After mum had left the warehouse I figured I’d rarely see
any interesting activity. The next year 2003 saw my 40th birthday. I
had not expected to be working at the warehouse that week but the MD had
recently renew our now official contract with him The provision of
occupational services had brought a good income into the surgery which
we used to improve the situation for the local community. He’d wanted a
complete health check done on all staff after two of his older workers
had both suffered heart attacks. I had joked about keeping young ladies
covered would be cheaper.
I’d finished the set of checks planned for that day when he appeared in the medical room. “Happy Birthday” he said handing me a bunch of floors and a card. I thanked him and we chatted about things in general. He then said well I’m sure you are keen to get your treat over with as your mother was so off you go to the admin room. I was dropped jawed at his comment.
“I’m not getting my kit off for you lot anymore” I said.
“I think you will. You’re just like your mother and my wife you get some perverse kick from it” he said.
It was the first time somebody had actually said it like that to me. It made me stop and think. I did like my little episodes as I called them. But I won’t want my friends to know that. Then I realised that most of my friends except to long standing school friends had seen mean buck naked at least once.
“I’m not running around outside naked” I said.
“I thought you weren’t doing anything” he replied and I realised I’d dropped myself in.
I walked off to the admin office to file the files. His wife was stood at the reception desk and called down to me, “I’ll be there in a minute” I nodded and walked down the length of the corridor into the admin office. The three girls where waiting for me. The first grabbed me from behind trapping my arms to my body by hold my wrists and bear hugging me. She was very strong. What happened next really freaked me out. A white cloth bag was produced and put over my head, it had an elasticised open which gripped around my neck not tightly but just enough to stop it coming of no matter how violently I shuck my head.
Next I felt some hands at my waistband and my slacks being undone and then pulled down around my knees then down to my ankles. Being held as I was just off the floor. My shoes and socks where easily removed as well as my slacks. The one holding me had leant back arching my back to get my feet off the floor. Now she leant forward and my feet planted themselves back on the floor. I was breathing heavily but easily through the hood the girls where laughing and joking about my fate. Well I hoped they where.
My arms where now pulled behind my back and I heard the MD’s wife. “Haven’t you got her stripped yet. Come on hurry up I want to see her running around like a stuffed chicken”. I could see-through the hood and make out people and large objects but could not always see what exactly they where doing. I felt the buttons of my tunic being undone and then it being slipped off my shoulders down my arms. Hands took over holding my wrists and the tunic was off. “I’ve heard you are partial to a stripping as opposed to stripping” the MD wife said. I thought about this after and certainly looking back on my student nurse days which I will finish writing up at some point that was a very true statement.
I was now tie-wrapped. Not just my wrists but my ankles. I really panicked and demand to know what their intentions where and to release me. I was picked around the waist and then my legs where lifted into a sitting position at the ankles. Then another person grabbed me around my waist and I was lowered to a lay position but at waist height off the ground. They began to carry me out of the room then I could tell out of the building.
I was being carried in just underwear to who knows where tie wrapped and hooded. The bright sun light outside it was an exceptional January day. They carried me across the yard to some male voices cheering. I was carried into the old shed where I could hear a congress of voices.
I was propped up against the new stranding post which prevented the forklifts from speeding out into the yard. Drivers had to slow to manoeuvre around it. I could here nemesis juniors voice. We are going to be kind to you have we have been so far by concealing your identity. You simply have to run or walk around the stack. With that my ankles where released. I could vaguely see in the dim light of the warehouse. Sufficient enough to negotiate the racks of shelving. I wasn’t going to argue thinking to do so would result in a far worse set of circumstances. It took ages to do that circuit. But eventually I managed to get all the way around. Not that it had been without its pitfalls. A few of the young boys had copped a cheek feel or pinch of my bottom and one sod had given my left boob a pinch making the sound of a old fashion car horn. I returned to cheers and wondered what next.
