Well Done George you have a great board here and I hope you don't mind if I re-post my various strippings as they happened to me.
I will sort them out over the next few days and start on unpublished stuff.
I am going to put a little more detail on each of my experiences so here is what happened to me on my first day at work.
As you know my mother was also a nurse and some of her experiences are posted on this website. On my first day I was welcomed to the ward as usual a couple of the older nurses knew my mother well and had either made up their mind to initiate me quickly or somehow get back at my mother, I never did find out!
I knew something was afoot as part of the fun is to wind up the new student and have people grab you and say "just kidding" or "next time". At the shift changeover there are always more staff around so I have found out this is the best time if it is to be done during the day.
I was asked by sister to carry some spare towels with her into the bathroom and I trusted her and followed her into the room. Well you have guessed I fell for the original setup and was pounced upon.
The bath was full already to the maximum of ice cold water and I knew pretty much was going to happen next and tried to get loose but there was far too many and despite my struggles I was well overpowered and helpless. I felt my shoes being removed and the zipper pulled down on my uniform and it was easily pulled over my head. I was dunked into the water in just my underwear and the bathroom emptied quickly.
They did leave the towels and my uniform so I was able to get dried and dressed before returning to cheers at the ward. It must be said that the whole incident actually changed me and I kind of enjoyed the attention as well as my helplessness, I did now trust them and even helped with another couple of students shortly afterwards, I enjoyed that too.
Saturday, 1 April 2000
2nd Stripping by Katrina
Second Stripping
When I was accepted to be a nurse my mother did warn me to keep an eye on the rest of them and try to avoid being enticed into the bathing rooms, but just generally be on my guard.
I started and the usual chat brought out the fact that since my mother was a nurse then I should be aware of what was in front of me despite mu initial initiation I thought I knew. The problem that at that time i did not. During the first few weeks I could hear the screams of my fellow students as they were one by one picked off and put in the bath. Some got off lightly and were put in the bath fully clothed when they were given a choice, however light everything in life it did depend on who was doing the initiation and what they had endured in the past.
I was grabbed in the changing room immediately after an early shift and actually carried through to the room where there was a large crowd waiting. I was given a choice of being of being dunked in my uniform, naked, or in my underwear. I did not want my uniform soaked I had my watch still pinned on it and a couple of pens so I made a decision to go in my underwear. I had a nice matching set on and hey it could not be any different than being in a bikini could it?
Lesson one for student nurses do not expect your colleagues to stop stripping you once they have started. They removed my uniform with no resistance as agreed but then when it was removed over my head it could feel my bra being unhooked. My arms were caught up as the sleeves were pulled slowly over and someone started to pull my panties down, I though it might just be a tease for the audience but they did not go back up. I was trapped inside as they just held me there and my panties were pulled slowly down over my knees, at this point I was helpless and knew I was going to lose them. As they were pulled over my ankles and away from me the cheers were deafening in the room. The bra just came away with my top as they resumed the removal over my head.
Now that is embarrassing to be totally naked in a packed room of workmates and colleagues , still held knowing that you have to be put in a bath of freezing cold water. I protested and struggled but this upped the entertainment for all these onlookers. The girls easily lifted me up by the arms and legs up high and placed me in the bath, god it was cold. Again the room was loud with cheering and my screaming. I tried to splash my initiators with the water and caught a few third years quite well I thought.
Lesson Two don't splash third years when you are naked in a crowded room full of people lokking for more entertainment. They don't need encouragement to humiliate students but the suggestions being shouted out from the crowd worried me as I was lifted clear of the water.
Predictably there was no towel, most of my student friends had to make there way back to the changing rooms soaken either clothed or naked, it was a short run but had been done before so I was prepared for it, anyway I had nothing to hide. However I was still being held as suggestions of shave her, take her to the doctor's room, tie her to a trolly, we will take her off your hand (porters, or do it again).
The third years put me in a wheel chair and covered me with a sheet and took me to another ward at the other end of the hospital. Nobody will defend you as they do not want to be next on the list. I was tied to a bed much the same as the girl that George found in a side ward and left for about an hour.
