This is not so much me being a nurse as my run in with one and a doctor at
the teaching hospital near where I was at University. I was just 19 at the time
and more than somewhat innocent.
I had been feeling a bit under the weather with a sore throat and decided to
go along to the teaching hospital attached to my University - I was studying
Botany at the time, not medicine. This was both intended to give us easy
access to a doctor and to give student doctors someone to practice on.
Anyway I was the last patient in and I asked for some help to clear up my
throat infection and was duly given a prescription some antibiotics. I was then
asked whether I had any other problems and I admitted to feeling a bit
‘rundown’ at the time.
‘Well,’ said the doctor, ‘As you are the last patient have time to give you a
more complete examination. I just call in the nurse to act as chaperone.’
Which he duly did.
As soon as she was in the room he said, ‘Please slip off your clothes.’ I
looked round for a screen but ended up stripping off in front of him and a very
interested nurse.
I removed my jacket, skirt, shoes, tights and my blouse to stand there in
just my knickers and bra. ‘Everything off,’ said the nurse brightly as I went to
walk back to the doctor, ‘Completely naked, please.’ As I had my back to her
she emphasised what was needed by unclipping my bra for me as I fumbled
with it.
I was now completely naked and as anyone will know it’s OK being naked
with a group who are in a similar state but when you are the only one and the
others are dressed it’s a bit - to be honest very - embarrassing.
I stood there naked as the doctor checked his notes and the nurse
prepared some instruments in a tray for use on me later I found.
The doctor came round his desk and had me stand up straight, arms out,
on my toes and so on before he had me turn round and, with my feet apart,
touch my toes. I had to hold this position for several seconds while both he
and the nurse checked out everything that could be seen between my legs.
Next to the more obvious checks of eyes an ears although why he could not
have done this while I had my clothes on I could not understand, until later!
Then out came the stethoscope and plopped on my chest as I breathed in and
out to order.
Then it was, ‘Up on the examination table, please,’ and I laid out flat as my
tummy was pushed and prodded about before the hands moved up to my
breasts and they got a similar treatment. Nurse was getting more interested by
the moment in my naked body and was only too keen to help me spread my
legs and slip my feet into the stirrups at the end of the couch giving me very
thorough check as my pussy lips came apart and I felt the cold air blow on
their moisture. She stood at the foot of the couch as the doctor ‘just popped in’
a speculum and followed it with a good eyeballing before he slipped in a stick
to take a smear sample.
Then it was on with the rubber gloves and in with the fingers for a good
rummage about as he pressed on my tummy. Just to be certain there was
nothing suspicious I then ended up with a finger or two in each of my available
orifices with their entrance made easier by a liberal application of lubricant
which nurse kindly wiped off for me when he had finished.
It must’ve been over half an hour before I was pronounced fit and allowed
to dress again without the benefit of a screen.
It was back at the Hall of Residence that evening that I was quizzed about
my run in with the doctor - and nurse.
‘Was it the young doctor, one about 30?’ I was asked as another student
who had been there before me.
‘Yes. why?’
She gave me a great big grin. ‘And did he get you stripped naked for a very
thorough exam? And did he have a nurse with him?’
‘Yes, as chaperone. But how do you know all this?
‘I had to see him when I first came here and it was only when mentioned it
my boyfriend that he told me that that doctor always likes to get young female
students naked and what is more so does that nurse.’
I still wonder how long it is before doctors get fed up with seeing their young
female patients naked and if nurses always enjoy the humiliation heaped on
other females!
Jenny.
Friday, 26 March 2010
Elizabeth
Besides normal sex that I enjoy very much and contributes 95% to my sex life I also enjoy role-plays. I especially like role-plays involving me being a sleep and viewed unknowingly. This little quirk comes from my days as a medical student and junior house doctor. I thought that George might allow my story here.
My name is Elizabeth I entered medical school in 1980. In my last year I was doing pre-surgery I was hoping to go on to train as a surgeon. Like many would-be surgeons I ended up a GP (Family Physician). My best friend Anne had been complaining for a few days about a pain in her side that would come and go. I had just scrubbed up to watch and assist by mainly not getting in the way when there was a rumbling going around. I just knew something was going on but not what until a staff nurse said.
“One of your colleagues as got a burst appendix”.
