The Ship Builders Tales – (Senior SEN's Punishment Shower) by George

It was mid September, a Thursday, I was working a late with sister, and senior staff. Vicky the older SEN was on duty as well. Strangely none of the students had been rotated on. Sister had been well peculiar all day. She kept preventing me from stacking the laundry supplies, one of my normal routine jobs, we’d even laughed over some of the lengths she’d gone to, to stop me. Night sister came on very early and took the handover without the rest of the night staff. Then the night staff was late. The senior staff came up to me quietly and said, “Don’t rush off, you’ll be needed” Eventually the night staff arrived but before we could go sister now insisted on me and the older SEN Vicky putting the laundry away. I was very confused, and to be truthful a little miffed. I was tied after a long shift; I could have put the laundry away countless times. Vicky was even more miffed than me. She wanted to know why sister, and both staffs where upset with her, she said she’d not done anything she was aware of to offend anyone of them never mine all three. Laundry away Vicky and I headed off for the changing rooms. As we got to the edge of the ward night sister called Vicky back to the telephone, so I left to change and go home.

I walked down the stairs and headed for the changing room at the far end of the corridor. Sister was waiting at the end and beckon me forward then said, “Come on, hurry, run, before Vicky comes”. I jogged up to her and she pushed me into the female changing rooms.

Some background and geography is needed here. Our hospital was a women’s hospital. Only female patients where admitted. There was a pre-labour ward, a labour ward, a post labour ward, and a nursery, and a SICNBU for premature babies. A female general surgery ward, a day surgery unit, a gynaecology ward, two medical wards, our geriatric ward, and then in two separate buildings a psychiatric unit, outpatients, teenage girl unit including a new mothers unit, physiotherapy, x-ray, occupational therapy, and all the admin officers.

I explain this to account for the fact that there was only a female changing room. My so-called changing room was the main utility room. It contained all the master electric switches, the piped gas valves, and the water valves. An area had been set aside with a table and chairs, and a few lockers. The porters and trade staff would use it when on site. Porters would come on at eight in the morning and go of around eight in the evening so I would have it to myself most of the time when changing. It had no toilets or showers. I missed not being able to shower at the end of a shift. In the yards you always showered before going home, it was such a habit that even when off, at the right time I’d go and have a shower just out of habit.

Now the female changing rooms where in effect built around this utility room. I’ll do my best to describe the geography. You entered the changing rooms by a single door from the corridor that led to a very small antechamber. A set of double doors led into the main changing/locker room. It would be about 25 feet by 15 feet. The 25 feet would run off immediately to your left, and too your right there was another set of double doors which led to the smaller changing room, for sisters. 15 feet away at the other end of that wall was another single door, which led to a short corridor, which ran to the shower room. This shower room was situated immediately behind, and also down the far side of the utility room I used to change. The shower room was an inverted L-shape the bit missing to make it rectangular was the utility room. To complete the geography for accurateness, a door down from the utility room led to another small antechamber then directly into the shower room. This door was always kept locked.

Once inside the changing room properly I was greeted briefly, as sister pushed me towards the door to the corridor, which ran down to the shower room, by senior staff and three third year student nurses. These would be on the third year night’s allocation on surgery and medical wards. “Stand here,” sister said to me when we where in the corridor “You’ll be able to see everything. Make sure you’re in the shower room opposite the double doors when we come through the sisters changing room,” and quickly disappeared back to the main changing room. The door closed and I took up position behind it looking through the porthole window.

At the end of this short corridor was an opening. It once had a door, but this had been taken away along time ago to be repaired and never brought back, the hinge holes and lock hole where still to be seen. When you entered beyond this point you stepped out into a large open area with a concrete floor. Immediately to your right was a set of double doors from the sister’s locker room, beyond them making the L-shape was the tiled back wall of the utility room. Immediately opposite you was four toilet stalls. Each had a strong wooden door, and the partition walls where tiled covered brick. The Victorian basins where served by high-level cisterns which flushed by pulling a chain. There was a wide-open gap between the end of the utility wall and the wall of the last stall, which give access to the bathing and showering area. There where two big bathtubs, then four private shower rooms, these had been toilet stalls at one point I think but had been converted to small shower room. At the end of this area to the right was the door to the antechamber. Next to it and running for a good 15 feet was a communal shower, rather like those found in swimming pools, with that standard sandy rough tile surface on wall and floor.

Sister and staff disappeared out of sight into the sisters’ changing rooms. I could just to say see the back of the student nurses as they looked into the sisters’ changing room. I could here through the wall the sound of locker doors; from the students I heard some little laughter and the occasional congratulatory comments and wondered what was going on. I began to wonder what the show was going to hold for me. Then my thoughts turned to the fact that I was stood in the female changing rooms. What would happen if some other female came in? There I’d be, she’d see me, call out “Peeping Tom” and I’d be hauled off in front of the beak. This got my nerves tingling and I was thinking perhaps I should slip off quietly and began to wonder if that other door could be opened from the inside.

What stopped me was my earlier thought that had been invaded by the thought of being discovered and arrested as a voyeur. I’d being trying to get my head around why the women did this. I had a chance here to observe a woman being stripped and hopefully see her reactions to it without her knowing I was around so that it would be her natural reaction when just being stripped by the girls. Would I find that they where just as horrified as when I was present. Or was it more the case of no big deal. Or even, and I was beginning to wonder about this, I think, before that night, but have certainly pondered it hard ever since the punishment shower, that they actually like it in some weird way. Perhaps it was even, and this thought probably wasn’t in my mind at that time, sexual.

So there I was stood looking through the window. I heard the double doors go but could not see who entered. There was then a shriek, followed by an “aahH” and although I could not see who had entered I suspected and recognised it to be the older SEN Vicky. “NO!” came a clear voice, then “NO…(at which point Vicky came into view, her arms held twisted behind her back by the taller two third years)…you have no cause”. “Please whatever it is you’re mistaken” the SEN went on. She had her back to me so I could watch without her seeing me. “Please let’s talk” she squealed trying to wriggle free from the grip of the two students.

“Get her down,” said senior staff. The spare third year put her knee into the back of the knee of the SEN and she buckle and crashed to the ground, the two other third years guiding her down. They pushed her forward so that she was now face down on the floor. I had to stand on tiptoes to see to the bottom of her feet. She was kicking like mad trying to make contact with anything or more likely anyone. The third years where far to practised at pinning first years down by now to be easily overpower by a SEN. “Right strip her” sister’s voice said. I was unable to see her or staff. “How far do you want us to go” the spare third year asked. “I just said didn’t I, strip her” sister snapped. Sister seemed very angry. Which was a surprise because she’d seemed perfectly all right with me all day. I then began to think that Vicky must have done something to annoy or upset her. The third year still confirmed the instruction, “Your sure, starkers?” “We’re not pupil nurses any more are we Vicky, we’re a grown woman, and grown woman get stripped completely, you should be thank full that its late and we can’t be bothered or we’d shave your pubes too”. This more than anything confirmed sister’s anger and rage towards the older SEN and made sister’s instructions clear. Has she’d been completing them the student had already removed Vicky’s shoes and was busy pull down the zip of her dress to her belt. She couldn’t pull the zip any further with the belt on so she started to tug it around the SEN’s waist to unbuckle it. Once unbuckled she pulled one end away over Vicky’s back but left it trapped beneath her. She then completed the pulling of the zip. The green dresses of the SEN’s meant they could get away with colourful underwear. I knew this from the odd glimpse when lifting patients, or they sat on beds for meetings. The older SEN had on a purple bra. It was back fastening and otherwise looked quite plain and ordinary from the back. The third years that were holding Vicky’s arms now used their free hands to pull the dress off her shoulders revealing more of the bra.

“Please why are you doing this” Vicky begged. “Why, I thought that would be obvious” sister said in a very gruff voice. “Please staff tell me, please, I’m sure I can explain” Vicky protested. “Well you thought it was so funny that me, staff, and sister where seen naked by Frank and you got away with it we thought we’d teach you a lesson”. “Please no, not a punishment shower. We agreed we’d not do them anymore” the SEN pleaded seeming to know her fate. “As, I recall, you where against us repelling them, since you invented them and got off on given them”, sister said.

This was the first time I’d heard the nurses talking about their antic so directly like that. That some of them got off on doing them, to the others. I knew that there where plenty of rumours about certain staff being lesbian and others bi-sexual. But could these pranks have some sexual motive. I suddenly felt very unsure of my act of voyeurism. It seemed wrong that I was watching this without Vicky’s knowledge. I was far to tired to worry about it to much, I was struggling to keep my eyes open as it was, mental effort would have closed me down. I found myself yawning, and trying to stay awake despite the fact that a fairly beautiful woman was being stripped completed naked in front of me.

The students now placed their free hands on Vicky’s wrist, which where held behind her back by their other hands, from above so that the dress’ sleeves where trapped between the two hands. Now by moving their first hands they could allow the dress’ sleeves to be removed by the other student without Vicky being released. The dress’ top was just under Vicky’s breast line. The spare student nurse now pulled the dress down, Vicky trying to push her body hard into the ground to stop her, but to no avail. It was moved firstly to her waistline, then off over her bottom, revealing the purple panties beneath the tights to match the bra. The underwear was smooth sheen nylon. Very well cut to fit snugly the orbs of her bottom. The dress was now pulled down and off the SEN’s legs despite, or even aided by her kicking. She was still pleading, now directly to the student nurses to be released.

“Come on this is taking to long” sister said, “Get her stripped”. The third year now reached for the SEN’s tights and pushed her hands in. “Oh please, oh don’t” Vicky pleaded but to no avail. The student pushed the nylon down and gathered the older SEN’s knickers with them. “NO!” she cried as the third year quite roughly pushed the tights and purple panties down over Vicky’s hips then forced then off over her bum against the force of her weight trying to keep them tight to the floor. “Owww, that hurts” Vicky said as the nylons where forced from under her, I imaging giving her a friction burn. Her naked bottom was now on show. It wobbled like a delicious jelly. It was well padded, not that Vicky was fat she just had a well-padded big arse compared to the rest of her frame. I would have liked that over my lap I thought, not that I was in any way inclined to spanking. The nylons where pulled down and off her feet. Vicky had stopped fighting; saving her energy for whatever was coming next. I think she had conceded the stripping. “Get the bra off her and then its into the showers with her” staff’s voice said. The third year reach up for her bra clip and undid it. The other two then reached down, the SEN said, “Wait” and raised her body up so that they could pull her bra up without it hurting. They pulled it off her arms and flung it away. Vicky now lay naked. Her lightly fading tanned body glowed under the strip lighting, no pun intended. I could see just a hint of pink between her slightly spread legs.

“Right get her up” staff shouted and the third years pulled her up still back to me and sister and staff. What happen next took my breath away. Sister and staff appeared. What you might ask was it about that that took my breath away. Well sister was wearing a lovely shinny black bikini, the type with a halter neck and two ear like tassels, which dropped down from the stitched knot, which kept the two cups together as one top. Her bikini bottoms where a brief style. Staff wore a maroon, itsy bitsy bikini, with a white line around the top’s cups and bottom’s waistband. It barely concealed her breasts, and left must of her bottom on show. They looked great. It was this that caused me to stir both physically and mentally. “Turn her around,” shouted sister, and the third years pulled her around. I leant a little way back just in case she caught a glimpse of me. But she was struggling to hard and concentrating on what was going on in her immediate area to notice anything or anyone else looking at her naked breasts, and pubic patch. “Right” said sister, “Time for the shower”. “Please, please, I‘ve learnt my lesson, I’ll have my birthday bath with Frank next year” I thought to myself, “I think your in for it much sooner than that love” I then felt a little tug of guilt for thinking such a terrible thought. Staff went to one side of Vicky and sister to the other; they raised her off the ground to carry her. “Right open the doors for us” sister said to the spare third year nurse. This was my cue. I ran along the corridor, into the shower room and positioned myself opposite the double doors between it and the sister’s changing room.

