Nursing in the Family : (Youngest Daughter Full Tale) by KateLynn Green

Hello, I am Kate, George’s youngest daughter. This is my father’s original post to Dan’s site with corrections and additional comments by me.

My youngest daughter takes after her mother. (I do I admit it). She just seems to get on peoples nerves. She doesn’t mean too, she doesn’t deliberately go out of her way too, quite the opposite she tries not too. She just seems to irritate people. If you asked me how I couldn’t really tell you, other than to say she has a heir about her. A slightly superior heir. As if she’s just that little bit better than everyone else. This means of course people delight in bringing her down a peg or two or four. Consequently she had a hard time of it as a student nurse and a staff nurse in her early years.

She decided that she didn’t want to train with her older sister or at the same hospital as her mother and I worked in. So, she headed south. On her first night there she witnessed a student nurse from the intake a head of her being dragged naked out of the common room. (She was completely naked, if you know what I mean. She was being dragged by her ankles so her legs where spread. She’d originally had her hands over her privates but then decided to grasp hold of the door frame to prevent herself being dragged out. This action revealed herself to me and my two follow newbie’s). The third year with her at the time said, “Your next” then said, “You no doubt heard all the horror stories from your mum and big sister, well here, they aren’t horror stories their horror reality”. (The reality was that she ended up outside the rear door of the residence which meant she’d have to either wait there until someone let her in or run around to the front to buzz to be let in. Worse was if no one in the block let you in you could buzz the porters. But they might guest or have been told about your predicament and come to check your ID before allowing you in).

That Friday night the new intake was invited to drinks at the local pub. My daughter and two others lived in her residence. They where sitting on the sofa dressed ready to go when the third years descended. They where made to stand. The two other had decided to wear a skirt and where told they where dressed find with one exception. Their knickers. They had to reach up under their skirts and remove them. My daughter in slacks was told that since she wasn’t dressed appropriately she’d have to go and change. She moved to do so but was stopped. She was told that the rules stated that once in the common room you could only leave dressed correctly or naked. My daughter had to strip naked (this was very daunting, but also quite frilling at the same time, I was shaking as I undid my various buttons and zips) then walk down the corridor to her room to fetch a skirt (walk took about 2 minutes my feet pitter pattering on the lino). She then dressed. She did bother to put her knickers on since they where coming off. The head nurse said for her to put them on then had her remove them. (They had me replace my knickers a number of times since each wanted the pleasure of removing them). (I think my “Are you satisfied now” might have provoked them a bit). They went off to the pub like that. Of course the pub was full of doctors, porters and male nurses. Contrary to popular myth I know of only two homosexuals, the vast bulk of male nurses are straight. They’d flick the skirts front or back or gang up and do them together. My daughter seemed to come in for special attention. (I really did, by the end of the evening there was a good few male staff who could accurately identify me with a bag over my head. Just one of the many fun games I was subjected too on a number of occasions).

After this episode and a week later one morning the girls now firm friends where just about to go off to school not yet on wards. The head 3rd year stopped them and told them to strip. (We where at the front door to the block. The door was a double glass panel door with a aluminium strip between bottom and top frame. It did nothing to cover our nakedness as we stood there stripping). The girls protested and the nurse said that would cost them. Since they where in a hurry they thought to get it over with whatever it was. They striped naked and had to run the length of the corridor. On return their underwear had be sorted from the pile. They had to attend school that day minus underwear. Word soon got around. (Even more males able to identify me and old acquaintances had the opportunity to confirm there suspicions that I didn’t dye my hair).

Later that week she found her room invaded by three 3rd years. They dragged the bedclothes off her then striped her of her nightdress. (This is not quite accurate. I was already naked my nightdress had been stripped earlier that evening. In fact the girls had assaulted me about four times be for the final incident). She found herself outside naked running around the nurses home. (They dragged be by my arms with a hand under my armpit. This meant that if I lost my footing which I did it did not hinder their progression towards the rear door. Once out in the cool air nipples hardening I dashed for the front door. They would not allow me in until I had ran back around the building knocking loudly on the back door. I was outside in near darkness for about 10 minutes. It was about midnight on a summers evening there was still the dim glow of sunlight in the night sky). The other two girls weren’t there. When she told them about it the next day they didn’t believe her thinking such a thing was way over the top.

That night my daughter is dragged from her bed again. (This time my nightdress is removed in the bedroom by the 3rd years). She is taken (dragged kicking and screaming) to the common room where the other two girls are dressed in night-ware. (They’d been stripped and made to streak the corridor. Lucy’s who had had panties on having had to do it twice. Her panties where centre stage on the low coffee table, pale blue). My daughter is taken downstairs and as to run naked around the residence again. (I was put out the back door again and found myself once more running around the residence. When I arrived at the front door I had to flash then all. I was covering my bit and pieces with my hands).

