The Scotish Midwife by Esme

I trained as a midwife in South East Scotland in the early 1980s. Twelve of us started together and after 10 weeks in school we where sent to our first wards. We where working in a women’s hospital which provided services other than maternity services. It no longer exist being pulled down and replaced some distance away by a new purpose built general hospital.

We’d been on ward for the odd day here and there and mixed with the students a head of us, in the residence or in the canteen for those who lived at home. They’d told us all sorts of shocking tales about what happens to gullible, or none team player new starters. I think we where all apprehensive. My first ward was the after care ward looking after mother and baby.

On day three and looking back on it should have suspected something it seemed that every ward had more midwives and nurses than it required. As I and two friends where coming off duty we where steered by a group of second and third years into the antenatal area. As soon as I entered I knew what was going down in as much as this was it this was going to be the initiation.

The room was similar to a changing room at the bath’s. The sandy floor tales extended up the wall. In the middle and around the walls where coat hooks above benches with baskets under them. The rectangular room had two sturdy wooden doors to the outside world and a curtained off opening opposite them on the two long sides.

Further nurses where brought in, the two after me where assigned to antenatal services, they protested immediately, they seemed to know what was coming, they where saying things like “You can’t” and “God girls do you know what they are going to do to you” the second and third years prevented them from telling us. Another few of us where brought in making 12 in all. What I then noticed was that the student midwife who was already a trained nurse was brought in. She tried to force her way back out immediately. But she was pushed back. She protested too saying she was not a new starter she was already a nurse. The third year who seemed to be in charge just said something like, “Well now you’re a student again, your not yet a midwife”. She looked as terrified as the two of us that where assign to antenatal obviously she knew what to expect.

“Right girls lets have you out of your things” the third year in charge said. We all just looked at each other in stunned surprise. We’d been told various stories about being stripped but no one had mentioned stripping yourself. We obviously hadn’t moved fast enough because the next statement was a threat, “Come on, come on or we’ll have to help you” the group of second years and third years began to look ominous and close in on us. It seemed pointless to make a fuss, it was going to happen so I started to undress. Soon we where all in various stages of undress, the quicker ones had come to a stop in pants and bra, I was just getting my tights off. “Don’t be shy or bashful girls we’re all nurses” looks passed around once more they couldn’t be serious. “We’ve got gowns for you” a second year said turning into the far corner and picking up a pile of gowns. At least we weren’t going to be naked. I reached for my bra along with many others and was soon topless, now feeling the chill, it was actually quite warm. Next I slipped off my panties. As each girl became naked she was given a gown. However, when the qualified nurse finished stripping her clothes where immediately taken and she was not offered a gown. The same fate befell the two students who’d drawn antenatal as their first assignment. They protested at being left naked but this did them no good. The tried their best to conceal what they could looking very uncomfortable.

“Right you, first” a second year said to the girl stood next to me. The curtain was drawn back and she walked through. Some time passed and then a voice from behind the curtain said “next”. The curtain was drawn back and the student next to me was pointed at and she got up and walked over to the curtain. I saw the other student now moving between the cubicles which lay behind the curtain.

I was the next to be summoned forward. I went through the curtain and into the first cubicle. There a third year took my pulse, and respirations. I was then passed on to the next cubicle with another student coming from the reception area. The cubicles where basically a area screened off with a hardboard screen of about six feet high. It had a foot gap to the floor and a three foot gap to the ceiling. I could hear what was going on in the cubicles ahead of me. The first girl was being told to take off her gown and she wasn’t pleased about this. Two other students came in from the reception area and after a little struggle the nurse already in the cubical asked what the fuss had been all about.

Now in my new cubical I had my blood pressure taken. When done and we where told to change again I noticed the first student in the open area in front of the cubicles. She was now naked and protesting but the nurse in charge just said that was the price she’d have to pay for all the fuss. She walked into her next cubicle and gasped or said something I saw her briefly try to back away before being pushed into my cubicle. I could here her struggling and pleading.