They must have used their break time already so I was being put on hold until their next opportunity. When they arrived to see me their numbers had swelled and I reckon every third year in the hospital was in the room. The third year from my own ward was there and she had been given the "honours".
Lesson three. The honours are for them not for you. My limbs were intied and my legs were lifted and separated ready to be shaved. I kept myself pretty neatly trimmed there but that was soon to be undone, I was very gently shaved of every pubic hair and silently given a lesson of not to mess with third years. I was informed that I would now be top there list and would have to be on my best behaviour as there was no end to the list of "punishments" that I would have to suffer and that I was getting off lightly.
Visiting time was coming up so I was given the choice of finding my way naked back to the ward of being taken back in the chair by a porter. Since I had no wish to running naked round a hospital I chose the porter.
Lesson Four. Do not let a porter wheel a naked nurse albeit covered with a sheet back to the ward. Porters cannot possibly take a nurse straight back without displaying their trophy to their colleagues. I had to stand and turn in the porters horrible little area I thought I saw a camera and would not be surprised but eventually they dropped me off just short of the changing room so they could squeeze one last streak out of me.
I have to say that despite the trauma initially the initiation ceremonies do break the ice and prove that everyone is in the same boat, nursing is such a intense profession that these pranks do relieve some of the tension and since everyone is "done" then nobody feels victimised.......unless they want too.
We had a couple in our year that in hindsight I think they actually encouraged it, but that's enough fo now I did not think I would ever tell that to anyone but I feel the better of it now.
When I was accepted to be a nurse my mother did warn me to keep an eye on the rest of them and try to avoid being enticed into the bathing rooms, but just generally be on my guard.
I started and the usual chat brought out the fact that since my mother was a nurse then I should be aware of what was in front of me despite mu initial initiation I thought I knew. The problem that at that time i did not. During the first few weeks I could hear the screams of my fellow students as they were one by one picked off and put in the bath. Some got off lightly and were put in the bath fully clothed when they were given a choice, however light everything in life it did depend on who was doing the initiation and what they had endured in the past.
I was grabbed in the changing room immediately after an early shift and actually carried through to the room where there was a large crowd waiting. I was given a choice of being of being dunked in my uniform, naked, or in my underwear. I did not want my uniform soaked I had my watch still pinned on it and a couple of pens so I made a decision to go in my underwear. I had a nice matching set on and hey it could not be any different than being in a bikini could it?
Lesson one for student nurses do not expect your colleagues to stop stripping you once they have started. They removed my uniform with no resistance as agreed but then when it was removed over my head it could feel my bra being unhooked. My arms were caught up as the sleeves were pulled slowly over and someone started to pull my panties down, I though it might just be a tease for the audience but they did not go back up. I was trapped inside as they just held me there and my panties were pulled slowly down over my knees, at this point I was helpless and knew I was going to lose them. As they were pulled over my ankles and away from me the cheers were deafening in the room. The bra just came away with my top as they resumed the removal over my head.
Now that is embarrassing to be totally naked in a packed room of workmates and colleagues , still held knowing that you have to be put in a bath of freezing cold water. I protested and struggled but this upped the entertainment for all these onlookers. The girls easily lifted me up by the arms and legs up high and placed me in the bath, god it was cold. Again the room was loud with cheering and my screaming. I tried to splash my initiators with the water and caught a few third years quite well I thought.
Lesson Two don't splash third years when you are naked in a crowded room full of people lokking for more entertainment. They don't need encouragement to humiliate students but the suggestions being shouted out from the crowd worried me as I was lifted clear of the water.
Predictably there was no towel, most of my student friends had to make there way back to the changing rooms soaken either clothed or naked, it was a short run but had been done before so I was prepared for it, anyway I had nothing to hide. However I was still being held as suggestions of shave her, take her to the doctor's room, tie her to a trolly, we will take her off your hand (porters, or do it again).
The third years put me in a wheel chair and covered me with a sheet and took me to another ward at the other end of the hospital. Nobody will defend you as they do not want to be next on the list. I was tied to a bed much the same as the girl that George found in a side ward and left for about an hour.
They must have used their break time already so I was being put on hold until their next opportunity. When they arrived to see me their numbers had swelled and I reckon every third year in the hospital was in the room. The third year from my own ward was there and she had been given the "honours".