I immediately thought of Anne though quite why I should I did not know at that precise moment. Sure enough Anne was wheel in to anaesthesia in much pain. She was speedily put to sleep. The staff nurse said, “Poor cow she doesn’t know what she’s in for”. “I beg to differ I think she knows this procedure very well”, I said. Staff smiled and said, “Well we’ll see and make sure you learn from it”.
The normal procedure once the patient was sound a sleep was to strip them of the theatre gown under the trolley blanket then take them into the theatre. Staff just removed the trolley blanket then began to remove Anne’s gown. I did think to protest in was all done very fast. I then noticed that the two porters had remained and the male anaesthetist was well giving poor Anne then 24, blonde, 5ft 6 inches, 34c a very through visual examination.
“Now do you see why she’s a poor cow and if you have to have surgery go to another hospital” staff said.
I cottoned on alright poor Anne wasn’t a shy girl but well even I knew that the thought of a few male colleagues not having to fantasize anymore would drive me hysterical.
“Okay that’s your lot for now” staff said and covered Anne up. She was wheeled into theatre and Mr Selby was waiting to perform the operation. “Well this should be Mr McNuowts by rights but he isn’t here yet”. The operation went well and Mr McNuowts arrived just at the end. Mr Selby said for the drapes to be removed so that Mr McNuowts could se his handy work. Once more poor Anne was lying completely naked on the operating table. Various other staff now appeared to see the handy work supposedly. Not just the various male ODAs but female staff as well. Poor Anne’s breasts could easily be seen and as she woke open due to the anaesthetist lightening the gases she started to writhe which caused her legs to spread enough to cause one of the males to say, “I think you for got to stitch a bit doc” everyone groaned at the joke.
“Okay lets get her on the trolley” staff said. This had a good few enthusiastic helpers since it afforded them a closer look and because of the way it was done a glimpse of Anne’s bottom.
In writing this I perhaps make it soon as if Anne was laid there naked for minutes. In real time it was perhaps 30 seconds in the anaesthetics suite and a minute in the theatre. Normally one would not get to see anything unnecessarily.
The next day when Anne was up to visitors I went to se her. After all the expected chitchat Anne asked. “Did they all cop a good look then” I nodded a bit ashamed. “Thanks friend you could have stopped them”. That made me feels even worse. Anne with a smile said “I’ll return the favour some day”.
Five years later I was finishing my GP training and was about to be married to my husband. I’d order the wedding dress and made sure I had it months ahead. When I tried it on I noticed that it rubbed my back just where a mole was which I’d had since birth well very young. It was a bit of a problem and I’d got use to wearing just the right bra or dress to avoid it. It was no use it would have to go. I asked Anne now a qualified surgeon if she would do the honours. Sure thing I was booked in as a day patient.
This was before mole removal at your GPs was all the rage. So I found myself on a day surgery ward being wheeled down to have a quick anaesthetic and surgical removal.
All went well and I soon woke up back on the ward. Nurse checked on me. Everything was fine. The two porters that had taken me down would appear to take down further afternoon patients. They smiled at me wryly and I returned it. The anaesthetist who had check me over that morning popped in to see a patient who was a bit unwell and he had a very strange smirk on his face.
Anne eventually popped up to see that I was all right and discharge me. Has she finished her exam she learnt forward and whispered, “Payback”, I had to think what she meant then it dawned on me. I fell through the bed in horror but what could I say.
Anne would not give me the details that just made it worse because my own imagination ran away with me. It wasn’t until after the wedding one night when having drinks that she eventually told my husband, hers, and me.
I’d been wheeled into the anaesthetic suite knocked out and well stripped of everything. I just laid their out cold naked I couldn’t do anymore. Anne said my 32b breasts where very much admired by the sandman and the two porters. Not to mention an ODA or two. She said that she thought I’d trim for the occasion, which I hadn’t. Black if you must know. I was wheeled in still naked and placed on the operation table on my front thankfully. According to Anne this gave everyone a good view of what Rob my hubby recons is my best feature my bottom.
This is what started my little role-play kink.
My name is Elizabeth I entered medical school in 1980. In my last year I was doing pre-surgery I was hoping to go on to train as a surgeon. Like many would-be surgeons I ended up a GP (Family Physician). My best friend Anne had been complaining for a few days about a pain in her side that would come and go. I had just scrubbed up to watch and assist by mainly not getting in the way when there was a rumbling going around. I just knew something was going on but not what until a staff nurse said.
