USA Student Nurse Demonstation by Phil Marlowe

First some background, this took place in 1972 (I know that ages me a bit) and it took place at a then small university that was beginning to build a medical centre. This is in the USA where nursing school is much more like a regular college education with some hand-on time. As part of my work-study program (part-time job to help pay for college), I worked in the Media Support Staff for the fledgling medical centre. This place used the most advanced videotape equipment on campus, something brand new called VHS cassettes. Every classroom in the medical centre was set up to record every lecture. Every examination room was also set up for recording but took a few more steps to get a recording. All of the lecture videos were stored in a video library for the students to review in their 'free' time. We had to keep the video library open for them from 8AM to Midnight, and I did three of the evening shifts every week. These evening shifts included setting up recording of the 'special' examinations, the ones that required some amount of privacy because during the day, too many people could see into the normal examination rooms.


The object of most of the examinations done here were done on students, mostly all of the athletic teams. The male teams were used most often because there were more male athelete than female ones. There were some procedures and examines that were very 'special'. For these recordings, an instructor watched as I set up the recorders and connected the cameras. They would check the monitor to make sure the cameras were pointed at the right places, then they would place some tape across the tape deck, turn off the monitors, escort me from the control room and take my key to lock the control room. After the session, the instructor would unlock the control room, check the tape on the face of the tape deck to make sure it had not been tampered, remove the tapes and sign a receipt for them before returning my keys. These special tapes were used only with the instructors or Doctors authorization.


Early in the fall semester, I noticed a very cute redhead watching some of the videos by herself, I introduced myself and offered something to drink. We were dating quite soon after that. She showed up for one of the special examinations one Thursday night. On our date on Friday, I found out she had been the subject of a pubic shave and gynaecological examination that was performed by a dozen fellow nursing students. Every first year nursing student had to submit to some sort of special examination during the year. But by April there was one student who always had an excuse for missing her special examination.


The redhead came to ask me to help set up a special recording session, an overhead camera, a tripod mounted camera and a hand-held camera. This needed to be done in the studio next to the control room rather than one of the regular examination rooms. She asked if it could be done without any records. I agreed and during the set-up, the instructor brought in her own videotapes rather than use ours and have to give me a receipt for them. She thanked me for this special session since I was violating several policies.


This session was one were the offending student wasn't scheduled to be the subject, but she was grabbed as soon as she entered the studio. That was the last I saw of her that night. The redhead later gave me some (repeat some) of the details of the session and follow-ups that the offender had been scheduled for a special examination EVERY week for the rest of the year.


The students wrestled the offender to the examination table and tied her onto it while the instructor locked the studio door. The instructor then began lecturing about the need to perform some special examinations and that for the good of the program all students needed to contribute to these procedures. She continued to lecture the offender on her bad behaviour and at intervals instructed some student to remove some article of the offender's clothing. When the offender was wearing just a bra and panties, the lecturing stopped and the instructor stepped to the table and used a scalpel to cut off the offender's bra and panties. The redhead asked me to dispose of them later. The instructor then got every student to perform an abbreviated breast examination. Then the instructor had the students reposition the offender at the end of the table with her legs in the stirrups and tied again. Now a basin of ice cubes and water was brought out and every student got to wash the offender's breasts, crotch and ass with an ice cold wash cloth. Because of the reaction of her nipples to the ice cold water, the instructor asked the students to measure their new size. They used various methods to hold her nipples in place and various implements to measure them. The students used the hand-held camera to get close-ups of the offender's nipples during each measurement.


During the washing, the instructor kept complaining about the offender's poor kept pubic hair. When all the students had finished washing the offender's crotch, a tray of shaving materials and each student got to clip some of the offender's pubes and put them into a plastic bag that the instructor said would be used as an incentive to future classes not to shrug their duty to their classmates. Then shaving cream was sprayed on her and multiple students got a chance to remove some of the offender's stubble. Since there were more students than pubic hair, another dose of shaving cream was applied and the students continued shaving to make sure the offender was as smooth and hairless as when she was born: Baby Smooth.


