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.