First some background, this took place in 1972 (I know that ages me a bit) and it took place at a then small university that was beginning to build a medical centre. This is in the USA where nursing school is much more like a regular college education with some hand-on time. As part of my work-study program (part-time job to help pay for college), I worked in the Media Support Staff for the fledgling medical centre. This place used the most advanced videotape equipment on campus, something brand new called VHS cassettes. Every classroom in the medical centre was set up to record every lecture. Every examination room was also set up for recording but took a few more steps to get a recording. All of the lecture videos were stored in a video library for the students to review in their 'free' time. We had to keep the video library open for them from 8AM to Midnight, and I did three of the evening shifts every week. These evening shifts included setting up recording of the 'special' examinations, the ones that required some amount of privacy because during the day, too many people could see into the normal examination rooms.
The object of most of the examinations done here were done on students, mostly all of the athletic teams. The male teams were used most often because there were more male athelete than female ones. There were some procedures and examines that were very 'special'. For these recordings, an instructor watched as I set up the recorders and connected the cameras. They would check the monitor to make sure the cameras were pointed at the right places, then they would place some tape across the tape deck, turn off the monitors, escort me from the control room and take my key to lock the control room. After the session, the instructor would unlock the control room, check the tape on the face of the tape deck to make sure it had not been tampered, remove the tapes and sign a receipt for them before returning my keys. These special tapes were used only with the instructors or Doctors authorization.
Early in the fall semester, I noticed a very cute redhead watching some of the videos by herself, I introduced myself and offered something to drink. We were dating quite soon after that. She showed up for one of the special examinations one Thursday night. On our date on Friday, I found out she had been the subject of a pubic shave and gynaecological examination that was performed by a dozen fellow nursing students. Every first year nursing student had to submit to some sort of special examination during the year. But by April there was one student who always had an excuse for missing her special examination.
The redhead came to ask me to help set up a special recording session, an overhead camera, a tripod mounted camera and a hand-held camera. This needed to be done in the studio next to the control room rather than one of the regular examination rooms. She asked if it could be done without any records. I agreed and during the set-up, the instructor brought in her own videotapes rather than use ours and have to give me a receipt for them. She thanked me for this special session since I was violating several policies.
This session was one were the offending student wasn't scheduled to be the subject, but she was grabbed as soon as she entered the studio. That was the last I saw of her that night. The redhead later gave me some (repeat some) of the details of the session and follow-ups that the offender had been scheduled for a special examination EVERY week for the rest of the year.
The students wrestled the offender to the examination table and tied her onto it while the instructor locked the studio door. The instructor then began lecturing about the need to perform some special examinations and that for the good of the program all students needed to contribute to these procedures. She continued to lecture the offender on her bad behaviour and at intervals instructed some student to remove some article of the offender's clothing. When the offender was wearing just a bra and panties, the lecturing stopped and the instructor stepped to the table and used a scalpel to cut off the offender's bra and panties. The redhead asked me to dispose of them later. The instructor then got every student to perform an abbreviated breast examination. Then the instructor had the students reposition the offender at the end of the table with her legs in the stirrups and tied again. Now a basin of ice cubes and water was brought out and every student got to wash the offender's breasts, crotch and ass with an ice cold wash cloth. Because of the reaction of her nipples to the ice cold water, the instructor asked the students to measure their new size. They used various methods to hold her nipples in place and various implements to measure them. The students used the hand-held camera to get close-ups of the offender's nipples during each measurement.
During the washing, the instructor kept complaining about the offender's poor kept pubic hair. When all the students had finished washing the offender's crotch, a tray of shaving materials and each student got to clip some of the offender's pubes and put them into a plastic bag that the instructor said would be used as an incentive to future classes not to shrug their duty to their classmates. Then shaving cream was sprayed on her and multiple students got a chance to remove some of the offender's stubble. Since there were more students than pubic hair, another dose of shaving cream was applied and the students continued shaving to make sure the offender was as smooth and hairless as when she was born: Baby Smooth.
For the next phase of their revenge, the students untied the offender, stood her up and turned her to bend over the examination table and tied her arms and legs to the table. Now the instructor showed all the students how to lubricate a patient's rectum for various procedures. Every student got the chance to practice on this offender's tail. While the students were lubricating the offender's tail, the instructor was preparing several enema bags at the wash sink. When every thing was ready, the instructor demonstrated how to give a reluctant patient an enema. They had come prepared with a large bucket for additional humiliation for the offender. Afterwards she was returned to being bent over the end of the examination table and several students used more ice water to clean the offender's crotch. The instructor went to the other end of the table and place a bedpan full of paper strips in front of the offender's face. She told the offender that since she as missed out on 4 special examinations so she would have to receive 4 enemas and the instructor pulled three names from the bedpan and announced which lucky students would deliver three more rounds of humiliating enemas, evacuation and ice water clean-up.
After the last enema, the offender was returned to the examination table with her legs up in the stirrups again. My redhead friend said she was very compliant by then and did not resist at all. Now the instructor called everyone to get in close so they could get a good view of the next procedure. She produced a speculum, lectured on its proper use and then demonstrated it in the offender's vagina. She visually examined the inside and proclaimed that everyone had to take a good look, to see something very rare on our campus, an intact hymen. After all the students got a good look and made some uncomplimentary comments about the offender's sexual prospects, the instructor brought the hand-held camera in to document the offender's virginal condition, and her current state of nudity.
The instructor then continued lecturing the offender about neglecting her duty to her fellow students and the program, while removing the speculum. She directed more students to provide the offender with one last ice water clean-up, with others to dry her. Then more students were selected to apply baby powder all over the offender. The instructor now brought out an old fashioned triangular cloth diaper - adult sized. With all the students giggling and outright laughing, the instructor expertly diaper the offender. She was then given her blouse, skirt and shoes to put on.
The final message of this special examination was that if the offender ever missed another special exam, she would be sent home wearing nothing but a pacifier and diaper.
Sunday, 27 December 2009
Helen OT - by Walker Beecham
This time last year I was looking forward to starting my new career has an Occupational Therapist. My friend who had been nursing for years started to pull my leg about being initiated. This started the events that led me to being stripped. The striping was my own entire fault. I talked myself into it.
Just before I was due to start on the unit after the initial classroom training my friend said “Well in a couple of weeks you’ll find yourself naked running around the hospital. I think that’s still the OT’s initiation” my stomach twitched at the comment. She’d told me many years ago of her initiation as a nurse, and every so often she’d tell you what they’d done to some poor unsuspecting soul.
I decided and quite why I don’t know to confide my concerns to a very old friend. I am 44 now so was 43 at the time. My friend had been a nurse a lot of years ago and we had a deep intimate relationship. There was never anything sexual about it just a very good friendship. I’d been in two marriages and one long-term relationship. He’d seen me through them all. I asked if he’d been initiated as a nurse. “Oh yes” he said. I looked indicating I wanted the dirt.
He told me his tale, and what he knew of others. They were some that were funny, some mildly embarrassing, and others that were down right humiliating. We talked about what my other friend had said and he said that he thought that these days with all the health and safety, law suits and so on, that they were more tales of legend than fact.
I started the unit and the first few days were fine. Everyone was very nice to me. Friday afternoon was very quiet so we had plenty of time to chat and get to know one another. One of the girls asked if there was anything I wasn’t looking forward too. I said, “Yes the initiation” they all smiled and said no one does. I could see that there was an uneasy and curiosity. But the moment pasted and we carried on our conversation.
After the weekend, on the Tuesday I think I was eating my lunch with the senior OT and a few others. The senior OT asked if my friend, who she knew, had told me about the initiations. I said that she had but didn’t give any of the details. She looked at me, and I blushed, she smiled and asked, “What did she say”? I looked away, the embarrassment of saying it was worse than doing it. “That you have your victims run around the hospital naked.” I said. We worked in a very big modern hospital on the edge of town. Nothing more was said.
Friday came and once more the afternoon was quiet. It provided time to really clean the equipment, stock-up for Monday and do other general duties. The senior OT came to me and asked if I’d been taught how to bath some one correctly. I said, that we’d been given a booklet on it and had the opportunity to ask questions because there was some problems that day and we’d run out of time.
The senior OT said that on Monday a family was coming in to be shown how to bath their aged mother, and what equipment was available for use in a bathroom. She said “I’ll give you a crash course in how to do a bath assessment and the things you need to cover with the family. Follow me”. The senior led the way to the bathroom suite. She stepped aside when she reached the door to allow me to enter first. I stepped through the door and knew instantly that I was in trouble.
I tried to turn away to walk back through the door but the senior OT was now blocking the way. Two sets of hands grabbed me and pulled me back into the bathroom. I was leg blocked by one of my colleagues holding me and started to fall backwards. The two colleagues holding me ensured that I fell to the floor under control so didn’t hurt myself. They dragged me along the floor kicking and screaming trying to get a foothold and re-stand.
“Stop fighting or we’ll make it worse” the senior OT said. Two more colleagues now came forward and held my legs at the ankles. The senior OT said, “Alison, you can have the honors”. Alison was on a work based training course as an OT assistant. She was just 19 years old, a very shy girl and lacking somewhat in confidence. She looked at the senior OT for confirmation of what was required. “Well get on with it, get her clothes off” the senior OT said.
“Please no, please” I begged. Alison came forward and knelt down at my side. She reached forward and began to undo my green uniform trousers. “Alison, you don’t need to do this,” I said pleading with her. She undid my button. “Okay, you’ve scared me, I know your just fooling around you can stop it, now, I’ve got the point” I said. “Stop struggling and complaining or it will be much worse for you. I was thrashing about trying very hard to get free.
