The Ship Builder’s Tales – (The Younger SEN Streaking and Washing Inside Out) by George

It was a long time before there was another major incident. If the punishment shower of the older SEN had caused me to be confused as to the motivation for these acts, the next incident involving the younger SEN was to perturb me deeply. But I’m getting a head of myself.

When the older SEN return from off duty it was as if that terrible night never happened. She was just her usual self with me. There were two smaller incidents, which I will write about later. One of these involved sister, which led one late shift as we were drinking a mug of tea at the nurses’ station to the following conversation and revelations.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you the other day when I…. rewarded your kindness” sister said. I did blush a little at that point, which was more than I did a few days earlier when she was locked out of her locker and as a reward for popping the lock stripped to her underwear for me. There had been a prior incident of her being locked out of her locker were when I came to her rescue she was stood in the female locker room in just black underwear, which I will as I say write about later. “I’m getting use to your little jokes on each other” I said.

“There not always jokes,” she said. “Yes, I’m learning that too”. “How did the bathing tradition get started?” I asked. “It’s always been this wards tradition, even when I was a student nurse” sister said. “The bath seems tame compared to some of the things that the students say they have had done to them or seen” I said.

“When your young I think your more adventurous” sister said. From where, I don’t know, for it was not like me to be so personal I said, “So were you adventurous when you were younger sister”. Sister smiled and drank from her cup.

“Well I’ll have to get to know you a lot better before I start to give you the details but yes” she said. I smiled. It fell quiet. “Did anyone tell you about my 45th birthday bath” sister said. A bit shyly I said, “Yes, but I think they over cooked the goose” she looked unsure what I meant, “Gilded the Lilly” I said. “What did they say?” she asked. I blushed at the thought of repeating any of it.

“Well Frank let me tell you the truth. They grabbed me in the bottom sluice and stripped me of every bit of clothing. They held me down completely naked, spread-eagled, then do you know what they did Frank” she paused to look at me. I was feeling hot under the collar to say the least and knowing what was coming next, I felt a stirring down below. “They said they removed something,” I said trying to be diplomatic. “But Frank, I’ve just said I was completely naked, what else was there for them to remove” sister said. I was now swallowing hard, I knew full well, she knew I knew but she was determined to embarrass me by having me say it. “They shaved you,” I said. She smiled with a little laugh, “That’s right Frank they lathered up my little pubic hair patch and most of my fanny in the process. They then got one of our surgical razors and shaved be bear” she paused and drank from her cup. After a pause, “Do you know what they did next Frank” she said. I felt on safer ground here knowing what came next. “They dunked you in the bath” I said. Sister did not respond but sipped her tea. We sat in silence until she’d finished it. She stood and walked to the stations door, as she passed me she ran her palms down my cheeks, “Very smooth Frank. You’re a dab hand with the razor yourself I see” she said, then leaning against the door frame one arm and leg either said of it looking somewhat seductive she said, “No Frank they turned me over and washed my insides out first” and with that she disappeared off down the ward.

I didn’t get the chance to confirm positively that what sister meant was that she’d been given an enema but I was sure that’s what she meant.

A week or so later we had an outbreak of diarrhoea on the ward and consequently had a lot of soiled linen. Myself and Hattie the blanket-bathed auxiliary where busy safely bagging soiled bed linen and tagging patients soiled personal clothing, and writing out the unusually long laundry order. Hattie bent down and suddenly exclaimed, “OH!” then sorted a laugh. “What’s up?” I enquired. Hattie rose up and said, “My bra’s just come undone be a love and fasten it for me” she turned back to me. I could see through her dress the two detached ends of the bra. I tried to fasten it through the dress but every time I tried the clasp flung open, mainly due to the fact that after the first attempt Hattie could hardly stop herself from laughing. “I think you’ll have to undo my zip” Hattie said. I reached for the zip to pull it down and Hattie momentarily stopped me going any further by say, “Just pull the zip down I’m not due to show you my birthday suite again for a while” we both chuckled.

I undid the zip and asked Hattie, “You’ve been here a long while haven’t you Hattie”. “Since I was born,” she said jokingly. “Has there always been…eh…birthday baths?” I asked. “I started here when I was 22 after my second son was born and we needed the extra money.” “You’ve never fancied training as a nurse?” I asked. “All that writing not my thing” Hattie said. I finished pulling the zip up after fastening the bra which was white. “Were the baths going before you started then?” I asked. “Oh, no, I was dunked in the bath in my undies as my initiation but birthday baths didn’t start until, well I was 26 when I had my first”. “Gosh, so you must have had what 25” I said. “Not quite that many, some years I was on holiday or perhaps sick, and we had a sister for a while who didn’t like traditions so you only got one if you were on and she were off on your birthday. I’d say my score would be 18 or there about” Hattie said. “So how did they get started?” I asked. “Well we had this really old fashioned sister in those days the kind that could remember when you could wallop student nurses and auxiliary nurses bottoms. We had this student who was going on about being stripped to her undies and dumped in the bath. She was the type like Vicky who likes it in that crazy way. It was her birthday whilst she was on the ward and sister just said grab her she’s going in the bath. We grabbed her and carried her to the bathroom and sister said right birthday bath, birthday suit bath and that was it, she was stripped and dunked. One at a time after that we all ended up stripped naked and dunked on our birthdays. Eventually the cake thing got invented. Then the thing were if you’ve a zero in your age you get a shave, then the shave and enema if you have a 5, heaven help you if you turn 50 on this ward.” I interjected, “What you get a shave and a shave and enema?” “Very flip, no much worse,” I thought “You where 50 two birthday’s ago” I said. She nodded, “And there’s no way I’m telling you, and I’ve told the others if they do, they’ll get all the birthdays at once” we both laughed.

