The Ship Builder's Tales : (Senior Staff's Birthday) by George

I was sat in sister’s office on the morning of my third day back when the older SEN came in returning from days off duty and leave. She bounced in all smiles, then stopped, screwed up her eyes in disbelief and said, “Frank?” “Yes, its me in person” I said standing to greet her and giving her a peck on the cheek and saying, “Happy belated Birthday. Sorry I missed it”. “I’m not!” she said in a gruff voice and she and sister laughed and I smiled getting the point. I looked at her very curvaceous 36-year-old body and cursed my bad, rotten luck, but then thought well perhaps since there’d been some obvious comments last week that perhaps birthday baths where very common.

The student nurses assigned to the ward had rotated and so we where on the week where there was just trained staff and auxiliaries. This week was always the hardest and by the end everyone was shattered. The next week the new students arrived and although they’d already completed two-ward allocation every wards a bit different so it was another hard week getting them trained up.

My wife was now in the grumpy stage after the Coventry stage. The girls at work made up for it. There was always some leg pulling, always someone willing to listen to your woes, and they even would down a pint with you once and a while.

I’d been back a month when the collection for senior staff-nurses birthday was passed around. I started wondering almost immediately but also thought that perhaps the sister’s bath and staff-nurse being strung up in retribution was perhaps all there was. Senior staff-nurse was 26, a career orientated woman, no boy friends or other appendages as she said. She made it plainly clear without being boastful or arrogant that she was heading for and determined to get to the top as soon as possible.

Her birthday came and at morning break we had tea and a piece of birthday cake. She was given a lovely top which she’d spied on one of the girls shopping trips which where frequent. There was no sign of her being picked up and unceremoniously bathed. I was I have to admit a little disappointed but also relieved. I was still unsure, some days, when the girls would be joking around me, some of them would look at me and a wave of horror at the thought of me seeing them naked would cross their face, others had more a curious expression wondering what it would be like if it happened, yet others I think couldn’t wait until it was their turn. With senior staff nurse you got no sense of any of this, I figured that being the consummate professional, not to say that the others weren’t professional, that perhaps she was outside of such pranks.

After the morning break I busied myself tiding up the upper-ward. Senior staff was busy stocktaking and had asked me that when she was done would I go and re-provision the medical stores. I completed my tasks and looked around for senior staff, nowhere to be seen. I wondered down to the other half of the ward and still no sign of her. I suddenly thought bet she’s gone for the supplies herself since I’d gotten caught up in dealing with a spillage. I wondered back to the nurse’s station and made the general announcement “Has staff gone for the supplies?” “No, she’s doing something in the dressing room” sister said. I turned and walked back out heading for the dressing room.

The dressing room was where bandages where changed and procedures done. It was very rarely used on our ward. When I reached the door I was surprised to see the curtains on the small porthole windows drawn. I puzzled for a moment trying to think which of the patients was in need of a dressing change or was booked for a procedure. I just couldn’t think whom. I knocked as we did, and senior staff-nurses voice said, “If it’s Frank go away please. If it’s one of you others trying to freak me out it’s not working. Just come here and untie me”. I wasn’t sure I’d heard the last bit correctly.

“Yes, its Frank” I said. “Oh nuts. Just pretend you never heard that and go and find a student nurse,” she said.

I went and found each of the student nurses in turn. Both said that they had been strictly told by sister not to assist senior staff-nurse but if she asked they where to say they’d get me. I was walking back to tell senior staff-nurse when sister standing in the corridor called down, “Will you and staff go and get Mrs H, from physiotherapy”.

“Staff seems a little….” I began only to be interrupted by sister, “Tied up”. That sent a shiver running through me. I had heard right. “No! I was going to say occupied”. “Well un-occupy” then realising the joke, “Or occupy, whichever comes first” then realising that joke, turned away flapping her right hand in a shooing manner.

I stood at the door and knocked. “Sorry staff no one will help you,” I said through the door. “Nuts! Fine then but keep your eyes closed” she called back. Keeping my eyes closed was completely impractical. I took a deep breath to steel myself for whatever laid behind the door. I slowly pushed it open and entered. Staff looked over her shoulder, “I thought I said keep your eyes closed?” she said. “That would be rather difficult if you wanted my help,” I said. “Well just make sure you forget anything you’ve seen” she replied. “Sure” I said, then to myself “Consider your lovely bare backside forgotten”.

Senior staff-nurse was laid face down on the dressing table. Her hands had been tied by bandage to the steel legs at the head end. Her back was completely bear, and I noticed a lovely little mole on her left shoulder. At just above her hipbones was a black suspender belt, which had her black nylons’ still attached. Her ankles where tied together to protect her modesty, since her black panties where on the stool on top of her other clothes. Her shoes had been removed. The grey of the leather padded dressing table beneath her and the framing of her delicious bottom with the black of the suspenders and stocking made her snow white bottom just leap out at you. It was lovely and round. It had no soft padding on it senior staff was very slim, mainly skin and bones.

“Well don’t just stand there, untie me” she commanded. I undid first her left wrist then her right wrist. She pulled her arms down to further conceal the sides of her breasts. I could only see the squashed sides of her breasts but I could tell they where firm, very small, but just right for her. I now went and untied her ankles and she just lay there. “Well, what you waiting for, shows over, you can go”, she said in her senior staff-nurse tone. I smiled and took one last slightly lingering look at her gorgeous orbs committing it to memory, to forget of course, there most be something, in order to forget.