“One of your colleagues as got a burst appendix”.
I immediately thought of Anne though quite why I should I did not know at that precise moment. Sure enough Anne was wheel in to anaesthesia in much pain. She was speedily put to sleep. The staff nurse said, “Poor cow she doesn’t know what she’s in for”. “I beg to differ I think she knows this procedure very well”, I said. Staff smiled and said, “Well we’ll see and make sure you learn from it”.
The normal procedure once the patient was sound a sleep was to strip them of the theatre gown under the trolley blanket then take them into the theatre. Staff just removed the trolley blanket then began to remove Anne’s gown. I did think to protest in was all done very fast. I then noticed that the two porters had remained and the male anaesthetist was well giving poor Anne then 24, blonde, 5ft 6 inches, 34c a very through visual examination.
“Now do you see why she’s a poor cow and if you have to have surgery go to another hospital” staff said.
I cottoned on alright poor Anne wasn’t a shy girl but well even I knew that the thought of a few male colleagues not having to fantasize anymore would drive me hysterical.
“Okay that’s your lot for now” staff said and covered Anne up. She was wheeled into theatre and Mr Selby was waiting to perform the operation. “Well this should be Mr McNuowts by rights but he isn’t here yet”. The operation went well and Mr McNuowts arrived just at the end. Mr Selby said for the drapes to be removed so that Mr McNuowts could se his handy work. Once more poor Anne was lying completely naked on the operating table. Various other staff now appeared to see the handy work supposedly. Not just the various male ODAs but female staff as well. Poor Anne’s breasts could easily be seen and as she woke open due to the anaesthetist lightening the gases she started to writhe which caused her legs to spread enough to cause one of the males to say, “I think you for got to stitch a bit doc” everyone groaned at the joke.
“Okay lets get her on the trolley” staff said. This had a good few enthusiastic helpers since it afforded them a closer look and because of the way it was done a glimpse of Anne’s bottom.
In writing this I perhaps make it soon as if Anne was laid there naked for minutes. In real time it was perhaps 30 seconds in the anaesthetics suite and a minute in the theatre. Normally one would not get to see anything unnecessarily.
The next day when Anne was up to visitors I went to se her. After all the expected chitchat Anne asked. “Did they all cop a good look then” I nodded a bit ashamed. “Thanks friend you could have stopped them”. That made me feels even worse. Anne with a smile said “I’ll return the favour some day”.
Five years later I was finishing my GP training and was about to be married to my husband. I’d order the wedding dress and made sure I had it months ahead. When I tried it on I noticed that it rubbed my back just where a mole was which I’d had since birth well very young. It was a bit of a problem and I’d got use to wearing just the right bra or dress to avoid it. It was no use it would have to go. I asked Anne now a qualified surgeon if she would do the honours. Sure thing I was booked in as a day patient.
This was before mole removal at your GPs was all the rage. So I found myself on a day surgery ward being wheeled down to have a quick anaesthetic and surgical removal.
All went well and I soon woke up back on the ward. Nurse checked on me. Everything was fine. The two porters that had taken me down would appear to take down further afternoon patients. They smiled at me wryly and I returned it. The anaesthetist who had check me over that morning popped in to see a patient who was a bit unwell and he had a very strange smirk on his face.
Anne eventually popped up to see that I was all right and discharge me. Has she finished her exam she learnt forward and whispered, “Payback”, I had to think what she meant then it dawned on me. I fell through the bed in horror but what could I say.
Anne would not give me the details that just made it worse because my own imagination ran away with me. It wasn’t until after the wedding one night when having drinks that she eventually told my husband, hers, and me.
I’d been wheeled into the anaesthetic suite knocked out and well stripped of everything. I just laid their out cold naked I couldn’t do anymore. Anne said my 32b breasts where very much admired by the sandman and the two porters. Not to mention an ODA or two. She said that she thought I’d trim for the occasion, which I hadn’t. Black if you must know. I was wheeled in still naked and placed on the operation table on my front thankfully. According to Anne this gave everyone a good view of what Rob my hubby recons is my best feature my bottom.
This is what started my little role-play kink.
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