Lesson three. The honours are for them not for you. My limbs were intied and my legs were lifted and separated ready to be shaved. I kept myself pretty neatly trimmed there but that was soon to be undone, I was very gently shaved of every pubic hair and silently given a lesson of not to mess with third years. I was informed that I would now be top there list and would have to be on my best behaviour as there was no end to the list of "punishments" that I would have to suffer and that I was getting off lightly.
Visiting time was coming up so I was given the choice of finding my way naked back to the ward of being taken back in the chair by a porter. Since I had no wish to running naked round a hospital I chose the porter.
Lesson Four. Do not let a porter wheel a naked nurse albeit covered with a sheet back to the ward. Porters cannot possibly take a nurse straight back without displaying their trophy to their colleagues. I had to stand and turn in the porters horrible little area I thought I saw a camera and would not be surprised but eventually they dropped me off just short of the changing room so they could squeeze one last streak out of me.
I have to say that despite the trauma initially the initiation ceremonies do break the ice and prove that everyone is in the same boat, nursing is such a intense profession that these pranks do relieve some of the tension and since everyone is "done" then nobody feels victimised.......unless they want too.
We had a couple in our year that in hindsight I think they actually encouraged it, but that's enough fo now I did not think I would ever tell that to anyone but I feel the better of it now.
3rd Stripping by Katrina
Third Stripping
For my third stripping I was guilty in being more than a little naive. I had announced to everyone the previous week that on that particular Thursday I would have been nursing exactly one year.
I now know to my own and other's cost than us nurses only need a thinly veiled excuse to be involved in further devilment.
On the day in question I had been asked to help make up the bed in the single ward ajoining the main ward, the other nurse and myself were putting the sheets on as you do and working away as normal whn she grabbed my wrists and pulled me over the bed.
My squeal attracted another member of staff into the room who asked what was going on only to be told that I was exactly one year as a nurse and we should be arking the occasion.
By this time the room was filling up fast and I was still held over the bed bent at the waist with my feet on the ground. I was pretty helpless and knew something was going to happen. My shoes were removed and my uniform lifted up to reveal my panties and tights. I heard someone say that I should be undressed and I was set about.
Still helpless over the bed someone reached round me and unzipped my dress and it was pulled clear over my head, at the same time my pants and tights were easily taken away as my legs were now held out level with the bed. In the middle of all this I could feel my bra being unhooked and slip over my outstretched arms and within a couple of minutes I had been stripped naked.
This was my first experience of an unplanned strip. It just happened on the spur of the moment. I eventually was released but all my clothes had been taken away after a few minutes my uniform was passed through the door. I had to finish my shift like that and my underwear was hanging up in the changing room at the end of the shift.
It took me by surprise that day just how little excuse is needed and have used that many times since to get my own back.
For my third stripping I was guilty in being more than a little naive. I had announced to everyone the previous week that on that particular Thursday I would have been nursing exactly one year.
I now know to my own and other's cost than us nurses only need a thinly veiled excuse to be involved in further devilment.
On the day in question I had been asked to help make up the bed in the single ward ajoining the main ward, the other nurse and myself were putting the sheets on as you do and working away as normal whn she grabbed my wrists and pulled me over the bed.
My squeal attracted another member of staff into the room who asked what was going on only to be told that I was exactly one year as a nurse and we should be arking the occasion.
By this time the room was filling up fast and I was still held over the bed bent at the waist with my feet on the ground. I was pretty helpless and knew something was going to happen. My shoes were removed and my uniform lifted up to reveal my panties and tights. I heard someone say that I should be undressed and I was set about.
Still helpless over the bed someone reached round me and unzipped my dress and it was pulled clear over my head, at the same time my pants and tights were easily taken away as my legs were now held out level with the bed. In the middle of all this I could feel my bra being unhooked and slip over my outstretched arms and within a couple of minutes I had been stripped naked.
This was my first experience of an unplanned strip. It just happened on the spur of the moment. I eventually was released but all my clothes had been taken away after a few minutes my uniform was passed through the door. I had to finish my shift like that and my underwear was hanging up in the changing room at the end of the shift.