One of the colleagues holding my left leg at the ankle now pulled off my shoe. “Are you ticklish?” she asked. “No please, no. Don’t, not that,” I said as Alison had undone my zip and was preparing to pull my trousers down. My colleague started to tickle me and I just creased up. I was trashing around with the discomfort of being tickled. This just seemed to make it easier for Alison to pull my trousers down revealing my tights and white brief panties beneath them.
“I hope you put clean on like mummy always told you,” the senior OT said. “No…. please…I…. can’t…no” I said through the breathlessness of laughing at having my feet tickled. My other colleague had removed my other shoe and started in on me mercilessly. Alison now continued to pull my trousers down my legs, first to my knees, then to my ankles. My two colleagues stopped tickling me to assist Alison in getting the trousers off my legs. I was now laid there with my top slightly up due to being dragged along the floor moments before. This meant that it didn’t afford me its usual protection of concealing my knickers from public view.
Alison looked at the senior OT. “The top and tights too. Now be good Helen or we’ll punish you and I think you know you won’t like that” she nodded and the tickle torture started again. I started to buck, to try to get free but couldn’t, then the tickling stopped to allow Alison access to my tops buttons. She very quickly had the top one undone which revealed a glimpse of my white bra. The second button had it on show much more. You could see a small portion of each cup to the side of my cleavage. My colleague holding my arm tight to the ground reached over and re-arranged my top so that the whole bra was on show. “Hey, don’t, no, please” I begged her has she did it. Alison then turned to be able to undo the lower buttons and soon the top was undone.
“Right you’ve had your fun you seen all my dirty laundry now let me up” I said. Alison looked at the senior OT for confirmation that she’d gone far enough. “Take it off,” the senior OT said. Alison turned back and looked at me with a resign apologetic look. “No please, no. You’ve gone far enough,” I said to the room in general hoping someone would take pity on me. I was pulled up off the floor, which meant that my colleagues holding my feet had to let go. I took this opportunity to try to stand, and when I couldn’t, I just tried to kick anyone I could make contact with. The girls holding my arms pushed my top off my shoulders and down my arms. I was now feeling very exposed, and started to scream and swear, something I never do.
“Stop it. Or I’ll make it far worse for you” said the senior OT. The top was pulled off and I was pushed back down. “The tights” the senior OT said to Alison and she reached for my waist. I tried to struggle. “Do you want the tickle torture again” one of the colleagues who’d so mercilessly tickled me earlier said. I stopped struggling and resigned to losing my tights. I didn’t want to be tickled because I needed to be a lady.
Alison was very good at striping patients the main job of OT assistants. The tights proved no difficulty for her. I was now just lying there in my underwear, pined down by my arms. “Well, if you’d co-operated more I wouldn’t have to punish you. Strip her naked” the senior OT said. “Naked” said one of the girls holding my arm. Alison said, “I thought we where just going to take her to her pants and bra”. “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her” the senior OT said. The girls all looked at each other and I thought I was saved. Then the looks on their faces changed to smiles and I screamed and plead with everything I had.
The two girls holding my arms together grabbed my bra and pulled it up off my tits. My tits sprung out and wobbled about. I just died. What made my death so much worse was that at the same time Alison had yanked down my knickers to reveal my untrimmed black bush. It had been due a little trim for a while but I’d been so busy with all the changes in my life recently I hadn’t got around to it. The bra was pulled up off my body and over my head then up my arms and off. As the bra went that way my knickers went the other way. First to knees, then too ankles then clean off. I was now lying there completely naked panic-stricken at what was to come next. The senior’s comment still echoing in my ears, “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her”. I was just trying to think how to get out of it.
“Okay lets see” the senior said. I had my arms pulled out from my body and my legs spread, so I was spread eagled. They’re for the entire world to see. I noticed the senior OT looking right up between my spread legs. It was awful. “Roll her over lets see her arse,” the senior said. Panic hit me. Was it clean? I was turned over and suddenly, SLAP! Some one spanked my bottom. “That sounds good I’ll give it ago” one of my colleagues said and another SLAP! There weren’t hard, they wouldn’t cause any real damage but you knew you’d been spanked. “No stop that now!” I shouted. They all laughed and Alison gives me three playful little slaps.
“What now?” said one of the girls holding my ankles?
The senior said, “What we planned” and the girls all looked at each other. “In the nude?”, “Like this?”, “Starkers?” came the chorus. “Why not? It’s what she said she wanted”. The senior said. “Where?” said Alison? The senior OT said, “Keep hold of her I’ll be right back” and with that she collected my clothes and disappeared.
I took the opportunity of her absence to try and get the girls to let me go. All my pleading got me was tickled mercilessly, then turned over so that my tits, bush, and fanny was on show as they pulled my legs apart. Alison was told to tickle me and she set too. I was in tears with laughter when the senior OT returned holding just my car keys.
“I’ve move your car to the patient bay out front” she said and chucked me my keys to land on my tummy causing me to flinch. Your clothes are in the boot.
The girls released me. I grabbed my keys and got up and stood covering my body best I could. “Your not serious are you?” I asked. The senior just nodded and stood away from the door and pulled it open. I looked around the room at the gasped faces. I then looked at the senior OT her face was determined.
“Oh shit” I said and just took to my heels. I bolted out of the door and turned right to run through the unit. An almighty roar went up. The unit was full of nurses, doctors, physiotherapist, porters, administrators and it seemed like the entire hospital. I just died. It wasn’t just the fact that I was there running naked. But I’d dropped my arms for speed so for a moment until I realised they where there they got a good full frontal of me. I quickly covered my tits and bush. Now anyone who’s been in this situation will know that covering your bits and pieces reduces your speed. So instead of a 10 second dash to the end of the unit it was more like 20 seconds. The crowd cheered and whistled, they called out various comments. “Love the rack”, “Nice melons”, “Lovely bush”, “Nice arse” and so on.
I crashed through the swing doors at the end of the unit and bolted across the reception area for the automatic doors out to the parking area. The receptionist and a few other staff stood around waiting for me cheered as I dashed across the reception area. The automatic door swished open and the cold November air hit my body with the obvious results. I saw my car and had to cross the length of one parking bay, a driveway, and then the length of my car to the door. I had to now uncover to use the keys to get in.
My dash across the car park didn’t go unnoticed. Two nurses where walking down the side path, and a couple of porters where pushing some wheelchairs. The crowd inside the unit had followed me out and was now congregated around the automatic doors cheering and making a racquet. The three or four people who where just getting out or getting into their cars now looked. I’m not sure how much of a god look they got.
I opened the door and got in. I started the engine and put it into reverse and backed out of the parking bay with the crowd waving at me has I drove off. I just wanted to get away. But I’d gotten myself deeper into it. Has I drove slowly through the large car park heading for the opening each time I went over a speed hump my tits bounced free. I’m a 40cc.
I kept passing people walking through the car park and I know that one for sure got a real good look which he committed to memory and points out from time to time when I pass him in the hospital corridors. Once on the road I realised what I was doing and just how absorbed it was. I was driving home naked. I live in a street house and would either have to get out naked and go and open my door and run in. “Oh God, the neighbours would all be arriving home from work about now.”, I thought. Then, “God, will I get parked outside my house?”.
The other option was find somewhere to stop and get out and get my clothes. I couldn’t think of anywhere concealed. It would have to be home. The drive home was only about 15 minutes. I live quite close to the hospital. The roads were a mix of quiet and busy. The main road was heaving and slow moving. I think the guy in front knew I was at least topless; he kept adjusting his review to get a better look. I just blushed and died some more.
Once in my street, I saw that there was someone parked outside my house. But my neighbour’s house was clear. I pulled in, switched off and looked around. I had to balance sitting and waiting, against being sure the coast was clear. I plucked up the courage open the door and slipped out. I closed the door quietly and walked to the back of the car by habit. This meant I was on show to my neighbours over the road for a good 10 seconds. I turned behind my car then turned back along my car to walk its full length and the full length of the car parked outside my house. This gives my near neighbour a good view. Hopefully, she, her son, and her husband would be out.
I looked behind to check the street has I reached to put the key in my front door. I opened it and stepped in side closing it behind me. I was stood, breathless, hands behind my back fully on show, between the inner door and the front door. I noticed the inner door was open and was just about to have the thought, ”That was closed when I left this morning. And, why isn’t the alarm bleeping” when my 15 year old daughter and the boy from next door also 15 appeared a head of me down the hall from the rear room of the house. I don’t know who was the most embarrassed. I screamed covered myself and spun around. Realising I was just finishing the job of showing my neighbours son everything and spun back around.
I collected my wits and as if I arrived home naked every day walked down the hall to them. My daughter just turned and looked at Jack’s face. He was stood mouth opened taking it all in. I approached them and said “Excuse me” they parted and I walked pass them into the room.
Jack turned to my daughter and said, “I hope you look that good when your 50”. “50” I thought cheeky bugger. I turned and walked across the room to the door, which led to the stairs. I walked up to my bedroom and got dressed.
Jack told his mother, his father, the next-door neighbour the other way. My daughter covered the people he missed. My neighbours one at a time approached me about my little streak and just laughed their heads off. They still rib me now. My husband is even worse. He keeps asking my friend to arrange a repeat performance when he’s off to see it.
My friend said she was shocked, then surprised, then just thought brilliant when she saw me come out of the bathroom naked. They’d all been told I’d be in pants and bra. She thought, has did my colleagues that I’d simply get my clothes out of my boot and get dressed. They didn’t think I’d drive home and streak half the neighbours and my family.
I was a little upset about it at the time but now I look back and laugh the hardest. At how I managed to talked myself into being stripped and having to streak. You see I was the first to be initiated in the hospitals history. Well, in verifiable history as oppose to, ‘I knew this guy who told me’ History.