I stood waiting for the entrance. I was breathing heavily. Not just from the little run along the short corridor. The excitement of seeing Vicky stripped, then looking at her most ample naked bottom. Then her being stood up. I had the briefest of memories of her frontal nakedness, but I was sure I was about to get a really good look.

The double doors crashed open. Vicky was in mid plea. “Please can’t we…(they burst through the door) …work this out” Vicky was saying looking up at sister who in order to come through the door had turn inwards to Vicky’s central line, as had staff for the same reason. Vicky now seemed to freeze. The group took one more step to be fully in the room allowing the doors to swing back. Vicky slowly turned her head. She looked right at me. The colour drained from her face to be immediately replaced by a bright red glow. Her mouth dropped open. She bucked, trying frantically to get free and cover her naked body. “You fucking bitches, he can see everything,” Vicky screamed, the echo reverberating off the shower room walls. “Let me go please, you can’t its two humiliating in front of Frank” tears where rolling down her face, I nearly stepped in to call a halt but then I noticed what had been staring me in the face for the last 10 seconds. Her keel shaped breasts, which where alabaster smooth had the hugest brown nipples I’d ever seem. They were quite impressive by them selves, some woman would be proud to have them as breasts. I’d never seen such large round nipples, they seem to fill a good quarter of her breasts, in the middle was the bud part, it was like a doorstop, really, I’ve seen smaller doorstops. She was definitely getting off on this. Her pussy, which due to her legs being pulled mercilessly apart by sister and staff was fully on show, was puffed up like a large pink fluffy pillow. It was glistening with juices running over its engorged lips which where gapping open. She had the most, well; it was if she had a little penis rather than a clitoris. I’d heard of this condition, two much testosterone in the blood supply when she was being conceived. She was Amazonian. Her black bush was a wild wiry forest. It would have taken a lawnmower to deal with it, and it was obvious that she did in deed regularly shave, and wax it. She obviously shaved her armpits regularly you could she the mid-night black stubble shadow. This was a really treat. I’d never imagined she’d look like this, and I’d imagined often.

Sister and staff now spoke like a double act one after the other. “Well Frank what do you think of her tits” sister said. “There great!” I said. “And her pussy can you see everything or shall we spread her more” staff said puling the leg she was holding as she did. “Please know, Frank don’t look, not like that” Vicky said mournfully. “No Frank do look like that, have a bloody good look” sister said. “Please sister, its far more horrid than I thought it would be” Vicky said. “Well, did you know Frank that it was this little bitch, (Vicky tried to pull her legs closed, it was taking all four woman effort to keep Vicky up and on show) you dare close your legs and I’ll tie you butt naked to the front fence for the world to see. Did you know Frank it was this ugly, fat, pussy (neither adjective was a true evaluation of what I was looking at) that talked me, us, into allowing you to see all of all of us, then as the nerve when she’d avoided it, to bragged” sister said in a bit of a tirade. I was curious at what she said given that I hadn’t plan to stay employed as a nurse, and only at best her, senior staff, and Vicky would have had birthdays while I was covering for the sick auxiliary and have been seen by me, but perhaps that was the all of us, the others only coming into play when unexpectedly I returned.

“Well Frank have you seen enough for now or do you want to look at her ugly, fat pussy and tits some more” sister said. “Please sister don’t say those things they hurt more than Franks eyes,” Vicky said. I’d systematically looked at every inch of her; she’d followed my gaze with her own. She new exactly what I was looking at, she would blush with the knowledge of what I was seeing, that would cause a reaction on her body which I would react to very visibly through my thin white cotton uniform trousers. “Yes, I’ve had my fill for now” I said. They dropped her legs and the two third years pulled her up straight. “Turn her around let Frank have a look at her fat arse”. The third years spun her around. It was, as said, a very ample arse. It just called out to be felt but I resisted. “Bring her into the shower room” sister said and the third year led her off with me following.

I have to now back track a bit. I’ve concentrated on telling you about Vicky, but I had two other great looking women to voyeur, in just bikinis. They obviously deliberately dressed that way, I doubted it was for my pleasure; it obviously had something to do with a punishment shower. They where dressed to get wet. I could view quite a bit of sister and staff dressed like that. Both had lovely legs in different ways. Sister’s where very muscular, firm, they carried a little extra but enough to make her upper thighs sculptured, as apposed to in any way fat. There was a little hint of cellulite but obviously sister was on top of this. Sister’s feet where very remarkable, they were much longer than I expected. They where softly rounded as apposed to bony and hard. They had their toenails painted, which now seeing them again I remembered from her bathing. That day they where a sought of purple, today they where pink. The one thing that all this striping had done for me was to make me really look at woman, not just the three obvious bits, but also every bit. I began to notice little scars and wondered what tale lay behind them. Sister’s scar on the abdomen was in a curious place. Her belly button was pulled down because of the scar, and was crater like; it seemed to go in much further than it would naturally. Her breasts although covered where well supported, nice firm round, and wobbling like little jellies due to the fighting that SEN was putting up. Her arms because of lifting where very toned. Her hair as always was in a ponytail and I wondered what it would look like down. She had a pleasant face, her nose, matched her race if I can put it that way, since I’m not quite sure in these PC days how to say it. Her surname was Rymer.

Staff-nurse on the other hand as I have said before was all skin and bones. At 27, except for the younger auxiliary she was the youngest on the ward. She was also the tallest by about an inch or two, the older SEN just being shorter than her. I would say they both where around 5ft 10 to 11 inches, a good bit shorter than me, at 6 ft 2 inches. That’s not to say her long legs weren’t very much appreciated because they where. Her bikini bottoms, where the shortest cut, I’d seen to that date, not a thong but not far off, revealing for my delight most of her bottom cheeks. Which quivered with the exertion of holding the struggling SEN. What was more interesting was that her top had been knocked in the struggle and I could see her nipple pointing out. She seemed unaware of this. It wasn’t erect, not even a little firm, just normal; it was nice to see it naturally. Her small domed breasts where nothing in comparison to the marvels that I was looking at on the naked SEN. Her brown hair not kept in place by her hat was nicely flowing but needed a comb.

They carried Vicky into the communal shower. The students had handed her over to staff and sister. They’d pinned Vicky down by her out stretched arms. She was flat on her back. She’d closed her legs but I could still see her pussy lips swelling out. She tried to turn her lower body and raise her knees to further conceal her private area. “That’s right turn over, give Frank a good look at your arse, and I bet that ugly crack of yours too” sister said. It was true enough that when she rolled like she was I could she her pussy from the rear. She now turned flat on her back and was I think planning to bring her legs up to shield her breasts from view but then realised what this would do. She seemed then to resign herself to having her breasts on show, and the most tantalising glimpse of her pussy through the gorgeous thick black mop of hair.

“Right” said staff. “No, please, no, don’t” the SEN pleaded. Then the jet of water hit her smack on the pussy area. The powerful hose jet must have hurt such a tender part of her body. It caused her to completely lose her concentration and made her loosen the tight squeezing of the legs that she’d been doing to conceal her privates. For when the jet moved off to hit her breasts I could now clearly see her pussy. Now wet for other reasons but because of the coldness of the water red raw. She was thrashing about which just made her legs kick widely, she was truly screaming because of the power of the jet and its coldness; I could feel the ice stood where I was. “No, no” she said through gulps, as the jet would hit her face, then her pussy then her tits, then abdomen, then the student nurse wheedling it sprayed her legs and arms at sisters request. “Right, stop a moment” staff said. The nurse turned the control arm at the hose end. Water was running to the central grate the volume surprised me, she most have been hit by gallons. Vicky just lay there shivering, like a drowned rat. She looked mournfully up at me. Sister and staff turned her over, and now pinned her down. A nod and the water jet hit Vicky’s bottom, she screamed.

Stood there I felt really sorry for Vicky I could see why this was punishment. How could anyone physically or mentally survive this? The one thought after all these years, which still makes my stomach tighten is how did these woman allow me to see so much, and they experience it without it seemingly to cause any long-term problems. She was blasted head to toe again and again, with special concentration on her bottom. This was really red raw. “Stop” said staff and the water was turned off. Sister and staff turned the SEN over and I could see just how raw and cold she was. Her nipples were absolutely solid, but her pussy had contracted and looked angry.

“Frank in that first cubical there’s a bucket, and a kettle of boiling water, top the bucket up so its nice and warm and bring it here” sister said. “NO, please no sister, not Frank, let the students do it” Vicky plead. “Oh no girl, it was your idea for Frank to see us all being washed, and I think you conspired with staff to have him wash me. You are going to find out what its like to have a strange men come at your naked tits, pussy, and arse with a soapy sponge”. “Please staff, he didn’t wash you, if you knew what it was like you’d save me”. “If I knew what it was like, I’d have a whole gang of porters do it to you”. The students all laughed.

I fetched the bucket, after toping it up with the kettle. Sister checked the water. “Oh that’s going to really smart” she said. Then I worked it out. “Right, be good and it won’t be so bad” sister said. “Right Frank get her tits nice and soapy” sister said. Vicky looked up at me pleadingly slowly moving her head from side to side. Has I reached forward with the soapy warm sponge she closed her eyes. “OHHHHH” she exploded when the sponge touched. “That’s fucking awfully you bitches” she screamed. “Give them a good, good wash Frank for that”. I was truly sorry for what I did that night Vicky was obviously in physical, mental, and emotional pain. Why didn’t I stop it? Hell I don’t know. It was just required; it was what the situation demand. No, I have no excuse for the torture I put that poor woman through that night. “Right Frank, get her pussy done” staff said. I re-armed the sponge. Vicky clasped her legs tight but sister signalled to the students. They came over and pulled Vicky’s legs apart. “Splash our uniforms and you’ll get this every shift for a month”, the lead student said, and I for one believed her.

Legs now spread and held I could see once more very clearly and really up close her large wonderful pussy. The legs being pulled allow it to open naturally. It was pink, no sign of juices or arousal, just cold rawness. It was the first time I’d wash a vagina whilst being able to look at it. I slapped the sponge down and Vicky bucked and withered. “OH, that stings” she said and I ignored it and washed her roughly. That wasn’t deliberate on my part; I was somewhat out of control. I just wanted this terrible thing over. Her pussy washed sister had be wash the rest of her front. The white soapsuds really made the red rawness of her skin burn into your eyes.

They now turned Vicky over. The students once again pulled her legs wide open. This allowed me a good clear look at her pussy from another angle. I made contact with her bottom and soaped it. Vicky “OHed” and “AHed” she clenched her cheeks and bucked her body. I pushed the sponge down between her legs. “OHhhhhh you’ve done that once” she said rather like a little child. “You know the rules, if we can see it we can wash it” staff said. Sister had me now soap all of her back and right down SEN’s legs. She looked like a badly made snowman, sorry snowwoman.

“Right” said sister “Do you want it easy or hard?” “Please sister just let me shower?” Vicky said. “Have you truly learned your lesson?” staff asked. “Yes” Vicky said. “So, how are you going to prove it to us?” Sister asked. “Please I’ll do anything,” Vicky said. “Fine” said sister, “When we release you, you can stand, make sure you don’t cover anything. In fact you can give Frank here a good long look of your body until he’s satisfied. Then you can shower. If your good Frank might even go to the ward for you and get a towel”.