In the next cubicle I was told that I was to be weighed and my height measured but since I was over 21 the rules for me where different to the two previous students. I had to be naked for this. No big deal I thought so took off the gown. Once measured the gown was given back to me. The other student was still complaining what had really frighten me was her comment of ‘not shoving it up me bum”.

I was then pasted onto the next cubicle and now heard the student next ahead of me say, “Oh don’t not like that”. I was now getting nervous as to what was ahead of me I didn’t really want to think about it. I was once more asked to strip naked. I had my breasts, waist and hips measured. Then I was passed on to whatever was so awful about the next cubic. I’d heard the first student struggling in her new cubicle. I now saw her naked once more looking un happy. The next in line to me came out looking a bit more sheepish than earlier.

I went into the next cubicle and the kidney dish told me everything. Rectal temperature. I was asked to strip again and bend over the couch. It wasn’t painful just uncomfortable. I could hear what was going on next door it sound like internals. The first student had now disappeared into the first brick walled cubicles. No sound could be heard but it seemed that there where more second and third years in their.

I was now passed to the next cubicle. The student a head of me appeared naked. She smiled I tried to smile back. Sure enough this last wooden cubicle was internal examinations. Vagina and rectum. Not very nice bit embarrassing being nude. But I was not given my gown back so appeared for all the five students behind me to see.

I was now taken to one of the four brick walled exam rooms. Still very naked I was told to climb up onto the couch. I knew what was coming by the look on the girls faces surrounding me. A pubic shave. This took a bit of time. There where four brick exam rooms so long could be spent on us and still have the line of students coming on up behind. I heard the next student going to the last available exam room as I was being trimmed. I then heard a shocked gasp from outside. I wasn’t sure why. Once I was shaved I thought that would be it. But no worse was to come. It was an enema. I was released with it inside me. I then realised what the gasp was as I was stepping back into the open area. The girls had seen the first student minus her bush. I looked down the open area to see the first of the antenatal girls still very naked being taken to the first cubicle.

I was taken to the waiting area after the brick cubicles. It was a area similar to the reception area except rather than wooden doors to the outside world it had another curtain and went onto the corridor which ran behind the wards. You could here porters and other people coming and going. I was sat looking down the open area. The curtain hadn’t been pull fully across at the short side. I cold watch the procession of students make their way up to the final destination. I very uncomfortable wooden bench with an enema inside you. I saw the next antennal student then the older trained nurse.

They where intent I think on torturing her. I found out later that she’d been very nasty to a few of the students and this was pay back. She was prevent from covering herself at all so everyone including me got a great view.

Eventually the first student needed to get rid of the enema. The catch was that the toilet was down the back corridor. She poked her head out and when she thought it was clear took to her heals. Soon after the other student a head of me and the student who came in after me had to go. They poked their heads out and made a dash for it. I then could hold no longer and had to do the same. I waited until it fell quiet and poked my head out. I then stepped out and not being able to run in case of an accident walked briskly to the toilet.

Of course that wasn’t the end of the problem. Now relieved I had to get back from the toilet. The only problem as the three students a head of me pointed out stood at the door was that you couldn’t hear through the solid door. The next student pushed the door open and I decided to go for it. Big mistake I’d got out into the corridor and made about half the distance when a porter turns the corner out of a ward. He whistles and says something like “way to go”. Consequently, by the time the others came to make their dash to the toilet or back the word had got out. Porters seemed to be turning up at just the wrong moment.

Unfortunately, it was made worse for the trained nurse. She was given the choice when to make her run and at least three porters got a great show. Once we where all done we where given our clothes back and welcomed with a drink.