Just before I was due to start on the unit after the initial classroom training my friend said “Well in a couple of weeks you’ll find yourself naked running around the hospital. I think that’s still the OT’s initiation” my stomach twitched at the comment. She’d told me many years ago of her initiation as a nurse, and every so often she’d tell you what they’d done to some poor unsuspecting soul.
I decided and quite why I don’t know to confide my concerns to a very old friend. I am 44 now so was 43 at the time. My friend had been a nurse a lot of years ago and we had a deep intimate relationship. There was never anything sexual about it just a very good friendship. I’d been in two marriages and one long-term relationship. He’d seen me through them all. I asked if he’d been initiated as a nurse. “Oh yes” he said. I looked indicating I wanted the dirt.
He told me his tale, and what he knew of others. They were some that were funny, some mildly embarrassing, and others that were down right humiliating. We talked about what my other friend had said and he said that he thought that these days with all the health and safety, law suits and so on, that they were more tales of legend than fact.
I started the unit and the first few days were fine. Everyone was very nice to me. Friday afternoon was very quiet so we had plenty of time to chat and get to know one another. One of the girls asked if there was anything I wasn’t looking forward too. I said, “Yes the initiation” they all smiled and said no one does. I could see that there was an uneasy and curiosity. But the moment pasted and we carried on our conversation.
After the weekend, on the Tuesday I think I was eating my lunch with the senior OT and a few others. The senior OT asked if my friend, who she knew, had told me about the initiations. I said that she had but didn’t give any of the details. She looked at me, and I blushed, she smiled and asked, “What did she say”? I looked away, the embarrassment of saying it was worse than doing it. “That you have your victims run around the hospital naked.” I said. We worked in a very big modern hospital on the edge of town. Nothing more was said.
Friday came and once more the afternoon was quiet. It provided time to really clean the equipment, stock-up for Monday and do other general duties. The senior OT came to me and asked if I’d been taught how to bath some one correctly. I said, that we’d been given a booklet on it and had the opportunity to ask questions because there was some problems that day and we’d run out of time.
The senior OT said that on Monday a family was coming in to be shown how to bath their aged mother, and what equipment was available for use in a bathroom. She said “I’ll give you a crash course in how to do a bath assessment and the things you need to cover with the family. Follow me”. The senior led the way to the bathroom suite. She stepped aside when she reached the door to allow me to enter first. I stepped through the door and knew instantly that I was in trouble.
I tried to turn away to walk back through the door but the senior OT was now blocking the way. Two sets of hands grabbed me and pulled me back into the bathroom. I was leg blocked by one of my colleagues holding me and started to fall backwards. The two colleagues holding me ensured that I fell to the floor under control so didn’t hurt myself. They dragged me along the floor kicking and screaming trying to get a foothold and re-stand.
“Stop fighting or we’ll make it worse” the senior OT said. Two more colleagues now came forward and held my legs at the ankles. The senior OT said, “Alison, you can have the honors”. Alison was on a work based training course as an OT assistant. She was just 19 years old, a very shy girl and lacking somewhat in confidence. She looked at the senior OT for confirmation of what was required. “Well get on with it, get her clothes off” the senior OT said.
“Please no, please” I begged. Alison came forward and knelt down at my side. She reached forward and began to undo my green uniform trousers. “Alison, you don’t need to do this,” I said pleading with her. She undid my button. “Okay, you’ve scared me, I know your just fooling around you can stop it, now, I’ve got the point” I said. “Stop struggling and complaining or it will be much worse for you. I was thrashing about trying very hard to get free.
One of the colleagues holding my left leg at the ankle now pulled off my shoe. “Are you ticklish?” she asked. “No please, no. Don’t, not that,” I said as Alison had undone my zip and was preparing to pull my trousers down. My colleague started to tickle me and I just creased up. I was trashing around with the discomfort of being tickled. This just seemed to make it easier for Alison to pull my trousers down revealing my tights and white brief panties beneath them.
“I hope you put clean on like mummy always told you,” the senior OT said. “No…. please…I…. can’t…no” I said through the breathlessness of laughing at having my feet tickled. My other colleague had removed my other shoe and started in on me mercilessly. Alison now continued to pull my trousers down my legs, first to my knees, then to my ankles. My two colleagues stopped tickling me to assist Alison in getting the trousers off my legs. I was now laid there with my top slightly up due to being dragged along the floor moments before. This meant that it didn’t afford me its usual protection of concealing my knickers from public view.
Alison looked at the senior OT. “The top and tights too. Now be good Helen or we’ll punish you and I think you know you won’t like that” she nodded and the tickle torture started again. I started to buck, to try to get free but couldn’t, then the tickling stopped to allow Alison access to my tops buttons. She very quickly had the top one undone which revealed a glimpse of my white bra. The second button had it on show much more. You could see a small portion of each cup to the side of my cleavage. My colleague holding my arm tight to the ground reached over and re-arranged my top so that the whole bra was on show. “Hey, don’t, no, please” I begged her has she did it. Alison then turned to be able to undo the lower buttons and soon the top was undone.
“Right you’ve had your fun you seen all my dirty laundry now let me up” I said. Alison looked at the senior OT for confirmation that she’d gone far enough. “Take it off,” the senior OT said. Alison turned back and looked at me with a resign apologetic look. “No please, no. You’ve gone far enough,” I said to the room in general hoping someone would take pity on me. I was pulled up off the floor, which meant that my colleagues holding my feet had to let go. I took this opportunity to try to stand, and when I couldn’t, I just tried to kick anyone I could make contact with. The girls holding my arms pushed my top off my shoulders and down my arms. I was now feeling very exposed, and started to scream and swear, something I never do.
“Stop it. Or I’ll make it far worse for you” said the senior OT. The top was pulled off and I was pushed back down. “The tights” the senior OT said to Alison and she reached for my waist. I tried to struggle. “Do you want the tickle torture again” one of the colleagues who’d so mercilessly tickled me earlier said. I stopped struggling and resigned to losing my tights. I didn’t want to be tickled because I needed to be a lady.
Alison was very good at striping patients the main job of OT assistants. The tights proved no difficulty for her. I was now just lying there in my underwear, pined down by my arms. “Well, if you’d co-operated more I wouldn’t have to punish you. Strip her naked” the senior OT said. “Naked” said one of the girls holding my arm. Alison said, “I thought we where just going to take her to her pants and bra”. “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her” the senior OT said. The girls all looked at each other and I thought I was saved. Then the looks on their faces changed to smiles and I screamed and plead with everything I had.
The two girls holding my arms together grabbed my bra and pulled it up off my tits. My tits sprung out and wobbled about. I just died. What made my death so much worse was that at the same time Alison had yanked down my knickers to reveal my untrimmed black bush. It had been due a little trim for a while but I’d been so busy with all the changes in my life recently I hadn’t got around to it. The bra was pulled up off my body and over my head then up my arms and off. As the bra went that way my knickers went the other way. First to knees, then too ankles then clean off. I was now lying there completely naked panic-stricken at what was to come next. The senior’s comment still echoing in my ears, “She’s expecting to be naked running around the hospital so lets give it to her”. I was just trying to think how to get out of it.
“Okay lets see” the senior said. I had my arms pulled out from my body and my legs spread, so I was spread eagled. They’re for the entire world to see. I noticed the senior OT looking right up between my spread legs. It was awful. “Roll her over lets see her arse,” the senior said. Panic hit me. Was it clean? I was turned over and suddenly, SLAP! Some one spanked my bottom. “That sounds good I’ll give it ago” one of my colleagues said and another SLAP! There weren’t hard, they wouldn’t cause any real damage but you knew you’d been spanked. “No stop that now!” I shouted. They all laughed and Alison gives me three playful little slaps.
“What now?” said one of the girls holding my ankles?
The senior said, “What we planned” and the girls all looked at each other. “In the nude?”, “Like this?”, “Starkers?” came the chorus. “Why not? It’s what she said she wanted”. The senior said. “Where?” said Alison? The senior OT said, “Keep hold of her I’ll be right back” and with that she collected my clothes and disappeared.
I took the opportunity of her absence to try and get the girls to let me go. All my pleading got me was tickled mercilessly, then turned over so that my tits, bush, and fanny was on show as they pulled my legs apart. Alison was told to tickle me and she set too. I was in tears with laughter when the senior OT returned holding just my car keys.
“I’ve move your car to the patient bay out front” she said and chucked me my keys to land on my tummy causing me to flinch. Your clothes are in the boot.
The girls released me. I grabbed my keys and got up and stood covering my body best I could. “Your not serious are you?” I asked. The senior just nodded and stood away from the door and pulled it open. I looked around the room at the gasped faces. I then looked at the senior OT her face was determined.
“Oh shit” I said and just took to my heels. I bolted out of the door and turned right to run through the unit. An almighty roar went up. The unit was full of nurses, doctors, physiotherapist, porters, administrators and it seemed like the entire hospital. I just died. It wasn’t just the fact that I was there running naked. But I’d dropped my arms for speed so for a moment until I realised they where there they got a good full frontal of me. I quickly covered my tits and bush. Now anyone who’s been in this situation will know that covering your bits and pieces reduces your speed. So instead of a 10 second dash to the end of the unit it was more like 20 seconds. The crowd cheered and whistled, they called out various comments. “Love the rack”, “Nice melons”, “Lovely bush”, “Nice arse” and so on.
I crashed through the swing doors at the end of the unit and bolted across the reception area for the automatic doors out to the parking area. The receptionist and a few other staff stood around waiting for me cheered as I dashed across the reception area. The automatic door swished open and the cold November air hit my body with the obvious results. I saw my car and had to cross the length of one parking bay, a driveway, and then the length of my car to the door. I had to now uncover to use the keys to get in.