We dealt with the lunches, and post lunch toileting, the early afternoon rounds, and then visitors. Sister had me run a few errands and then said I was down to have afternoon break with senior staff-nurse. I said, okay and asked where she was. Sister feigned looking around the ward to see staff, then said, “I think she’s in the observation ward. There’s something on my desk for her”. I walked to sister’s office. Neatly folded on her desk was staff’s uniform dress. I smiled to myself and thought that senior staff was must unfortunate to be stripped twice in one day. I picked it up and a little trembling in anticipation of what I was going to fined walked out of sisters office and down to the nurses point and the observation ward.

The observation ward was a side room located next to the nurses’ station. It had a window in the wall between it and the nurses’ station so nurses at the station could see in. The curtain was always drawn and I couldn’t remember it ever being used when I was there. At the door I tried to peer past the drawn curtains over the porthole windows but couldn’t really see anything. I pushed open the door slowly making sure no visitor was looking.

“God, Not you again. I hope you’ve got your bloody eyes closed” senior staff said.

“It would be very difficult for me to rescue you if I had” I said.

“Who said I needed rescuing” senior staff said.

“Okay, fine, I’ll go then” I said.

“You bloody dare Frank, just get me undone” senior staff said.

All the while this exchange was going on I’d been stood just inside the door looking at her effectively naked body. Her breasts seemed smaller in the flesh than when she was dressed. I reason the use of a padded support bra. Then I noticed it on the floor almost under the chair. Her pink nipples had been prominent but had filled somewhat with my presence. Her dark brown bush was perhaps in need of a trim. But her pussy was well, on fire, and I swear I could feel the heat. The girls had stripped her as before, everything, but her suspender belt and stocking. This time though she’d been tied to the bed on her back spread-eagled. Nothing was left to my imagination; I certainly would now have an image to cultivate.

I walked to the nearside head of the bed. “You are suppose to be looking at my bonds not…what are you looking at with that smile” senior staff said. I just beamed more and said nothing. Her first hand undone she used it to attempt to cover her pubic area. I then walked to the foot of the bed and undid her left ankle. I was surprised that she didn’t move her leg to close her private display. I then undid her other ankle and she closed her legs slightly but not completely. Her hand covered her pussy, but she kept moving it to reveal glimpses of it. I also thought it was strange that she didn’t use her free hand to untie her other arm and thus be able to cover herself more easily and quickly. She lay there on display until I undid her final restraint.

“Thanks” senior staff said and pulled herself up into a sitting position. “Where’s my dress, do you know?” she asked commandingly. “Yeah its here” I said turning away to reach it off the chair I’d set it down on, on entering the room. “I brought it with me” I finished.

I heard staff rise off the bed and make contact with the floor. “Have you seen… Oh I’ve got…. oh, it’s my bra” staff said. I turned back with her dress and she was straightening up her bent body. I could once again see her full-frontal nude. She seemed not to mind. “You could turn your back, while I dress” she said. “Sorry” I said and turned my back to her. I heard the bra being put on. “Would you do me up please’ she said. “You told me not to look,” I said. “Well you can now just forget what you’ve saw, right?” “Yeah, all forgotten” I said turning back around to see that she was back to me bare bottom on show bra strap hanging loose to be fastened. I reached out having stepped closer and fastened the bra. “Thanks” staff said and turned around again affording me one last look at her pubic bush and very swollen pussy. “Where’s my knickers?” she asked. I looked around, “Oh there, by the side of the locker” I said pointing. Staff turned her back to me and legs slightly parted bent down, “I shouldn’t have done this, should I” she said. “No, you certainly shouldn’t have” I said. “I’ll want a certificate to prove you’ve wiped your memory” staff said and we both laughed as she stood up and the lovely sight of her swollen ruby red pussy, lips bursting open disappeared.

She turned again and rested herself against the bed so I was looking from the side; I shifted position to lean on the wall opposite her so that I could clearly see her bush. She parted her legs, stepped into the knickers and slowly pulled them up. I held out her dress, and see moved forward and reached out for it, at the same time moving her shoes around on the floor so to be able to slip back into them, and had them seemingly the wrong way around. She opened the dress and step in. She slipped her arms in as she pulled the dress up her body, and then turned so I could do her zip. As I did she stepped into her shoes, now the right way around. She then crossed to the locker where her belt, and hat was, along with other bits and pieces. She completed the transformation back to being a staff-nurse, a senior one at that. It was hard to believe that just five minutes earlier she was at my mercy, spread-eagled, effectively naked, bound to a bed. Life is good!

“Sister said we can go for our break together,” I said. “Fine, but you breath a word to any porter about what you’ve seen and your dead” she said. “I thought you said, I should forget, I’d have to remember to talk to someone,” I said. “Your learning?” she said. I opened the door and she took my elbow and looked to say close the door a bit that I did. “Do you think I’ve got a good figure”? She asked. “Yes, very nice” I said. “How does my bottom fair then?” she asked. “Oh I like all bottoms each as its own beauty, and the one I’m looking at (I purposefully looked at her bottom) is always the best”. “Sister is right, you are a smoothy, Frank Whitaker”.

We walked off chatting about some very incidental topic, which I can’t remember as if nothing in the world had just happened. We had our break and then return releasing the late shift before we went off home.