We collected the money for Alison’s birthday present. The younger SEN was 31 coming up 32. The reason for referring to her as younger wasn’t because of the chronological age difference between her and the older SEN. The younger referred to the fact that she looked very much younger than the other SEN and very much younger than 31. In fact she looked much younger than senior staff and originally I put her age at just a little older than the young auxiliary who I thought was 19. She was blonde, natural blonde I was sure but until her birthday could only be 99% sure. She had a pageboy cut; she was about 5 ft 4 inches. Her complexion was rosy, that is her cheeks where always rosy and the tip of her nose was always rosy. She had ample breasts not over sized but ample. They always looked too much to be contained by her bra or dress. She had a slim waist and good firm hips. Her slender legs looked doll like on the rest of her. In fact that’s what I use to call her playfully Doll because he looked like a little Barbie. She was married but from some comments I thought unhappily. We were assigned to be partners that day.

I walked into the laundry store and she was trying to reach for some counterpanes that someone had place up on the high shelf. “Here let me?” I said. I reached up for them and as I pulled them down I looked down at her, she was stood smiling up at me with the funniest expression on her face. “What?” I said. “Oh nothing, I was just amusing myself,” she said. I pecked her on the cheek, “Happy Birthday you can regard that as your treat”. She smiled. “Want anything else?” I said. “Oh can you reach some draw sheets down?” she said. “Sure how many do you need?” “Oh I don’t (then cupping her hands around my left arm) need any but (then running her hands up my arm and pressing herself into me) could you just reach up again,” she said. “I think you’ve started early on the plonk” I said. She smiled. “Well I only think its fair?” she said. “Fair?” I asked. “Yes. Your going to get to see me in the altogether sometime today so I think a little feel of those rippling muscles is a fair price for a girl to ask” she said.

I looked at her and mentally undressed her. “Naughty! Just wait? Never mine undressing me now” she said and I smiled. “You know Frank, you’re a very lovely man, its going to be really embarrassing when they do whatever coming my way to me but I wouldn’t let them in front of any other guy” she said. I smiled. “Well I guess I’ll see you later” I said picking up the lining I came in for not meaning any pun. “I’ll be the naked one if you don’t recognise me at first” she said I chuckled and left.

Sister asked that we make up the side ward for a patient being transferred from casualty who needs care until arrangements could be made for community care. Alison came with me to help. “What do you think of our little games?” Alison asked. “God, don’t ask that, I’m still trying to answer that for myself” I said. “Well what do you think when you see us naked?” she enquired making me feel very uncomfortable. “I try not to think,” I said trying to find someway to avoid the answer. “Oh are you shy Frank, do you want to run and hide?” she said. “No but its kind of embarrassing, well I feel more embarrassed for you girls, to be paraded like that” I said trying to say the right thing I didn’t want to freak her out like she was me by saying, “Well besides the slight guilty feeling I just think wow what a great body”. “Do you like looking at naked woman Frank?” she asked. I was now really getting hot and bothered under the collar. “What man doesn’t?’ I said with bravado hoping that would suffice and get me off the hook. “You know Frank you could look at me naked anytime” and to empathise what she had just said she did that Marilynn Monroe thing of pouting her lips, wiggling her hips and running her hands down her body, then topped it off with a kiss. See saw my discomfort and laughed throwing her head back, “You are shy you big wuss” she said. I blushed and said nothing. We carried on for a moment in silence. “So what bit of me are you must looking forward to seeing?” she said. I shook my head in mock disgrace of her. “Well?” she said obviously wanting an answer. I was still silent. “I bet its this,” she said turning around and wiggling her bottom at me, “Sister says you’re a definite bum man”. We finished up and split up to do other duties.

Sister asked me to tidy the day room. I always did this every day without being asked. Since the patients where in bed and it was an hour and a half before the night staff came on I thought this is it whatever’s going to happen its now. I was surprised then when just after I started Alison appeared fully dressed. “What’s up, you thought I’d be naked next time you saw me?” she said. “Ah no” I said trying to hide my obvious disappointment and the true answer, “Liar, liar pants on fire,” she said. We both laughed. We got busy straightening up the room. “Are you happily married Frank?” she asked out of the silence of the blue. “Ah, I think so” I said. “Liar, a man who only thinks so, is half way out of the door”. She said. “What about you?” I said trying to turn tables in the hope that she would drop this uncomfortable topic for me. My wife and I now had separate rooms, she believing that if I wasn’t actually sleeping with every nurse in the hospital I was thinking about it. “No Frank I’m not, not every man is as nice as you,” she said. “I have my faults,” I said trying to put her off her line of questioning. She’d joked on a few times over the months about ditching her hubby and marrying me, but this seemed more serious. “Yeah, Frank like what?” she said. I tried desperately to think of a fault. She walked closer to me. “Frank, seriously, I do, well, I do like you,” she said. I smiled and could not lie to her. “Ally I’m happily…. Well I’m married, and as much as I do like you and respect you, I could never” I said. “Me neither Frank, but I just wanted you to know that when I’m stripped screaming the place down and you’ve seen everything. And Frank (she looked up into my eyes and held me at my elbows) you are going to see everything because I think I know what they are going to make me do. I want… (Bowing her head) Hope that you’d still respect me tomorrow and not think I’m some whore. We none of us that, you do know that, don’t you Frank.” What could I say, the only thing I could think of doing was, and then I did it. I kissed her. Not on the cheek but full on the lips. She kissed back. Then we parted. She looked up into my eyes then past me. “God Frank their coming for me now” she said. I turned slightly and looked over my shoulder down the ward, sister and the younger auxiliary where flanked by the two students.