It took me by surprise that day just how little excuse is needed and have used that many times since to get my own back.
4th Stripping Katrina
4th Stripping
My 18th birthday started out pretty normal at work until I went to get changed. I was on an early shift as we were all going out to celebrate my birthday.
I was gettting serious wind up from everyone in the hospital with unbelievable promises of what was going to happen to me. Suffice to say that I was threatened stripping, forced streaking, shaving, and embarassing trips to various parts of the hospital including a simple handover to porters.
As it happens nothing happened at the hopital until I got to the changing room. My colleagues had obtained an empty trolley which covered will a towel, gaffer tape, handcuffs, a shaving tray, lacy top stockings and a disposable camera.
I got the fright of my life and changed out of my uniform. The girls were winding me up as it was only a joke to unsettle me.....it worked.
The arrangements were that we would all go out and celebrate then go back to the flat for more drinks.
We had a lot to drink at the pub and we were soon home for more drinks. A drinking quiz game was suggested with a forfeit of an item of clothing or a drink to be down in one. If you did not manage the drink in one then you still forfeited an item of clothing. Great idea except since it was my birthday I would go first and also be the only player.
I was set up good and proper I did as best as I could and started getting questions wrong and therefore getting drunker very quickly. I soon began to lose items of clothing regularly and was getting drunker and drunker. I soon forgot about anyone else being asked any question as I was given more drink and had clothing taken away.
I was like a lamb to the slaughter and after half an hour was well drunk and had been stripped naked. I do not remember much after this but I know I was shaved completly of all pubic hair and I have seen the photographs of it happening although it was pretty obvious. There are numerous photos of me in the corridor naked being held up.
My 18th birthday started out pretty normal at work until I went to get changed. I was on an early shift as we were all going out to celebrate my birthday.
I was gettting serious wind up from everyone in the hospital with unbelievable promises of what was going to happen to me. Suffice to say that I was threatened stripping, forced streaking, shaving, and embarassing trips to various parts of the hospital including a simple handover to porters.
As it happens nothing happened at the hopital until I got to the changing room. My colleagues had obtained an empty trolley which covered will a towel, gaffer tape, handcuffs, a shaving tray, lacy top stockings and a disposable camera.
I got the fright of my life and changed out of my uniform. The girls were winding me up as it was only a joke to unsettle me.....it worked.
The arrangements were that we would all go out and celebrate then go back to the flat for more drinks.
We had a lot to drink at the pub and we were soon home for more drinks. A drinking quiz game was suggested with a forfeit of an item of clothing or a drink to be down in one. If you did not manage the drink in one then you still forfeited an item of clothing. Great idea except since it was my birthday I would go first and also be the only player.
I was set up good and proper I did as best as I could and started getting questions wrong and therefore getting drunker very quickly. I soon began to lose items of clothing regularly and was getting drunker and drunker. I soon forgot about anyone else being asked any question as I was given more drink and had clothing taken away.
I was like a lamb to the slaughter and after half an hour was well drunk and had been stripped naked. I do not remember much after this but I know I was shaved completly of all pubic hair and I have seen the photographs of it happening although it was pretty obvious. There are numerous photos of me in the corridor naked being held up.
5th Stripping by Katrina
5th Stripping "On Holiday with the Girls"
Anyway most of the girls on me student intake kept in touch regularly whilst we were posted in various parts of the hospital and decided that we all a deserved holiday in the sun.
Now here we are 8 student nurses in Ibiza in two ajoining self catering apartments causing mayhem wherever we go. We spend a large part of the day recovering from the night before and after a week I think we all ahd fallen asleep on the beach and woke up minus bikini bottoms ( we were topless anyway).
The night clubs were fantastic and 8 nurses were welcome anywhere we did not have to pay entry anywhere. As usual in these clubs the games and competitions revolving around nudity and flashing body parts or wet T shirts etc. One of our girls got through to the final and won the wet t shirt competition one evening and as well as a cash prize and a case of cheap sparkling wine the losing finalist stripped her of her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her t shirt had long long at this point but the combination of euphoria and drink made her oblivious to the cheering, but what the heck she was on holiday.