They released the older SEN’s wrists and ankles and she slowly stood up. Still back to me she looked over her shoulder. I could see from her stance that she was lightly covering her breasts and pubic area. “No covering” said sister. She moved her hands away, “Put them on your head, so your not tempted” staff said. Vicky look absolutely dejected and raised her arms onto her head. She now slowly turned around. What an absolute picture she was. The white of the soap in stark contrast to the pink raw flesh beneath, the large brown nipples, which seemed to be even larger than my short-term memory, remembered them. Her thick black bush, and yes, the clear sign that her clitoris, which had been subdued by the hose, was once more reactive. I just stared at her. I wondered how long this could last. I felt strange myself as if I’d gone through hell to arrive in heaven. We just stared at each other. Initially Vicky was a defiant, eye straight into mine. But as my eyes roamed around her naked body she must have been feeling the shame again to be being seen by a work colleague completely and utterly naked. I coughed and looked away as self-consciousness pricked me. “I thinks that’s find,” I said.

“Okay into the shower, you three better get back to your wards thank sisters’ for me” sister said to the students. Vicky went under one of the shower nozzles and turned the water on. She jumped back when the initial cold jet hit her. She put her hand under until the warm water ran through then stepped underneath to rinse off the soap. I stood and watched. “Stay under there and make sure Frank gets a good all round look until we return” sister said. Her and staff disappeared into a private shower cubical and after just enough time to take off a bikini I heard the sound of more running water.

Vicky was washing the soap off her body. She was angled away from me bent over with one leg forward of the other running her hands up and down her leg to wash off the soap. The bobbing action was making her breasts bob. It was a delicious sight. She would from time to time turn her head to me and smile. She changed legs and completed the same interesting cleaning process. She then stood up straight turned her back to me (stood so that her right arm was to the shower wall) and stepped past the shower spray so that it hit and cleaned her bottom of soap. She then washed her bottom with her hands, she checked periodically by looking over her shoulder to see if I was still watching. She now turned into the shower so the water splashed down her front. She washed her face, and then turned to me so I could once more see breasts and her pubic area. She shook her head, opened her eyes and walked slowly over to the bucket she bent over giving me that wonderful straight on view of her gravity defying breasts. She took the soap bar from the bucket and turns and walked back to the shower jet.

She stood facing me and began to wash herself in the shower stream using the soap bar to re-lathering her body. She closed her eyes as she obviously pleasured herself. This was a really strange turn up for the books. She was making love to me; this was an overt, OTT act. I wondered briefly, just for a fleeting moment if she expected something from me. But then the thought of her husband who I knew by sight from the yard crossed my mind. She run her hands over her breasts and opening her eyes ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. She smiled acknowledging the beet red blush, which filled my face. She now lean forward just a little and soaped between her legs. I saw her finger probed her own sex. She then stood straight and jiggled her breasts and turned full back into the shower to rinse. The spell was broken, she was just showering again now no sex involved, and she would look over occasionally to see what I was doing.

The bolt on one of the shower room’s door clanked and sister clip-clopped across the concrete floor to me. “Has she been trying to seduce you” sister asked. I nodded not taking my eyes off the naked nurse. “Little tart” sister said as I heard staff leaving her cubical both now being dressed for home. “Okay, you can finish now you little minx” sister said returning to her normal self, that is she was no longer angry with the SEN. Vicky turn off the shower and came over to the entrance, she walked calmly and casually not covering. “Okay put your hands on your head and stay like that until Frank returns with your towel” sister said. “Off you go Frank”.

I took one last look then left for the ward and the laundry room to recover a towel. Night sister collared me and wanted to know what they’d done to the SEN. I told her quickly wanting to be back with the towel but she and the other night staff did a job of detaining me for some 10 minutes. Poor Vicky as I rushed back I could imaging her stood there hands on head. Dry by now I thought she’s probably dressed and gone. As I approached the shower room door it was open, wedged with a wooden chock. I went in thinking that would be quicker, I crossed the anteroom in two paces pushed open the inner door and walk along the sidewall of the communal shower, which hid Vicky from view. As I got to the end and turned I wondered if she would be there. She was quite naked still but covering her bits and pieces.

“Please Frank don’t say I covered?” she asked pleadingly. “It’s okay I won’t,” I said handing her the towel. She took it and wrapped herself in it. “She you in the morning. (Then realising she was going off duty after today) No Tuesday” I said. “Don’t go Frank stay with me until I’ve dried and walk me to my car” Vicky said the girls didn’t like cross the hospital once it had turn dark, it was now nearly 11 o’clock. “Okay I’ll wait for you outside” I said. “No! I mean, please I don’t mind you staying. Talk to me” Vicky said. I moved off around the wall and lent against it to give her some privacy. I could hear her rubbing away drying. “Have you told your wife about our little games” she asked. “Just about sister and staff, she’s only just talking to me again,” I said. “Oh Frank, did we get you into trouble” Vicky said. “No! I did that all by myself,” I said and Vicky giggled. She was back to being her pleasant self. “Will you tell your hubby about tonight?” I asked. “Oh, yes, he loves it when I’m all sexed up”. “Here” the older SEN said her arm reaching out with the towel dangling from her hand. “You better put it down the chute”.

“Aren’t you going to need it whilst you go and get dressed” I said. “Seems pointless Frank you’ve (then stepping out of the shower cubical naked into my sight once more) seen more of me than my hubby,” she said with a cheeky smile. I took the towel and worked over to the laundry chute, which dropped the towel to the basement collection skip. Quite naked and not at least bothered it seemed about me seeing she crossed to the end of the utility room wall. I followed after her watching the wobble of her bottom. We crossed to the double doors of the sisters changing room. Vicky shook them the sound of the rattle reverberating around the empty shower room. “Nuts! The bitch as locked them. (Then turning to me) How did you get back in”? “The door from the main corridor was open,” I said.

Vicky looked dejected and curiously, since until that moment everything had been on show, she now covered her breasts with her right arm and her pubic area with a left. “They want me to streak the corridor,” she said. I chuckled, “Sorry” I said. She sniffed. “I’ve do it before” then pausing and thinking, “Twice!” “I check the side door from the corridor,” I said. “Don’t bother it will be locked” she said. “Never the less” I said as I disappeared into the little corridor my voice echoing in the confined space, “I’ll check” but she was right it was locked.

“Frank would you go and get my stuff form my locker and bring it to me” the SEN said with a hint of sexual wile. “Okay” I said looking at her. I walked off back through the shower room out into the corridor then along to the female changing room. Her uniform and under things where still scattered as they had been left. Collected them up then realised that if I took her them she’d have to come back and change. I was really tied and wanted to be home. Besides the misses would by now be fuming and I was looking at the Spanish inquisition. I looked in her dress pocket for the locker key, and found it. It took a while to find her locker. Each had a ward name on them and then the nurse’s surname. The wards weren’t group together. I returned with her purple underwear, tights, outdoor shoes, a blouse, and skirt, and a short jacket. I’d expected her to be waiting near the sisters’ changing room but she had walked back through to the shower area. When I came through the door I was quite shocked. She was stood facing the inner door at the end of the communal shower wall. That wasn’t the shock, she had her hands on her head and everything was on show. “Just a little thank you for not forcing me to streak” she said. Then ran down grabbed her clothes and turn and went back into the space in front of the communal shower. I heard the sounds of dressing and in less than five minutes she appeared fully dressed. We left and she brief stopped to check her locker then we head out across the car park. I stood and waved her goodbye.

The Ship Builder’s Tales – (The Younger SEN Streaking and Washing Inside Out) by George

It was a long time before there was another major incident. If the punishment shower of the older SEN had caused me to be confused as to the motivation for these acts, the next incident involving the younger SEN was to perturb me deeply. But I’m getting a head of myself.

When the older SEN return from off duty it was as if that terrible night never happened. She was just her usual self with me. There were two smaller incidents, which I will write about later. One of these involved sister, which led one late shift as we were drinking a mug of tea at the nurses’ station to the following conversation and revelations.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you the other day when I…. rewarded your kindness” sister said. I did blush a little at that point, which was more than I did a few days earlier when she was locked out of her locker and as a reward for popping the lock stripped to her underwear for me. There had been a prior incident of her being locked out of her locker were when I came to her rescue she was stood in the female locker room in just black underwear, which I will as I say write about later. “I’m getting use to your little jokes on each other” I said.

“There not always jokes,” she said. “Yes, I’m learning that too”. “How did the bathing tradition get started?” I asked. “It’s always been this wards tradition, even when I was a student nurse” sister said. “The bath seems tame compared to some of the things that the students say they have had done to them or seen” I said.

“When your young I think your more adventurous” sister said. From where, I don’t know, for it was not like me to be so personal I said, “So were you adventurous when you were younger sister”. Sister smiled and drank from her cup.

“Well I’ll have to get to know you a lot better before I start to give you the details but yes” she said. I smiled. It fell quiet. “Did anyone tell you about my 45th birthday bath” sister said. A bit shyly I said, “Yes, but I think they over cooked the goose” she looked unsure what I meant, “Gilded the Lilly” I said. “What did they say?” she asked. I blushed at the thought of repeating any of it.

“Well Frank let me tell you the truth. They grabbed me in the bottom sluice and stripped me of every bit of clothing. They held me down completely naked, spread-eagled, then do you know what they did Frank” she paused to look at me. I was feeling hot under the collar to say the least and knowing what was coming next, I felt a stirring down below. “They said they removed something,” I said trying to be diplomatic. “But Frank, I’ve just said I was completely naked, what else was there for them to remove” sister said. I was now swallowing hard, I knew full well, she knew I knew but she was determined to embarrass me by having me say it. “They shaved you,” I said. She smiled with a little laugh, “That’s right Frank they lathered up my little pubic hair patch and most of my fanny in the process. They then got one of our surgical razors and shaved be bear” she paused and drank from her cup. After a pause, “Do you know what they did next Frank” she said. I felt on safer ground here knowing what came next. “They dunked you in the bath” I said. Sister did not respond but sipped her tea. We sat in silence until she’d finished it. She stood and walked to the stations door, as she passed me she ran her palms down my cheeks, “Very smooth Frank. You’re a dab hand with the razor yourself I see” she said, then leaning against the door frame one arm and leg either said of it looking somewhat seductive she said, “No Frank they turned me over and washed my insides out first” and with that she disappeared off down the ward.

I didn’t get the chance to confirm positively that what sister meant was that she’d been given an enema but I was sure that’s what she meant.

A week or so later we had an outbreak of diarrhoea on the ward and consequently had a lot of soiled linen. Myself and Hattie the blanket-bathed auxiliary where busy safely bagging soiled bed linen and tagging patients soiled personal clothing, and writing out the unusually long laundry order. Hattie bent down and suddenly exclaimed, “OH!” then sorted a laugh. “What’s up?” I enquired. Hattie rose up and said, “My bra’s just come undone be a love and fasten it for me” she turned back to me. I could see through her dress the two detached ends of the bra. I tried to fasten it through the dress but every time I tried the clasp flung open, mainly due to the fact that after the first attempt Hattie could hardly stop herself from laughing. “I think you’ll have to undo my zip” Hattie said. I reached for the zip to pull it down and Hattie momentarily stopped me going any further by say, “Just pull the zip down I’m not due to show you my birthday suite again for a while” we both chuckled.