The younger SEN and I turned to face the posse. Alison backed her back into me and I held her lightly at her shoulders. Sister and the posse entered. I noticed immediately the bath towel over the young auxiliary’s arm. “OH Frank tell them to leave me alone,” Alison said. “I don’t think he’s going to save you from a stripping is he” sister said. Alison pushed away from me slightly and turned her head back and up, her face looking into my face. I smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry I’ll still respect you in the morning” I said. She screwed up her face in a mock annoyance of me.

“Well is it easy or hard” sister said. “I’m not doing obs’ tradition” Alison said looking at the blanket. Obstetrics had a tradition that on your ward birthday (the day you started on the ward anniversary) you had to do a streak. Most times it was done wearing something, bikini, swimsuit, just a towel that either did or did not cover much, a nightdress, or sexy underwear, occasionally topless, and very occasional nothing. “No darling your doing obs, gyno, med, and ours” sister said. “Please you can’t have me do all of them,” Alison said sticking her head slightly forward in disbelief. “Well you wanted to tell Frank all about them the other week” sister said. “You stopped me,” Alison said. “Yes, I know, I thought it would be far easier and quicker for you to show him” they all laughed including Alison.

There was a pregnant pause. Then I sensed a little movement of Alison’s body; there was a flash of recognition in the student nurse to the right eyes. Alison suddenly darted away from me heading to the fire escape behind and to the left of us. Although the other student nurse was taken by surprise the first who’d saw the little movement I’d felt was away after Alison at the same instant she broke from me. Alison went around the right side of the table that was to our left, the student just brushed past me going around the left side, which gave her a more direct and clearer path to the fire escape. She easily caught up to the younger SEN and grabbed her belt; although Alison released this to escape it had slowed her down just enough for the other student to catch up, supported by the young auxiliary. They were each now able to take a good hold of the younger SEN and even though see struggled to free herself, and squealed between giggles, they where able to drag her back to the central clear area where I and sister stood. Alison had dug her heels in as best she could but on a plastic tiled floor in shoes it did not appreciable stop her being dragged.

They wrestled her to the ground, the student nurses pinned her arms and shoulders to the ground and Jane the auxiliary pinned her ankles. Alison thrashed about a bit. Sister bent down and picked up the bath towel. “She’ll look great in this Frank once you’ve stripped her” the younger SEN’s face changed as she registered what sister had just said. I to now began to tremble, she couldn’t really expect me to strip this helpless woman, oh, I thought this would be the one that screams the place down and has me arrested. So much for respecting her in the morning I was having difficulty deciding whether or not to respect her here and now. “Don’t look so surprised Frank. Ally’s been saying for months how much she’d like you to rip her clothes off. Well we thought since it’s her birthday and we couldn’t think of anything else to get her we’d grant her, her wish.” “NO sister please no, being seen one thing but being stripped is another” the SEN said. “Oh I know darling, you can tell us all about it. Frank strip her stark bullock naked” sister said.

I nervously looked around for somewhere to hide until this was over, Alison looked up at me with her doey eyes with the most peculiar expression on her face. “Well” said sister “Get on with it” I looked from sister to the younger SEN then smiled at her. She read me well, “OH no Frank not you, surely not you too” she said. I bent down on my knees and to calm my jittering body I started by undoing her shoelaces and taking off her shoes. She kicked and bucked like mad. The auxiliary had to sit across her legs at the finish to prevent her kicking one of us in the face. I took her shoes off to leave her in her stocking feet; I suspected that since she wore green nylon like most of the SENs these would be tights rather than stockings. I now went to her head and unpinned her cap; this was to be the last year the girls wore their caps. Aprons and cuffs had gone a year or two earlier to do with saving costs. The way was now clear for the dress, I was wondering if my trembling hands could manage the zip.

“Lets have her up for Frank to do her zip” sister said. The students pulled her up off the floor and I moved around them by shuffling on my knees. I took hold of the zip, Alison was trying desperately to rock forward then back to break my hold on the zip, sister approached and provided extra pinning to her shoulders to stop her moving which made my task much easier. I pulled the zip down slowly wanting to savour the moment if it was to be my last. With the students holding her so tightly the dress was already quite tort so the edge of the dress sprung wide open revealing the pale blue bra beneath it. I hadn’t expected that, then again I hadn’t really wondered much about what underwear lay beneath. The students laid her back down and moved their hands inside her dress at the shoulders, this moved the dress out of the way so that I could see her bra straps. I was now able to push the dress down off her shoulders. “Please Frank, don’t please,” she was repeating over and over between her giggles and frantic wrestling. She was getting quite breathless with the struggle. I now shuffle my way back around the student nurse to be looking up her body towards her head; I was knelt about waist level. I took hold of the dress and pulled it down off her chest and at the same time down her arms as far as I could before the arms of the students holding her down stopped me. The pale blue bra now came completely into show. It was a lovely sexy number. It was lacy, with a very open weave at the top and a fuller less see-through weave at the bottom. It sadly covered her nipples concealing their colour but being a thin delicate lace not their erect state. I could see the cream white of her upper breasts clearly.

The students took their hands off the younger SEN’s shoulders and placed them on her lower arm to keep her pinned down but above the dress, so that when they removed their hands at her wrist were they where I was able to pull the dress clear. I now took hold of it at the waist; I could see the band of her green tights now. I began to pull the dress down and it crackled across the nylon of the tights as I did. I pushed it past her hips, then Alison stop her struggling briefly to raise herself up to allow me to push the dress down past her bottom then once it was free she started her struggling again. It was so funny it jarred in my mind. She stopped to help! The young auxiliary was still sitting across her legs so I could only get the dress down to her knees. Sister came and pressed down on Alison’s knees and the auxiliary released her lower legs then turned and pulled the dress off.