In the second week we were at a new club with another set of games, the usual bring up a bra, bring up somebody else's bra, knickers etc. All the other girls had suffered topless karaoke and forfeited clothing and I had until now got off relatively lightly.
The game consisted of teams of 8 (by coincidence!) and various tasks like collect 8 beermats, them 8 different shoes, then out of the blue the request came out for 1 naked nurse. I did not find out until later that a couple of the girls reckoned it was my turn and were worried that we were running out of time. There was no problem at all with the DJ and he apparantly was quite keen on the idea!
We were in a circle on the dance floor and I was looking round to see if there was an obvious victim but everytime my eyes met with my friends they were all looking at me. My heart dropped as I realised that I was about to stripped in public in front of total strangers. I was pushed into the centre of the circle and they set about removing the minimal clothing that I had on. You don't wear much in a spanish night club and it did not take long to have it forcibly removed. They carried me to the DJ on the stage who was clearly delighted and I was held for the deafening crowd to see. Now that was embarrassing my clothes were lost in the rush and I was given a long t shirt to wear for the rest of the evening.
On the back of the t shirt it says "I was stripped at Club Loco and was given this t shirt to get home"
When we eventually went from the club I read the signs outside where the stripping is a nightly attraction and I had been unaware if it. I still have the t shirt which is a good reminder of my first public stripping.
Anyway most of the girls on me student intake kept in touch regularly whilst we were posted in various parts of the hospital and decided that we all a deserved holiday in the sun.
Now here we are 8 student nurses in Ibiza in two ajoining self catering apartments causing mayhem wherever we go. We spend a large part of the day recovering from the night before and after a week I think we all ahd fallen asleep on the beach and woke up minus bikini bottoms ( we were topless anyway).
The night clubs were fantastic and 8 nurses were welcome anywhere we did not have to pay entry anywhere. As usual in these clubs the games and competitions revolving around nudity and flashing body parts or wet T shirts etc. One of our girls got through to the final and won the wet t shirt competition one evening and as well as a cash prize and a case of cheap sparkling wine the losing finalist stripped her of her bottoms and threw them into the crowd. Her t shirt had long long at this point but the combination of euphoria and drink made her oblivious to the cheering, but what the heck she was on holiday.
In the second week we were at a new club with another set of games, the usual bring up a bra, bring up somebody else's bra, knickers etc. All the other girls had suffered topless karaoke and forfeited clothing and I had until now got off relatively lightly.
The game consisted of teams of 8 (by coincidence!) and various tasks like collect 8 beermats, them 8 different shoes, then out of the blue the request came out for 1 naked nurse. I did not find out until later that a couple of the girls reckoned it was my turn and were worried that we were running out of time. There was no problem at all with the DJ and he apparantly was quite keen on the idea!
We were in a circle on the dance floor and I was looking round to see if there was an obvious victim but everytime my eyes met with my friends they were all looking at me. My heart dropped as I realised that I was about to stripped in public in front of total strangers. I was pushed into the centre of the circle and they set about removing the minimal clothing that I had on. You don't wear much in a spanish night club and it did not take long to have it forcibly removed. They carried me to the DJ on the stage who was clearly delighted and I was held for the deafening crowd to see. Now that was embarrassing my clothes were lost in the rush and I was given a long t shirt to wear for the rest of the evening.
On the back of the t shirt it says "I was stripped at Club Loco and was given this t shirt to get home"
When we eventually went from the club I read the signs outside where the stripping is a nightly attraction and I had been unaware if it. I still have the t shirt which is a good reminder of my first public stripping.
6th Stripping by Katrina
6th Stripping 21st Birthday
My 21st Birthday was clearly well publicized, I was having a party at the flat and had invited colleagues from work and friends from school etc. I had a little poster made up and invitations just like everyone else I suppose.
Nurses celebrate occasions like this with high jinx of their own, I knew I would be out of my uniform at some point on the day and according to the last few 21st's I had seen or heard about I would be subject to the "dreaded shave".
I was working on my birthday on the early shift and had arranged for the party at night. There was one of the posters altered to state that at 12.00 noon at my ward there would be the opportunity to wish happy birthday "in the traditional manner". I kind of guessed what this would be so I tried to put it to the back of my mind. During the shift the rest would tease me and wind me up, but since I had aoften been on the other end I was not too worried and just wanted it to be over with.