For the next phase of their revenge, the students untied the offender, stood her up and turned her to bend over the examination table and tied her arms and legs to the table. Now the instructor showed all the students how to lubricate a patient's rectum for various procedures. Every student got the chance to practice on this offender's tail. While the students were lubricating the offender's tail, the instructor was preparing several enema bags at the wash sink. When every thing was ready, the instructor demonstrated how to give a reluctant patient an enema. They had come prepared with a large bucket for additional humiliation for the offender. Afterwards she was returned to being bent over the end of the examination table and several students used more ice water to clean the offender's crotch. The instructor went to the other end of the table and place a bedpan full of paper strips in front of the offender's face. She told the offender that since she as missed out on 4 special examinations so she would have to receive 4 enemas and the instructor pulled three names from the bedpan and announced which lucky students would deliver three more rounds of humiliating enemas, evacuation and ice water clean-up.


After the last enema, the offender was returned to the examination table with her legs up in the stirrups again. My redhead friend said she was very compliant by then and did not resist at all. Now the instructor called everyone to get in close so they could get a good view of the next procedure. She produced a speculum, lectured on its proper use and then demonstrated it in the offender's vagina. She visually examined the inside and proclaimed that everyone had to take a good look, to see something very rare on our campus, an intact hymen. After all the students got a good look and made some uncomplimentary comments about the offender's sexual prospects, the instructor brought the hand-held camera in to document the offender's virginal condition, and her current state of nudity.


The instructor then continued lecturing the offender about neglecting her duty to her fellow students and the program, while removing the speculum. She directed more students to provide the offender with one last ice water clean-up, with others to dry her. Then more students were selected to apply baby powder all over the offender. The instructor now brought out an old fashioned triangular cloth diaper - adult sized. With all the students giggling and outright laughing, the instructor expertly diaper the offender. She was then given her blouse, skirt and shoes to put on.


The final message of this special examination was that if the offender ever missed another special exam, she would be sent home wearing nothing but a pacifier and diaper.

Helen OT - by Walker Beecham

This time last year I was looking forward to starting my new career has an Occupational Therapist. My friend who had been nursing for years started to pull my leg about being initiated. This started the events that led me to being stripped. The striping was my own entire fault. I talked myself into it.

Just before I was due to start on the unit after the initial classroom training my friend said “Well in a couple of weeks you’ll find yourself naked running around the hospital. I think that’s still the OT’s initiation” my stomach twitched at the comment. She’d told me many years ago of her initiation as a nurse, and every so often she’d tell you what they’d done to some poor unsuspecting soul.

I decided and quite why I don’t know to confide my concerns to a very old friend. I am 44 now so was 43 at the time. My friend had been a nurse a lot of years ago and we had a deep intimate relationship. There was never anything sexual about it just a very good friendship. I’d been in two marriages and one long-term relationship. He’d seen me through them all. I asked if he’d been initiated as a nurse. “Oh yes” he said. I looked indicating I wanted the dirt.

He told me his tale, and what he knew of others. They were some that were funny, some mildly embarrassing, and others that were down right humiliating. We talked about what my other friend had said and he said that he thought that these days with all the health and safety, law suits and so on, that they were more tales of legend than fact.

I started the unit and the first few days were fine. Everyone was very nice to me. Friday afternoon was very quiet so we had plenty of time to chat and get to know one another. One of the girls asked if there was anything I wasn’t looking forward too. I said, “Yes the initiation” they all smiled and said no one does. I could see that there was an uneasy and curiosity. But the moment pasted and we carried on our conversation.

After the weekend, on the Tuesday I think I was eating my lunch with the senior OT and a few others. The senior OT asked if my friend, who she knew, had told me about the initiations. I said that she had but didn’t give any of the details. She looked at me, and I blushed, she smiled and asked, “What did she say”? I looked away, the embarrassment of saying it was worse than doing it. “That you have your victims run around the hospital naked.” I said. We worked in a very big modern hospital on the edge of town. Nothing more was said.

Friday came and once more the afternoon was quiet. It provided time to really clean the equipment, stock-up for Monday and do other general duties. The senior OT came to me and asked if I’d been taught how to bath some one correctly. I said, that we’d been given a booklet on it and had the opportunity to ask questions because there was some problems that day and we’d run out of time.

The senior OT said that on Monday a family was coming in to be shown how to bath their aged mother, and what equipment was available for use in a bathroom. She said “I’ll give you a crash course in how to do a bath assessment and the things you need to cover with the family. Follow me”. The senior led the way to the bathroom suite. She stepped aside when she reached the door to allow me to enter first. I stepped through the door and knew instantly that I was in trouble.