I should have figured that one really although it was a bright day January was still chilly and the dash back, well I say dash given I could hardly see, further chilled my already blue skin. Back in the admin office I had the hood removed and the tie wrap removed and saw a lovely cake with candles. I dressed and my closest colleagues joined us for a celebration.
My next adventure occurred the next year and was unexpected and quite the most humiliating of my life. Yet it didn’t seem to quench my liking of such naughty events.
My 18 year old daughter had decided against mine and her fathers advice to take a gap year and travel. She was doing various jobs to earn the money. She’d asked about working at the warehouse and I had dissuaded her and helped her find other more suitable opportunities. Then one day she appeared in the kitchen one morning in the company polo shirt. I was a bit harsh on her and she stormed off. All I had achieved was that she was even more determined to do the job.
Has the end of her second week approached I decided to call into the warehouse and have words with the MD’s wife. I asked her to spare my daughter’s blushes and she told me that it wasn’t her I should worry about but nemesis junior. I went to find her and asked her not to subject my daughter to the usual payment requirement. She just laughed. I left feeling very angry and determined to stop my daughter before she found herself debagged or worse.
I tried all that night to find away to start the conversation. The next morning at breakfast I fluffed it again. That night she arrived home and I was ready for the conversation before her father got home.
Well she just laughed at my attempt to get my words out. “Oh mummy dear. Gran as told me all about hers and yours little streaks” which made me blush. She further tormented me by asking me what ‘daddy’ thinks. Well hubby didn’t know about my little events and was going to. But child number one then floored me with the fact that my adventures where the talk of the working men’s club. If I had thought about this I would have realised that all the guys from the warehouse go to the local working men’s club. Hubby does to, so he must have at least heard the tales of the ware house but surely other women’s.
Daughter number one said that nemesis had told her she was spared the payment for another week because of the extra work and stock around the place making time and safety an issue for payments.
Two weeks later I was at the ware house doing health checks on new employees including my daughter. I finished the males and realised the next person was daughter number one. It came to the appointed time and no sign of her. I waited for about five minutes then decided I’d better phone over and remind her. Just at that I heard the side door go and the sound of pattering feet. It sounded unusual but my brain didn’t process the reason. I sat at my desk and fiddled and suddenly felt nervous about my daughters medical. She entered the room and I blushed. She was stood just in panties and bra. “Where are your clothes” I almost barked at her.
“Where do you think?” she replied.
“How long have you been like that?” I asked.
“Since the last guy came back. They stripped me then had me do my circuit and then the guys did their circuits with their willies on show. You should have seen it mum it was really funny. Then nemesis said I was to come here like this to show you. Since you where so concerned for them not to strip me naked”.
I comforted her not that she needed it but I did. I did the medical and then gave her a robed from back of the door. She disappeared off back to the shed where she was working.
I cleared the room and finalised my notes when I heard the unmistakable sound of the MD’s wife’s heels on the corridor floor. She appeared at the door and lent against the open frame. I looked up and in her hands she was playing with a pair of small black panties and dangling from her right hand was a black bra. My number one daughters.
“What have you done to her?” I demanded.
“Oh nothing yet. But that can change. You interfered with our fun by giving her that robe. Now she can pay for it or you can which is it”. She said.
I thought for just a moment. I couldn’t let them do whatever to my baby girl.
“Okay, what do I have to do.” I asked? She told me the basic idea and I agreed upon condition of seeing my daughter dressed first. She used the telephone to consult with nemesis and agreed.
I was son stood in my panties and bra white regulation. I followed the MD’s wife across the yard over to the admin office where I was asked if I wanted to be anonymous. I thought about it but declined. I was matched across the open yard again this time three guys seeing me and whistling. I went back into the utility block and down to the canteen. Nemesis was stood at the open door robe in hand. “She’s in here” she said. The MD’s wife gave me the underwear and I took a deep breath as I stepped in.