My dash across the car park didn’t go unnoticed. Two nurses where walking down the side path, and a couple of porters where pushing some wheelchairs. The crowd inside the unit had followed me out and was now congregated around the automatic doors cheering and making a racquet. The three or four people who where just getting out or getting into their cars now looked. I’m not sure how much of a god look they got.
I opened the door and got in. I started the engine and put it into reverse and backed out of the parking bay with the crowd waving at me has I drove off. I just wanted to get away. But I’d gotten myself deeper into it. Has I drove slowly through the large car park heading for the opening each time I went over a speed hump my tits bounced free. I’m a 40cc.
I kept passing people walking through the car park and I know that one for sure got a real good look which he committed to memory and points out from time to time when I pass him in the hospital corridors. Once on the road I realised what I was doing and just how absorbed it was. I was driving home naked. I live in a street house and would either have to get out naked and go and open my door and run in. “Oh God, the neighbours would all be arriving home from work about now.”, I thought. Then, “God, will I get parked outside my house?”.
The other option was find somewhere to stop and get out and get my clothes. I couldn’t think of anywhere concealed. It would have to be home. The drive home was only about 15 minutes. I live quite close to the hospital. The roads were a mix of quiet and busy. The main road was heaving and slow moving. I think the guy in front knew I was at least topless; he kept adjusting his review to get a better look. I just blushed and died some more.
Once in my street, I saw that there was someone parked outside my house. But my neighbour’s house was clear. I pulled in, switched off and looked around. I had to balance sitting and waiting, against being sure the coast was clear. I plucked up the courage open the door and slipped out. I closed the door quietly and walked to the back of the car by habit. This meant I was on show to my neighbours over the road for a good 10 seconds. I turned behind my car then turned back along my car to walk its full length and the full length of the car parked outside my house. This gives my near neighbour a good view. Hopefully, she, her son, and her husband would be out.
I looked behind to check the street has I reached to put the key in my front door. I opened it and stepped in side closing it behind me. I was stood, breathless, hands behind my back fully on show, between the inner door and the front door. I noticed the inner door was open and was just about to have the thought, ”That was closed when I left this morning. And, why isn’t the alarm bleeping” when my 15 year old daughter and the boy from next door also 15 appeared a head of me down the hall from the rear room of the house. I don’t know who was the most embarrassed. I screamed covered myself and spun around. Realising I was just finishing the job of showing my neighbours son everything and spun back around.
I collected my wits and as if I arrived home naked every day walked down the hall to them. My daughter just turned and looked at Jack’s face. He was stood mouth opened taking it all in. I approached them and said “Excuse me” they parted and I walked pass them into the room.
Jack turned to my daughter and said, “I hope you look that good when your 50”. “50” I thought cheeky bugger. I turned and walked across the room to the door, which led to the stairs. I walked up to my bedroom and got dressed.
Jack told his mother, his father, the next-door neighbour the other way. My daughter covered the people he missed. My neighbours one at a time approached me about my little streak and just laughed their heads off. They still rib me now. My husband is even worse. He keeps asking my friend to arrange a repeat performance when he’s off to see it.
My friend said she was shocked, then surprised, then just thought brilliant when she saw me come out of the bathroom naked. They’d all been told I’d be in pants and bra. She thought, has did my colleagues that I’d simply get my clothes out of my boot and get dressed. They didn’t think I’d drive home and streak half the neighbours and my family.
I was a little upset about it at the time but now I look back and laugh the hardest. At how I managed to talked myself into being stripped and having to streak. You see I was the first to be initiated in the hospitals history. Well, in verifiable history as oppose to, ‘I knew this guy who told me’ History.
Sammy Davis Jr - Student Nurse Initiation
I thought your members might like to read about my personal experiences of being “green horned” as a student nurse.
I was selected for student nurse training at a small NHS training school in the North East of England. I started my training in 1984 at the age of 20 years.
There was four levels of green horning or initiation. The first level was various practical jokes. Such has “go and ask theatre sister for a long stand”, “quick nurse we’ve just dropped the last of the fallopian tubes, run over to obstetrics and ask for some more”, “we’ve ran out of lab sticks, dip your finger in this urine and tell me if its sweet”, “get a ruler and measure the viscosity of this sputum”, and many more I can’t remember.
The next level was the cold bath on your first ward. It was getting towards the end of a evening shift when a third year nurse asked me to help her in the bathroom. I’d been wary all week expecting the dunking. The request was so casual that I did not think. I walked into the large bathroom and instantly realised what was happening. I tried to retreat but my exit was blocked. There was about nine or ten colleagues in all. Fortunately for me no males where present. I plead not to be dunked. But to no avail. I beg that they let me get out of my uniform and tights. They said sure after you’ve had your bath. You don’t know how difficult it was in those days to get wet tights off. The modern ones most be design different because they are much easier. Wet white nurses dresses become very see through along with white underwear. I ended up having to walk about 10 minutes to the changing rooms after my dunking to get changed. This included a 50 yard walk down the main drive on a light spring night around 8 o’clock when there was still plenty of visitors about. I covered my breasts and pubis with my hands and arms as best I could. I sure a number of people got to see pink bottom through soaking wet white dress and knickers. You could certainly see my thick black bush. Thank God for hands.
The third level of green horning was the trolley ride at the end of your first ward. Horror stories of this went around for weeks before. My time came one quiet Sunday afternoon. Once again I was casually asked to assist another nurse and found myself in the treatment room surrounded. The trolley was waiting for me.
I was told that if I co-operated it would go easy on me. If I didn’t I’d be the talking point of the canteen for weeks. I was told to strip. Strip completely naked. I asked to keep on bra and knickers. I then beg for knickers. I was reminded about easy versus hard. I started stripping and hesitated a few times but eventually there I stood naked with just a nervous smile to wear.
I then had to climb up on the trolley. I was covered with a blanket but told to grab the hand rails with my hands. My wrists where taped to the rail. The same fate befell my ankles. If the blanket slipped my nature would be revealed.
I was trundled around the hospital inside and out for about 20 minutes. The blanket was occasional readjusted to preserve my modesty. A few of the doctors and male nurses or porters tried to pull it off or quickly flipped it up. I know one group got a quick peek at my left boob and another group might of got a flash of pubic hair. I was return to the treatment room where I was untied and allowed to dress.
I f you where a non-resident nurse then the practical jokes, cold bath, and trolley ride where your worse fears. If however you where a residential nurse, that is, living in at the nurses home you had “matron’s nigh” to fear.
Matron is used here to mean the senior nurse living in. In my year it was a SEN called Vicky. She really hated student nurses because she’d only been a pupil nurse.
Well Matron’s night for me started at 1 am. I was yanked quite unceremoniously out of my bed. I found myself in the common room in a top and shorts pyjama outfit.
We where all line up. We were called everything under the sun. We were lecture on our lack of morals. We where told that we where unworthy and to prove that we could hack it as nurses we’d have to under take an ordeal.
The ordeal for me was in five parts. Firstly, I was drag off into the kitchen. Two female third years and a second year where to give me a medical to make sure I was up to the challenge. I had my pulse taken, then my blood pressure and respiration. They then said it was time for my temperature so I open my mouth for the thermometer. This was completely the wrong end. So there I was in the kitchen bottoms down bent over a table with a thermometer up my arse. After this I was told to strip which I did. There then followed a visual inspection of every inch of me. I had to stand hands on head. This was followed by a breast exam, and internal digital exams of back passage and pussy.
After this I was given a towel and taken back to the common room. A few of the girls where still in nightwear whilst others where in towels. A couple of girls where missing obviously getting their medicals. Soon we where all assembled in our towels passed fit for the rigors of the rest of the evening.
I was next taken off by another third year nurse and two first years who where in the intake ahead of mine so had already been green horned. The nurses residences where divided into six units of bedrooms. Each unit contained four bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen/dining room, and a bathroom. Their where two units per floor and they where three floors to a residence. Their where 8 residence in all.
I was at first alarmed because I thought they would take me to one of the units in the residence I was in but no they turn to the front door. I was concern about the idea of walking to another residence in just a towel. The third year nurse said if I wasn’t out in two seconds and walking I would be walking around without the towel. That persuaded me and I left the security of the residence and started walking behind her. We went to what was her block. We went in and she took me to the common room. Go in there and wait she said. She turned to walk away then turned back and said I’ll be needing this and with that the towel was whipped from me. I naturally wrapped my arms around my chest and placed my hand over my pubis while half crouching.
I was left their naked in the common room. I noticed straight away that I useful item to cover myself was gone. I heard voices and soon was joined in the common room by the other residents of the block. I was made to stand up straight and put my hands on my head. They inspected me thoroughly and had me take up various medical examination positions testing my knowledge has they went. At the end of this I was passed a theatre gown and told to follow the third year I was taken back to the original common room and found that the others had suffered a similar fate.
I was next collected my a trained nurse another SEN. She asked me to follow her which I did. We went out the back door. She deliberately walked the long way to her block. The theatre gown was quite open at the back and so I had to walk with one hand trying to shut it. This time I wasn’t taken to the common room but to the laundry room. A group was waiting for me.
I was told to remove the theatre gown and then lay down. There seemed no long any point in arguing after all I’d been seen nude now by over half the student staff. I was ordered to turn face down and stick my bum up. It was then that I noticed the potty and very quickly realised what was coming to me. I tried to get up and run but was grabbed and pushed back down and held. I pleaded to be spared but to no avail soon I was filled with soap and water standing in the corner naked waiting to be allowed to use the potty. After about twenty minutes when I was squirming I was allowed to release my load. After this I was given a hospital night dress and taken back to the starting point.
Next we where taken over to the main hospital day unit. I was surprised at the fact that one of the nurses had a key to let us in. This meant that a senior member of staff must have been in on the evenings events. Senior staff pretended to be against green horning but secretly I think many where still for it since no doubt they had had to go through it.
