nurse, before she knew it she was exactly where I had been, up on the "stripping table", she realised too late as the shout went up "Strip her" her shoes were untied and thrown into the corner that she was going nowhere fast (or clothed). They were ruthless as her uniform was unzipped and expertly stripped from her leaving her held on the table in regulation tights and unmatching underwear.
She was shown the outfit which was bordering on censorship material, the top was so low to accommodate the uplifting bra, and the panties so narrow some work may have to be done to her bush! The red stockings would barely be covered by the short red mini skirt. We did not buy the boots, she could go without as she was inside.
We explained her duties and also that instead of getting the poor bus service home we had arranged a taxi which would take her home dressed as Santa to her husband who was in on the joke too.
She was gobsmacked but knew what was coming next as she was lifted up to remove her tights and pants together, as this was happening someone unhooked her bra and it disappeared into the side of the room with scattered clothing around the edges.
Her bush would have shown round the edges of the outfit, but even without that she was going to get a shave anyway. No have measures here as she was lathered up and shaved bald by the yougest student, (we know she's next you see). We managed to keep her still as she struggled to no avail and transferred her to a handy trolley just to rinse the loose hairs you understand and she was dunked into a lukewarm bath against all of her strong will (well it's Christmas afterall hence lukewarm).
Back in the Laundry room she was towelled dry by umpteen nurses and dressed against all efforts in the extremely sexy santa outfit. Resigned at last to her fate she went round the ward and helped serve breakfast to the astounded patients and kissed all the guys and gave them a gift.
We put her in a taxi dressed still as santa with 2 of her staff who had a parcel each wrapped in Christmas paper, they arrived at her house and delivered our present to her husband. The two parcels were her uniform and her coat and bag.
We got a thank you card a couple of days later from her husband saying that he "enjoyed" his Christmas present immensely and took the greatest pleasure from "unwrapping" it.
So it looks as if we have started another little tradition for our ward. Night Nurse returned to work a few nights later unharmed and none the worse for her Christamas treat to the patients, I will watch my back as I hear she's already planning next Christmas.
At Christmas time we usually do something special and festive for each other and the patients. Someone dresses up as Santa to give out some small presents and any that relatives have brought in and we have a lucky dip for all the staff.
Last year we were discussing what to do as usual and some of us decided that the Night Staff Nurse could help this year by staying on and helping with breakfast and the gifts before going home. When this was suggested to her she was quite short and direct with the girls when they approached her at the evening handover.
When word of this got back to the "planning committee" we decided that not only would we force her to take part but there should be a little extra twist to the whole event. After numerous suggestions we decided that she should have to wear a "Sexy Santa" outfit and she should be suitably prepared prior to her dressing up.
She is nameless for obvious reasons here as this site is getting a lot of attention in our hospital at least and rather that risk any backlash from officials no names. We knew that she liked a joke and was always up for various pranks with students and birthdays, we've all been undressed against our will (some more than others) and survived any ordeals so it seemed only fair that we should dress her ourselves. One of the slower students asked how we could dress her over her clothes as she would be on her way home after the shift, so a plan was hatched.
Knowing her wicked side she was told that I (of all people) was going to be stripped first thing on Christmas morning then bathed just for fun to get the day off on the right note. Obviously she agreed to help out and said she could stay back one hour as she had plans for the day with family etc.
Christmas morning came soon enough and after an early handover I was dragged off to the laundry room (where else?), the minxes had my shoes and belt off me and zipper way down my back as I thought the joke was well and truly on me when she came into the room. Like a lamb to the slaughter she rushed to the front and started to pull down my uniform and I honestly thought the wicked devious tribe were going to strip me naked.
Thankfully (until the next time) they released their hold on me and turned on Night Nurse, before she knew it she was exactly where I had been, up on the "stripping table", she realised too late as the shout went up "Strip her" her shoes were untied and thrown into the corner that she was going nowhere fast (or clothed). They were ruthless as her uniform was unzipped and expertly stripped from her leaving her held on the table in regulation tights and unmatching underwear.
She was shown the outfit which was bordering on censorship material, the top was so low to accommodate the uplifting bra, and the panties so narrow some work may have to be done to her bush! The red stockings would barely be covered by the short red mini skirt. We did not buy the boots, she could go without as she was inside.
We explained her duties and also that instead of getting the poor bus service home we had arranged a taxi which would take her home dressed as Santa to her husband who was in on the joke too.
She was gobsmacked but knew what was coming next as she was lifted up to remove her tights and pants together, as this was happening someone unhooked her bra and it disappeared into the side of the room with scattered clothing around the edges.
Her bush would have shown round the edges of the outfit, but even without that she was going to get a shave anyway. No have measures here as she was lathered up and shaved bald by the yougest student, (we know she's next you see). We managed to keep her still as she struggled to no avail and transferred her to a handy trolley just to rinse the loose hairs you understand and she was dunked into a lukewarm bath against all of her strong will (well it's Christmas afterall hence lukewarm).
Back in the Laundry room she was towelled dry by umpteen nurses and dressed against all efforts in the extremely sexy santa outfit. Resigned at last to her fate she went round the ward and helped serve breakfast to the astounded patients and kissed all the guys and gave them a gift.
We put her in a taxi dressed still as santa with 2 of her staff who had a parcel each wrapped in Christmas paper, they arrived at her house and delivered our present to her husband. The two parcels were her uniform and her coat and bag.
We got a thank you card a couple of days later from her husband saying that he "enjoyed" his Christmas present immensely and took the greatest pleasure from "unwrapping" it.
So it looks as if we have started another little tradition for our ward. Night Nurse returned to work a few nights later unharmed and none the worse for her Christamas treat to the patients, I will watch my back as I hear she's already planning next Christmas.
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