I tried to turn away to walk back through the door but the senior OT was now blocking the way. Two sets of hands grabbed me and pulled me back into the bathroom. I was leg blocked by one of my colleagues holding me and started to fall backwards. The two colleagues holding me ensured that I fell to the floor under control so didn’t hurt myself. They dragged me along the floor kicking and screaming trying to get a foothold and re-stand.

“Stop fighting or we’ll make it worse” the senior OT said. Two more colleagues now came forward and held my legs at the ankles. The senior OT said, “Alison, you can have the honors”. Alison was on a work based training course as an OT assistant. She was just 19 years old, a very shy girl and lacking somewhat in confidence. She looked at the senior OT for confirmation of what was required. “Well get on with it, get her clothes off” the senior OT said.

“Please no, please” I begged. Alison came forward and knelt down at my side. She reached forward and began to undo my green uniform trousers. “Alison, you don’t need to do this,” I said pleading with her. She undid my button. “Okay, you’ve scared me, I know your just fooling around you can stop it, now, I’ve got the point” I said. “Stop struggling and complaining or it will be much worse for you. I was thrashing about trying very hard to get free.

One of the colleagues holding my left leg at the ankle now pulled off my shoe. “Are you ticklish?” she asked. “No please, no. Don’t, not that,” I said as Alison had undone my zip and was preparing to pull my trousers down. My colleague started to tickle me and I just creased up. I was trashing around with the discomfort of being tickled. This just seemed to make it easier for Alison to pull my trousers down revealing my tights and white brief panties beneath them.

“I hope you put clean on like mummy always told you,” the senior OT said. “No…. please…I…. can’t…no” I said through the breathlessness of laughing at having my feet tickled. My other colleague had removed my other shoe and started in on me mercilessly. Alison now continued to pull my trousers down my legs, first to my knees, then to my ankles. My two colleagues stopped tickling me to assist Alison in getting the trousers off my legs. I was now laid there with my top slightly up due to being dragged along the floor moments before. This meant that it didn’t afford me its usual protection of concealing my knickers from public view.

Alison looked at the senior OT. “The top and tights too. Now be good Helen or we’ll punish you and I think you know you won’t like that” she nodded and the tickle torture started again. I started to buck, to try to get free but couldn’t, then the tickling stopped to allow Alison access to my tops buttons. She very quickly had the top one undone which revealed a glimpse of my white bra. The second button had it on show much more. You could see a small portion of each cup to the side of my cleavage. My colleague holding my arm tight to the ground reached over and re-arranged my top so that the whole bra was on show. “Hey, don’t, no, please” I begged her has she did it. Alison then turned to be able to undo the lower buttons and soon the top was undone.

“Right you’ve had your fun you seen all my dirty laundry now let me up” I said. Alison looked at the senior OT for confirmation that she’d gone far enough. “Take it off,” the senior OT said. Alison turned back and looked at me with a resign apologetic look. “No please, no. You’ve gone far enough,” I said to the room in general hoping someone would take pity on me. I was pulled up off the floor, which meant that my colleagues holding my feet had to let go. I took this opportunity to try to stand, and when I couldn’t, I just tried to kick anyone I could make contact with. The girls holding my arms pushed my top off my shoulders and down my arms. I was now feeling very exposed, and started to scream and swear, something I never do.

“Stop it. Or I’ll make it far worse for you” said the senior OT. The top was pulled off and I was pushed back down. “The tights” the senior OT said to Alison and she reached for my waist. I tried to struggle. “Do you want the tickle torture again” one of the colleagues who’d so mercilessly tickled me earlier said. I stopped struggling and resigned to losing my tights. I didn’t want to be tickled because I needed to be a lady.

Alison was very good at striping patients the main job of OT assistants. The tights proved no difficulty for her. I was now just lying there in my underwear, pined down by my arms. “Well, if you’d co-operated more I wouldn’t have to punish you. Strip her naked” the senior OT said. “Naked” said one of the girls holding my arm. Alison said, “I thought we where just going to take her to her pants and bra”. “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her” the senior OT said. The girls all looked at each other and I thought I was saved. Then the looks on their faces changed to smiles and I screamed and plead with everything I had.