The SEN was lying there in pale blue, very sexy, bra and schoolgirl’s green tights. It was a bit of a sight. I now turned my attention to the tights. Alison had been taking a breather resigned to the fact that her dress was lost. She looked up at me mournfully and slowly shook her head I nodded mine in return. “I’ll get all of you for this” she said, I wasn’t sure who the “all” were. I reached for the waistband of her tights; Alison took a deep breath in but remained eyes open and fixed on me. Then through her held breath, “Just you dare get my panties as well,” she said. I had no intention of doing that, why, well because I’d already rather shamefully thought that their might be a pale blue pair under her tights just every bit as sexy as her bra and I really wanted to see the full effect. I gently lifted the nylon clear of her body. I was right, there was a lovely sexy pair of pale blue panties. I could already tell that I could see wisps of her blonde bush through the open mesh weave of the lace. I pulled the nylon down at the front, and once more she raised her bum off the floor and the nylon snapped from under her. She seemed not to resist the removal of the tights. She seemed now ready to be stripped.

How wrong I was. “Right get her up” sister said. Alison sprung to life; she took the student nurse to her right by surprise knocking her off her knees. Her hand loosened its grip of the SENs arm and before I knew it her arm was across her chest, “NO way, you can’t sister not my undies as well” Alison said shaking her head at the same time mouth wide open. The student nurse regained her grip and stance and pulled Alison’s arm back to the floor revealing her wonderful bra-clad breasts once more. “You know full well you are going to end up naked, so why complain” sister said. “Yes, but, I didn’t agree to being stripped by him” Alison said. “Tuff, I’m sure you will all reek your revenge on me for my inventiveness’ sister said. “NO, NO, you can’t” the SEN said through her laughter. “Lift her up time to get your boobs out for the boys” sister said. “Well more like for one man” the auxiliary said they all laughed. “That’s not at all helpful” Alison said. “Please don’t, oh nuts to you all” she went on to say as the students lifted her into a sitting position with sister’s help. Before I could move around to her back to undo the clasp sister said, “Surprise!” and with lighting speed grabbed her bra from underneath and pulled it up off her breasts and they burst out into view and wobbled uncontrollably. Alison screamed. I do mean screamed. Then powerfully bent her upper body over in an attempt to conceal her now naked breasts. “What did you do that for?” Alison snapped. “Oh sorry I thought you said you didn’t want Frank to strip you. Here you are” and with that she pushed the bra back down over her breasts. I’d seen everything, they where like little white icebergs pointed and hard, but a good-sized iceberg. They where topped with pink rose bud nipples. Delicious I thought, like ice cream with a cherry on top. I couldn’t wait for desert I thought then realising what I was thinking coughed. Sister thought I was coughing because she’d taken over the undressing, “Oh, yes, sorry Frank the honours are yours, bra and panties”.

I now moved around the younger SENs back and undid the bra clasp, see was struggling as with the dress but once I’d got hold of both sides of the back strap she could twist as much as she liked her bra was coming off. The clasp undone the students returned her to the floor, it was a easy matter to pull the bra off her breasts again, revealing once more the marvellous sight. The students obliged by helping with the final removal and Alison lay there topless, motionless, looking like a pussycat with all the cream. Her expression changed. She shook her head slowly. We were both thinking the same thing. “I hope you rot in hell Frank Whitaker,” she said. I smiled, and taking hold of her panties, eyes on were I expected my next treat to come from said, “I’ll use these to mop my brow” and simultaneously pulled her panties straight down over her hips, and from under her bottom to mid thigh. Her blonde well trimmed pubic patch came swiftly into view, The rosy red lips of her pussy where pouting, her clitoris had come out from under its hood. “OH sister, this is so awful, he can see everything” Alison said moaning, as if, well she could possibly be, you know what?’ Alison was now easily relieved of her panties to be laying their naked. “Right” said sister “Now for her Frankie”.

Alison woke up at the mention of a Frankie, there was a delay in Alison’s reaction enough that sister had grabbed one ankle and the auxiliary the other. The students pulled her arms out to the side as sister and Aux pulled her legs wide apart. I thought they where going to lift her as they normally did but no they just contented themselves with puling her spread-eagled on the floor. “Alison screamed, and screamed again. They just held her there like that. Everything was on show. Her breasts wobbled. Her pussy was glistening. I was very hard and really feeling guilty and sorry for her. Then at the same time I wondered what it would be like making love to such an athletic, smooth, and young firm body. “Tell us when you’ve had enough Frank and we can get on with her streak” sister said. That gave me a terrible dilemma; I was torn between wanting to feast upon her and wondering about the streak. I could tell that she wasn’t keen on the streak and so I felt in someway to be responsible for her fate, and therefore wanted to delay her fate. “I’ve seen enough for now,” I said then feeling a blush when I realised what I’d said. For now, for I was going to see much more I felt shortly.

“Okay let her up” sister said. They all let go of Alison and she curled herself up into a ball. She’d turned away from me to reveal her naked bum. It was tort with her knees up and back arched. The rose bud anus could clearly be seen. I looked away briefly thinking that perhaps she hadn’t intended that. Her temporary sanctuary didn’t last long as the student nurses pulled her up off the floor by her arms. This once more revealed to me her breasts, which once more reacted to the exertion, and her pubic patch and pussy lips. She tried to twist free which showed that her petite and firm bottom was capable of unintentional movement, which delighted me. I particularly noticed that her nipples had turned more ruby red than rose with her obvious excitement at being nude. She was not looking away but right at me wanting to see my reaction to her state. She was looking in completely the wrong place.

