Sorry about the break the kids arrived home unexpectedly.
My belt dropped to the floor with a Clang. My arms where locked by my side in place with rota cuff locked against itself. This made resisting a little painful so I soon stopped. The pupil nurse now went for my zipper and it was soon don to the bottom of the dress. My bra clip was her next target and it was son undone. Although nothing of me was on show except my bare back I already felt naked. My stomach had been in knots since I realised what they where going to do to me. I was worried about being naked but only in the sense of it being improper. I had been naked changing in the changing room after a shower on a couple of occasions. Well naked with a towel wrapped around me.
The pupil nurse now unveiled me. She pulled my dress complete with bra straps and bra down to my waste. I screeched rather than screamed. My boobs where clearly out on show. They where reflected in the inky black glass of the window. I suddenly thought about this who could see what. Although the glass was frosted and during the day you could not see out or in I wasn't now sure sure of that. I couldn't see out but could people make out my naked torso.
The pupil nurse now went for my underwear up my dress. She soon located the waistband of my tights and began to pull them down. I now started struggling again but even the flaying with my feet caused my body to move against the locked shoulders and hurt me so I stopped and consigned myself to my fate. The nylons and white panties where soon down and around my ankles. The pupil nurse command my assistance and when it wasn't forthcoming quick enough the arms where tweaked causing an immediate intake of breath and a fully compliance with the instruction to lifted my feet. All I could do whilst this lower striping was going on was look at my naked boobs and the two third years looking at them in the ink black glass. Soon I was naked below but shield by the dress and bra which was around my waist. The third years now had to figure out how to release me without letting go completely so that the dress and bra could be removed. They soon figured it out and I was now stood there naked black mop and bush seeming even blacker against my pale white skin and ruby red nipples. Which where hard. I can remember feeling warm and wet and worrying about the girls thinking I was in some way a lesbian.
The two student nurses turned me around to face the door. "Okay into the bath with her" the lead third year said. "No. Not so fast. I have other plans". The pupil nurse said. She turned towards the door and opened it. I immediately started to panic. Surely she wasn't going to have me naked on the ward.
"Mr Jackson" she called out.
"NO. Please no. Not a man" I cried. I'd never been seen my a man not even my father, brother or a doctor. The third years said. "No that's to cruel".
"Well she'll know what I felt like when she stripped me in front.." she didn't finish Mr Jackson appeared at the door and immediately beam a massively big smile as he saw all of my nakedness. I just blushed tip to toe and went white as a feather at the same time. My stomach just cramped and through up into my throat. At the same time some other part of yippeed. That part seemed more concern that Mr Jackson liked what he saw rather than the fact that he was seeing it.
"Very, very nice. I love young women and you are a women as opposed to a girl. Now let me have a look at the plump little botty" he said. It wasn't plump but I knew what he meant in was as my hubby says spank able, deliciously spank able.
They turned me. And I looked over my shoulder because I went to make sure he was appreciating it. He was.
"Right that enough get her in." The lead third year said and I was hoisted up and dunked head in first so that I had to turn fully in the water. This made sure I got well and truly soaked.
The water was very pleasant. I lie of course. It was like a million little ants biting you all at once. It took my breath away and by the time I should I was in convulsion shivering. My chest was in pain and I had to forcefully breath. Cold air now rushed into my lungs to finish the chill and caused a section spasm in my lungs. It really does hurt. I've been dunk a further three times since then and all I can say is that the memory is less worse than the reality but the memory scares you to death before you go in. You'd do anything to avoid a dunking. I have done some pretty shameful and hilarious things to avoid a dunking.
My belt dropped to the floor with a Clang. My arms where locked by my side in place with rota cuff locked against itself. This made resisting a little painful so I soon stopped. The pupil nurse now went for my zipper and it was soon don to the bottom of the dress. My bra clip was her next target and it was son undone. Although nothing of me was on show except my bare back I already felt naked. My stomach had been in knots since I realised what they where going to do to me. I was worried about being naked but only in the sense of it being improper. I had been naked changing in the changing room after a shower on a couple of occasions. Well naked with a towel wrapped around me.
The pupil nurse now unveiled me. She pulled my dress complete with bra straps and bra down to my waste. I screeched rather than screamed. My boobs where clearly out on show. They where reflected in the inky black glass of the window. I suddenly thought about this who could see what. Although the glass was frosted and during the day you could not see out or in I wasn't now sure sure of that. I couldn't see out but could people make out my naked torso.
The pupil nurse now went for my underwear up my dress. She soon located the waistband of my tights and began to pull them down. I now started struggling again but even the flaying with my feet caused my body to move against the locked shoulders and hurt me so I stopped and consigned myself to my fate. The nylons and white panties where soon down and around my ankles. The pupil nurse command my assistance and when it wasn't forthcoming quick enough the arms where tweaked causing an immediate intake of breath and a fully compliance with the instruction to lifted my feet. All I could do whilst this lower striping was going on was look at my naked boobs and the two third years looking at them in the ink black glass. Soon I was naked below but shield by the dress and bra which was around my waist. The third years now had to figure out how to release me without letting go completely so that the dress and bra could be removed. They soon figured it out and I was now stood there naked black mop and bush seeming even blacker against my pale white skin and ruby red nipples. Which where hard. I can remember feeling warm and wet and worrying about the girls thinking I was in some way a lesbian.
The two student nurses turned me around to face the door. "Okay into the bath with her" the lead third year said. "No. Not so fast. I have other plans". The pupil nurse said. She turned towards the door and opened it. I immediately started to panic. Surely she wasn't going to have me naked on the ward.
"Mr Jackson" she called out.
"NO. Please no. Not a man" I cried. I'd never been seen my a man not even my father, brother or a doctor. The third years said. "No that's to cruel".
"Well she'll know what I felt like when she stripped me in front.." she didn't finish Mr Jackson appeared at the door and immediately beam a massively big smile as he saw all of my nakedness. I just blushed tip to toe and went white as a feather at the same time. My stomach just cramped and through up into my throat. At the same time some other part of yippeed. That part seemed more concern that Mr Jackson liked what he saw rather than the fact that he was seeing it.
"Very, very nice. I love young women and you are a women as opposed to a girl. Now let me have a look at the plump little botty" he said. It wasn't plump but I knew what he meant in was as my hubby says spank able, deliciously spank able.
They turned me. And I looked over my shoulder because I went to make sure he was appreciating it. He was.
"Right that enough get her in." The lead third year said and I was hoisted up and dunked head in first so that I had to turn fully in the water. This made sure I got well and truly soaked.
The water was very pleasant. I lie of course. It was like a million little ants biting you all at once. It took my breath away and by the time I should I was in convulsion shivering. My chest was in pain and I had to forcefully breath. Cold air now rushed into my lungs to finish the chill and caused a section spasm in my lungs. It really does hurt. I've been dunk a further three times since then and all I can say is that the memory is less worse than the reality but the memory scares you to death before you go in. You'd do anything to avoid a dunking. I have done some pretty shameful and hilarious things to avoid a dunking.
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