The two girls holding my arms together grabbed my bra and pulled it up off my tits. My tits sprung out and wobbled about. I just died. What made my death so much worse was that at the same time Alison had yanked down my knickers to reveal my untrimmed black bush. It had been due a little trim for a while but I’d been so busy with all the changes in my life recently I hadn’t got around to it. The bra was pulled up off my body and over my head then up my arms and off. As the bra went that way my knickers went the other way. First to knees, then too ankles then clean off. I was now lying there completely naked panic-stricken at what was to come next. The senior’s comment still echoing in my ears, “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her”. I was just trying to think how to get out of it.

“Okay lets see” the senior said. I had my arms pulled out from my body and my legs spread, so I was spread eagled. They’re for the entire world to see. I noticed the senior OT looking right up between my spread legs. It was awful. “Roll her over lets see her arse,” the senior said. Panic hit me. Was it clean? I was turned over and suddenly, SLAP! Some one spanked my bottom. “That sounds good I’ll give it ago” one of my colleagues said and another SLAP! There weren’t hard, they wouldn’t cause any real damage but you knew you’d been spanked. “No stop that now!” I shouted. They all laughed and Alison gives me three playful little slaps.

“What now?” said one of the girls holding my ankles?

The senior said, “What we planned” and the girls all looked at each other. “In the nude?”, “Like this?”, “Starkers?” came the chorus. “Why not? It’s what she said she wanted”. The senior said. “Where?” said Alison? The senior OT said, “Keep hold of her I’ll be right back” and with that she collected my clothes and disappeared.

I took the opportunity of her absence to try and get the girls to let me go. All my pleading got me was tickled mercilessly, then turned over so that my tits, bush, and fanny was on show as they pulled my legs apart. Alison was told to tickle me and she set too. I was in tears with laughter when the senior OT returned holding just my car keys.

“I’ve move your car to the patient bay out front” she said and chucked me my keys to land on my tummy causing me to flinch. Your clothes are in the boot.

The girls released me. I grabbed my keys and got up and stood covering my body best I could. “Your not serious are you?” I asked. The senior just nodded and stood away from the door and pulled it open. I looked around the room at the gasped faces. I then looked at the senior OT her face was determined.

“Oh shit” I said and just took to my heels. I bolted out of the door and turned right to run through the unit. An almighty roar went up. The unit was full of nurses, doctors, physiotherapist, porters, administrators and it seemed like the entire hospital. I just died. It wasn’t just the fact that I was there running naked. But I’d dropped my arms for speed so for a moment until I realised they where there they got a good full frontal of me. I quickly covered my tits and bush. Now anyone who’s been in this situation will know that covering your bits and pieces reduces your speed. So instead of a 10 second dash to the end of the unit it was more like 20 seconds. The crowd cheered and whistled, they called out various comments. “Love the rack”, “Nice melons”, “Lovely bush”, “Nice arse” and so on.

I crashed through the swing doors at the end of the unit and bolted across the reception area for the automatic doors out to the parking area. The receptionist and a few other staff stood around waiting for me cheered as I dashed across the reception area. The automatic door swished open and the cold November air hit my body with the obvious results. I saw my car and had to cross the length of one parking bay, a driveway, and then the length of my car to the door. I had to now uncover to use the keys to get in.

My dash across the car park didn’t go unnoticed. Two nurses where walking down the side path, and a couple of porters where pushing some wheelchairs. The crowd inside the unit had followed me out and was now congregated around the automatic doors cheering and making a racquet. The three or four people who where just getting out or getting into their cars now looked. I’m not sure how much of a god look they got.

I opened the door and got in. I started the engine and put it into reverse and backed out of the parking bay with the crowd waving at me has I drove off. I just wanted to get away. But I’d gotten myself deeper into it. Has I drove slowly through the large car park heading for the opening each time I went over a speed hump my tits bounced free. I’m a 40cc.

I kept passing people walking through the car park and I know that one for sure got a real good look which he committed to memory and points out from time to time when I pass him in the hospital corridors. Once on the road I realised what I was doing and just how absorbed it was. I was driving home naked. I live in a street house and would either have to get out naked and go and open my door and run in. “Oh God, the neighbours would all be arriving home from work about now.”, I thought. Then, “God, will I get parked outside my house?”.