I undid the zip and asked Hattie, “You’ve been here a long while haven’t you Hattie”. “Since I was born,” she said jokingly. “Has there always been…eh…birthday baths?” I asked. “I started here when I was 22 after my second son was born and we needed the extra money.” “You’ve never fancied training as a nurse?” I asked. “All that writing not my thing” Hattie said. I finished pulling the zip up after fastening the bra which was white. “Were the baths going before you started then?” I asked. “Oh, no, I was dunked in the bath in my undies as my initiation but birthday baths didn’t start until, well I was 26 when I had my first”. “Gosh, so you must have had what 25” I said. “Not quite that many, some years I was on holiday or perhaps sick, and we had a sister for a while who didn’t like traditions so you only got one if you were on and she were off on your birthday. I’d say my score would be 18 or there about” Hattie said. “So how did they get started?” I asked. “Well we had this really old fashioned sister in those days the kind that could remember when you could wallop student nurses and auxiliary nurses bottoms. We had this student who was going on about being stripped to her undies and dumped in the bath. She was the type like Vicky who likes it in that crazy way. It was her birthday whilst she was on the ward and sister just said grab her she’s going in the bath. We grabbed her and carried her to the bathroom and sister said right birthday bath, birthday suit bath and that was it, she was stripped and dunked. One at a time after that we all ended up stripped naked and dunked on our birthdays. Eventually the cake thing got invented. Then the thing were if you’ve a zero in your age you get a shave, then the shave and enema if you have a 5, heaven help you if you turn 50 on this ward.” I interjected, “What you get a shave and a shave and enema?” “Very flip, no much worse,” I thought “You where 50 two birthday’s ago” I said. She nodded, “And there’s no way I’m telling you, and I’ve told the others if they do, they’ll get all the birthdays at once” we both laughed.

We collected the money for Alison’s birthday present. The younger SEN was 31 coming up 32. The reason for referring to her as younger wasn’t because of the chronological age difference between her and the older SEN. The younger referred to the fact that she looked very much younger than the other SEN and very much younger than 31. In fact she looked much younger than senior staff and originally I put her age at just a little older than the young auxiliary who I thought was 19. She was blonde, natural blonde I was sure but until her birthday could only be 99% sure. She had a pageboy cut; she was about 5 ft 4 inches. Her complexion was rosy, that is her cheeks where always rosy and the tip of her nose was always rosy. She had ample breasts not over sized but ample. They always looked too much to be contained by her bra or dress. She had a slim waist and good firm hips. Her slender legs looked doll like on the rest of her. In fact that’s what I use to call her playfully Doll because he looked like a little Barbie. She was married but from some comments I thought unhappily. We were assigned to be partners that day.

I walked into the laundry store and she was trying to reach for some counterpanes that someone had place up on the high shelf. “Here let me?” I said. I reached up for them and as I pulled them down I looked down at her, she was stood smiling up at me with the funniest expression on her face. “What?” I said. “Oh nothing, I was just amusing myself,” she said. I pecked her on the cheek, “Happy Birthday you can regard that as your treat”. She smiled. “Want anything else?” I said. “Oh can you reach some draw sheets down?” she said. “Sure how many do you need?” “Oh I don’t (then cupping her hands around my left arm) need any but (then running her hands up my arm and pressing herself into me) could you just reach up again,” she said. “I think you’ve started early on the plonk” I said. She smiled. “Well I only think its fair?” she said. “Fair?” I asked. “Yes. Your going to get to see me in the altogether sometime today so I think a little feel of those rippling muscles is a fair price for a girl to ask” she said.

I looked at her and mentally undressed her. “Naughty! Just wait? Never mine undressing me now” she said and I smiled. “You know Frank, you’re a very lovely man, its going to be really embarrassing when they do whatever coming my way to me but I wouldn’t let them in front of any other guy” she said. I smiled. “Well I guess I’ll see you later” I said picking up the lining I came in for not meaning any pun. “I’ll be the naked one if you don’t recognise me at first” she said I chuckled and left.

Sister asked that we make up the side ward for a patient being transferred from casualty who needs care until arrangements could be made for community care. Alison came with me to help. “What do you think of our little games?” Alison asked. “God, don’t ask that, I’m still trying to answer that for myself” I said. “Well what do you think when you see us naked?” she enquired making me feel very uncomfortable. “I try not to think,” I said trying to find someway to avoid the answer. “Oh are you shy Frank, do you want to run and hide?” she said. “No but its kind of embarrassing, well I feel more embarrassed for you girls, to be paraded like that” I said trying to say the right thing I didn’t want to freak her out like she was me by saying, “Well besides the slight guilty feeling I just think wow what a great body”. “Do you like looking at naked woman Frank?” she asked. I was now really getting hot and bothered under the collar. “What man doesn’t?’ I said with bravado hoping that would suffice and get me off the hook. “You know Frank you could look at me naked anytime” and to empathise what she had just said she did that Marilynn Monroe thing of pouting her lips, wiggling her hips and running her hands down her body, then topped it off with a kiss. See saw my discomfort and laughed throwing her head back, “You are shy you big wuss” she said. I blushed and said nothing. We carried on for a moment in silence. “So what bit of me are you must looking forward to seeing?” she said. I shook my head in mock disgrace of her. “Well?” she said obviously wanting an answer. I was still silent. “I bet its this,” she said turning around and wiggling her bottom at me, “Sister says you’re a definite bum man”. We finished up and split up to do other duties.

Sister asked me to tidy the day room. I always did this every day without being asked. Since the patients where in bed and it was an hour and a half before the night staff came on I thought this is it whatever’s going to happen its now. I was surprised then when just after I started Alison appeared fully dressed. “What’s up, you thought I’d be naked next time you saw me?” she said. “Ah no” I said trying to hide my obvious disappointment and the true answer, “Liar, liar pants on fire,” she said. We both laughed. We got busy straightening up the room. “Are you happily married Frank?” she asked out of the silence of the blue. “Ah, I think so” I said. “Liar, a man who only thinks so, is half way out of the door”. She said. “What about you?” I said trying to turn tables in the hope that she would drop this uncomfortable topic for me. My wife and I now had separate rooms, she believing that if I wasn’t actually sleeping with every nurse in the hospital I was thinking about it. “No Frank I’m not, not every man is as nice as you,” she said. “I have my faults,” I said trying to put her off her line of questioning. She’d joked on a few times over the months about ditching her hubby and marrying me, but this seemed more serious. “Yeah, Frank like what?” she said. I tried desperately to think of a fault. She walked closer to me. “Frank, seriously, I do, well, I do like you,” she said. I smiled and could not lie to her. “Ally I’m happily…. Well I’m married, and as much as I do like you and respect you, I could never” I said. “Me neither Frank, but I just wanted you to know that when I’m stripped screaming the place down and you’ve seen everything. And Frank (she looked up into my eyes and held me at my elbows) you are going to see everything because I think I know what they are going to make me do. I want… (Bowing her head) Hope that you’d still respect me tomorrow and not think I’m some whore. We none of us that, you do know that, don’t you Frank.” What could I say, the only thing I could think of doing was, and then I did it. I kissed her. Not on the cheek but full on the lips. She kissed back. Then we parted. She looked up into my eyes then past me. “God Frank their coming for me now” she said. I turned slightly and looked over my shoulder down the ward, sister and the younger auxiliary where flanked by the two students.

The younger SEN and I turned to face the posse. Alison backed her back into me and I held her lightly at her shoulders. Sister and the posse entered. I noticed immediately the bath towel over the young auxiliary’s arm. “OH Frank tell them to leave me alone,” Alison said. “I don’t think he’s going to save you from a stripping is he” sister said. Alison pushed away from me slightly and turned her head back and up, her face looking into my face. I smiled reassuringly, “Don’t worry I’ll still respect you in the morning” I said. She screwed up her face in a mock annoyance of me.

“Well is it easy or hard” sister said. “I’m not doing obs’ tradition” Alison said looking at the blanket. Obstetrics had a tradition that on your ward birthday (the day you started on the ward anniversary) you had to do a streak. Most times it was done wearing something, bikini, swimsuit, just a towel that either did or did not cover much, a nightdress, or sexy underwear, occasionally topless, and very occasional nothing. “No darling your doing obs, gyno, med, and ours” sister said. “Please you can’t have me do all of them,” Alison said sticking her head slightly forward in disbelief. “Well you wanted to tell Frank all about them the other week” sister said. “You stopped me,” Alison said. “Yes, I know, I thought it would be far easier and quicker for you to show him” they all laughed including Alison.

There was a pregnant pause. Then I sensed a little movement of Alison’s body; there was a flash of recognition in the student nurse to the right eyes. Alison suddenly darted away from me heading to the fire escape behind and to the left of us. Although the other student nurse was taken by surprise the first who’d saw the little movement I’d felt was away after Alison at the same instant she broke from me. Alison went around the right side of the table that was to our left, the student just brushed past me going around the left side, which gave her a more direct and clearer path to the fire escape. She easily caught up to the younger SEN and grabbed her belt; although Alison released this to escape it had slowed her down just enough for the other student to catch up, supported by the young auxiliary. They were each now able to take a good hold of the younger SEN and even though see struggled to free herself, and squealed between giggles, they where able to drag her back to the central clear area where I and sister stood. Alison had dug her heels in as best she could but on a plastic tiled floor in shoes it did not appreciable stop her being dragged.

They wrestled her to the ground, the student nurses pinned her arms and shoulders to the ground and Jane the auxiliary pinned her ankles. Alison thrashed about a bit. Sister bent down and picked up the bath towel. “She’ll look great in this Frank once you’ve stripped her” the younger SEN’s face changed as she registered what sister had just said. I to now began to tremble, she couldn’t really expect me to strip this helpless woman, oh, I thought this would be the one that screams the place down and has me arrested. So much for respecting her in the morning I was having difficulty deciding whether or not to respect her here and now. “Don’t look so surprised Frank. Ally’s been saying for months how much she’d like you to rip her clothes off. Well we thought since it’s her birthday and we couldn’t think of anything else to get her we’d grant her, her wish.” “NO sister please no, being seen one thing but being stripped is another” the SEN said. “Oh I know darling, you can tell us all about it. Frank strip her stark bullock naked” sister said.

I nervously looked around for somewhere to hide until this was over, Alison looked up at me with her doey eyes with the most peculiar expression on her face. “Well” said sister “Get on with it” I looked from sister to the younger SEN then smiled at her. She read me well, “OH no Frank not you, surely not you too” she said. I bent down on my knees and to calm my jittering body I started by undoing her shoelaces and taking off her shoes. She kicked and bucked like mad. The auxiliary had to sit across her legs at the finish to prevent her kicking one of us in the face. I took her shoes off to leave her in her stocking feet; I suspected that since she wore green nylon like most of the SENs these would be tights rather than stockings. I now went to her head and unpinned her cap; this was to be the last year the girls wore their caps. Aprons and cuffs had gone a year or two earlier to do with saving costs. The way was now clear for the dress, I was wondering if my trembling hands could manage the zip.