“Here” said sister reacting out to the SEN with the towel in her hand. The younger SEN took it; it fell open of its own accord. It was a smallish bath towel. The SEN wrapped it around her body but it caused her a problem. It just to say covered her breasts and the upper half of her public patch. She adjusted it but now it covered her patch but had to be held awkwardly to cover the lower portion of her breasts, the upper portion being bunched to the middle on display. “You can’t make me like this, its not decent” Alison said. They all laughed that of course being the point.

“Please sister I can’t go down the ward like this” Alison said. “Your very right?” sister said. “Please sister, we’ve never allowed such things! A patient might see” Alison said trying desperately to make the towel grow. She was now crunched slightly and lifting and lightly crossing her legs to conceal all. She had achieved her goal but at the expense of looking decidedly very sexy, and turning me very much on. “Well you streaked on the obs ward, didn’t you” sister said. “Never inside… NO, No way, you can’t…. We’re on the first floor,” Alison said feeling quite triumphant that she had found away out. Sister just nodded slowly. Alison shook her head even slower. “But it’s dark” Alison said trying now to desperately find something to bring this ordeal to an end. “You did it twice didn’t you” sister said. Alison just nodded. “What if anything were you wearing?” sister asked. Alison looked at me and now seemed uncomfortable, “Bikini, and a baby doll nighty” Alison said. Aux and the students laughed. I imaging the younger SEN dressed in a bikini then a nighty, sister standing close to her was mentally undressed as well into the bikini I’d saw her in some months ago. “Please, I can’t not like this, not by myself” Alison pleaded. Sister smiled, sensing victory, “Of course not Ally, what do you take me for uncaring. The students here will go with you while we check on the patients. All that screaming might have unsettled a few of them” sister said. The students backed this up by taking hold of Alison at the elbows and gently nudged her towards the fire escape just dressed in the towel. At the escape Ally looked back at me, then at sister. Sister just shooed her away with both hands. The students hit the crash bar and the fire door opened. The cold December air gushed in. Ally flinched with the cold tried to back away but was pushed unceremoniously through the door. She squealed. At the time I thought it was because of the cold but later I found out it was because of the fact that the towel had come loose and was flapping in the breeze, she was stood naked on the fire escape. She realised to late that screaming wasn’t the best option.

“Come on with me” sister said and turned away to walk up the ward. I followed along behind. We left the ward and walked to the pharmacy stairs then down to the lower floor. I first thought that we where walking to some point were we could see poor Alison streaking. I had this image of her desperately fighting to keep the towel on, and keep it covering what it could. Sister instead turned into the gynaecological ward. The sister warmly greeted her, “Ah sister, staff will get you the chair”. The staff nurse moved off to the nurse’s station and returned with a key. “Frank will help you” sister said. I went with the staff nurse to the ballroom as we called it. It was once a theatre but being in an old Victorian red brick building was now of no use. It stood basically empty, devoid of purpose other than to store large bits of equipment occasionally used.

Staff opened the door and put on the light. She walked towards a most odd looking contraption. I will try my best to explain it to you. Imaging a rectangular cubed box made of square steel bars. Each corner had a caster attached to it which allowed the torture table as I found out it was called colloquially to be easily moved. Each caster had a foot pedal brake that prevented it from moving when desired. Attached to the two bars that ran across the top of the metal bar box was a black leather covered thickly padded cushion. Then there was an equally thickly padded black leather backrest. It had a steel bar that kept it propped up. This bar could be moved allowing this cushion to be laid flat with the other one making a table. At what was obviously the foot end the metal box extended past the end of the cushion. There were two squares formed by metal one in each corner. In theses squares was a flat piece of shinny metal which flapped on a centrally located bar. It had a backstop plate. These where meant to take the feet of the person sitting in the chair. There were also two steel tubes to either side of the square with screws protruding. These could be used to take metal bars to hang equipment on, or for a full set of stirrups. Has staff nurse wheeled it out I noticed that the head end of the table was similarly configured. There was also a tube in the centre that could take a bar as well. Staff pushed it into the corridor and I took over the pushing of the table. Sister appeared and looking at her fob said, “Come on Frank I want this in place when Ally gets there”.

We pushed the gynaecological chair back up to our ward via the lift. We took it down to the top ward and into the sluice. Unlike the bottom sluice this sluice had an emergency exit that led out onto a fire escape. Also its doors did not exit onto the ward directly but onto the lower day room and linen closet. Also unlike the bottom sluice it had a shower room and then a walled bathroom with a door rather than a curtain. Sister had me set up the chair in the shower room. I stood with the young auxiliary chatting watching the emergency exit door whilst sister was busy back to us preparing something.

Jane the auxiliary was saying that she would die if she’d had to run around outside half naked. I asked jokingly, “Of cold or embarrassment?” Jane laughed, “I hadn’t thought of how cold it was out there” she said with an involuntary shiver as she thought about it. We speculated on which way around they were bringing poor Alison. The quick way was to go left at the bottom of the fire escape stairs out of the other day room. This would take them immediately down the short end of the building that contained our ward on the first floor and the labour ward below. The labour ward would be fully lit and even at this time of night would have plenty of dads to be and other female members around. Although curtains would be closed there was a very good chance of being seen, many a nurse was over the years. At the end of the building you turned to the left again and now psychiatry faced you. Often patients and relatives would be at the windows smoking. The blackness and dimness of the light would probably conceal you. You then would turn left again parallel with the drive and more or less come up to the front door and then climb the fire escape to the sluice door. We guest that they most have chosen the other way since she’d have arrived by now we thought.