At about 11.0'clock I was grabbed and dragged into the side ward by the rest of the nurses on shift and on to the bed. The room had been cleared and the bed was all that was there. They tied my wrists and ankles to the frame with furry pink velcro handcuffs, they were the novelty ones but they certainly did the trick, I was not expecting this as the room began to fill up with other nurses from around the hospital.
There would have been about 30 people in the room and at 12 Noon exactly 2 of the doctors from the hospital came in. Nobody seemed the slightest affected by the fact that I was tied to the bed. They read out a couple of cards and said that in keeping with the traditions of the hospital that I was to celebrate my 21st birthday naked.
Like a military operation I was then loosened from my handcuffs but held firmly as my shoes were taken off my feet, at the same time I was watching hands fighting over my zip as it was pulled down and my uniform dres lifted up and over my head.
I was wearing black stockings and suspender belt with sexy underwear on the advice of my ward sister. There was a cheer of approval as this came into view, apparantly this too is an often used "treat" for the onlookers and by the noise in the room must have worked again. It did not stop them peeling everything off me though as I was continued to be stripped naked and retied to the bed.
My ward sister then said that since we had a few students in the room we would now have a small training session on pubic shaving. My legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups and the sister expertly shaved me completely bare.
Next I was returned to my bindings and a cake was produced and everyone sang happy birthday to me, I was loosened to blow out the candles then everyone just left the room as if nothing had happened, I was naked and shaved as expected standing in a room with a birthday cake!
Predictably my devious lot had played the naughty nurse routine again and had pinched my clothes but did return with a tray of bubbly to have with the cake together with a single stocking and my bra. "Could manage to retrieve an more" they said, so I had to partly streak across the corridor to the changing room where the rest were, it's just a game you see!
After the shift we got changed and got dressed to kill and hit the pub across the road before going back to the flat. My flatmates had organised the food and drink so I was told just turn up, bring your workmates, and we will celebrate.
The barstaff asked what the occasion was and they sent over a bottle of bubbly, quite a few drinks were sent over from faces I thought I recognised from earlier so by the time the minibus arrived we were all pretty frisky.
There were 15 going back to the party and it only had 12 seats the driver was not happy taking more than the limit but we promised not to tell and crushed up onto the available seating. I was sitting on Marion's knee and was asked how I enjoyed this afternoon celebrations. I said I had been expecting it and it was not so bad but I was happy that it was over and I did not have to go through it again.
Well, four of the girls on the bus missed the show because they had to work to let other go and Marion who is not the smallest put her arms round my waist to hold me firm and said "Who said you don't have to go through it again?"
I was sitting on Marion's knee in the centre of the back seat, and was being held in place. My top was lifted up and away as my mini skirt was unzipped and taken. There were no howls of appreciation now my stockings and underwear were just pulled off me as I was held helpless and now naked for the second time today. My clothes were passed down the bus and place on the startled driver's knee, I could see him looking in the mirror as my arms and legs were held back for hime to checkout the view.
We arrived in a few minutes and I was abandoned with the driver to get dressed and follow them up to the party. The driver must have thought his luck was in but I quickly popped on my top and skirt collected the rest and scarpered.
I got properly dressed in the toilet in the flat and came out to cheering as it was obvious the advance party had told them what had happened.
The party was fabulous the girls had made plenty food and everyone was mixing well and nobody was complaining about the noise. The flat filled up slowly then when the evening shift nurses found their way it got pretty crowded and about 11 another cake was produced. I blew out the candles and there were a few shouts saying I should blow them out naked just like the hospital but thankfully someone said that was the tradition of the hospital only and not necessary here.
Then a shout went up for birthday bumps no luck here I thought as I was grabbed by four guys by a leg or arm each. The guys with my legs could not help them selves parting them gently to get a proper eyefull of my stocking tops and underwear, but hey that's why I had them on I thought.
As they raised me for the first bump a shout went up (female I'm sure) should she not be in her birthday suit for her birthday bumps? My heart sank as no reason was given and my flatmates were given the job off stripping me as I was still held off the ground by these appreciative guys who could not believe their luck.