Wife's Wrong identity Initiation by Chez Michigan

Some years ago now my wife was hired by a sales consultancy in Michigan. Shortly after starting she was asked to attend a symposium. The first night she was there she was invited to a party in the suite taken by a client company. Late in the evening she was sitting talking to a woman from this company who’d only been there a short time. Suddenly, a group of rowdy guys that she hadn’t noticed at the party, seemed to bare down on them. Next thing she knew she was picked up off the sofa she was sat on and the guys set about stripping her. She was extremely frighten but was to drunk and tired to put up much of a defence. She was soon naked and the guys turned her over and bound her hands with her pantyhose. They rummaged through her clothes for her room key, threaded a piece of string through it and hung it around her neck. They then picked her up and were carrying her out of the suite when a group of woman came in laughing. The lead woman screamed and shouted for the guys to put my wife down because she was the wrong woman. Another woman a the group said not to bother but to strip the right woman as well. The right woman being the woman she was sat next to. Soon both of them where naked in the corridor.

My wife took to her heels with the other woman behind her. My wife had to go up two flights to her floor. On her floor she realized how stupid this was because now she was naked in the corridor with no way in. She really didn’t know what to do. She struggled with the pantyhose’s for ages but it was no use. After about quarter of an hour she heard voice working their way too her. Suddenly a man and a woman turned the corner and saw her. They just smiled and said, “I see XXX is at it again”. They took the key from her neck opened her room door and untried her.

The next day my wife wasn’t sure for ages if it was a dream or it had really happened. Then she met the other woman. She apologized for what had happened and said it was there companies custom.

Cousin's Fast Food Initiation by Jake

Thought I'd post the only story I know that fits in with this boards theme and started my interest in such stories.

My cousin went to work for a fast food joint. Sometime during her first week her and a new guys had to do the team initiation. For him it was to run around a route between various tables with his pants down and gear on show. The girls enjoyed it. My cousin had to drop her pants and pull up her top and do the same course. Bush, bum and breasts on sure.

When she left after completing college she had to strip off completely and do a longer run. y then she'd partied with all of her colleagues and been on holiday and slept with a few so streak wasn't such a big thing.

Vicky

In twenty years of nursing I have only witnessed one event involving stripping. I’ve seen many a new starter dunked into a bath of freezing water. It’s not as common today as it was when I started. Even back then not our entire intake got dunked just those who either mentioned it or those we thought would take it as fun or not in a couple of cases.

The stripping event I witness occurred in my third year. I was on duty when the nurses’ station phone rang. It was one of the doctors to say that he’d lost his pager and could I look for it in the doctors’ room outside the ward in the main public area. I said I would and went to look. When I opened the door what a shock I got. Two female medical students where sat on the floor knees hunched up to their chests backs against the wall. At first I thought they where naked but realised that they still had on their bras and panties. They asked me to get them something to wear so they could go to the changing rooms and get dressed in spare clothes.

I agreed and went back onto ward to find something for them to wear. Sister asked me why the nurses’ station phone was off the hook preventing calls and why had I been off ward. I was in two minds as to whether or not to tell her the whole story but I did. I just got to the part about the two medical students when staff nurse arrived with other nurses.

Sister insisted on going to see for herself dragging me with her. Staff followed on behind us.

When we re-entered the room the two medical students where as I left them. Sister smiled and laughed amusingly at the two. “Typical, doctor’s only do half the job”. “Well staff what do you think should we find them something to wear” sister said. “At a price. They where lucky it wasn’t us stripping them”. “Stand up then lets have a look at you both”. Sister said.

The two slowly stood up trying to keep their bras and panties covered. Both where plain white work wear. “Have we still got those porter’s coats sent to us by mistake,” sister asked? “I think we do” staff replied. Sister picked up the in-house phone and asked who ever answered it to get and bring the two porter’s coats.

“Right the price is a little embarrassment!” sister said. I knew why, the dark haired medical student had been on our ward and she tried to tell sister of 30 years plus experience how to nurse on at least two occasions. I guest this was going to be payback.

“Right the bras and panties both of you” sister said.

The two who until then had been nervously smiling and giggling, where now shocked. “Your not serious” the dark haired one said. “Deadly!” Said sister. It was clear that both where refusing, so sister said, “Come on lets way back to work and leave these two to work out how to get back to the changing rooms in just pants and bra”. “No please wait. I know you’re mad at Libby but I’ve done nothing to deserve this I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time” the blonde said. “Well that will teach you to be in the wrong place at the wrong time; but its also very typical of doctor’s’, sister said.