Number one daughter was sat obviously naked at the table in the dead centre of the room. She turned and saw me and smiled. I walked over to her and she looked me up and down. She stood and I turned away. “Oh mum you’ve seen it more times than soft Mick” I hoped that was just a figure of speech and not a reference to her rather dozy boyfriend. She dressed in her underwear and we walked back over to the door. She was led of to the shed and I was taken back to my room. My payment for her not being streaked was now to be paid.
Once naked I walked to my office door and peered out. I then stepped out and with nemesis and MD’s wife watching ran down to the entry door. This was not with out its dangers. A member of staff could appear at any time heading for the toilets. But worse a trucker from the new side could come through the wrong side of the utility unit heading for the drivers rest area.
At the end I turned back and ran back down to my office. The bitches had stitched me up go and proper. They had removed all my clothes and any thing that could conceivably cover me. I demanded my clothes back but they said that they’d send some one with them.
They disappeared leaving me stood naked. I went to the treatment table and pulled the curtain around to conceal me from any stray trucker who got this far. I sat on the table waiting. Eventually I heard the sound of feet. Shoed feet. They approached and entered the office.
“Mum” Number one daughter called out.
“Go away” I said.
“Okay but I have your clothes” she said.
“Leave them there” I said.
“I can’t” she said.
“Why not?” I said.
“Come out from behind there and you’ll see” she said.
Did I really want to she what they had done to my poor daughter.
“I’m naked” I said.
“Hello, mum, I no, I’ve got your clothes here” she said.
I sighed.
“Its not as if I never seen you naked” she said.
“NOT like this you haven’t” I said.
She just chuckled away to herself. “OH mum come on out or I’ll come in and see” she said.
“NO!” I said and breathed again and parted the curtain to peer out.
She was dressed but with her hands tie wrapped behind her back. Linked through her hands was a bag and in the bag was my clothes I assumed.
“I will kill you if you ever mention this day to anyone” I said. Then stepped out naked. She smiled and looked me up and down unnaturally I thought but then remembered how I often had sneaked a look at my mum naked doing her treats.
I got my shears and cut the tie wrap then dressed having banished her from the room and closed and locked the door.
I’d finished the set of checks planned for that day when he appeared in the medical room. “Happy Birthday” he said handing me a bunch of floors and a card. I thanked him and we chatted about things in general. He then said well I’m sure you are keen to get your treat over with as your mother was so off you go to the admin room. I was dropped jawed at his comment.
“I’m not getting my kit off for you lot anymore” I said.
“I think you will. You’re just like your mother and my wife you get some perverse kick from it” he said.
It was the first time somebody had actually said it like that to me. It made me stop and think. I did like my little episodes as I called them. But I won’t want my friends to know that. Then I realised that most of my friends except to long standing school friends had seen mean buck naked at least once.
“I’m not running around outside naked” I said.
“I thought you weren’t doing anything” he replied and I realised I’d dropped myself in.
I walked off to the admin office to file the files. His wife was stood at the reception desk and called down to me, “I’ll be there in a minute” I nodded and walked down the length of the corridor into the admin office. The three girls where waiting for me. The first grabbed me from behind trapping my arms to my body by hold my wrists and bear hugging me. She was very strong. What happened next really freaked me out. A white cloth bag was produced and put over my head, it had an elasticised open which gripped around my neck not tightly but just enough to stop it coming of no matter how violently I shuck my head.
Next I felt some hands at my waistband and my slacks being undone and then pulled down around my knees then down to my ankles. Being held as I was just off the floor. My shoes and socks where easily removed as well as my slacks. The one holding me had leant back arching my back to get my feet off the floor. Now she leant forward and my feet planted themselves back on the floor. I was breathing heavily but easily through the hood the girls where laughing and joking about my fate. Well I hoped they where.