The other option was find somewhere to stop and get out and get my clothes. I couldn’t think of anywhere concealed. It would have to be home. The drive home was only about 15 minutes. I live quite close to the hospital. The roads were a mix of quiet and busy. The main road was heaving and slow moving. I think the guy in front knew I was at least topless; he kept adjusting his review to get a better look. I just blushed and died some more.

Once in my street, I saw that there was someone parked outside my house. But my neighbour’s house was clear. I pulled in, switched off and looked around. I had to balance sitting and waiting, against being sure the coast was clear. I plucked up the courage open the door and slipped out. I closed the door quietly and walked to the back of the car by habit. This meant I was on show to my neighbours over the road for a good 10 seconds. I turned behind my car then turned back along my car to walk its full length and the full length of the car parked outside my house. This gives my near neighbour a good view. Hopefully, she, her son, and her husband would be out.

I looked behind to check the street has I reached to put the key in my front door. I opened it and stepped in side closing it behind me. I was stood, breathless, hands behind my back fully on show, between the inner door and the front door. I noticed the inner door was open and was just about to have the thought, ”That was closed when I left this morning. And, why isn’t the alarm bleeping” when my 15 year old daughter and the boy from next door also 15 appeared a head of me down the hall from the rear room of the house. I don’t know who was the most embarrassed. I screamed covered myself and spun around. Realising I was just finishing the job of showing my neighbours son everything and spun back around.

I collected my wits and as if I arrived home naked every day walked down the hall to them. My daughter just turned and looked at Jack’s face. He was stood mouth opened taking it all in. I approached them and said “Excuse me” they parted and I walked pass them into the room.

Jack turned to my daughter and said, “I hope you look that good when your 50”. “50” I thought cheeky bugger. I turned and walked across the room to the door, which led to the stairs. I walked up to my bedroom and got dressed.

Jack told his mother, his father, the next-door neighbour the other way. My daughter covered the people he missed. My neighbours one at a time approached me about my little streak and just laughed their heads off. They still rib me now. My husband is even worse. He keeps asking my friend to arrange a repeat performance when he’s off to see it.

My friend said she was shocked, then surprised, then just thought brilliant when she saw me come out of the bathroom naked. They’d all been told I’d be in pants and bra. She thought, has did my colleagues that I’d simply get my clothes out of my boot and get dressed. They didn’t think I’d drive home and streak half the neighbours and my family.

I was a little upset about it at the time but now I look back and laugh the hardest. At how I managed to talked myself into being stripped and having to streak. You see I was the first to be initiated in the hospitals history. Well, in verifiable history as oppose to, ‘I knew this guy who told me’ History.

Sammy Davis Jr - Student Nurse Initiation

I thought your members might like to read about my personal experiences of being “green horned” as a student nurse.

I was selected for student nurse training at a small NHS training school in the North East of England. I started my training in 1984 at the age of 20 years.

There was four levels of green horning or initiation. The first level was various practical jokes. Such has “go and ask theatre sister for a long stand”, “quick nurse we’ve just dropped the last of the fallopian tubes, run over to obstetrics and ask for some more”, “we’ve ran out of lab sticks, dip your finger in this urine and tell me if its sweet”, “get a ruler and measure the viscosity of this sputum”, and many more I can’t remember.

The next level was the cold bath on your first ward. It was getting towards the end of a evening shift when a third year nurse asked me to help her in the bathroom. I’d been wary all week expecting the dunking. The request was so casual that I did not think. I walked into the large bathroom and instantly realised what was happening. I tried to retreat but my exit was blocked. There was about nine or ten colleagues in all. Fortunately for me no males where present. I plead not to be dunked. But to no avail. I beg that they let me get out of my uniform and tights. They said sure after you’ve had your bath. You don’t know how difficult it was in those days to get wet tights off. The modern ones most be design different because they are much easier. Wet white nurses dresses become very see through along with white underwear. I ended up having to walk about 10 minutes to the changing rooms after my dunking to get changed. This included a 50 yard walk down the main drive on a light spring night around 8 o’clock when there was still plenty of visitors about. I covered my breasts and pubis with my hands and arms as best I could. I sure a number of people got to see pink bottom through soaking wet white dress and knickers. You could certainly see my thick black bush. Thank God for hands.