The student arrived with the porter’s coats. Sister told her to wait at the door. “Well?” she said. Realising that they really had no choice the blonde started to strip out of her bra and once it was off trying to cover her breasts out of her panties. She stood there naked and covered holding her underwear. Sister reached out her hand to take them from her and she had to drop her arms to pass them over. The dark haired one knew the game was up and now quickly stripped. Sister had them stand uncovered so we could see everything then turn around slowly. Sister then passed the blonde her panties back and told me to pass her one of the coats. The dark haired one just got a coat sister retained her underwear. They both had to walk back to the changing room like that. Well I guess everyone knew what had happened in general but the rumours where very lurid indeed.

Greybeards tale

[George - I seem to remember in one of your comments you saying that you were thinking of opening up the board to experiences of initiations etc. outside the nursing profession, but I can't find it now. Perhaps you thought better of it when things got busier. Anyway, I offer this contribution somewhat outside the guidelines, and if you choose to delete it then I won't be offended in any way. Feel free to edit these first paragraphs if you wish.
"Greybeard"]

Taking up George's thoughts to maybe open up this board a bit more, this experience has nothing to do with nursing, but with his permission I could recount the events which introduced me to this sort of activity, and gave me a lifelong interest in similar happenings. Before the internet made such information easier to come by, there used to be stories of works initiation ceremonies in the various men's magazines, which I always enjoyed. I've looked for sites with these on recently, but with no success. Also, this story is perhaps not so much initiation as retribution!

When I was a student in the mid-sixties, I worked for a smallish wine, beer and spirit wholesalers as a summer job. I was young and fit, and spent most of my time in the warehouse taking crates of newly-bottled beer from the bottling plant to the storage area and stacking them, hard physical labour. When I started, I was looked on as something of an oddity - "Who would want to come here and work in their holidays?" - but I needed the money! Most of the staff were quite tolerant of the new, naive, still-wet-behind-the-ears employee, probably because I was doing the job they most disliked without complaint. After a few weeks settling in, and making friends with the storemen and lorry drivers, I was seriously warned never to go into the bottling plant on my own. I was slightly surprised at this, as a lot of the staff had been in the Forces, and seemed unafraid of anything or anybody. However, when I looked in, I could understand why. It was hot, steamy, noisy, and staffed entirely by about a dozen women, with the exception of the foreman, Harry, who was short, fat, in his fifties, and with a resigned air about him. The women were all old to me, but looking back were probably in their late twenties to forties, and very uninhibited. I certainly learnt a lot of new words listening to them, and heard of activities I had never even dreamt of (this was the sixties, after all) as I collected the crates of beer from where they were stacked just outside the plant doorway.

There was another student working there, Roger, who had started the week before me. He had far more confidence than me, and had to go into the bottling plant three or four times a week with some documentation. He would be whistled at by the women, and then cheek them off by implying that they were too old for him, and married. Harry mentioned this during one teabreak, which he often took with the warehouse staff as it was cooler and more peaceful, and as he said, "Things get a bit rough in there sometimes. He shouldn't wind the girls up - I have to suffer for it, and he will too." Nothing more was said or thought about this until Roger came in one Monday morning, and announced that this was his last week, and he couldn't wait to get back to the student life of drinking and chasing young girls. That didn't win him any friends among the staff, who thought all students were living off the tax they paid, and had an easy life. He was also foolish enough to say this to the bottling plant girls, with some remark that he was tired of seeing wrinkles and sags. Even I thought he was living dangerously.