“Lets have her up for Frank to do her zip” sister said. The students pulled her up off the floor and I moved around them by shuffling on my knees. I took hold of the zip, Alison was trying desperately to rock forward then back to break my hold on the zip, sister approached and provided extra pinning to her shoulders to stop her moving which made my task much easier. I pulled the zip down slowly wanting to savour the moment if it was to be my last. With the students holding her so tightly the dress was already quite tort so the edge of the dress sprung wide open revealing the pale blue bra beneath it. I hadn’t expected that, then again I hadn’t really wondered much about what underwear lay beneath. The students laid her back down and moved their hands inside her dress at the shoulders, this moved the dress out of the way so that I could see her bra straps. I was now able to push the dress down off her shoulders. “Please Frank, don’t please,” she was repeating over and over between her giggles and frantic wrestling. She was getting quite breathless with the struggle. I now shuffle my way back around the student nurse to be looking up her body towards her head; I was knelt about waist level. I took hold of the dress and pulled it down off her chest and at the same time down her arms as far as I could before the arms of the students holding her down stopped me. The pale blue bra now came completely into show. It was a lovely sexy number. It was lacy, with a very open weave at the top and a fuller less see-through weave at the bottom. It sadly covered her nipples concealing their colour but being a thin delicate lace not their erect state. I could see the cream white of her upper breasts clearly.

The students took their hands off the younger SEN’s shoulders and placed them on her lower arm to keep her pinned down but above the dress, so that when they removed their hands at her wrist were they where I was able to pull the dress clear. I now took hold of it at the waist; I could see the band of her green tights now. I began to pull the dress down and it crackled across the nylon of the tights as I did. I pushed it past her hips, then Alison stop her struggling briefly to raise herself up to allow me to push the dress down past her bottom then once it was free she started her struggling again. It was so funny it jarred in my mind. She stopped to help! The young auxiliary was still sitting across her legs so I could only get the dress down to her knees. Sister came and pressed down on Alison’s knees and the auxiliary released her lower legs then turned and pulled the dress off.

The SEN was lying there in pale blue, very sexy, bra and schoolgirl’s green tights. It was a bit of a sight. I now turned my attention to the tights. Alison had been taking a breather resigned to the fact that her dress was lost. She looked up at me mournfully and slowly shook her head I nodded mine in return. “I’ll get all of you for this” she said, I wasn’t sure who the “all” were. I reached for the waistband of her tights; Alison took a deep breath in but remained eyes open and fixed on me. Then through her held breath, “Just you dare get my panties as well,” she said. I had no intention of doing that, why, well because I’d already rather shamefully thought that their might be a pale blue pair under her tights just every bit as sexy as her bra and I really wanted to see the full effect. I gently lifted the nylon clear of her body. I was right, there was a lovely sexy pair of pale blue panties. I could already tell that I could see wisps of her blonde bush through the open mesh weave of the lace. I pulled the nylon down at the front, and once more she raised her bum off the floor and the nylon snapped from under her. She seemed not to resist the removal of the tights. She seemed now ready to be stripped.

How wrong I was. “Right get her up” sister said. Alison sprung to life; she took the student nurse to her right by surprise knocking her off her knees. Her hand loosened its grip of the SENs arm and before I knew it her arm was across her chest, “NO way, you can’t sister not my undies as well” Alison said shaking her head at the same time mouth wide open. The student nurse regained her grip and stance and pulled Alison’s arm back to the floor revealing her wonderful bra-clad breasts once more. “You know full well you are going to end up naked, so why complain” sister said. “Yes, but, I didn’t agree to being stripped by him” Alison said. “Tuff, I’m sure you will all reek your revenge on me for my inventiveness’ sister said. “NO, NO, you can’t” the SEN said through her laughter. “Lift her up time to get your boobs out for the boys” sister said. “Well more like for one man” the auxiliary said they all laughed. “That’s not at all helpful” Alison said. “Please don’t, oh nuts to you all” she went on to say as the students lifted her into a sitting position with sister’s help. Before I could move around to her back to undo the clasp sister said, “Surprise!” and with lighting speed grabbed her bra from underneath and pulled it up off her breasts and they burst out into view and wobbled uncontrollably. Alison screamed. I do mean screamed. Then powerfully bent her upper body over in an attempt to conceal her now naked breasts. “What did you do that for?” Alison snapped. “Oh sorry I thought you said you didn’t want Frank to strip you. Here you are” and with that she pushed the bra back down over her breasts. I’d seen everything, they where like little white icebergs pointed and hard, but a good-sized iceberg. They where topped with pink rose bud nipples. Delicious I thought, like ice cream with a cherry on top. I couldn’t wait for desert I thought then realising what I was thinking coughed. Sister thought I was coughing because she’d taken over the undressing, “Oh, yes, sorry Frank the honours are yours, bra and panties”.

I now moved around the younger SENs back and undid the bra clasp, see was struggling as with the dress but once I’d got hold of both sides of the back strap she could twist as much as she liked her bra was coming off. The clasp undone the students returned her to the floor, it was a easy matter to pull the bra off her breasts again, revealing once more the marvellous sight. The students obliged by helping with the final removal and Alison lay there topless, motionless, looking like a pussycat with all the cream. Her expression changed. She shook her head slowly. We were both thinking the same thing. “I hope you rot in hell Frank Whitaker,” she said. I smiled, and taking hold of her panties, eyes on were I expected my next treat to come from said, “I’ll use these to mop my brow” and simultaneously pulled her panties straight down over her hips, and from under her bottom to mid thigh. Her blonde well trimmed pubic patch came swiftly into view, The rosy red lips of her pussy where pouting, her clitoris had come out from under its hood. “OH sister, this is so awful, he can see everything” Alison said moaning, as if, well she could possibly be, you know what?’ Alison was now easily relieved of her panties to be laying their naked. “Right” said sister “Now for her Frankie”.

Alison woke up at the mention of a Frankie, there was a delay in Alison’s reaction enough that sister had grabbed one ankle and the auxiliary the other. The students pulled her arms out to the side as sister and Aux pulled her legs wide apart. I thought they where going to lift her as they normally did but no they just contented themselves with puling her spread-eagled on the floor. “Alison screamed, and screamed again. They just held her there like that. Everything was on show. Her breasts wobbled. Her pussy was glistening. I was very hard and really feeling guilty and sorry for her. Then at the same time I wondered what it would be like making love to such an athletic, smooth, and young firm body. “Tell us when you’ve had enough Frank and we can get on with her streak” sister said. That gave me a terrible dilemma; I was torn between wanting to feast upon her and wondering about the streak. I could tell that she wasn’t keen on the streak and so I felt in someway to be responsible for her fate, and therefore wanted to delay her fate. “I’ve seen enough for now,” I said then feeling a blush when I realised what I’d said. For now, for I was going to see much more I felt shortly.

“Okay let her up” sister said. They all let go of Alison and she curled herself up into a ball. She’d turned away from me to reveal her naked bum. It was tort with her knees up and back arched. The rose bud anus could clearly be seen. I looked away briefly thinking that perhaps she hadn’t intended that. Her temporary sanctuary didn’t last long as the student nurses pulled her up off the floor by her arms. This once more revealed to me her breasts, which once more reacted to the exertion, and her pubic patch and pussy lips. She tried to twist free which showed that her petite and firm bottom was capable of unintentional movement, which delighted me. I particularly noticed that her nipples had turned more ruby red than rose with her obvious excitement at being nude. She was not looking away but right at me wanting to see my reaction to her state. She was looking in completely the wrong place.

“Here” said sister reacting out to the SEN with the towel in her hand. The younger SEN took it; it fell open of its own accord. It was a smallish bath towel. The SEN wrapped it around her body but it caused her a problem. It just to say covered her breasts and the upper half of her public patch. She adjusted it but now it covered her patch but had to be held awkwardly to cover the lower portion of her breasts, the upper portion being bunched to the middle on display. “You can’t make me like this, its not decent” Alison said. They all laughed that of course being the point.

“Please sister I can’t go down the ward like this” Alison said. “Your very right?” sister said. “Please sister, we’ve never allowed such things! A patient might see” Alison said trying desperately to make the towel grow. She was now crunched slightly and lifting and lightly crossing her legs to conceal all. She had achieved her goal but at the expense of looking decidedly very sexy, and turning me very much on. “Well you streaked on the obs ward, didn’t you” sister said. “Never inside… NO, No way, you can’t…. We’re on the first floor,” Alison said feeling quite triumphant that she had found away out. Sister just nodded slowly. Alison shook her head even slower. “But it’s dark” Alison said trying now to desperately find something to bring this ordeal to an end. “You did it twice didn’t you” sister said. Alison just nodded. “What if anything were you wearing?” sister asked. Alison looked at me and now seemed uncomfortable, “Bikini, and a baby doll nighty” Alison said. Aux and the students laughed. I imaging the younger SEN dressed in a bikini then a nighty, sister standing close to her was mentally undressed as well into the bikini I’d saw her in some months ago. “Please, I can’t not like this, not by myself” Alison pleaded. Sister smiled, sensing victory, “Of course not Ally, what do you take me for uncaring. The students here will go with you while we check on the patients. All that screaming might have unsettled a few of them” sister said. The students backed this up by taking hold of Alison at the elbows and gently nudged her towards the fire escape just dressed in the towel. At the escape Ally looked back at me, then at sister. Sister just shooed her away with both hands. The students hit the crash bar and the fire door opened. The cold December air gushed in. Ally flinched with the cold tried to back away but was pushed unceremoniously through the door. She squealed. At the time I thought it was because of the cold but later I found out it was because of the fact that the towel had come loose and was flapping in the breeze, she was stood naked on the fire escape. She realised to late that screaming wasn’t the best option.

“Come on with me” sister said and turned away to walk up the ward. I followed along behind. We left the ward and walked to the pharmacy stairs then down to the lower floor. I first thought that we where walking to some point were we could see poor Alison streaking. I had this image of her desperately fighting to keep the towel on, and keep it covering what it could. Sister instead turned into the gynaecological ward. The sister warmly greeted her, “Ah sister, staff will get you the chair”. The staff nurse moved off to the nurse’s station and returned with a key. “Frank will help you” sister said. I went with the staff nurse to the ballroom as we called it. It was once a theatre but being in an old Victorian red brick building was now of no use. It stood basically empty, devoid of purpose other than to store large bits of equipment occasionally used.

Staff opened the door and put on the light. She walked towards a most odd looking contraption. I will try my best to explain it to you. Imaging a rectangular cubed box made of square steel bars. Each corner had a caster attached to it which allowed the torture table as I found out it was called colloquially to be easily moved. Each caster had a foot pedal brake that prevented it from moving when desired. Attached to the two bars that ran across the top of the metal bar box was a black leather covered thickly padded cushion. Then there was an equally thickly padded black leather backrest. It had a steel bar that kept it propped up. This bar could be moved allowing this cushion to be laid flat with the other one making a table. At what was obviously the foot end the metal box extended past the end of the cushion. There were two squares formed by metal one in each corner. In theses squares was a flat piece of shinny metal which flapped on a centrally located bar. It had a backstop plate. These where meant to take the feet of the person sitting in the chair. There were also two steel tubes to either side of the square with screws protruding. These could be used to take metal bars to hang equipment on, or for a full set of stirrups. Has staff nurse wheeled it out I noticed that the head end of the table was similarly configured. There was also a tube in the centre that could take a bar as well. Staff pushed it into the corridor and I took over the pushing of the table. Sister appeared and looking at her fob said, “Come on Frank I want this in place when Ally gets there”.

We pushed the gynaecological chair back up to our ward via the lift. We took it down to the top ward and into the sluice. Unlike the bottom sluice this sluice had an emergency exit that led out onto a fire escape. Also its doors did not exit onto the ward directly but onto the lower day room and linen closet. Also unlike the bottom sluice it had a shower room and then a walled bathroom with a door rather than a curtain. Sister had me set up the chair in the shower room. I stood with the young auxiliary chatting watching the emergency exit door whilst sister was busy back to us preparing something.