The third level of green horning was the trolley ride at the end of your first ward. Horror stories of this went around for weeks before. My time came one quiet Sunday afternoon. Once again I was casually asked to assist another nurse and found myself in the treatment room surrounded. The trolley was waiting for me.

I was told that if I co-operated it would go easy on me. If I didn’t I’d be the talking point of the canteen for weeks. I was told to strip. Strip completely naked. I asked to keep on bra and knickers. I then beg for knickers. I was reminded about easy versus hard. I started stripping and hesitated a few times but eventually there I stood naked with just a nervous smile to wear.

I then had to climb up on the trolley. I was covered with a blanket but told to grab the hand rails with my hands. My wrists where taped to the rail. The same fate befell my ankles. If the blanket slipped my nature would be revealed.

I was trundled around the hospital inside and out for about 20 minutes. The blanket was occasional readjusted to preserve my modesty. A few of the doctors and male nurses or porters tried to pull it off or quickly flipped it up. I know one group got a quick peek at my left boob and another group might of got a flash of pubic hair. I was return to the treatment room where I was untied and allowed to dress.

I f you where a non-resident nurse then the practical jokes, cold bath, and trolley ride where your worse fears. If however you where a residential nurse, that is, living in at the nurses home you had “matron’s nigh” to fear.

Matron is used here to mean the senior nurse living in. In my year it was a SEN called Vicky. She really hated student nurses because she’d only been a pupil nurse.

Well Matron’s night for me started at 1 am. I was yanked quite unceremoniously out of my bed. I found myself in the common room in a top and shorts pyjama outfit.

We where all line up. We were called everything under the sun. We were lecture on our lack of morals. We where told that we where unworthy and to prove that we could hack it as nurses we’d have to under take an ordeal.

The ordeal for me was in five parts. Firstly, I was drag off into the kitchen. Two female third years and a second year where to give me a medical to make sure I was up to the challenge. I had my pulse taken, then my blood pressure and respiration. They then said it was time for my temperature so I open my mouth for the thermometer. This was completely the wrong end. So there I was in the kitchen bottoms down bent over a table with a thermometer up my arse. After this I was told to strip which I did. There then followed a visual inspection of every inch of me. I had to stand hands on head. This was followed by a breast exam, and internal digital exams of back passage and pussy.

After this I was given a towel and taken back to the common room. A few of the girls where still in nightwear whilst others where in towels. A couple of girls where missing obviously getting their medicals. Soon we where all assembled in our towels passed fit for the rigors of the rest of the evening.

I was next taken off by another third year nurse and two first years who where in the intake ahead of mine so had already been green horned. The nurses residences where divided into six units of bedrooms. Each unit contained four bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen/dining room, and a bathroom. Their where two units per floor and they where three floors to a residence. Their where 8 residence in all.

I was at first alarmed because I thought they would take me to one of the units in the residence I was in but no they turn to the front door. I was concern about the idea of walking to another residence in just a towel. The third year nurse said if I wasn’t out in two seconds and walking I would be walking around without the towel. That persuaded me and I left the security of the residence and started walking behind her. We went to what was her block. We went in and she took me to the common room. Go in there and wait she said. She turned to walk away then turned back and said I’ll be needing this and with that the towel was whipped from me. I naturally wrapped my arms around my chest and placed my hand over my pubis while half crouching.

I was left their naked in the common room. I noticed straight away that I useful item to cover myself was gone. I heard voices and soon was joined in the common room by the other residents of the block. I was made to stand up straight and put my hands on my head. They inspected me thoroughly and had me take up various medical examination positions testing my knowledge has they went. At the end of this I was passed a theatre gown and told to follow the third year I was taken back to the original common room and found that the others had suffered a similar fate.

I was next collected my a trained nurse another SEN. She asked me to follow her which I did. We went out the back door. She deliberately walked the long way to her block. The theatre gown was quite open at the back and so I had to walk with one hand trying to shut it. This time I wasn’t taken to the common room but to the laundry room. A group was waiting for me.