Over the next week the other two finally get their chance to streak. (I saw my both friends streak around the residence. The usual procedure was that the other two where brought down to the common room and required to strip and streak the corridor. If you had chosen not to wear the correct bedroom dress of just a sexy nighty you’d probably get some other punishment as well. For example being made to go back to your room naked up three flights of stairs or stand on the coffee table naked hands not obstructing the view). Then one night my daughter is dragged from her bed again and this time as to streak with the other two. (We where each brought naked to the common room then shoved out of the rear door. We had to run around to the front and flash our bits and pieces. We then had to run back to the rear door before once more running back to the front. The awful part of this one was that we knew porters where aware what was going to happen. I don’t know if any saw but we did at times duck down when we thought we heard foot steps or people talking in low whispers. Noise travel funnily at night in hospital grounds). She thought that this was perhaps finally the end. But no next night she’s dragged from her bed again. This time hands tied behind her back so she can’t cover she finds herself streaking again. (this was the worst one because I really was streaking nothing at all was covered. They made sure that I ran around the residence. They made me do it a few times believing that I had just ran around the short path not the long path. Must have been out for a good 15 minutes like that).

A few weeks go by and she thinks great that’s the end of that. Her first day on ward and the practical jokes start, go and ask theatre sister for a long stand, we’ve used the last fallopian tubes go and see if obstetrics” have some more and so on. No problems then one day she’s grabbed and dragged into the bathroom, hoisted up by four other nurses with a room full of others and dumped into a really ice cold bath. The white cotton uniform with white cotton bra and pants underneath turn translucent and nipples and black bush are clearly seen by all has she runs for the changing rooms. (I hated being dunked. The clingy wet dress made the rose patches of bum and bust more sexually naked. it was also more uncomfortable running in wet clothing. I prefer to be stripped).

A few weeks pass and after one late shift she’s in the changing rooms. She decided since its quiet and the residence is always out of hot water she’d get a long shower there. She comes out to find her towel gone. Smells a rat, then discovers her padlocks been put back on her locker. Clothes and everything inside. She rings her friend over at the residence and is told that if they help her they’ll be the next victims and it will be worse. She as to make her way back across the hospital grounds in semi darkness, naked.

(Well I knew I was in trouble. I’d heard rumours of older girls being made to do this dash as it was called. The first part was the worst. You had to leave the changing rooms walk along a corridor to the main underground corridor. Porters weren’t allowed in the changing corridor but went up and down the main corridor with meal carts, trolley’s and other supplies even after a late shift it could be quite busy. I poked my head out of the corridor leading from the main corridor down to the changing rooms. There was no door at that point so any porter passing would have seen my naked walk to that point. I then had to make for the rear lower door. Well I couldn’t go out of the proper door like that. Only problem was this door was alarmed and it only went off for one reason. So porters new something was going down. I took off running which was hampered. Bare feet on tarmac. It was about 200 yards to the first residence and shelter. As I reached it a male voice called out. I didn’t hear what exactly but it was obvious he’d seen my bare bum in the orange lamp which stood on that corner marking the path to the nurse’s residences).

She was now just about to end her first ward. This is traditionally the time of the initiation. In the last week her two friends found themselves having to strip to underwear and take a bath. Well my daughter thought that’s find I can cope wih that, the hospital having seen me wet in uniform with everything showing. Her turn comes and she says she knows the drill. Now perhaps you can see the attitude which seems to get up peoples noses. She whips off her dress and tights and goes to get in the bath. The head nurse says the undies too, my daughter looks surprised and shakes her head. Males being present. Next thing she knows she’s on the floor bra going in one direction pants in the other like Helen below. (I was stripped in the presence for the record of two male nursing colleagues. They both got a very good view and now would in future always win the guest the nurse game).

That’s not the end of it. The head nurse says that they have to remove anything that might damage hospital property. She comments that her bush is very spiky and off it comes courteously of a female nurse thank god, since the porters present wanted the job. (The males where ushered out for this but got to see the result shortly after). Now shaved she was dumped in the water and left. Minus her clothes and bush she had to sulk back to the changing rooms. (I had a towel which was very small and give me a choice of what got covered. I was fortunately on a late shift so other than my two male colleagues of earlier I was not seen. I heard plenty of other staff moving around. The time to the changing rooms down the stairs would have been at least five minutes). Her key would no long fit the lock so she had to wait until it was a little darker, a few others seeing her (just wrapped in towel in changing room) nude. Before making her way back to the nurse home (a friend took pity on me and leant me a coat).

After this they let up on her for a good long while. (No they didn’t).

My daughter’s piece and quiet didn’t last too long. She managed and I forget how to get a 3rd year into trouble off a sister. (I foolishly left a procedure tray by a bedside and the 3rd year who was on her ward management assessment week copped for it). The 3rd year said she’d pay. Weeks went by and she thought that it had been forgotten about. One night whilst out with the gang of her close friends this third year appears with her friends. Next thing you know is my daughter’s over the table in this night club, her slacks, tights, and knickers are down and the third years spanking her bottom. (God it really hurt too. I was more panic stricken about someone seeing and complaining). Her friends, can you call people friends who applaud, encourage and assist to hold you down friends. (No you can’t and that just led to more misery that night). She was told that this was level one punishment, level 2 was with a packed house, only the group of females could actually see what was going on. Third level, well no one had ever needed level 3.