There were two other ways. Both meant turning right at the bottom of the fire escape. Both involved walking along the long side of the ward to the rear doors used by staff to come and go. You could at this point re-enter the building come along the main corridor then out of the front door and up the fire escape. This would have meant bumping into myself and sister so I thought this was very unlikely and once more I felt she would have been back by now. The other route was to continue on past the rear doors around the hub made by outpatients and then wind your way up the long side of obstetrics, around its short end, then back down its long end on the other side. You’d then have to negotiate the back of the nurses changing rooms, shower room, plant room, and gas storage yards. Very dark unless one of the porters was around to switch on the spotlights, perhaps not! You’d then go up the long side of gynaecology around its short end and down the other side of its long end. Here you could once more re-enter the building come along the corridor and up to the front door then out across the drive to the bottom of the fire exit. A long trek made longer by the poor lighting but perhaps running the risk of bumping into sister or myself. No I reason that she’d have been made to carry on past this door up the long side of day surgery then around its short end and down its other long side, around the old theatre suite (ball room) and then up surgery’s long side around its short end down the far side which was over looked by the nursing school and nurses residences around the new theatre suite and the pathology block before terror of terror turning to come along the front of the building.

You have to go down the other surgical wards long side around its short end, which would have you on show to any vehicle coming up the main drive or exiting the visitor’s car park. You’d have to then come along its other long side to the administration block and nurses dinning room and common rooms. You’d then turn down the other gynaecological ward and over spill day ward before rounding its end to be once more fully on show to traffic. You’d then disappear back into the darkness to have to wonder through the kitchen yard. There was bound to be porters and staff still around at this time of night preparing the kitchens ready for breakfast.

There was just then the sound of feet on the metal stairs two pairs of shoed feet. It wasn’t until they reached the very top that you could hear the sound of bare feet pitter-patter. The sound of the girls giggling at the top was interrupted by one of the students banging on the door rather loudly and calling out, “Let us in its freezing”. If they where cold fully dressed I was concerned for Alison’s wellbeing. Sister signalled to the auxiliary to push open the door. Has she moved to do so Alison’s voice cried out? It was an indistinguishable sound of anguish. “Sorry Ally sister’s orders” one of the students said. The auxiliary pushed the bar and pushed open the fire door. The light flooded out. I was positioned to the side so couldn’t see what Aux and sister could see but it shocked aux and amused sister. Alison was pushed into the sluice, naked. She was trying her best to cover her breasts and pubic area. The students followed her in, the taller one holding the recently removed towel. The door was closed behind them removing the chill from the room.

The SEN stood there. How can I do justice to the sight before me. Her cream white skin was now near porcelain white with the cold. Little blue veins could be faintly seen running crisscross over her body. Her cheeks were much rosier, along with her nose tip and earlobes. Her feet must have been dumb blocks of ice. I felt that this was more punishment than fun, quite cruel. Now in the warmth she was drawing breath deeply, I remembered that pained expression from the shipyards. Often some one would fall into the river and have to be pulled out. If you brought them into a too warm room immediately they would seize up in pain. Their muscles would scream out and their skin would burn as if acid had been poured on it. I knew it was this cruel torture that was now engulfing the hapless SEN.

“Hands on head nurse let Frank here have a good look” sister said. Alison had really opened her eyes until that point. The bright lights of the sluice had blinded her after the darkness. She now turned and looked at me. Then a strange thing took place. She turned to face me full on. She slowly with some pain because her muscles were cramped with the cold, raised her arms onto her head and showed me just how devastating the cold had been. Her nipples were red sore and shrivelled, but now responded causing her pain. Her pussy was dry, chapped inside thighs, but once more responding. I was surprised that after this treatment she could be turned on. But she clearly was. “Turn slowly” sister said, then after a short pause and the beginning of Alison’s turn, “Remember Frank’s a bum man. Aren’t you Frank”?

I did not reply as Alison slowly turned around and revealed her rosy pink bum cheeks. The cold had made its mark their too. Light blue veins crisscrossed it. Alison slowly completed her turns. “Well I’d bet you’d like a warm shower’ sister said. “You bet… I… I would” Alison said with a cold chatter in her voice. Sister instructed the two students to take her to the shower room. Aux walked behind them and I behind Aux. “NO!” Alison screamed as she was turned into the shower room. She had obviously seen the torture table. She tried to pull away from the students but they had tight hold of her and the cold, with sudden re-heat had sapped her muscles ability to fight.

“Sister no please, I’ve done a OBS. Just let Frank bath me and be done, please!” Alison pleaded out of my sight in the shower room. I heard as I approached the sound of a body being bumped up against the table and then the sound of skin being drag across leather. The Aux had entered just a head of me and was now assisting with Alison’s restraint. Alison was trying to struggle forwards down the table to my amusement and delight. The action of her legs opening and closing was giving me some very interesting views of her pussy which I was sure if she had know about she’d stop her struggling. The Aux was trying to tie her left wrist to the table at the bar where the table hinged to make a chair. “Well what a show Frank” sister said entering the shower room carrying a tray. The sight of the tray gave Alison a second wind as she tried harder to escape. I was beginning to think that what was about to befall Alison was something she truly wanted to avoid. Sister but the tray down and walked around the head of the table and began to secure Alison’s other wrist. This was made much easier than the Aux’s efforts because the Aux had nearly accomplished her task and Alison’s concentration was now split. Soon she was firmly fastened to the table in a sitting position her firm breasts just wobbling like little jellies. Her nipples were once more erect. The cold had ensured that they had an extra pinkness. The students now moved to Alison’s ankles she began to struggle again as they attempted to place them in the foot wells. Sister and Aux assisted and after a fight had managed to secure her right leg in place. Unfortunately whilst this struggle was going on sister was in my line of sight so it wasn’t until she moved to concentrate on securing the left leg that I got my first really good look at Alison’s chilled pussy? It was showing signs of arousal and warming. The Aux now moved around to help sister securer the left leg, unlike sister she didn’t lean over the table, so I was treated to a unconcealed view of Alison’s pussy and pubic hair. Once she was secured sister turned away and walked to where she’d put the tray down and picked it up. She came back to the table and stood at the side holding the tray clearly in Alison’s view.

