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.