We where line up out side one of the bathrooms. We where all stripped and told we could leave at any time but we’d be leaving as we where. So there we sat waiting our next fate. The first nurse was taken into the bathroom.. We could hear her pleading but not clearly enough to make out what about. It went quiet and after a while the door open and she remerged minus her pubic hair.
We all started to plead but we knew it was useless. I was the third for the chop and entered the bath room. I was lathered up and shaved with a safety razor. Soon I was bare.
After we where all done we where given a plastic apron to wear. This afforded an ample figure like mine very little in the way of protection. We where taken up the tower block onto the top floor. I was a bit worried by this because I could not see any particular reason. Since all the initiations had something to do with nursing activities I wondered what the top floor had.
The plastic aprons where removed and we where told to wait in the visitors room. After about ten minutes Vicky entered the room and said for safety reason we had to have our hands tied. We where then left again. We waited and waited then the phone rang. We where told to that the doctors, male nurses and porters where on their way to us from all parts of the hospital. They didn’t know where we where so had to search for us. If we got back to the starting room without being caught we where safe. If not we would likely be the talking point of many conversations.
We stood and looked at each other then started to run. It wasn’t easy with hands tied behind back. The trick to a successful run I discovered later was to plan a route that followed the trolley ways since all these doors open when you pushed. If you tried to go against the trolley way you had to pull the door open difficult with hands tied behind back.
I was very fortunate that I was only seen from a distance and chased. Only two of us made it back to the common room. The rest found photos of them circulating for weeks.
I’d managed to survive the three years and three moths of nurse training. I was eagerly awaiting my results with some anxiety. I’d been promised my dream job working has a staff nurse on accident and emergency department subject to passing my exams.
The results came with great relief and all I had to do now was wait for my registration and the ceremony of being handed my blue belt which was the official way of signifying your promotion to a qualified nurse.
Over the last 2 and a bit years of my training health and safety, as well as, various other changes had more or les put a stop to the excesses of “green horning” but blue dressing was still in full flight mainly because it took place off hospital grounds mainly.
We had a great evening out with the lasses. The pictures, a meal, then a pub crawl followed by a night club. I’d not expected anything then realised when we returned to the bus to take us home that something was going down. The four of us that had just qualified seemed suddenly surrounded and separated from each other.
I was ushered to the middle of the bus on the kerb side. I was trapped into a window seat. Suddenly a blue dress was produced from who knows where and I was faced with three third years saying did I want to strip myself or have them do it. I was really to drunk to completely comprehend so they started stripping me. I could only put up token resistance. Soon I was naked and doing my best to cover my various bits and pieces. I never been sure just how much of me the driver saw.
I was given the dress which I hurriedly put on thinking that was it. No worse look. One of the other girls had to walk the length of the bus just wearing her blue dressing that’s find I thought then realised that holes had been cut around her breasts, pubic patch and bottom cheeks. The other two girls followed suit and soon it was my turn and two second years got to work on my dress.
I parade up and down the bus a few times because of my shyness. In the end I was ordered to put my hands on my head and repeat the walk. After this we where gathered together and required to drink lots of water I was all ready desperate but this put me over the top. The driver stopped the bus outside some public toilets I we all trotted off to the loo. We where made to remove our dresses not that they covered much in the female toilet. We then had to run out of the female loos and into the male loos to use the urinals. I know the driver got a look at four young naked nurses streaking.
We returned to the bus and then had to go across the knee of every other passenger and have our butts spanked. It was very red by the end and it remained sore for days but at the time with all the alcohol it didn’t seem to bad.
Once we got back to our town the bus stopped about a mile from where we lived and we where let out. It was rather embarrassing walking home like that.
I was selected for student nurse training at a small NHS training school in the North East of England. I started my training in 1984 at the age of 20 years.
There was four levels of green horning or initiation. The first level was various practical jokes. Such has “go and ask theatre sister for a long stand”, “quick nurse we’ve just dropped the last of the fallopian tubes, run over to obstetrics and ask for some more”, “we’ve ran out of lab sticks, dip your finger in this urine and tell me if its sweet”, “get a ruler and measure the viscosity of this sputum”, and many more I can’t remember.
The next level was the cold bath on your first ward. It was getting towards the end of a evening shift when a third year nurse asked me to help her in the bathroom. I’d been wary all week expecting the dunking. The request was so casual that I did not think. I walked into the large bathroom and instantly realised what was happening. I tried to retreat but my exit was blocked. There was about nine or ten colleagues in all. Fortunately for me no males where present. I plead not to be dunked. But to no avail. I beg that they let me get out of my uniform and tights. They said sure after you’ve had your bath. You don’t know how difficult it was in those days to get wet tights off. The modern ones most be design different because they are much easier. Wet white nurses dresses become very see through along with white underwear. I ended up having to walk about 10 minutes to the changing rooms after my dunking to get changed. This included a 50 yard walk down the main drive on a light spring night around 8 o’clock when there was still plenty of visitors about. I covered my breasts and pubis with my hands and arms as best I could. I sure a number of people got to see pink bottom through soaking wet white dress and knickers. You could certainly see my thick black bush. Thank God for hands.
The third level of green horning was the trolley ride at the end of your first ward. Horror stories of this went around for weeks before. My time came one quiet Sunday afternoon. Once again I was casually asked to assist another nurse and found myself in the treatment room surrounded. The trolley was waiting for me.
I was told that if I co-operated it would go easy on me. If I didn’t I’d be the talking point of the canteen for weeks. I was told to strip. Strip completely naked. I asked to keep on bra and knickers. I then beg for knickers. I was reminded about easy versus hard. I started stripping and hesitated a few times but eventually there I stood naked with just a nervous smile to wear.
I then had to climb up on the trolley. I was covered with a blanket but told to grab the hand rails with my hands. My wrists where taped to the rail. The same fate befell my ankles. If the blanket slipped my nature would be revealed.
I was trundled around the hospital inside and out for about 20 minutes. The blanket was occasional readjusted to preserve my modesty. A few of the doctors and male nurses or porters tried to pull it off or quickly flipped it up. I know one group got a quick peek at my left boob and another group might of got a flash of pubic hair. I was return to the treatment room where I was untied and allowed to dress.
I f you where a non-resident nurse then the practical jokes, cold bath, and trolley ride where your worse fears. If however you where a residential nurse, that is, living in at the nurses home you had “matron’s nigh” to fear.
Matron is used here to mean the senior nurse living in. In my year it was a SEN called Vicky. She really hated student nurses because she’d only been a pupil nurse.
Well Matron’s night for me started at 1 am. I was yanked quite unceremoniously out of my bed. I found myself in the common room in a top and shorts pyjama outfit.
We where all line up. We were called everything under the sun. We were lecture on our lack of morals. We where told that we where unworthy and to prove that we could hack it as nurses we’d have to under take an ordeal.
The ordeal for me was in five parts. Firstly, I was drag off into the kitchen. Two female third years and a second year where to give me a medical to make sure I was up to the challenge. I had my pulse taken, then my blood pressure and respiration. They then said it was time for my temperature so I open my mouth for the thermometer. This was completely the wrong end. So there I was in the kitchen bottoms down bent over a table with a thermometer up my arse. After this I was told to strip which I did. There then followed a visual inspection of every inch of me. I had to stand hands on head. This was followed by a breast exam, and internal digital exams of back passage and pussy.
After this I was given a towel and taken back to the common room. A few of the girls where still in nightwear whilst others where in towels. A couple of girls where missing obviously getting their medicals. Soon we where all assembled in our towels passed fit for the rigors of the rest of the evening.
I was next taken off by another third year nurse and two first years who where in the intake ahead of mine so had already been green horned. The nurses residences where divided into six units of bedrooms. Each unit contained four bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen/dining room, and a bathroom. Their where two units per floor and they where three floors to a residence. Their where 8 residence in all.
I was at first alarmed because I thought they would take me to one of the units in the residence I was in but no they turn to the front door. I was concern about the idea of walking to another residence in just a towel. The third year nurse said if I wasn’t out in two seconds and walking I would be walking around without the towel. That persuaded me and I left the security of the residence and started walking behind her. We went to what was her block. We went in and she took me to the common room. Go in there and wait she said. She turned to walk away then turned back and said I’ll be needing this and with that the towel was whipped from me. I naturally wrapped my arms around my chest and placed my hand over my pubis while half crouching.
I was left their naked in the common room. I noticed straight away that I useful item to cover myself was gone. I heard voices and soon was joined in the common room by the other residents of the block. I was made to stand up straight and put my hands on my head. They inspected me thoroughly and had me take up various medical examination positions testing my knowledge has they went. At the end of this I was passed a theatre gown and told to follow the third year I was taken back to the original common room and found that the others had suffered a similar fate.
I was next collected my a trained nurse another SEN. She asked me to follow her which I did. We went out the back door. She deliberately walked the long way to her block. The theatre gown was quite open at the back and so I had to walk with one hand trying to shut it. This time I wasn’t taken to the common room but to the laundry room. A group was waiting for me.
I was told to remove the theatre gown and then lay down. There seemed no long any point in arguing after all I’d been seen nude now by over half the student staff. I was ordered to turn face down and stick my bum up. It was then that I noticed the potty and very quickly realised what was coming to me. I tried to get up and run but was grabbed and pushed back down and held. I pleaded to be spared but to no avail soon I was filled with soap and water standing in the corner naked waiting to be allowed to use the potty. After about twenty minutes when I was squirming I was allowed to release my load. After this I was given a hospital night dress and taken back to the starting point.