My arms where now pulled behind my back and I heard the MD’s wife. “Haven’t you got her stripped yet. Come on hurry up I want to see her running around like a stuffed chicken”. I could see-through the hood and make out people and large objects but could not always see what exactly they where doing. I felt the buttons of my tunic being undone and then it being slipped off my shoulders down my arms. Hands took over holding my wrists and the tunic was off. “I’ve heard you are partial to a stripping as opposed to stripping” the MD wife said. I thought about this after and certainly looking back on my student nurse days which I will finish writing up at some point that was a very true statement.
I was now tie-wrapped. Not just my wrists but my ankles. I really panicked and demand to know what their intentions where and to release me. I was picked around the waist and then my legs where lifted into a sitting position at the ankles. Then another person grabbed me around my waist and I was lowered to a lay position but at waist height off the ground. They began to carry me out of the room then I could tell out of the building.
I was being carried in just underwear to who knows where tie wrapped and hooded. The bright sun light outside it was an exceptional January day. They carried me across the yard to some male voices cheering. I was carried into the old shed where I could hear a congress of voices.
I was propped up against the new stranding post which prevented the forklifts from speeding out into the yard. Drivers had to slow to manoeuvre around it. I could here nemesis juniors voice. We are going to be kind to you have we have been so far by concealing your identity. You simply have to run or walk around the stack. With that my ankles where released. I could vaguely see in the dim light of the warehouse. Sufficient enough to negotiate the racks of shelving. I wasn’t going to argue thinking to do so would result in a far worse set of circumstances. It took ages to do that circuit. But eventually I managed to get all the way around. Not that it had been without its pitfalls. A few of the young boys had copped a cheek feel or pinch of my bottom and one sod had given my left boob a pinch making the sound of a old fashion car horn. I returned to cheers and wondered what next.
I should have figured that one really although it was a bright day January was still chilly and the dash back, well I say dash given I could hardly see, further chilled my already blue skin. Back in the admin office I had the hood removed and the tie wrap removed and saw a lovely cake with candles. I dressed and my closest colleagues joined us for a celebration.
My next adventure occurred the next year and was unexpected and quite the most humiliating of my life. Yet it didn’t seem to quench my liking of such naughty events.
My 18 year old daughter had decided against mine and her fathers advice to take a gap year and travel. She was doing various jobs to earn the money. She’d asked about working at the warehouse and I had dissuaded her and helped her find other more suitable opportunities. Then one day she appeared in the kitchen one morning in the company polo shirt. I was a bit harsh on her and she stormed off. All I had achieved was that she was even more determined to do the job.
Has the end of her second week approached I decided to call into the warehouse and have words with the MD’s wife. I asked her to spare my daughter’s blushes and she told me that it wasn’t her I should worry about but nemesis junior. I went to find her and asked her not to subject my daughter to the usual payment requirement. She just laughed. I left feeling very angry and determined to stop my daughter before she found herself debagged or worse.
I tried all that night to find away to start the conversation. The next morning at breakfast I fluffed it again. That night she arrived home and I was ready for the conversation before her father got home.
Well she just laughed at my attempt to get my words out. “Oh mummy dear. Gran as told me all about hers and yours little streaks” which made me blush. She further tormented me by asking me what ‘daddy’ thinks. Well hubby didn’t know about my little events and was going to. But child number one then floored me with the fact that my adventures where the talk of the working men’s club. If I had thought about this I would have realised that all the guys from the warehouse go to the local working men’s club. Hubby does to, so he must have at least heard the tales of the ware house but surely other women’s.
Daughter number one said that nemesis had told her she was spared the payment for another week because of the extra work and stock around the place making time and safety an issue for payments.
Two weeks later I was at the ware house doing health checks on new employees including my daughter. I finished the males and realised the next person was daughter number one. It came to the appointed time and no sign of her. I waited for about five minutes then decided I’d better phone over and remind her. Just at that I heard the side door go and the sound of pattering feet. It sounded unusual but my brain didn’t process the reason. I sat at my desk and fiddled and suddenly felt nervous about my daughters medical. She entered the room and I blushed. She was stood just in panties and bra. “Where are your clothes” I almost barked at her.