Alison looked down at the tray in terror the small jug of boiling water, the bristle hair brush, the surgically sharp razor, the bowl of warm water, the dish with soap, and the little cloth. We used special soap with patients, but not when nurses were being shaved. We used large cleaning block soap. This caused the shaved area to be irritated for days. It made wearing underwear and the like very uncomfortable. “NO! Please sister no. Not in front of Frank. We only ever let porters see on leaving duo’s” Alison said. “Frank is one of us, he’s seen plenty of patients shaved so why not you” sister said. “I’ll make you pay for this!” Alison said. “No doubt you will” sister said. “Well get it over with so I can have my bath and go” Alison said. I was forgetting that we’d not even got to our wards tradition let.

“Certainly! Frank here you are?” sister said passing the tray over to the end of the table where I was stood looking or more feasting on the naked body in front of me. I’d seen it so naked for so long now that I’d rather well stopped feeling any guilt at looking. I was just intrigued by its warming effect. The subtle changes in colour as it warmed. I was shaken from my slumberous indifference as the tray was turned to me. I suddenly was quite shaky at the thought that sister wanted me to shave my colleague. I was sure now the screams of rape would start. “NO! NO! Sister we never ever let porters shave us, never” Alison protested. “Please girls” looking around at the students and Aux for support. “Sister only nurses are allowed to shave we never let doctors or porters do it” the younger student said. “That’s right. Only nurses can shave a nurse” sister said. Alison cottoned on quicker than the others, “Oh, no, sister no. PLEASE! No!” Alison said. The others looked at sister. “Auxiliary Nurse Whitaker. Do your duty please” sister said forcing the tray against my stomach and making me instinctively take hold of it. “I hope you’ve got bloody warm hands Frank Whitaker” Alison said. “Don’t worry Ally, at least you know he’s more experienced than any of us’ sister said running her palms down my cheeks.

“Right Frank. Start my dipping the cloth in the bowl and washing the area with warm water” sister said. I did as requested and dipped the cloth in the warm water. Alison never once took her eyes of my hand and watched its approach to her body. She looked at sister, I think, expecting that it would now be brought to an end and she’d be saved rather than shaved. But know I made contact with her body at her clitoris, this was not intentional, it was that that bit seemed more prominent. Alison withered at the touch, a mix of warmth against still chilled skin, and the knowledge that it was a male hand guiding the cloth. I gently thoroughly washed the area watching Alison close her eyes and drift off somewhere in pleasure.

“Right Frank, dip the brush in the boiling water and the run it around the bar of soap” sister said. I took the brush and dipped it. I then lathered the soap well knowing the need to lubricate the skin well to have an irritation free shave. I touched Alison’s clitoris with the tip and she bucked. Sister smiled at me. “Don’t worry Frank, she’s going to wank on this for weeks” the Aux and students gasped at sisters comment, Alison open her eyes and looked painfully at me, not physical pain but psychological pain. I could tell what was on her mind now that sister had completely stripped her. “Would I respect her”? How could I not respect this beautiful woman? I felt strangely that this performance was for my benefit, not just hers, that she was showing me everything, no, that she was offering me everything and I was finding it strangely hard to resist the temptation growing in my trousers. I finished coating her pubic hair and pussy with soap. I reached for the razor.

“Be gentle Frank a woman’s’ parts are more sensitive than your face” sister said. I placed my hand above Alison’s pubic hair and pulled her abdomen taught. Alison whimpered a little, opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled and said to laughter, “Et, Tu Frankie” “Sorry love, duty is duty,” I said. “Well I’m sorry it’s such an unpleasant one for you” Alison said with the other four in tears with laughter. “Just wait until you turn 18 in January you’ll be minus yours” the comment was aimed at the young auxiliary nurse. Who looked at me uncomfortably and blushed. I wondered?

My first stroke went straight down the middle to the tip of her pussy. The blonde hair was thin and light so posed no obstacle to the blade. The slight bristle scraping noise was the only protested. I now moved to the left side and removed another razor width track to where the angle of the leg made the gap between the tender lips and legs to small for the razor. Alison voluntarily moved her legs further open. She looked up at the student nurses, “Well he’s seen all of it now, and seems hardly worth the effort”. I finished the stroke to the bottom. Then I removed the small remain strip of hair on her abdomen to the left. I then re-soaked the razor in the boiling water to release the trapped hairs and soap. I now re-tensioned her abdomen with my hand and shaved the right of the midline. Once more with Aux pulling on one knee and sister the other they parted her legs. I completed the next strip and was looking now at a completely shaved pubic area. Sister said, “Trim the lose stuff at the bottom, it’s a killer if you leave that on” Alison shifted her bottom so that I could tidy up the lower part of her pussy hair to be fully shorn.

“Well what do you think then Frankie. Would you like to be let lose on Jane’s pubes” sister said. I blushed being once more uncomfortable with her boldness. “Or perhaps mine” she said. I was very uncomfortable at that comment. “Well what’s next?” sister said.