About the middle of the Friday afternoon of that week, the warehouse was quiet, as most of the office staff and draymen had gone off to set up the bars at a nearby racecourse, where the company had the bar franchise for the weekend. The bottling plant was having its end-of-week cleanup and the girls were in a frivolous mood, judging by the shrieks and laughter coming through the plant doorway. Roger and I were clearing the last of the morning's production from the plant, and I had just set off with my sack-truck loaded with the last crates when I heard a rumpus behind me. I looked back to see Roger being dragged into the plant by some of the girls - he didn't look too worried, although even if he had, I had no intention of going up against that lot to rescue him. I went off to find some of the other staff, and told them the tale. "Oh no, they haven't started that again, have they? I though it had gone too quiet recently! " was one comment, and after rounding up the few people left, a party set off to the bottling plant.

Picture a doorway, with about five faces peering cautiously around the corners, wondering what what sight would meet their eyes. What they did see a few yards away was literally a scrum of women, with a figure on the ground in the middle, and three others kneeling around it. There were some buckets of water placed nearby, and I could see someone was in for a soaking. The noise was deafening, almost like a pack of hounds and their quarry. Roger was being held down, stretched out by two of the older women, one at each end, while the third was tickling him, asking him if he still thought that they were old and saggy. He was shrieking with laughter and trying to escape. During all this his shirt inevitably rode up and some bare ribs appeared.

"Oh dear, that's all we needed" said a head next to mine, and he was right. The mood of the party subtly changed, and became more loaded. "Undo his shirt, so's we can see more" said a voice, and buttons were quickly undone and then Roger was barechested. There was a slight lull in the proceedings while there was a unspoken debate on whether to go further, and then another voice said "Strip him - us old women like younger men". A look of complete shock and horror crossed Roger's face when he realised that it was going to happen, and there was nothing he could do about it. The girls saw us looking from the doorway, and one or two actually moved back a bit to give us a better view, daring us to come and attempt a rescue. The watchers had no intention of doing anything of the sort, and were taking an almost guilty enjoyment in seeing what happened next, and thanking their lucky stars that it wasn't them in that predicament. Looking back, the interesting thing was that the next actions were taken in a well controlled and orderly manner, almost rehearsed, as if it was agreed to make the most of the opportunity. Roger's shoes and socks were taken off, and his feet tickled with a big pasteing brush used for putting glue onto labels, and then his ribs and under his arms. Then the buttons on his trousers were carefully undone and the garment slowly removed. The pack got noisier, and then Roger's last protection was removed. After a few seconds for contemplation of the view before them, the comments came thick and fast.
"Those girls aren't missing much this summer!"
"....and he's got the cheek to call us wrinkly!"
"I didn't think it was that cold in here"
From where we were, I personally didn't think they needed to be quite so unkind, but hell hath no fury like women scorned, etc.

Then the charge-hand, a middle-aged woman, said "Right, fetch the brooms" Brooms? My imagination started working overtime, and the thought of some of the possible options made my eyes water. One broom quickly appeared, but a second couldn't be found. "Never mind, turn him over" said the boss. Roger was put face down on the floor, and one or two girls took the opportunity to fondle and smack his bottom. Then, with great care, the broom handle was fed up one sleeve of Roger's shirt, across his back, and down the other sleeve, leaving him with his arms out horizontaly, like a scarecrow. He was carefully helped to his feet, stood against a wall, and two buckets of cold water thrown at him. He couldn't duck or turn, or hide his embarrassment (or anything else!).

At this point, Harry the foreman who had been looking on from his office, took pity on Roger and called out "Tea's up". The girls' priority changed from baiting a helpless male to the much more important refreshment, which nothing was allowed to interrupt, and they trooped off to their tearoom, chattering loudly. A couple stayed behind to throw Roger's clothes and shoes at the onlookers and then followed.

Roger slowly staggered towards the doorway and us, and we managed to extract the broom and let him dry off a bit and dress. He was in a daze, and was very grateful for the cup of tea which came next. There was obviously no more work going to be done that afternoon, and more stories were told. Apparently, before management had found out about this activity, and tried to put a stop to it, Friday afternoons were a time when the warehouse staff tended to move around in threes! Anyone with a birthday coming up, leaving the job or just on their own was liable to be grabbed, and then reappear some time later wearing only a broom or two, and in various degrees of personal excitement, depending on how young or goodlooking he was, and how long the girls had taken with him. Previous victims had complained that the worst problem was trying to remove animal glue from the pasteing brush from hair, where it tended to stick like, well, glue. The use for the second broom was interesting - with only one, the girls had found that their victim could push the handle of the broom against a wall and extricate themselves. A second broom inserted in the opposite direction to the first made this almost impossible, and the victim definitely needed help to escape. An alternative was to use one broom and tie the victim's wrists to the broom with his socks or underwear. My ride home on the bus was very thoughtful that day.