Jane the auxiliary was saying that she would die if she’d had to run around outside half naked. I asked jokingly, “Of cold or embarrassment?” Jane laughed, “I hadn’t thought of how cold it was out there” she said with an involuntary shiver as she thought about it. We speculated on which way around they were bringing poor Alison. The quick way was to go left at the bottom of the fire escape stairs out of the other day room. This would take them immediately down the short end of the building that contained our ward on the first floor and the labour ward below. The labour ward would be fully lit and even at this time of night would have plenty of dads to be and other female members around. Although curtains would be closed there was a very good chance of being seen, many a nurse was over the years. At the end of the building you turned to the left again and now psychiatry faced you. Often patients and relatives would be at the windows smoking. The blackness and dimness of the light would probably conceal you. You then would turn left again parallel with the drive and more or less come up to the front door and then climb the fire escape to the sluice door. We guest that they most have chosen the other way since she’d have arrived by now we thought.

There were two other ways. Both meant turning right at the bottom of the fire escape. Both involved walking along the long side of the ward to the rear doors used by staff to come and go. You could at this point re-enter the building come along the main corridor then out of the front door and up the fire escape. This would have meant bumping into myself and sister so I thought this was very unlikely and once more I felt she would have been back by now. The other route was to continue on past the rear doors around the hub made by outpatients and then wind your way up the long side of obstetrics, around its short end, then back down its long end on the other side. You’d then have to negotiate the back of the nurses changing rooms, shower room, plant room, and gas storage yards. Very dark unless one of the porters was around to switch on the spotlights, perhaps not! You’d then go up the long side of gynaecology around its short end and down the other side of its long end. Here you could once more re-enter the building come along the corridor and up to the front door then out across the drive to the bottom of the fire exit. A long trek made longer by the poor lighting but perhaps running the risk of bumping into sister or myself. No I reason that she’d have been made to carry on past this door up the long side of day surgery then around its short end and down its other long side, around the old theatre suite (ball room) and then up surgery’s long side around its short end down the far side which was over looked by the nursing school and nurses residences around the new theatre suite and the pathology block before terror of terror turning to come along the front of the building.

You have to go down the other surgical wards long side around its short end, which would have you on show to any vehicle coming up the main drive or exiting the visitor’s car park. You’d have to then come along its other long side to the administration block and nurses dinning room and common rooms. You’d then turn down the other gynaecological ward and over spill day ward before rounding its end to be once more fully on show to traffic. You’d then disappear back into the darkness to have to wonder through the kitchen yard. There was bound to be porters and staff still around at this time of night preparing the kitchens ready for breakfast.

There was just then the sound of feet on the metal stairs two pairs of shoed feet. It wasn’t until they reached the very top that you could hear the sound of bare feet pitter-patter. The sound of the girls giggling at the top was interrupted by one of the students banging on the door rather loudly and calling out, “Let us in its freezing”. If they where cold fully dressed I was concerned for Alison’s wellbeing. Sister signalled to the auxiliary to push open the door. Has she moved to do so Alison’s voice cried out? It was an indistinguishable sound of anguish. “Sorry Ally sister’s orders” one of the students said. The auxiliary pushed the bar and pushed open the fire door. The light flooded out. I was positioned to the side so couldn’t see what Aux and sister could see but it shocked aux and amused sister. Alison was pushed into the sluice, naked. She was trying her best to cover her breasts and pubic area. The students followed her in, the taller one holding the recently removed towel. The door was closed behind them removing the chill from the room.

The SEN stood there. How can I do justice to the sight before me. Her cream white skin was now near porcelain white with the cold. Little blue veins could be faintly seen running crisscross over her body. Her cheeks were much rosier, along with her nose tip and earlobes. Her feet must have been dumb blocks of ice. I felt that this was more punishment than fun, quite cruel. Now in the warmth she was drawing breath deeply, I remembered that pained expression from the shipyards. Often some one would fall into the river and have to be pulled out. If you brought them into a too warm room immediately they would seize up in pain. Their muscles would scream out and their skin would burn as if acid had been poured on it. I knew it was this cruel torture that was now engulfing the hapless SEN.

“Hands on head nurse let Frank here have a good look” sister said. Alison had really opened her eyes until that point. The bright lights of the sluice had blinded her after the darkness. She now turned and looked at me. Then a strange thing took place. She turned to face me full on. She slowly with some pain because her muscles were cramped with the cold, raised her arms onto her head and showed me just how devastating the cold had been. Her nipples were red sore and shrivelled, but now responded causing her pain. Her pussy was dry, chapped inside thighs, but once more responding. I was surprised that after this treatment she could be turned on. But she clearly was. “Turn slowly” sister said, then after a short pause and the beginning of Alison’s turn, “Remember Frank’s a bum man. Aren’t you Frank”?

I did not reply as Alison slowly turned around and revealed her rosy pink bum cheeks. The cold had made its mark their too. Light blue veins crisscrossed it. Alison slowly completed her turns. “Well I’d bet you’d like a warm shower’ sister said. “You bet… I… I would” Alison said with a cold chatter in her voice. Sister instructed the two students to take her to the shower room. Aux walked behind them and I behind Aux. “NO!” Alison screamed as she was turned into the shower room. She had obviously seen the torture table. She tried to pull away from the students but they had tight hold of her and the cold, with sudden re-heat had sapped her muscles ability to fight.

“Sister no please, I’ve done a OBS. Just let Frank bath me and be done, please!” Alison pleaded out of my sight in the shower room. I heard as I approached the sound of a body being bumped up against the table and then the sound of skin being drag across leather. The Aux had entered just a head of me and was now assisting with Alison’s restraint. Alison was trying to struggle forwards down the table to my amusement and delight. The action of her legs opening and closing was giving me some very interesting views of her pussy which I was sure if she had know about she’d stop her struggling. The Aux was trying to tie her left wrist to the table at the bar where the table hinged to make a chair. “Well what a show Frank” sister said entering the shower room carrying a tray. The sight of the tray gave Alison a second wind as she tried harder to escape. I was beginning to think that what was about to befall Alison was something she truly wanted to avoid. Sister but the tray down and walked around the head of the table and began to secure Alison’s other wrist. This was made much easier than the Aux’s efforts because the Aux had nearly accomplished her task and Alison’s concentration was now split. Soon she was firmly fastened to the table in a sitting position her firm breasts just wobbling like little jellies. Her nipples were once more erect. The cold had ensured that they had an extra pinkness. The students now moved to Alison’s ankles she began to struggle again as they attempted to place them in the foot wells. Sister and Aux assisted and after a fight had managed to secure her right leg in place. Unfortunately whilst this struggle was going on sister was in my line of sight so it wasn’t until she moved to concentrate on securing the left leg that I got my first really good look at Alison’s chilled pussy? It was showing signs of arousal and warming. The Aux now moved around to help sister securer the left leg, unlike sister she didn’t lean over the table, so I was treated to a unconcealed view of Alison’s pussy and pubic hair. Once she was secured sister turned away and walked to where she’d put the tray down and picked it up. She came back to the table and stood at the side holding the tray clearly in Alison’s view.

Alison looked down at the tray in terror the small jug of boiling water, the bristle hair brush, the surgically sharp razor, the bowl of warm water, the dish with soap, and the little cloth. We used special soap with patients, but not when nurses were being shaved. We used large cleaning block soap. This caused the shaved area to be irritated for days. It made wearing underwear and the like very uncomfortable. “NO! Please sister no. Not in front of Frank. We only ever let porters see on leaving duo’s” Alison said. “Frank is one of us, he’s seen plenty of patients shaved so why not you” sister said. “I’ll make you pay for this!” Alison said. “No doubt you will” sister said. “Well get it over with so I can have my bath and go” Alison said. I was forgetting that we’d not even got to our wards tradition let.

“Certainly! Frank here you are?” sister said passing the tray over to the end of the table where I was stood looking or more feasting on the naked body in front of me. I’d seen it so naked for so long now that I’d rather well stopped feeling any guilt at looking. I was just intrigued by its warming effect. The subtle changes in colour as it warmed. I was shaken from my slumberous indifference as the tray was turned to me. I suddenly was quite shaky at the thought that sister wanted me to shave my colleague. I was sure now the screams of rape would start. “NO! NO! Sister we never ever let porters shave us, never” Alison protested. “Please girls” looking around at the students and Aux for support. “Sister only nurses are allowed to shave we never let doctors or porters do it” the younger student said. “That’s right. Only nurses can shave a nurse” sister said. Alison cottoned on quicker than the others, “Oh, no, sister no. PLEASE! No!” Alison said. The others looked at sister. “Auxiliary Nurse Whitaker. Do your duty please” sister said forcing the tray against my stomach and making me instinctively take hold of it. “I hope you’ve got bloody warm hands Frank Whitaker” Alison said. “Don’t worry Ally, at least you know he’s more experienced than any of us’ sister said running her palms down my cheeks.

“Right Frank. Start my dipping the cloth in the bowl and washing the area with warm water” sister said. I did as requested and dipped the cloth in the warm water. Alison never once took her eyes of my hand and watched its approach to her body. She looked at sister, I think, expecting that it would now be brought to an end and she’d be saved rather than shaved. But know I made contact with her body at her clitoris, this was not intentional, it was that that bit seemed more prominent. Alison withered at the touch, a mix of warmth against still chilled skin, and the knowledge that it was a male hand guiding the cloth. I gently thoroughly washed the area watching Alison close her eyes and drift off somewhere in pleasure.

“Right Frank, dip the brush in the boiling water and the run it around the bar of soap” sister said. I took the brush and dipped it. I then lathered the soap well knowing the need to lubricate the skin well to have an irritation free shave. I touched Alison’s clitoris with the tip and she bucked. Sister smiled at me. “Don’t worry Frank, she’s going to wank on this for weeks” the Aux and students gasped at sisters comment, Alison open her eyes and looked painfully at me, not physical pain but psychological pain. I could tell what was on her mind now that sister had completely stripped her. “Would I respect her”? How could I not respect this beautiful woman? I felt strangely that this performance was for my benefit, not just hers, that she was showing me everything, no, that she was offering me everything and I was finding it strangely hard to resist the temptation growing in my trousers. I finished coating her pubic hair and pussy with soap. I reached for the razor.

“Be gentle Frank a woman’s’ parts are more sensitive than your face” sister said. I placed my hand above Alison’s pubic hair and pulled her abdomen taught. Alison whimpered a little, opened her eyes and looked at me. She smiled and said to laughter, “Et, Tu Frankie” “Sorry love, duty is duty,” I said. “Well I’m sorry it’s such an unpleasant one for you” Alison said with the other four in tears with laughter. “Just wait until you turn 18 in January you’ll be minus yours” the comment was aimed at the young auxiliary nurse. Who looked at me uncomfortably and blushed. I wondered?

My first stroke went straight down the middle to the tip of her pussy. The blonde hair was thin and light so posed no obstacle to the blade. The slight bristle scraping noise was the only protested. I now moved to the left side and removed another razor width track to where the angle of the leg made the gap between the tender lips and legs to small for the razor. Alison voluntarily moved her legs further open. She looked up at the student nurses, “Well he’s seen all of it now, and seems hardly worth the effort”. I finished the stroke to the bottom. Then I removed the small remain strip of hair on her abdomen to the left. I then re-soaked the razor in the boiling water to release the trapped hairs and soap. I now re-tensioned her abdomen with my hand and shaved the right of the midline. Once more with Aux pulling on one knee and sister the other they parted her legs. I completed the next strip and was looking now at a completely shaved pubic area. Sister said, “Trim the lose stuff at the bottom, it’s a killer if you leave that on” Alison shifted her bottom so that I could tidy up the lower part of her pussy hair to be fully shorn.