“Please sister I’m cold, and humiliated enough, not meds, please” Alison said. “Well Frank should we let her off now and give her, her bath or do meds on her. You know what meds is don’t you?” sister said moving from looking at the younger SEN to me as she spoke. “I think we should just bath her,” I said feeling that Alison had suffered enough. “Okay, I’ll let her off for you Frank because you’re such a nice guy. But first Frank what is meds tradition?” sister said. I was now feeling a little embarrassed again and somewhat guilty. I felt that having to say it in front of this poor shaved naked nurse would be as if she’d had it done to her. “They…well…they…either give them enemas or catheterise them” I said. “Then what Frank?” Sister asked. “I…well...that is…they spank them” I said. “Mostly Frank they just spank them naked, in the bath or over a bed. But yes Frank sometimes they get there bums washed out and there bladders emptied” sister said. “Shall we untie her now sister” the student asked. “Yes, you go and top the bath up” sister said to one then to the other.

They untied Alison and she was helped to straighten her legs. Sister told her that if she tried to cover anything that she’d get the meds, then looking at me winked. Alison was helped off the table and walked without any restraint into the bathroom. She was moving to get in when sister said ‘just a minute’. I was instructed to get my apron on and prepare to wash Alison. Alison was stood just inside the door completely naked uncovered. Her breasts had now warmed and where all more pink than white, her shaven pubes had a whiteness from not being exposed to the air in a while. “Right Frankie her in” sister said. The students grabbed Alison’s arms and Aux and sister went for ankles. His took Alison by surprise. “NO! NO! Sister, hasn’t he seen me enough” Alison called out as she was unceremoniously lifted off the floor and walked over the bath then lowered in.

“Okay Frank give her a good scrub she’s been wanting this for weeks” sister said. I plunged the sponge down in to the water that to me was just warm rather than hot. Alison looked and smiled. She shook her head then smiled again as she lay back against the back of the bath giving me full access to her naked breasts. “Give her cute little tities a good wash then Frank” sister said. I lathered the sponge and made contact with her breasts. She arched her back thrusting her chest forward to meet me. She then settled back now and without any reluctance she let me wash her body fully. I first completed her breasts then her abdomen. She then sat forward and let me wash her back. The girls now began to sing “Happy Birthday” and Aux brought in the cake with candles. I was now happily washing between her legs having started at her feet. “Turn over so Frank can do your bum then we’ll have the cake” sister said. Alison turned over onto all fours and present her lovely pink bottom, I was tempted the stirring in my trousers remembering sister’s earlier comments about what happens on medical wards. I washed her bottom and back again, then once more between her legs causing her to be a little more expressive. Once I was done she turned back over and we ate the birthday cake in silence. Alison just sat there naked. No attempt to cover. No look of anguish at being naked in front of me like with Aux, or the older SEN or senior staff, or staff or sister come to that. “Right” said sister, “Let’s check on the patients before night shift arrives.” I stood to go, “Not you Frank, you two love birds get yourselves sorted out”. I looked at Alison wondering what she had said to cause sister to use that expression. She looked away shyly. The others drifted off leaving the younger SEN alone with me.

“What did sister mean?” I asked. Alison blushed. “I don’t know?” she said. Blushing once more. I smiled at her. “You do still respect me don’t you Frank” she asked with a worry that the answer might be not what she hoped for. “YES!” was all that I could manage. Now alone with her again I felt unsure of myself, I felt unsure of her intentions towards me. “Frank will you get me a towel please?” she asked. “Sure” I said being grateful that I’d been dismissed from her company if only temporarily. I returned with the towel. “I’ll put it here” I said walking over to the chair. I heard her move in the water. When I turned she was sitting on the back of the bath looking down at her shaven pussy. She looked up at me, “I think you’ll be getting the honours much more often” Alison said, causing me to really blush, I moved to leave but she caught my arm and stopped me. “Don’t go (then spreading her legs once more so I could see everything) please stay and help me dry” it was said with such pathos I couldn’t refuse. I turned back for the towel and I heard the little rustling of the water as she stood, I turned back to see her stood nakedly on display. She turned slowly so her bottom was towards me and looked over her shoulders as I approached to cover her with the towel. She smiled. “Help me out Frank and dry me with your strong hands, you don’t have to be so gentle but don’t bruise me” she said. How could I be anything but gentle? I dried her back then her front then down her legs. She placed her left foot on my shoulder as I knelt and I saw such a sight that I’d swear I’d gone to heaven. I’d never ever seen my wife like that she’d be mortified. I finished drying Alison and we just stood there looking at each other. She leaned forward and kissed me. Full on kiss not just a peck, I responded then thought what I was doing and pulled back. She smiled a wicked smile of accomplishment then put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “Are you going to keep a girl naked here all night or go and get my clothes from the day room” she said. “Oh” was all I could pathetically manage. “I’ll…yes” and turned to retrieve her clothes.

On my return she was in the sluice still completely naked, that is she’d chosen not to cover with her hands and arms or the various potential items for cover in the sluice. “Well then, don’t just stand there pass me my panties” she said. I took the pale blue panties and handed them to her. “No Frank pretend I’m a patient, dress me” she said. I knelt and spread open her panties. She stepped forward then into them one leg at a time. I looked up at her nakedness then slowly pulled the panties into place. She turned and I turned back to the pile of clothes I placed on the counter and picked up her bra I placed it in front of her and she slipped her arms in, then I pulled it up over her breasts and I fasten it. She now pulled out a low stool and sat down. “Pass me my tights please. I’ll put them on myself; you men are useless at putting nylons on. Much better at ripping them off” she said. I stood and watched as she slowly put her toes into the rucked up nylon and then pulled it over her feet, then slowly up her legs until in covered her panties. “There shows nearly over pass me my dress and put my shoes on the floor” she said. I did as asked and she took and stepped into the dress and shoes at the same time then turned around for me to pull up the zip. She was now nearly a nurse again. The belt and cap completed the transformation. She pecked me gently on the cheek and said. “Don’t wait to long Frank” and walked off leaving me there in the sluice.