There was never any retaliation by the male warehouse staff - for one, they were outnumbered, and I think they understood that anything like that would cause more trouble that they could handle. However, careful observers had noticed that the girls would usually strip and tease one of their number who was leaving, but only in the plant behind closed doors, and never advertise the event. Solidarity amongst women. Harry tended to be the only male allowed, but if he let it become known to a select few that someone was leaving, then those in the know would creep off and find a vantage point on top of some crates in the warehouse, and look in the ventilation gaps set high in the plant wall for a free show.

The next week, I had to take over Roger's documention duties, presumably because I was the most junior, and expendable. I entered the plant in fear and trembling on the Monday morning. I made sure I was very polite and complimentary, and they explained that they had been 'unkind' to Roger because he had been so rude. All went well until the middle of the week, when one of them asked very innocently how much longer I would be working there. I might have been young, but I wasn't stupid.
"I leave two weeks this coming Friday"
"Oh, that's a week after Janice" Looks were exchanged amongst some of the girls which I thought it was tactful not to see. "So we'll see more of a nice polite young man like you?"
"Oh yes, I expect so!" More looks and smiles!

I had lied. My final pay packet was in the warehouse office one week and two days later at four o'clock. By five past, I was legging it up the road to the bus stop with a feeling of huge relief that I hadn't been caught, happy memories of Janice's leaving celebration that afternoon, some good stories to tell in the bar at Uni, and planning to go back the next summer if they would have me.

Nursing Home by Christina

Twelve years ago now I lost my job in a large chain of stores when it was bought out by another chain. I thought being a manager I’d get a job fairly quickly and besides my husband was in a good job. About a fortnight after I had finished work not having found a job during my notice period my husband was told that he had to move to another part of the country or look for another job. We decided having two young children and a large family locally that upping stakes and moving wasn’t a viable option. So he’d work away from home and come home weekends. This put even more financial pressure on us and I got to the point where I’d have taken any job. Then any job came along.

My mother had a friend who owned a nursing home. She said that she could employ me as a care worker until something better came up for me. I was so desperate I agreed to the job after an informal interview without any experience or real knowledge as to what would be involved.

When the letter arrived confirming my appointment I was shocked to find it was a night time job. The owner said that was all she had and besides it paid more. My mother agreed to look after the kids.

The work was horrible but the girls where all very nice. My first set of night shifts seemed easy. The girls kept saying that it would be a different matter when X was back. I won’t use any names.

Well X came back off her holidays and immediately I realised the difference. You really grafted under her. I came home exhausted. The fourth shift of her being in charge I was trying to get a old lady who was a bit demented back into bed. X comes along and tells me to get on with it. The old woman played up more and X just lifted her by the arms and marched her back to her room and dumped her on the bed. I was pretty shocked at X way of handling the situation.

At break I approached the subject with X. The room fell quiet. X just exploded and called me everything under the sun. She actually scared me. But I sure knew my place. The other girls told me that questioning X authority was not a good idea. That I was very lucky that I had just got the verbal assault.

Some further shifts passed and one night after break I was sitting in the upstairs lounge reading a magazine. X came in and saw me before I could put it away and look busy. She came over and snatched the magazine out of my hand. It was open at a page about underwear.

“You won’t need anything sexy like this with your hubby away” she said.