Next we where taken over to the main hospital day unit. I was surprised at the fact that one of the nurses had a key to let us in. This meant that a senior member of staff must have been in on the evenings events. Senior staff pretended to be against green horning but secretly I think many where still for it since no doubt they had had to go through it.
We where line up out side one of the bathrooms. We where all stripped and told we could leave at any time but we’d be leaving as we where. So there we sat waiting our next fate. The first nurse was taken into the bathroom.. We could hear her pleading but not clearly enough to make out what about. It went quiet and after a while the door open and she remerged minus her pubic hair.
We all started to plead but we knew it was useless. I was the third for the chop and entered the bath room. I was lathered up and shaved with a safety razor. Soon I was bare.
After we where all done we where given a plastic apron to wear. This afforded an ample figure like mine very little in the way of protection. We where taken up the tower block onto the top floor. I was a bit worried by this because I could not see any particular reason. Since all the initiations had something to do with nursing activities I wondered what the top floor had.
The plastic aprons where removed and we where told to wait in the visitors room. After about ten minutes Vicky entered the room and said for safety reason we had to have our hands tied. We where then left again. We waited and waited then the phone rang. We where told to that the doctors, male nurses and porters where on their way to us from all parts of the hospital. They didn’t know where we where so had to search for us. If we got back to the starting room without being caught we where safe. If not we would likely be the talking point of many conversations.
We stood and looked at each other then started to run. It wasn’t easy with hands tied behind back. The trick to a successful run I discovered later was to plan a route that followed the trolley ways since all these doors open when you pushed. If you tried to go against the trolley way you had to pull the door open difficult with hands tied behind back.
I was very fortunate that I was only seen from a distance and chased. Only two of us made it back to the common room. The rest found photos of them circulating for weeks.
I’d managed to survive the three years and three moths of nurse training. I was eagerly awaiting my results with some anxiety. I’d been promised my dream job working has a staff nurse on accident and emergency department subject to passing my exams.
The results came with great relief and all I had to do now was wait for my registration and the ceremony of being handed my blue belt which was the official way of signifying your promotion to a qualified nurse.
Over the last 2 and a bit years of my training health and safety, as well as, various other changes had more or les put a stop to the excesses of “green horning” but blue dressing was still in full flight mainly because it took place off hospital grounds mainly.
We had a great evening out with the lasses. The pictures, a meal, then a pub crawl followed by a night club. I’d not expected anything then realised when we returned to the bus to take us home that something was going down. The four of us that had just qualified seemed suddenly surrounded and separated from each other.
I was ushered to the middle of the bus on the kerb side. I was trapped into a window seat. Suddenly a blue dress was produced from who knows where and I was faced with three third years saying did I want to strip myself or have them do it. I was really to drunk to completely comprehend so they started stripping me. I could only put up token resistance. Soon I was naked and doing my best to cover my various bits and pieces. I never been sure just how much of me the driver saw.
I was given the dress which I hurriedly put on thinking that was it. No worse look. One of the other girls had to walk the length of the bus just wearing her blue dressing that’s find I thought then realised that holes had been cut around her breasts, pubic patch and bottom cheeks. The other two girls followed suit and soon it was my turn and two second years got to work on my dress.
I parade up and down the bus a few times because of my shyness. In the end I was ordered to put my hands on my head and repeat the walk. After this we where gathered together and required to drink lots of water I was all ready desperate but this put me over the top. The driver stopped the bus outside some public toilets I we all trotted off to the loo. We where made to remove our dresses not that they covered much in the female toilet. We then had to run out of the female loos and into the male loos to use the urinals. I know the driver got a look at four young naked nurses streaking.
We returned to the bus and then had to go across the knee of every other passenger and have our butts spanked. It was very red by the end and it remained sore for days but at the time with all the alcohol it didn’t seem to bad.
Once we got back to our town the bus stopped about a mile from where we lived and we where let out. It was rather embarrassing walking home like that.
Monday, 1 January 2007
George's Memorial Roll - Last Post : A Requiem by George
This is believed to be the last story that George Wrote before his death in November 2007.
Here’s another short one from me based on a true account but embellished with poetic license and story tellers largest.
Early in 1990 just before I retired as a nurse I was doing my rounds of my unit late one night. We had a female patient in who was due for major surgery the next day. It was to be a touch and go job. No one including the patient was absolutely confident that she would be alive the next night. I’d spoken with her on a few occasions and on this night felt that I should spend sometime with her. She’d been moved into a bay by herself so staff could support her through the night.
We got chatting and during this chat she said that apart from being in hospital for her children until now at 70 she’d never been in hospital. She smiled quizzically. “It was very different when I was having my children” she said. “How I asked?” She smiled and said, “You’re a nice young man so I’ll tell you so long as you don’t get anyone into trouble”.
The second night after her first baby had been born was the start of events. The time was the period between VE day and VJ day, so middle 1945. Her husband had been injured in Europe but not in action. He’d been sent home and the pregnancy was the result. Her husband had since return to his unit.
She’d gone for a walk up the ward. She saw a young trainee standing guard outside a side ward door. The trainee beckons her forward and at the same time puts her finger to her lips to be quiet. The women approached and they both looked in through the window. Another young nurse but one that had been in training a while was bent over the bed being held down by two other nurses. The amusing thing, (the patients words) was that her dress was up and her bloomers where down and the elderly sister was slippering her. The patient watched until the end and the nurse straighten up and pulled up her bloomers. The trainee nurse outside then pushed the patient away into another area so the sister who was now leaving didn’t see her.
The female patient explained that her father worked nights all his life. Before he went to work he’d bath. She and her brother would then be bath in that water and put to bed, and then their mother would bath. She’d asked if she could have a bath at nighttime rather than during the morning but was told no by the sister. A few nights after the slippering the nurse who’d beckoned her said that sister wasn’t on and that she’d arranged for the female patient to have a bath. Although tied the female patient didn’t want to say no so want with the nurse.
The nurse ran the water and the patient stripped off. She climbed in and the nurse helped her wash. Suddenly the doors burst open and two student nurses where dragging in another younger student. Another student nurse who seemed in charge and was familiar in some way followed this group.
The lead student was surprised at the bathroom being occupied and said sorry, but seemed then to be puzzled as to what to do. “Oh don’t worry” said the nurse bathing the female patient, “Margaret here saw your bottom roasting the other night so can keep a secret.” Then turning to the female patient said, “Can’t you?”
That seemed to settle it. “Fine” said the lead nurse then turning to the struggling girl, “Strip her, naked, like Margaret here”. Looking at Margaret the patient directly and obviously noting her nakedness. Margaret covered slightly at this.
The nurse struggled valiantly but with the trainee who’d been helping Margaret bath now helping the others strip the poor nurse the fight was very one sided. Soon she was stripped. The leader had moved to the other bath and had filled it with water. Margaret said she noted that she hadn’t been to the boiler so the water would have been freezing. They picked the nurse up and dumped her in. She screamed but the others silenced her with their hands. After they ensured she’d been truly dunked they’d let her up. She was obviously freezing, shivering; she got out and went to start to dry. The lead nurse stopped her and made her stand hands on head then turn so Margaret could see her. They then let her dry collect her things and leave to dress elsewhere.
The trainee then turned to Margaret and said to get out of the bath. Margaret stood hesitantly all eyes on her and stepped out. The trainee told Margaret to put her hands on her head. Margaret obeyed instinctively and then slowly turned around. After this Margaret dried and dressed and went back to bed. She left the hospital with her newborn son a few days later.
Fast forward to 1947 Margaret back in hospital having her second son. On the night of her giving birth a new night staff nurse is on. When she walks onto the ward Margaret recognise her straight away. The staff nurse acknowledges the former meeting and she is very professional about the birth. The next night a student nurse, who says that staff had said that Margaret preferred a bath at night, approaches Margaret. Margaret says ‘Yes’ thinking how sweet it was that the nurse remembered. The student says I’ll be back for you shortly.
The student returns and begins to draw the curtains around Margaret’s bed. Margaret thinks that’s strange but thinks no more of it. The student then says she knows that what she’s going to ask next is strange but it was staff’s instructions. The nurse asks Margaret to remove her nightgown and anything else. Margaret removes her nightgown then slips out of her bloomers. The nurse gives her a towel to wrap herself in then leads Margaret out of the curtained bed space. Margaret thinks they will turn down the ward to the bathroom but instead they head up the ward to the corridor, which splits the ward in half. They cross the corridor Margaret somewhat hesitantly and walk down the full length of the other side of the ward to that bathroom.
Once in the bathroom the student asks Margaret for the towel. Now naked Margaret is fidgeting with her hands. The student smiles and says, “Are you a former nurse?” No says Margaret. The student looks puzzled and says no more other than requests Margaret to put her hands on her head. Margaret says she did because in those days you didn’t question authority. Stood there naked the student nurses fills the bathtub and says to Margaret to wait as she is for staff and leaves.
Staff-nurse comes along after a wait, not to long but enough for it to register. She circles Margaret noting well her nudity and compliments her on her shape, and hope she looks that good after two children. The staff-nurse then helps Margaret into the bath and they just chat away like two long lost friends reunited while staff-nurse washes Margaret very diligently.
After she is dried Margaret is left naked with her hands on head for the student to recollect her. This time it is a different student. She’s given a towel to wrap in and taken back to her bed.
Margaret’s lying awake wondering if the next night will be a repeat of last night. She notices that the nurses are all rather busy. She’d been moved down a few beds to make way for new mothers. She drifts off to sleep but is awoke by a student nurse who asks if Margaret would like a bath. Margaret with out thinking sleepily nods an affirmative. The nurse tells her that it’s a busy night tonight because theirs another bath to organise. She draws the curtains and Margaret gets out of bed. The student smiles and asks Margaret to undress. Margaret as noticed the absence of a towel. Margaret goes along with it and strips. The nurse leaves her there whilst she goes off for a towel she says.
