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?