I got on with trying to find work to do. Truth was with her on your case you got everything done twice. Later I was down in the laundry room when X and her lieutenant appeared along with the other two care workers on duty. They didn’t say a thing. I just knew something bad was going to happen. They grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor and before I could really appreciate what they where about had my uniform off leaving me in pants, bra and socks. They just dragged me out of the laundry and cuffed me to the handrail that ran along every wall in the home and left me there walking off sniggering. About an hour later one of the girls came back and released the cuffs. I went and dressed but stayed to complete the shift.

I told my mother what had happened and she told her friend. There was a meeting some days later when X was severely reprimanded but not fired as I expected her to be.

I wasn’t due to work after that day for three nights. When I arrived I was surprised to find my mother’s friend there. I thought this was to see that nothing happened. The shift went especially well until about 2am. I was on the upper landing when X, her lieutenant and the owner appeared literally out of nowhere. Before I could say or do anything they just set about me. I was stripped to my underwear. This time they made sure that everything else was taken. I fought as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t believe that my mothers friend was part of this.

I’d worn some sexy underwear that day to cheer myself up. This added further to my embarrassment. It was black sheer nylon, translucent see-through. It showed every inch of what should be covered. My pubic bush, although sandy could be clearly seen along with my brown large nipples. They cuffed me to the rail gathered up my clothes and left.

The really scary part was that this end of the upper floor was all old men and they had a habit of wandering in the night. It wasn’t long before the first one of them came out of his room. He looked at me trying my best to cover up and quickly as if he knew there was trouble went back to bed. The next guy wasn’t so accommodating. He was a bit senile and came up to me asking for a train ticket we had a strange conversation for about 10 to 15 minutes me just being in my very revealing underwear trying to conceal myself. Eventually one of the others came up and released me.

It took a while for me to find my clothes I had to walk the length and breadth of the home. In my travels coming across another couple of residents and the other staff. I found my clothes in the laundry.

I didn’t really know what to do after that. I needed the job. Obviously complaining to the owner wasn’t an option. The job continued as before. I kept looking for another job. One day the owner was in the office. She called me in to say that she had received a reference request for me and that she wouldn’t be giving me a good one. I was now trapped in a awful job. My mother eventually got the second incident out of me and my husband when informed went mad and told me to leave. But we where still losing far more a month than the both of us where bringing in. He said he’d go and have a word with the owner. I begged him not to but he did.

I was surprised that there was no retaliation. Well other than me being assign to the worse residents. After another couple of months I got a new job. It was to start in the New Year after Christmas. I was relieved that I’d just have 27 more shifts to do then I would be out of there. X was now especially nasty to me at every opportunity. This included swapping my shift so that I couldn’t make the staff Christmas party. Not that I was really bothered.

She landed at the home at about 3am. Drunk but very in control. She called me allsorts and then said that she was going to make an example of me and make sure I never forgot her. I made for the door but she caught me with her hangers on and dragged me back into the main lounge. She set about me and it wasn’t long before my tunic and slacks where being removed. She did not stop there on this occasion and although I tried my best to defend myself I was soon naked.

She pulled my arms away from my body and smiled. “You can run or you can hide’ she said, “But if I catch you I’m going to drag your naked ass outside and beat the crap, out of you”. I just took to my feet and made for my locker. My goal was my outside coat and car keys. I made it with her walking after me calling out I’m coming to get you. Barefoot I started back for the main door. No sign of her now. I got to the main door but it was locked. She appeared from the office and held up the key. Her two helpers appeared behind her.

“I told you what I would do” I tried to run but they where too quick for me. I was knocked to the ground and dragged back. They soon had me naked again. The front door was opened and I was pushed out into the cold December night. My car keys thrown after me. It took me a while to find them and then drive home naked. needless to say I never went back.

Dan's Girl Friend by Dan

A previous girlfriend told me this tale of a summer job she had.

I never got out of her which company this was but it was a meat packing place. it took on summer help from the local college my girl friend was dragged along by her friend. The idea was that they didn't want to end up in a bar or restaurant because this would mean them missing out on partying. working in the meat packing place would be day work so they could party at night/weekends.