“Well what do you think then Frankie. Would you like to be let lose on Jane’s pubes” sister said. I blushed being once more uncomfortable with her boldness. “Or perhaps mine” she said. I was very uncomfortable at that comment. “Well what’s next?” sister said.

“Please sister I’m cold, and humiliated enough, not meds, please” Alison said. “Well Frank should we let her off now and give her, her bath or do meds on her. You know what meds is don’t you?” sister said moving from looking at the younger SEN to me as she spoke. “I think we should just bath her,” I said feeling that Alison had suffered enough. “Okay, I’ll let her off for you Frank because you’re such a nice guy. But first Frank what is meds tradition?” sister said. I was now feeling a little embarrassed again and somewhat guilty. I felt that having to say it in front of this poor shaved naked nurse would be as if she’d had it done to her. “They…well…they…either give them enemas or catheterise them” I said. “Then what Frank?” Sister asked. “I…well...that is…they spank them” I said. “Mostly Frank they just spank them naked, in the bath or over a bed. But yes Frank sometimes they get there bums washed out and there bladders emptied” sister said. “Shall we untie her now sister” the student asked. “Yes, you go and top the bath up” sister said to one then to the other.

They untied Alison and she was helped to straighten her legs. Sister told her that if she tried to cover anything that she’d get the meds, then looking at me winked. Alison was helped off the table and walked without any restraint into the bathroom. She was moving to get in when sister said ‘just a minute’. I was instructed to get my apron on and prepare to wash Alison. Alison was stood just inside the door completely naked uncovered. Her breasts had now warmed and where all more pink than white, her shaven pubes had a whiteness from not being exposed to the air in a while. “Right Frankie her in” sister said. The students grabbed Alison’s arms and Aux and sister went for ankles. His took Alison by surprise. “NO! NO! Sister, hasn’t he seen me enough” Alison called out as she was unceremoniously lifted off the floor and walked over the bath then lowered in.

“Okay Frank give her a good scrub she’s been wanting this for weeks” sister said. I plunged the sponge down in to the water that to me was just warm rather than hot. Alison looked and smiled. She shook her head then smiled again as she lay back against the back of the bath giving me full access to her naked breasts. “Give her cute little tities a good wash then Frank” sister said. I lathered the sponge and made contact with her breasts. She arched her back thrusting her chest forward to meet me. She then settled back now and without any reluctance she let me wash her body fully. I first completed her breasts then her abdomen. She then sat forward and let me wash her back. The girls now began to sing “Happy Birthday” and Aux brought in the cake with candles. I was now happily washing between her legs having started at her feet. “Turn over so Frank can do your bum then we’ll have the cake” sister said. Alison turned over onto all fours and present her lovely pink bottom, I was tempted the stirring in my trousers remembering sister’s earlier comments about what happens on medical wards. I washed her bottom and back again, then once more between her legs causing her to be a little more expressive. Once I was done she turned back over and we ate the birthday cake in silence. Alison just sat there naked. No attempt to cover. No look of anguish at being naked in front of me like with Aux, or the older SEN or senior staff, or staff or sister come to that. “Right” said sister, “Let’s check on the patients before night shift arrives.” I stood to go, “Not you Frank, you two love birds get yourselves sorted out”. I looked at Alison wondering what she had said to cause sister to use that expression. She looked away shyly. The others drifted off leaving the younger SEN alone with me.

“What did sister mean?” I asked. Alison blushed. “I don’t know?” she said. Blushing once more. I smiled at her. “You do still respect me don’t you Frank” she asked with a worry that the answer might be not what she hoped for. “YES!” was all that I could manage. Now alone with her again I felt unsure of myself, I felt unsure of her intentions towards me. “Frank will you get me a towel please?” she asked. “Sure” I said being grateful that I’d been dismissed from her company if only temporarily. I returned with the towel. “I’ll put it here” I said walking over to the chair. I heard her move in the water. When I turned she was sitting on the back of the bath looking down at her shaven pussy. She looked up at me, “I think you’ll be getting the honours much more often” Alison said, causing me to really blush, I moved to leave but she caught my arm and stopped me. “Don’t go (then spreading her legs once more so I could see everything) please stay and help me dry” it was said with such pathos I couldn’t refuse. I turned back for the towel and I heard the little rustling of the water as she stood, I turned back to see her stood nakedly on display. She turned slowly so her bottom was towards me and looked over her shoulders as I approached to cover her with the towel. She smiled. “Help me out Frank and dry me with your strong hands, you don’t have to be so gentle but don’t bruise me” she said. How could I be anything but gentle? I dried her back then her front then down her legs. She placed her left foot on my shoulder as I knelt and I saw such a sight that I’d swear I’d gone to heaven. I’d never ever seen my wife like that she’d be mortified. I finished drying Alison and we just stood there looking at each other. She leaned forward and kissed me. Full on kiss not just a peck, I responded then thought what I was doing and pulled back. She smiled a wicked smile of accomplishment then put her hands on her hips and tilted her head. “Are you going to keep a girl naked here all night or go and get my clothes from the day room” she said. “Oh” was all I could pathetically manage. “I’ll…yes” and turned to retrieve her clothes.

On my return she was in the sluice still completely naked, that is she’d chosen not to cover with her hands and arms or the various potential items for cover in the sluice. “Well then, don’t just stand there pass me my panties” she said. I took the pale blue panties and handed them to her. “No Frank pretend I’m a patient, dress me” she said. I knelt and spread open her panties. She stepped forward then into them one leg at a time. I looked up at her nakedness then slowly pulled the panties into place. She turned and I turned back to the pile of clothes I placed on the counter and picked up her bra I placed it in front of her and she slipped her arms in, then I pulled it up over her breasts and I fasten it. She now pulled out a low stool and sat down. “Pass me my tights please. I’ll put them on myself; you men are useless at putting nylons on. Much better at ripping them off” she said. I stood and watched as she slowly put her toes into the rucked up nylon and then pulled it over her feet, then slowly up her legs until in covered her panties. “There shows nearly over pass me my dress and put my shoes on the floor” she said. I did as asked and she took and stepped into the dress and shoes at the same time then turned around for me to pull up the zip. She was now nearly a nurse again. The belt and cap completed the transformation. She pecked me gently on the cheek and said. “Don’t wait to long Frank” and walked off leaving me there in the sluice.

The Ship Builder's Tale : (The Young Auxilary) by Geogre

Sister kept her word. I wasn’t sure if she’d go through with it on Boxing Day. But as soon as she came on ward at midday she took me to the side, in her office and asked what proof I needed. I thought about it and said, “Well I guess that you’ll have to prove your not wearing anything beneath that dress” I said. Sister smiled and said, “Where, not here please”. I thought for a moment and said. “In the bottom linen cupboard”. We walked out of the office and down to the linen cupboard. The patients greeting her as we walked past. I thought how surreal that was. Here she was going to strip, and yet acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. We entered the cupboard and sister reached for her belt and undid the four button clasps. She removed her belt and placed it over the laundry skip. She turned to me and smiled. “Do I lift or strip” She said. At that the older staff nurse appeared at the door. “She should strip?” she said. I nodded approval. Sister scowled at staff and then reached behind her back and pulled down the zip. She slipped the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. I’d seen her like this before in the locker room thanking me for my kindness. The dress around her ankles, the black nylon self-support stockings. The normal black bush missing and signs of recent indulgence. She dressed when I turn away to savour the moment.

I was off between Christmas and New Year. I’d arranged to meet Alison. I sat in our usual café watching the rain drizzle down the large window pane. I saw a rather wet Alison dashing towards the café, trying to avoid the puddles, and dodging the drops. She hurried across the road avoiding the cars to busy to care about splashing people. The old fashioned bell above the door of the café rang as she clicked open the slightly stuck door. She dripped her way over to my booth, shook off the excess water then removed her raincoat and hung it on the stand at the end of the booths. She sat on the long bench seat opposite me.

“Hi, its really gross out there” she said.

“Yeah, great weather for ducks” I said.

The young waitress came over and Alison ordered a mocha.

We chatted about everything except what Alison knew I wanted to talk about. Silence eventually fell after the second cup of coffee. I smiled and she smiled back.

“Who’s idea was it?” I asked.

Alison smiled. “It was a collective idea” Alison said being deliberately vague and evasive.

“Yeah sure..(I said leaning over and beginning to whisper)..sister collectively had the idea to strip herself and have you shave her” I said. Alison chuckled.

“Sister suggested we all strip to our underwear as a Christmas box for you” she said.

“So how did you get from that to, three nurses baring gifts” I said making a pun on the Christmas story.

“Well sister was behind all this malarkey, so we thought she needed a lesson” Alison said.

“Ummm, and the two staff nurses?” I said.

“Collateral damage or senior sisterly solidarity or willingness. Take your pick” Alison said.

“So..(leaning over again and speaking quietly)..where were they stripped and how come the two student nurses. I thought we never involved nurses off other wards” I said.

“Well we needed the extra help” Alison said. I looked, “Then Lou and Tracy weren’t willing then” I said.

“Well, whilst they thought, like sister, that it was the undies deal, they where” Alison said.

I looked puzzled. “We sent them to the doctors duty room. The idea was that we where all going to strip there then come onto the ward and for a dare call out to you from the edge of the ward.” Alison said.

“Oh” was all I could manage.

Silence fell and Alison moved around and closer to me. “When we entered they knew their gooses where cooked. It didn’t take long to strip them naked” Alison said, “They’d done the difficult bit for us.” I looked puzzled then answered my own question I realised of course they where already in knickers and bra.

“But shave, enema and where was staff put?” I asked.

“Oh they didn’t mind that, it was the being stripped and Frankied for the students which freaked them” Alison said. And would say no more on that particular point despite being pressed.

“So where was staff put?” I asked. “Well she was put back in the doctors lounge”. Alison said, “They all three hated that bit the worse”. I looked again. “Being brought naked along the corridor, we’ll have to try that out with Jayne”. Alison said.

That caused me to change the subject. “Yes, what are you planning with her, she is really wound up about it but won’t say” I said. “You’ll just have to wait and see”, Alison said.

The young auxiliary’s birthday came and went. I felt disappointed. Jayne felt relieved and said as much to me. It was a week later a Sunday that lighting struck the younger auxiliary. The day had been quiet. The staff nurses had been on duty, in the morning with Hattie, Jayne. I had come on duty, in the afternoon with Vicky and two student nurses.

Vicky came to me just before the morning shift was going off and said that Mr. Parks would like a bath. Mr. Parks often had a bath on a Sunday afternoon, so I was not in the least bit suspicious. I got Mr. Parks ready then went and ran a bath. I just turned the tap off when a commotion came through the door. I could hear Jayne pleading for mercy in a muffled tone but knew these pleas where in vain. She appeared at the opening into the bath area. She was still fully dressed but hooded. I was a little disappoint but realised that unless they’d stripped her in the linen cupboard and brought her straight down the little corridor she’d have been seen naked by every male patient on the ward.

She was held by Hattie and Vicky. This wasn’t the cause of my surprised look, sister, who was supposed to be away appeared behind this trio in civilians. “Right Frank get her shoes, tights and knicks off if she’s got any on” sister said. “No please sister no, one of you please”, Jayne begged for real I was sure. “No that won’t be humiliating for you but this will. Frank strip her..(a pause for terror affect)..of her shoes, tights and cute little panties”. Jayne gasped.