I was told to remove the theatre gown and then lay down. There seemed no long any point in arguing after all I’d been seen nude now by over half the student staff. I was ordered to turn face down and stick my bum up. It was then that I noticed the potty and very quickly realised what was coming to me. I tried to get up and run but was grabbed and pushed back down and held. I pleaded to be spared but to no avail soon I was filled with soap and water standing in the corner naked waiting to be allowed to use the potty. After about twenty minutes when I was squirming I was allowed to release my load. After this I was given a hospital night dress and taken back to the starting point.

Next we where taken over to the main hospital day unit. I was surprised at the fact that one of the nurses had a key to let us in. This meant that a senior member of staff must have been in on the evenings events. Senior staff pretended to be against green horning but secretly I think many where still for it since no doubt they had had to go through it.

We where line up out side one of the bathrooms. We where all stripped and told we could leave at any time but we’d be leaving as we where. So there we sat waiting our next fate. The first nurse was taken into the bathroom.. We could hear her pleading but not clearly enough to make out what about. It went quiet and after a while the door open and she remerged minus her pubic hair.

We all started to plead but we knew it was useless. I was the third for the chop and entered the bath room. I was lathered up and shaved with a safety razor. Soon I was bare.

After we where all done we where given a plastic apron to wear. This afforded an ample figure like mine very little in the way of protection. We where taken up the tower block onto the top floor. I was a bit worried by this because I could not see any particular reason. Since all the initiations had something to do with nursing activities I wondered what the top floor had.

The plastic aprons where removed and we where told to wait in the visitors room. After about ten minutes Vicky entered the room and said for safety reason we had to have our hands tied. We where then left again. We waited and waited then the phone rang. We where told to that the doctors, male nurses and porters where on their way to us from all parts of the hospital. They didn’t know where we where so had to search for us. If we got back to the starting room without being caught we where safe. If not we would likely be the talking point of many conversations.

We stood and looked at each other then started to run. It wasn’t easy with hands tied behind back. The trick to a successful run I discovered later was to plan a route that followed the trolley ways since all these doors open when you pushed. If you tried to go against the trolley way you had to pull the door open difficult with hands tied behind back.

I was very fortunate that I was only seen from a distance and chased. Only two of us made it back to the common room. The rest found photos of them circulating for weeks.

I’d managed to survive the three years and three moths of nurse training. I was eagerly awaiting my results with some anxiety. I’d been promised my dream job working has a staff nurse on accident and emergency department subject to passing my exams.

The results came with great relief and all I had to do now was wait for my registration and the ceremony of being handed my blue belt which was the official way of signifying your promotion to a qualified nurse.

Over the last 2 and a bit years of my training health and safety, as well as, various other changes had more or les put a stop to the excesses of “green horning” but blue dressing was still in full flight mainly because it took place off hospital grounds mainly.

We had a great evening out with the lasses. The pictures, a meal, then a pub crawl followed by a night club. I’d not expected anything then realised when we returned to the bus to take us home that something was going down. The four of us that had just qualified seemed suddenly surrounded and separated from each other.

I was ushered to the middle of the bus on the kerb side. I was trapped into a window seat. Suddenly a blue dress was produced from who knows where and I was faced with three third years saying did I want to strip myself or have them do it. I was really to drunk to completely comprehend so they started stripping me. I could only put up token resistance. Soon I was naked and doing my best to cover my various bits and pieces. I never been sure just how much of me the driver saw.

I was given the dress which I hurriedly put on thinking that was it. No worse look. One of the other girls had to walk the length of the bus just wearing her blue dressing that’s find I thought then realised that holes had been cut around her breasts, pubic patch and bottom cheeks. The other two girls followed suit and soon it was my turn and two second years got to work on my dress.

I parade up and down the bus a few times because of my shyness. In the end I was ordered to put my hands on my head and repeat the walk. After this we where gathered together and required to drink lots of water I was all ready desperate but this put me over the top. The driver stopped the bus outside some public toilets I we all trotted off to the loo. We where made to remove our dresses not that they covered much in the female toilet. We then had to run out of the female loos and into the male loos to use the urinals. I know the driver got a look at four young naked nurses streaking.

We returned to the bus and then had to go across the knee of every other passenger and have our butts spanked. It was very red by the end and it remained sore for days but at the time with all the alcohol it didn’t seem to bad.

Once we got back to our town the bus stopped about a mile from where we lived and we where let out. It was rather embarrassing walking home like that.