The girls took their time spinning it out for maximum pleasure for the guys and maximum suffering for me as they pretended to be on my side when my skirt and top were removed saying "is this enough?" then unclipping my suspender belt, "is this enough/" then one stocking then the other then my bra, then held there with just a lacy thong "is this enough?" NO was the answer as it was eased down my legs to gasps by those who had not realised the shaving and tossed to the corner of the room. I was then bumped 21 times and released reluctantly these guys would have held me there all night given the chance.
My clothes were not lying in a neat pile nor did I get any help as they were either hidden or sat on or stuffed in pockets or just teasingly thrown around the room. The girls did not allow me into the bedroom for replacements and I finished the party partly dressed but I had survived the day.
My 21st Birthday was clearly well publicized, I was having a party at the flat and had invited colleagues from work and friends from school etc. I had a little poster made up and invitations just like everyone else I suppose.
Nurses celebrate occasions like this with high jinx of their own, I knew I would be out of my uniform at some point on the day and according to the last few 21st's I had seen or heard about I would be subject to the "dreaded shave".
I was working on my birthday on the early shift and had arranged for the party at night. There was one of the posters altered to state that at 12.00 noon at my ward there would be the opportunity to wish happy birthday "in the traditional manner". I kind of guessed what this would be so I tried to put it to the back of my mind. During the shift the rest would tease me and wind me up, but since I had aoften been on the other end I was not too worried and just wanted it to be over with.
At about 11.0'clock I was grabbed and dragged into the side ward by the rest of the nurses on shift and on to the bed. The room had been cleared and the bed was all that was there. They tied my wrists and ankles to the frame with furry pink velcro handcuffs, they were the novelty ones but they certainly did the trick, I was not expecting this as the room began to fill up with other nurses from around the hospital.
There would have been about 30 people in the room and at 12 Noon exactly 2 of the doctors from the hospital came in. Nobody seemed the slightest affected by the fact that I was tied to the bed. They read out a couple of cards and said that in keeping with the traditions of the hospital that I was to celebrate my 21st birthday naked.
Like a military operation I was then loosened from my handcuffs but held firmly as my shoes were taken off my feet, at the same time I was watching hands fighting over my zip as it was pulled down and my uniform dres lifted up and over my head.
I was wearing black stockings and suspender belt with sexy underwear on the advice of my ward sister. There was a cheer of approval as this came into view, apparantly this too is an often used "treat" for the onlookers and by the noise in the room must have worked again. It did not stop them peeling everything off me though as I was continued to be stripped naked and retied to the bed.
My ward sister then said that since we had a few students in the room we would now have a small training session on pubic shaving. My legs were freed and lifted into the stirrups and the sister expertly shaved me completely bare.
Next I was returned to my bindings and a cake was produced and everyone sang happy birthday to me, I was loosened to blow out the candles then everyone just left the room as if nothing had happened, I was naked and shaved as expected standing in a room with a birthday cake!
Predictably my devious lot had played the naughty nurse routine again and had pinched my clothes but did return with a tray of bubbly to have with the cake together with a single stocking and my bra. "Could manage to retrieve an more" they said, so I had to partly streak across the corridor to the changing room where the rest were, it's just a game you see!
After the shift we got changed and got dressed to kill and hit the pub across the road before going back to the flat. My flatmates had organised the food and drink so I was told just turn up, bring your workmates, and we will celebrate.
The barstaff asked what the occasion was and they sent over a bottle of bubbly, quite a few drinks were sent over from faces I thought I recognised from earlier so by the time the minibus arrived we were all pretty frisky.
There were 15 going back to the party and it only had 12 seats the driver was not happy taking more than the limit but we promised not to tell and crushed up onto the available seating. I was sitting on Marion's knee and was asked how I enjoyed this afternoon celebrations. I said I had been expecting it and it was not so bad but I was happy that it was over and I did not have to go through it again.
Well, four of the girls on the bus missed the show because they had to work to let other go and Marion who is not the smallest put her arms round my waist to hold me firm and said "Who said you don't have to go through it again?"