I was apprehensive. Jayne was young and in many ways still virginal and innocent. I couldn’t do what sister asked. It would be wrong but oh how my heart ached for the feel of her panties in my hand. I found myself floating over to the stricken girl. I slipped my hands around the back of her left shoe and pulled it off. It was now that she realised she was being stripped and started to writhe and try to push me of balance with her legs. “Enough of that or I’ll make you wish you’d took us up on your birthday offer”. Jayne stopped, whatever that meant, it took the fight out of her. I was now able to get the other shoe off. I slipped my hands up under her dress. Jayne breathed in sharply then out slowly, “Please Frank” was all she could say. I pulled the nylons down being careful not to dislodge her panties. Once the nylons where off I ran my hands up her bare legs she arched and pulled back but did not try to obstruct me. I felt my way past her hip and took hold of her panties. I looked at sister. “Strip her Frank” sister said and with that I pulled in one long motion her panties down to her ankles. “Get them off her” sister said. I untangled them from around her ankles. Jayne was just stood there like a rag doll the fight gone from her. “Right Frank pull her dress up to her waist” sister said. This command rejuvenated the young auxiliary and she tried to stop the inevitable. I slowly raised the dress until it was at waist height. Her fair pubic hair had been in my view for five seconds by the time the dress was where sister had requested it.

“Have a good look Frank. Next time you see that it will have had time to re-grown” sister said. With that Vicky and Hattie dragged the poor helpless auxiliary off to who knows where. Were whatever diabolic fate awaited her beside the shave that would be forced upon her. “You can give Mr. Parks his bath now” sister said and left.

I did as sister had instructed. I was just about to go for help to get Mr. Parks out when sister appeared outside of the curtain and called me out. She had in her hand the young nurses dress and bra. Wherever she was she was naked. Sister helped me with Mr. Parks and then left once again. I dressed Mr. Parks and then took him back to this bedside and wondered what to do next.

The nurses station was replete with nurses. I expected them to be off somewhere torturing the poor hapless young auxiliary. I had a good few questions but they would have to wait. “Sister wants you” Vicky said. I moved off to sister’s office where she sat behind her desk. “Hi Frank would you and the others organise getting the upper ward into the day room for tea then go and get Hattie she’s in the doctors lounge” sister said. I acknowledged understanding and went back to the nurses station and rounded up some help to move the upper ward into their day room. We often did this on a Sunday for afternoon tea. We moved the patients but no one gave anything away. They just smiled at my questions. Where was Jayne? The task done the day room doors where pulled too. Now that was strange. I knew something was definitely a foot.

I left the ward to join the main upper corridor and walked along about 40 feet to the doctors lounge. Hattie was stood outside the door open. “Sister said to fetch you” I said still some twenty feet away. “Yes, give me a hand with this would you” she said and disappeared back into the doctors lounge. I approached and looked in the door being wide open. Jayne was laid on the sofa turned into the back. She was in the foetal position. Trying best to conceal everything. Well except her cute little bottom. I Smiled. “Cute tushy Jayne” I said. “Fuck” was her reply.

“We have to take her to the upper sluice like this” Hattie said. “No you can’t the patients…. “Will get to see everything my dear” Hattie said taunting the poor girl. “But first lets get her over so you can her a good view” Hattie said reaching to pull Jayne over onto her back. The ward doors swung and foot steps could be heard coming along the corridor. The two student nurses appeared at the door. “Sister sent us” the taller one said. Both bog eyed at the sight of the very naked auxiliary.

“I’ll deal with the arms you two get the legs. Its Frankie time” Hattie said. Jayne tried now to push herself through the back of the sofa. When this tactic was clearly not working she tried to increase her mass weight by holding herself ridged. This just delayed the unfurling of her naked body by a few seconds. She was now changing tactics again to wild flaying of arms and legs but it was to late the three other nurses had gotten a good hold. She was stretched out then lifted off and clear of the sofa. “Swing around” Hattie said to the two students holding an ankle each. The students turned so that Jayne was no longer side ways on to me put feet towards me. I waited for what I knew was coming. I had already seen that her pubic hair had gone. Her pink lips quite swollen stuck out. Her firm young breasts small put nice had filled with excitement. Her rose bud nipples where like glazed cherries on a coconut mountain. “Okay Frankie time, pull her legs apart” Hattie said. The two students hesitated for a moment then the smaller one said, “You can’t really mean to…” Hattie just nodded. The students looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, then the taller one said, “She deserves this for what she did to me as a cadet”. They pulled Jayne’s legs apart. A red wave flushed up then down the young axillary’s body. “Please Frank, don’t look” she begged. To late love, I thought, she was gorgeous. Her wet glistening vagina was just like a Sunday afternoon tea time treat edible and really bad for you. I looked and gazed at the full sight before me. Her complete nakedness now on offer. The giggling and writhing was making the entertainment much more rewarding and fascinating.

“I need to put her down now she’s heavy” Hattie said with that she was unceremoniously dumped. Jayne took that brief fraction of a second to try and make a run for it but where exactly was a very naked nurse to go that was beyond me. She was half up off the floor and rather like a ape moving towards the door. Hattie turned and within three steps had caught up to the rising body of Jayne. “Here let me help you” Hattie said. She took Jayne’s arm and pulled her up but back away from the door. “Right Frank you grab her other arm’ Hattie said. I came forward and took her arm. “Sister wants her uncovered for the walk”. Jayne was once more reluctant. Moments earlier she was heading naked for the door to escape now she was digging her heals in. This was to no avail I was strong enough by myself to over come her resistance with Hattie she was just a rag doll. Out of the doctors lounge we turned up the corridor. I bet that was the longest 40 foot of her life. She kept looking over her shoulders as noises drifted up from other wards. Fearing any moment to be discovered like that by doctors, porters, or trades men. Unlikely on as Sunday well for doctors and trades man. As she was marched to the ward doors she began to beg frantically. “Please you can’t not patients, you can’t I’ll never be able to work again”.

We pushed her through the doors of the ward and took the short ten foot journey to turn into the upper ward. She nearly convulsed as we turned the corner and she expected the worse to be relieved that the ward was empty apart from the rest of the gang. We dragged her now very animated again to the sluice and whatever was coming her way.

In the sluice sister guided us into the bathroom area that joined it. I noticed instantly that the bath was empty. Jayne had also noticed it. The empty bath filled her with more terror than a full one. I couldn’t think why. “Ni please sister, I’ll do it, I’ll do it’ Jayne begged. Do what I didn’t know. “To late you had your chance on your birthday” sister said. Vicky came and took Jayne’s arm from me. “Oh no sister not Frank, he can watch but nor Frank” she looked at me for support then around the sea of faces. “You bitches all of you” she said. “Well girls” sister said and Lou and Tracy disappeared into the sluice to return with two buckets. One full of soapy water, with steam coming from it and the other clear water with steam raising. Jayne had been lucky, they’d warmed the water. The Sluices and bathroom areas next to them where not heat like the proper bathrooms. So the effect of the chill followed by hot water was going to be and interesting experiment.

“Okay Frank give her a really good wash” sister said. Jayne looked dejected and became more so as Hattie and Vicky spread out holding her wrists so she was in effect crucified. All her charms where available to my tender mercies or diabolical sponge.

“Do you know how to do a head to toe Frank” sister asked. “NO, no, not that, just a wash please” Jayne begged and tried to pull clear of her captors. I nodded. Sister smiled, “Well give these two students a demo then”.

I took the sponge and with it dripping squeezed it out over the young auxiliary’s head. I repeated it with another sponge. I’d felt the bar of soap in the water when I filled the sponge for the second dowsing. I picked it up and lathered it the applied it to the nurses long fair hair. The hair grips had been removed earlier. I lathered her hair and rubbed it well in. She coughed and spluttered as soapy water hit her mouth. She complained of soap in her eyes but that was not my concern. I thoroughly washed her hair and then her face. She looked like a white candy floss covered in sand. I now reached for the other sponge in the clear water and dowsed the young nurse three or four times to rinse out all the soap I could but she’d have to shower later herself to do a complete job.

I now turn my attention to her body. She looked at me pleadingly. “No Frank, no please, I know you have to but please no” you know she nearly melted my heart but sisters heart was not for melting. “That will teach you to come up with alternative Christmas presences”, sister said. I looked but nothing further was said. Had Jayne been behind the Christmas incident. Or was this a comment about something else.

I started with her arms. At the wrist and worked in to her shoulders and neck. First the left then the right side. She struggled and struggled to be free calling me and all the rest of us. I re-soaped the sponge and looked into her eyes and smiled. She shook her head, she knew my intended target. I now made contact with the first hot zone her left breast, she withered to my touch, and called me a sadist. I lathered it completely and then just as completely lathered the other breast Jayne was trashing wildly and sobbing in between the most peculiar purring, by the end she was purring like a kitten.

I paused to consider my master piece, Jayne knew well what was next she was slowly shaking her head and looking intently at sister hoping for salvation. I then washed her abdomen and moved down to her pubis. She twitched and tried to move her body from my touch but it was no good. Her two captors held her firmly in the crucifix position and she had no where to pull away to. “Open wide” sister said. I expected a complaint but no, Jayne just went white and started to sob. I looked at sister. “Jayne opened wide and treat me to a superb view of your womanhood” sister said.. I think Jayne responded out of surprise but she spread her legs and found some defiance. I placed the sponge between her legs and gently washed. “Wash her” sister said. “No please this is bad enough” but it was to late for the young nurse I scrubbed her womanhood and she responded a most unwilling response. This response was for her bedroom and her boyfriend not a male colleague but she could not help herself. She moaned and moaned. She tried her best to move away or pull herself free from her captors. The activity made her breasts swell and swing wonderfully, I love it when they resist. I moved away and she opened her eyes now a different pleading for my return. I washed her legs and then moved around her so I could now lather her back. I then moved down and did her bottom before pushing the sponge through to her front from behind. “Bastard” was all she said. She moaned. I washed her, her heat evident. Then a rumble in her muscles gave away her secret and she brighten. “OH that was horrible” she said. “oh don’t worry, I’m sure Franks seen a woman or two cum” older staff said.

“Right now for her soles” sister said. Vicky and Hattie started to propel her to the edge of the bath. “Jayne worked out what was coming quicker than me. “NO, not like that please, he’ll see everything” everyone laughed including me for I already had. But when they’d lowered her over the end and spread her legs she was right to complain. This was the most diabolical way to display such a young woman. Her abdomen forced over the edge of the bath legs spread meant that her womanhood opened itself to view and I could see deeply into it as I washed the soles of her feet.

“You can rinse her like that if you like” sister said. I liked very much and got the other sponge. I dowsed her copiously with the clear water the soap running off her. Her rear view was now clean and the girls pulled her up so that I could dowse her front. She stood their dripping wet but very clean. Sister passed me the towel. I knew from a conversation with Alison that the drying was the bit the girls hated. It was find if you did it yourself but very uncomfortable and not always very successful if others did it for you.

I started at the top, Jayne tried still to get free but she was exhausted so her fight came in fits and starts. Eventually she resigned herself to being done and just let me finish her. She was released and the group broke into ‘happy birthday to you’ and a cake with 18 candles was brought in. We all ate and drank juice. Jayne quite happily sitting there naked. A round of kisses and we all left. Vicky retrieved Jayne’s clothes for her.