During the second year of training the year two students are on their own, no third years to keep a eye on them. The odd third year may be around if they have asked for a particular specialism. So mainly your free from harm. The third years that picked on you have now qualified or are re-taking finals, the new third years are busy with the new first years. So relatively your safe. My daughter was the one exception stool pigeon. The second year who got picked on by the others. Practice for when the had the first years at their mercy.

This was the time that my daughter had the worse thing imaginable happen to her. In over 40 years of being involved in working in hospital I know of only one case of this ever happening. You often hear tales about this nurse I knew. But, to the best of my knowledge its rare, with this one exception.

My daughter had been a real pain in the backside. The others where really getting worked up by it. An argument broke out and during it my daughter accused her friend of being full of S***. Your full of S*** came the reply. No I’m not. Oh yes you are, a right pantomime started. Then suddenly the atmosphere changed and the friend said I’ll show you how full of shit you are and walked off.

15 minutes later my daughter is grabbed and dragged into a side ward. They set about her and strip her naked. (I knew I was in trouble but was no match for five determined mates. I was stripped of dress, tights, slip then bra and finally panties. The stripping was slow and determined with lots of psychological warfare about what was and was not coming off). Various ideas about what to do with her are suggested. My daughter pleads as they tie her face down on the bed. (They’d tied my wrists with my spilt tights). She’s relieved and concerned at the same time. They can’t carry out the threat of the pubic shave but it looks like another spanking.

The friend who was offend down entered (I’m facing the door so lift my head and my heart crashes through my stomach which is through the bed and floor when I see what she what she is carrying) carrying rubber tube funnel and jug of water. My daughter looks and knows what’s about to happen. “I said I’d show you, you are full of S***.

After the enema had been giving, they left her there for 30 minutes until she was absolutely in agony trying to keep it in. (It was agony). They released her and my daughter had to dash naked for the toilets. (That was not a dignified dash. Sister and a few other senior nurses heard the shouts and came out to catch me running down the corridor tits and pubes on show my hands grasping my bum cheeks to keep something in). The nearest block on the ward had been mysteriously locked so she had to run the length of the ward to the others. Since it was a old fashion ward patient would have seen her. Thank God it was a Gynaecological. (I think perhaps the two younger women at the end may have seen. They definitely knew what had happened.)

The incident didn’t go unnoticed. Written warnings where issued, including to my daughter, I think it may be this incident which as given raise to the urban legend of such tales. The reason for the warnings was not for stripping my daughter and giving her an enema, it was for loss or destruction of hospital property. In the case of my daughter it was for being inappropriately dressed on duty. I love the good old days. (I have the written warning in my shoe box of memorabilia).

Her last two incidents as a student nurse where in her third year. One of the hazards of being a third year is that on some occasions the first years fight back. Normally, this is arranged by the third years suggesting that in payment for their stripping they can strip one of them. Since as you know my daughter gets right up everyone’s noses she got herself nominated.

Partly this was because my daughter was extra horrible to first years generally, but when they where being greenhorn she really would go the extra mile. So one late shift she found herself in the sluice cornered by the first years. They grabbed her, pinned her to the floor and let rip with the hose pipe. They’d shoved it down the back of her knickers and then turned it on full blast. (Don’t think this is nothing. It really hurts. The pressure and coldness together really make it a horrible punishment. Afterwards you are rather well sore and red and glow through your wet uniform. Its like getting a good spanking in one doses).

This was just a warning, but my daughter took it as a insult that first years would do this. She had the three off her ward scrub every last inch of the ward. In those days cleaners where not allowed to clean clinical areas. The first years swore revenge, so, my daughter had them do it all again. Only this time minus their uniforms to keep them clean. (I only had them do the sluice in underwear).

A week passed. Then one morning arriving for a early shift my daughter was jumped by both current first year intakes. Even the off duties where there. They stripped her out of her chivvy’s and tied her to a commode. (Wheel chair actually). They wheeled her up the corridor, and my daughter panicked she knew where she was being taken, she was pushed into the porters lounge and left. (The blanket which had covered me during the journey was removed). The shift was changing so no one was in but in about ten minutes the place would be packed. She was left facing the door. The first two porters older guys had beaming smiles on their faces. Soon 20 porters where getting a eyeful. Once they satisfied themselves they let her go naked back to the changing rooms. (Well nearly naked, they gave me a short coat as we called them. I had to keep pulling it down which didn’t help since the buttons had been cut off and this made my tits drop out). All she could access was a dress and stockings and shoes. Word got around, and she was called to the DNO office. Another warning for in appropriate dress. She tried to explain what happened but the DNO called the head porter and he said he hadn’t seen or heard anything and that was that.

Her last as a student was her blue dressing which was pretty tame in comparison. She (and my four friends who had managed to get to the end of training) was stripped on a coach (the driver got an eyeful I am sure) and given a blue dress to wear, a old one with circles cut at top front, bottom back and front so all essentials where on show. She was dropped off about a mile from the residence and had to walk back like that. I’ve heard other accounts like this, and seen one written up on the net somewhere, and got the impression that it was someone from Hartlepool, I think it must be their tradition. (This was the fate of all finalist as we called them).