“Where do you think?” she replied.
“How long have you been like that?” I asked.
“Since the last guy came back. They stripped me then had me do my circuit and then the guys did their circuits with their willies on show. You should have seen it mum it was really funny. Then nemesis said I was to come here like this to show you. Since you where so concerned for them not to strip me naked”.
I comforted her not that she needed it but I did. I did the medical and then gave her a robed from back of the door. She disappeared off back to the shed where she was working.
I cleared the room and finalised my notes when I heard the unmistakable sound of the MD’s wife’s heels on the corridor floor. She appeared at the door and lent against the open frame. I looked up and in her hands she was playing with a pair of small black panties and dangling from her right hand was a black bra. My number one daughters.
“What have you done to her?” I demanded.
“Oh nothing yet. But that can change. You interfered with our fun by giving her that robe. Now she can pay for it or you can which is it”. She said.
I thought for just a moment. I couldn’t let them do whatever to my baby girl.
“Okay, what do I have to do.” I asked? She told me the basic idea and I agreed upon condition of seeing my daughter dressed first. She used the telephone to consult with nemesis and agreed.
I was son stood in my panties and bra white regulation. I followed the MD’s wife across the yard over to the admin office where I was asked if I wanted to be anonymous. I thought about it but declined. I was matched across the open yard again this time three guys seeing me and whistling. I went back into the utility block and down to the canteen. Nemesis was stood at the open door robe in hand. “She’s in here” she said. The MD’s wife gave me the underwear and I took a deep breath as I stepped in.
Number one daughter was sat obviously naked at the table in the dead centre of the room. She turned and saw me and smiled. I walked over to her and she looked me up and down. She stood and I turned away. “Oh mum you’ve seen it more times than soft Mick” I hoped that was just a figure of speech and not a reference to her rather dozy boyfriend. She dressed in her underwear and we walked back over to the door. She was led of to the shed and I was taken back to my room. My payment for her not being streaked was now to be paid.
Once naked I walked to my office door and peered out. I then stepped out and with nemesis and MD’s wife watching ran down to the entry door. This was not with out its dangers. A member of staff could appear at any time heading for the toilets. But worse a trucker from the new side could come through the wrong side of the utility unit heading for the drivers rest area.
At the end I turned back and ran back down to my office. The bitches had stitched me up go and proper. They had removed all my clothes and any thing that could conceivably cover me. I demanded my clothes back but they said that they’d send some one with them.
They disappeared leaving me stood naked. I went to the treatment table and pulled the curtain around to conceal me from any stray trucker who got this far. I sat on the table waiting. Eventually I heard the sound of feet. Shoed feet. They approached and entered the office.
“Mum” Number one daughter called out.
“Go away” I said.
“Okay but I have your clothes” she said.
“Leave them there” I said.
“I can’t” she said.
“Why not?” I said.
“Come out from behind there and you’ll see” she said.
Did I really want to she what they had done to my poor daughter.
“I’m naked” I said.
“Hello, mum, I no, I’ve got your clothes here” she said.
I sighed.
“Its not as if I never seen you naked” she said.
“NOT like this you haven’t” I said.
She just chuckled away to herself. “OH mum come on out or I’ll come in and see” she said.
“NO!” I said and breathed again and parted the curtain to peer out.
She was dressed but with her hands tie wrapped behind her back. Linked through her hands was a bag and in the bag was my clothes I assumed.
“I will kill you if you ever mention this day to anyone” I said. Then stepped out naked. She smiled and looked me up and down unnaturally I thought but then remembered how I often had sneaked a look at my mum naked doing her treats.
I got my shears and cut the tie wrap then dressed having banished her from the room and closed and locked the door.
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