They'd been there a day or so when the rumors about practical jokes started to surface. The woman supervisor told the girls not to be caught in the deep freeze or their bits would get chilly. She wouldn't elaborate on this. at the end of the week the girls three of them in total where asked if they wanted overtime. The woman supervisor said that they where new and not to be bothered about over time. But the girls where up for it. The woman said she would not be working that weekend and said that they should not work because the men could not be trusted. She told the girls to heed her warning about staying out of the freezers, keep to the packing belts.

Saturday went fine. But Sunday was a different matter. None of the other woman, single mums, and mothers where working just the three of them. The shift went find until about mid afternoon when the belts ran out of meat. The girls asked what was wrong and the guys said that the three guys who where feeders had done more than union time and since the woman weren't on their was no way that the man could leave the new trainees. So the girls send they'd feed the belts. The men said that was a bad idea since they'd not get paid because they where on piece work where the guys and woman had a hourly rate plus piece work. Then one of the guys said that they'd split their packaged weight with the girls. The other girl said this was a great idea because the guys packaged more in a minute than they packed in a hour. bit of an exaggeration that but you get the point. So the girls go to the end of the belt and start loading off the trays, after about half an hour the trays are empty and my girl friends friend goes into the freezer and brings out another tray, eventually they each take a turn bringing out trays and put cuts on the belt. Then they come across the deep and heavy trays. They can't move these by themselves so they start to help each other. They drag a large box to the freezer door but it does not swish open. they press the override button at the side but it doesn't open. They knock on the glass door to attract the guys attention. Five or so minutes pass banging like hell on the door. Now quite cold but not freezing the guys appear.

The guys act dumb and try to pretend to be trying to open the door. After another couple of minutes one guy says that it must be the safety devices. It must have detected something foreign and won't open the door. The girls ask like what. They guys smile and say, "Your clothes". There was a lot more conversation and joking before this line was delivered i just can't remember it.

The girls demand to be let out and the guys swear blind that its not their doing and that the security device will only let out naked flesh once it as been triggered. The guys to be helpful suggest that the girls try to fool it by stripping to their underwear. Now feel very cold, but not yet freezing. They realize the game. The other girl says that all that is required if the guys are telling the truth is for one of them to do it and once the door is open that person can block it to let the other two out. If the guys are behind it then being in pants and bra no worse than the beach.

So she agrees to strip down and does so quickly. The dors remain shut. The guys say it must be because of the others. So reluctantly my girl friend and her friend strip to underwear. othing happens. The girls get cross at the guys but they insist that they have nothing to do with it. They pretend to go to phone the manager. They come back and say that the manager said that going down to underwear should work but they need to pass their clothes out. still be very cold and having obvious reactions the girls having put their clothes back on stripped again and pushed the clothes through the lock hole. A flat that allowed you to reach around to the outside handle if the door stuck. I know you've already worked it out but they hadn't. And know one had thought to tell them about this safety feature. So now in underwear getting towards freezing the doors still don't give. The guys say that the sensor must be more sensitive than they thought and the girls will have to strip naked. The girls call the guys everything under the sun. But after some more time in the chiller. They decided on a idea. They'd tried to get the guys to go away from the door but they wouldn't. So the idea was as follows they hide behind a box and strip they'd then one of them try the door nude. The other girl who seemed okay about nudity volunteered. So they stripped and she want for the door with the guys watching. But it still wouldn't open. The guys said that it must still be detecting the underwear they'd have to pass it out. So the other girl went and collected it and passed it out. Still the door wouldn't open.

The lead guy then called out and said that he'd tell them how to get out if they all came out from behind the boxes. now the girls knew for sure that the guys rather than the sensor where behind this. ut they came now officially freezing. The guys had them hands on head and twirl. My girl friend was Korean, jet black hair, small, but firm breasts with now very hard rose bud nipples, lovely well shaved triangle. can't say about the others never met them to my knowledge. he guys then showed them the lever. The girls kicked themselves since their ordeal wasn't yet over. hey had to walk out naked to get their clothes which the guys had sent now the belt. So they had to run to the end of it. it was probably 60 70 feet or even more long.