Another student returns with the towel and as before Margaret wraps herself in it before being led out and up to and across the corridor. They move down the full length of the other ward, which is nearly empty, then out on to the veranda ward, which is brightly lit. The nurse shows Margaret to the veranda bathroom and leaves her their minus the towel, which she takes with her, instructing her first to stands hands on head.
After a short while the staff-nurse appears and whilst chatting to Margaret and giving her a good looking over, runs two baths. One with just freezing cold water the other with nice warm bath water. Margaret’s helped in and the staff-nurse begins to wash her. The door opens and the first student nurse is dragged in by a group of other nurses. Margaret knows what is going to happen next. The nurse is stripped and very unceremoniously dunked in the cold water. After they where satisfied that she was wet and very cold she was allowed out. After the hands on head twirl she was let go to dry and get dressed. The staff returned to finishing off Margaret and when she was done she was left stood naked hands on head.
The student nurse who’d been dunked appeared and said for Margaret to follow her. Margaret protested her nakedness and the student nurse said staff said. Margaret wasn’t really in a position to do anything about it. The left the bathroom and entered the veranda ward Margaret walked to the door to the main ward. She was reassured in this walk by the fact that the towel was hanging there. She returned back to bed.
Night three arrives, a strange night Margaret says. The routine was the same. Stripped by her bed then taken in towel to the veranda bathroom. Towel off, stand naked but this time it’s not the staff nurse who baths her but the student. After the bath the student as her do a twirl then takes her naked to the veranda ward door before giving her the towel.
Fourth night, the staff-nurse comes to her early and draws the curtains around. Margaret tells me at this point that she’d remove her bloomers earlier in anticipation. The staff nurse asks her to remove her nightgown and leaves her in bed naked. she then draws back the curtains and the nurses carry on around her doing the usual nighttime routines. When things have settled down about the normal time for the bath but just a little earlier another trained nurse comes. She draws the curtains and Margaret thinks well here goes again, no towel, so is expecting to stand their naked until one is fetched. Instead the nurse has her lay on top of the bed arms down her side, completely naked. She then puts on the overhead light so that everything’s on show. She says that since she is a honorary Florence she’s going to be treated as one. She leaves leaving Margaret very much naked and on show. Margaret says she just lays there very intrigued by all of this.
She doesn’t hear the figure approach the curtain. The first she is aware that there is someone there is when the curtain is pulled back. Taken by surprised and blinded by the overhead light she doesn’t realise for a good few seconds that the figure is a male porter. She realise soon enough when he says, “You nurses and your antics. I’ve come to take you for your bath” Margaret was recoiling to cover herself after the “You..”
Somewhat shocked she found herself being helped up and a towel being given to her. She wrapped herself in it and was led away by the porter to the veranda bathroom. Outside the bathroom the staff-nurse was there to greet them. As the porter walked away the staff-nurse quite expertly whipped the towel from Margaret and haltered and called back the porter by saying, “Here we don’t need this” he turned to have reveal for the second time in five minutes Margaret’s naked body. After this she was taken into the bathroom and the staff nurse bathed her. After she was done and dried. Staff-nurse led her from the bathroom naked. At the veranda door the staff nurse told Margaret to be quiet and just go where she led. Still naked but covering Margaret’s led up the ward and to the nurses office. Which was full of the other trained nurse and students along with another female patient. Margaret is gives her robe to wear and notices that the other female patient seems dressed likewise. She’s introduced as a nursing colleague who’s in for observations.
On the last night, Margaret finds herself stood behind the curtain naked. A student comes to her and says that they’re ready for her. No towel is forth coming. Margaret is led quite naked down the full length of her ward having been moved to the veranda across the corridor and down the full length of the next ward. She finds herself stood in the bathroom naked. The staff-nurse comes in and runs two baths. When the baths are run she strips off naked and stands hands on head and lets Margaret see everything. They then each take a bath and chat away. After sometime, a student comes in and staff-nurse asks what she wants. The student says these and before staff can do anything her clothes and the towels are gathered up and the student disappears with them.
So having no choice once they are dried both women make their way back naked. At the nurses office they are told that the staff-nurses clothes are on Margaret’s bed.
Here’s another short one from me based on a true account but embellished with poetic license and story tellers largest.
Early in 1990 just before I retired as a nurse I was doing my rounds of my unit late one night. We had a female patient in who was due for major surgery the next day. It was to be a touch and go job. No one including the patient was absolutely confident that she would be alive the next night. I’d spoken with her on a few occasions and on this night felt that I should spend sometime with her. She’d been moved into a bay by herself so staff could support her through the night.
We got chatting and during this chat she said that apart from being in hospital for her children until now at 70 she’d never been in hospital. She smiled quizzically. “It was very different when I was having my children” she said. “How I asked?” She smiled and said, “You’re a nice young man so I’ll tell you so long as you don’t get anyone into trouble”.
The second night after her first baby had been born was the start of events. The time was the period between VE day and VJ day, so middle 1945. Her husband had been injured in Europe but not in action. He’d been sent home and the pregnancy was the result. Her husband had since return to his unit.
She’d gone for a walk up the ward. She saw a young trainee standing guard outside a side ward door. The trainee beckons her forward and at the same time puts her finger to her lips to be quiet. The women approached and they both looked in through the window. Another young nurse but one that had been in training a while was bent over the bed being held down by two other nurses. The amusing thing, (the patients words) was that her dress was up and her bloomers where down and the elderly sister was slippering her. The patient watched until the end and the nurse straighten up and pulled up her bloomers. The trainee nurse outside then pushed the patient away into another area so the sister who was now leaving didn’t see her.
The female patient explained that her father worked nights all his life. Before he went to work he’d bath. She and her brother would then be bath in that water and put to bed, and then their mother would bath. She’d asked if she could have a bath at nighttime rather than during the morning but was told no by the sister. A few nights after the slippering the nurse who’d beckoned her said that sister wasn’t on and that she’d arranged for the female patient to have a bath. Although tied the female patient didn’t want to say no so want with the nurse.
The nurse ran the water and the patient stripped off. She climbed in and the nurse helped her wash. Suddenly the doors burst open and two student nurses where dragging in another younger student. Another student nurse who seemed in charge and was familiar in some way followed this group.
The lead student was surprised at the bathroom being occupied and said sorry, but seemed then to be puzzled as to what to do. “Oh don’t worry” said the nurse bathing the female patient, “Margaret here saw your bottom roasting the other night so can keep a secret.” Then turning to the female patient said, “Can’t you?”
That seemed to settle it. “Fine” said the lead nurse then turning to the struggling girl, “Strip her, naked, like Margaret here”. Looking at Margaret the patient directly and obviously noting her nakedness. Margaret covered slightly at this.
The nurse struggled valiantly but with the trainee who’d been helping Margaret bath now helping the others strip the poor nurse the fight was very one sided. Soon she was stripped. The leader had moved to the other bath and had filled it with water. Margaret said she noted that she hadn’t been to the boiler so the water would have been freezing. They picked the nurse up and dumped her in. She screamed but the others silenced her with their hands. After they ensured she’d been truly dunked they’d let her up. She was obviously freezing, shivering; she got out and went to start to dry. The lead nurse stopped her and made her stand hands on head then turn so Margaret could see her. They then let her dry collect her things and leave to dress elsewhere.
The trainee then turned to Margaret and said to get out of the bath. Margaret stood hesitantly all eyes on her and stepped out. The trainee told Margaret to put her hands on her head. Margaret obeyed instinctively and then slowly turned around. After this Margaret dried and dressed and went back to bed. She left the hospital with her newborn son a few days later.
Fast forward to 1947 Margaret back in hospital having her second son. On the night of her giving birth a new night staff nurse is on. When she walks onto the ward Margaret recognise her straight away. The staff nurse acknowledges the former meeting and she is very professional about the birth. The next night a student nurse, who says that staff had said that Margaret preferred a bath at night, approaches Margaret. Margaret says ‘Yes’ thinking how sweet it was that the nurse remembered. The student says I’ll be back for you shortly.
The student returns and begins to draw the curtains around Margaret’s bed. Margaret thinks that’s strange but thinks no more of it. The student then says she knows that what she’s going to ask next is strange but it was staff’s instructions. The nurse asks Margaret to remove her nightgown and anything else. Margaret removes her nightgown then slips out of her bloomers. The nurse gives her a towel to wrap herself in then leads Margaret out of the curtained bed space. Margaret thinks they will turn down the ward to the bathroom but instead they head up the ward to the corridor, which splits the ward in half. They cross the corridor Margaret somewhat hesitantly and walk down the full length of the other side of the ward to that bathroom.
Once in the bathroom the student asks Margaret for the towel. Now naked Margaret is fidgeting with her hands. The student smiles and says, “Are you a former nurse?” No says Margaret. The student looks puzzled and says no more other than requests Margaret to put her hands on her head. Margaret says she did because in those days you didn’t question authority. Stood there naked the student nurses fills the bathtub and says to Margaret to wait as she is for staff and leaves.
Staff-nurse comes along after a wait, not to long but enough for it to register. She circles Margaret noting well her nudity and compliments her on her shape, and hope she looks that good after two children. The staff-nurse then helps Margaret into the bath and they just chat away like two long lost friends reunited while staff-nurse washes Margaret very diligently.
After she is dried Margaret is left naked with her hands on head for the student to recollect her. This time it is a different student. She’s given a towel to wrap in and taken back to her bed.