I was sitting on Marion's knee in the centre of the back seat, and was being held in place. My top was lifted up and away as my mini skirt was unzipped and taken. There were no howls of appreciation now my stockings and underwear were just pulled off me as I was held helpless and now naked for the second time today. My clothes were passed down the bus and place on the startled driver's knee, I could see him looking in the mirror as my arms and legs were held back for hime to checkout the view.
We arrived in a few minutes and I was abandoned with the driver to get dressed and follow them up to the party. The driver must have thought his luck was in but I quickly popped on my top and skirt collected the rest and scarpered.
I got properly dressed in the toilet in the flat and came out to cheering as it was obvious the advance party had told them what had happened.
The party was fabulous the girls had made plenty food and everyone was mixing well and nobody was complaining about the noise. The flat filled up slowly then when the evening shift nurses found their way it got pretty crowded and about 11 another cake was produced. I blew out the candles and there were a few shouts saying I should blow them out naked just like the hospital but thankfully someone said that was the tradition of the hospital only and not necessary here.
Then a shout went up for birthday bumps no luck here I thought as I was grabbed by four guys by a leg or arm each. The guys with my legs could not help them selves parting them gently to get a proper eyefull of my stocking tops and underwear, but hey that's why I had them on I thought.
As they raised me for the first bump a shout went up (female I'm sure) should she not be in her birthday suit for her birthday bumps? My heart sank as no reason was given and my flatmates were given the job off stripping me as I was still held off the ground by these appreciative guys who could not believe their luck.
The girls took their time spinning it out for maximum pleasure for the guys and maximum suffering for me as they pretended to be on my side when my skirt and top were removed saying "is this enough?" then unclipping my suspender belt, "is this enough/" then one stocking then the other then my bra, then held there with just a lacy thong "is this enough?" NO was the answer as it was eased down my legs to gasps by those who had not realised the shaving and tossed to the corner of the room. I was then bumped 21 times and released reluctantly these guys would have held me there all night given the chance.
My clothes were not lying in a neat pile nor did I get any help as they were either hidden or sat on or stuffed in pockets or just teasingly thrown around the room. The girls did not allow me into the bedroom for replacements and I finished the party partly dressed but I had survived the day.
9th Stripping by Katrina
9th Stripping: Qualified as Sister
Of course I knew what would be in store for me when I qualified as a Nursing Sister it's just the when bit. In my case it came unexpectedly when a parcel arrived at the ward.
I had passed the exam and that was common knowledge we had been out for a drink and nothing had happened but this parcel contained my new uniform! The rest of my colleagues now rounded on me to try it on, but I refused saying I wanted to try it at home first to check it fitted and to make any minor adjustments.
They would not take no for an answer and just like every other person in my position at that moment they crowded round me and herded me along to the changing room. I said that I was not going to just change in front of them to which the mob concensus was that I should and that that were going to help me.
Whilst still standing in the changing room I was unceremoniously stripped of my old uniform and rather than leave it at that my bra, tights and panties were whipped off me together with my shoes leaving me starkers (again) in the changing room. At this point they just left the room with my clothes.
Since all they left me with was my new uniform I had no choice but to put it on and follow them over to the desk do a twirl and collect my clothes.
I must admit I did think that that would be the end of it qualifying as a sister but that's now another story.
Of course I knew what would be in store for me when I qualified as a Nursing Sister it's just the when bit. In my case it came unexpectedly when a parcel arrived at the ward.
I had passed the exam and that was common knowledge we had been out for a drink and nothing had happened but this parcel contained my new uniform! The rest of my colleagues now rounded on me to try it on, but I refused saying I wanted to try it at home first to check it fitted and to make any minor adjustments.
They would not take no for an answer and just like every other person in my position at that moment they crowded round me and herded me along to the changing room. I said that I was not going to just change in front of them to which the mob concensus was that I should and that that were going to help me.
Whilst still standing in the changing room I was unceremoniously stripped of my old uniform and rather than leave it at that my bra, tights and panties were whipped off me together with my shoes leaving me starkers (again) in the changing room. At this point they just left the room with my clothes.
Since all they left me with was my new uniform I had no choice but to put it on and follow them over to the desk do a twirl and collect my clothes.
I must admit I did think that that would be the end of it qualifying as a sister but that's now another story.
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