Margaret’s lying awake wondering if the next night will be a repeat of last night. She notices that the nurses are all rather busy. She’d been moved down a few beds to make way for new mothers. She drifts off to sleep but is awoke by a student nurse who asks if Margaret would like a bath. Margaret with out thinking sleepily nods an affirmative. The nurse tells her that it’s a busy night tonight because theirs another bath to organise. She draws the curtains and Margaret gets out of bed. The student smiles and asks Margaret to undress. Margaret as noticed the absence of a towel. Margaret goes along with it and strips. The nurse leaves her there whilst she goes off for a towel she says.
Another student returns with the towel and as before Margaret wraps herself in it before being led out and up to and across the corridor. They move down the full length of the other ward, which is nearly empty, then out on to the veranda ward, which is brightly lit. The nurse shows Margaret to the veranda bathroom and leaves her their minus the towel, which she takes with her, instructing her first to stands hands on head.
After a short while the staff-nurse appears and whilst chatting to Margaret and giving her a good looking over, runs two baths. One with just freezing cold water the other with nice warm bath water. Margaret’s helped in and the staff-nurse begins to wash her. The door opens and the first student nurse is dragged in by a group of other nurses. Margaret knows what is going to happen next. The nurse is stripped and very unceremoniously dunked in the cold water. After they where satisfied that she was wet and very cold she was allowed out. After the hands on head twirl she was let go to dry and get dressed. The staff returned to finishing off Margaret and when she was done she was left stood naked hands on head.
The student nurse who’d been dunked appeared and said for Margaret to follow her. Margaret protested her nakedness and the student nurse said staff said. Margaret wasn’t really in a position to do anything about it. The left the bathroom and entered the veranda ward Margaret walked to the door to the main ward. She was reassured in this walk by the fact that the towel was hanging there. She returned back to bed.
Night three arrives, a strange night Margaret says. The routine was the same. Stripped by her bed then taken in towel to the veranda bathroom. Towel off, stand naked but this time it’s not the staff nurse who baths her but the student. After the bath the student as her do a twirl then takes her naked to the veranda ward door before giving her the towel.
Fourth night, the staff-nurse comes to her early and draws the curtains around. Margaret tells me at this point that she’d remove her bloomers earlier in anticipation. The staff nurse asks her to remove her nightgown and leaves her in bed naked. she then draws back the curtains and the nurses carry on around her doing the usual nighttime routines. When things have settled down about the normal time for the bath but just a little earlier another trained nurse comes. She draws the curtains and Margaret thinks well here goes again, no towel, so is expecting to stand their naked until one is fetched. Instead the nurse has her lay on top of the bed arms down her side, completely naked. She then puts on the overhead light so that everything’s on show. She says that since she is a honorary Florence she’s going to be treated as one. She leaves leaving Margaret very much naked and on show. Margaret says she just lays there very intrigued by all of this.
She doesn’t hear the figure approach the curtain. The first she is aware that there is someone there is when the curtain is pulled back. Taken by surprised and blinded by the overhead light she doesn’t realise for a good few seconds that the figure is a male porter. She realise soon enough when he says, “You nurses and your antics. I’ve come to take you for your bath” Margaret was recoiling to cover herself after the “You..”
Somewhat shocked she found herself being helped up and a towel being given to her. She wrapped herself in it and was led away by the porter to the veranda bathroom. Outside the bathroom the staff-nurse was there to greet them. As the porter walked away the staff-nurse quite expertly whipped the towel from Margaret and haltered and called back the porter by saying, “Here we don’t need this” he turned to have reveal for the second time in five minutes Margaret’s naked body. After this she was taken into the bathroom and the staff nurse bathed her. After she was done and dried. Staff-nurse led her from the bathroom naked. At the veranda door the staff nurse told Margaret to be quiet and just go where she led. Still naked but covering Margaret’s led up the ward and to the nurses office. Which was full of the other trained nurse and students along with another female patient. Margaret is gives her robe to wear and notices that the other female patient seems dressed likewise. She’s introduced as a nursing colleague who’s in for observations.
On the last night, Margaret finds herself stood behind the curtain naked. A student comes to her and says that they’re ready for her. No towel is forth coming. Margaret is led quite naked down the full length of her ward having been moved to the veranda across the corridor and down the full length of the next ward. She finds herself stood in the bathroom naked. The staff-nurse comes in and runs two baths. When the baths are run she strips off naked and stands hands on head and lets Margaret see everything. They then each take a bath and chat away. After sometime, a student comes in and staff-nurse asks what she wants. The student says these and before staff can do anything her clothes and the towels are gathered up and the student disappears with them.
So having no choice once they are dried both women make their way back naked. At the nurses office they are told that the staff-nurses clothes are on Margaret’s bed.
George's Memorial Roll - Doctors in Peril by George
The only other time I saw a female doctor get green horn was when I was a third year. She was a obnoxious little cow. The girls decided they where going to dunk her. The senior consultant heard their plans an they thought they where in trouble. But no, he said to make sure it was in the buff and that she had to make her way back nude.
The girls grabbed her and stripped her. She screamed for help. She got it in the form of additional staff coming to help her get it over quicker by assisting in the stripping.
I saw her as she tried to make her way back to the doctors locker room very naked and wet.
On another occasions I was due to meet my wife after work. I went over to her unit and then up on to her ward. When I entered I could see a bra and then knickers hanging on the knob of the duty room. I investigated and found a female SHO completely naked tied to the bed.
I was re-reading past posts when I realised that I had promised to post my experiences of doctor being stripped. I have five personal tales to tell. When I mentioned to my wife what I was going to post she promptly said “Oh, you must tell them this one” and after a half-hour I had another collection. Kath, then M, then Emma got into the act with their stories. My two daughters didn’t want to be left out either. So I now have the problem of which are worthy of the time to post here.
I’ll start by quickly re-capping my favourite experience. I had arranged to collect my wife from work. As I entered her ward by the staff entrance rather than the public entrance I noticed first a bra hanging from the handle of the off-duty room. As I got closer I noticed as well as the white lacy bra there was a very tiny black thong. I wondered who’s they were. As I approached the door I could hear somebody wrestling on the bed in the off duty room.
I knocked the wrestling stopped. I stood still and listened the wrestling started up again. I tried the handle the door was unlocked. The wrestling stopped and I pushed the door open. Lying on the bed quite naked hands tied behind her back and her ankles tied together was one of the young female SHO’s.
She smiled. “Please untie me, the others wouldn’t” I untied her and she quickly gathered up her clothes and ran out of the duty room. I’ve always thought that was quite peculiar. Why run out of a room naked, if covered, when she could have had me leave and dress there. I never did ask “Who the others” were.
The first doctor I saw naked was when I was a third year nurse. It must have been about 1965. I had just finished a very gruelling set of night shifts and was thinking of my bed when the sister asked me to call into the doctors quarters and she where Mr L’s SHO was. He’d meant to be on ward 20 minutes ago to do a wound debrisment.
I did this begrudgingly this it was the opposite way to my bed. I rang the main doorbell and no answer came. I noticed that the door was left slightly ajar which was unusual. I pushed it open and looked for the room allocation plan. I found the room I required on the plan and
started to make my way there. Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I stopped and stepped off the stairs to look along the passage. It was quiet and I could see or hear anything so I re-started my journey for the room I required.
I found the room and bang on the door very loudly. The SHO said he was coming and I turned to leave. I worked back along the hall to the stairs and as I arrived at the top of them a young women that I recognised as one of our fifth year medical students ran past and up the next flight. Her naked bottom wobbled very lovely as she took the stairs two at a time. She had her arms around the front of her body trying to conceal herself as best she could. I got a good glimpse of her efforts as she turned at the mid-way point to run up the other half of the flight of stairs.
When I was staffing on a medical ward some years later. There was this really nasty piece of work. Female doctors treat female nurse badly. They seem to think female nurse are very much beneath them. Doctors do have a inbuilt arrogance, you have to, to cut into another human being. I could never do it. Somebody did once say that the difference between doctors and nurses was that, “Nurses had brains and doctors balls”.
Anyway this particular HO was a really pain. The 3rd years seemed to especially get her wrath. So one day when the ward wasn’t particularly busy the head student called this doctor up saying that they couldn’t read her script. The doctor came flying onto the ward in a very bad mood. Demanded to know where the third year was. Then stormed off to the
sluice to “have words with her”.
Silence fell as she thundered into the sluice; about five minutes later the half dozen or so 3rd years appeared. Time past to sign of the doctor. I and the other staff (female) went to see what had happened. We open the door and poked our head in. No sign of the doctor. Then I heard a shuffle in the corner and stuck my head around the edge of the door. There very wet, clothes off, trying to dry herself was the doctor. They’d obviously shown her how to use the large equipment washing area. The doctor on seeing my head crouched down and tried her best to conceal all her charms but by then I’d seen them.
That’s my tales about doctors, now for some of the girls” stories.
Kath’s first tale was from when she was a second year student. She was doing her theatre allocation. There was this particular SHO who just delighted in showing up the male doctors. She would do little things so that they seemed ill prepared for the days work and get the consultant on there case. Eventually, the nurses said that if one of them behaved like that they’d soon put a stop to it. The male doctors said they’d love to but six males ganging up on a female wouldn’t perhaps go down well.
Well, this female doctor had crossed words with the theatre sister. That led to her doing a few of these little stunts on sister making her look bad to the consultant. Any way at the end of a unexpectedly short theatre day the nurses had tidied up and the last patient had been collected from recovery. Kath said you could tell something was about to go down. The qualified staff was up to something. At first she was worried that she or the other student on duty where in for some theatre initiation.
Then the female SHO appeared on the unit dressed in civvies. This was a no, no. She turned into the staff day and began to say, “Why have I been called back” when it was muffled. Then she reappeared from the bay held firmly by two staff nurses. A shroud hood had been placed over her head. She was pushed along to recovery. Kath and the student followed.
Soon the doctor was stripped to very sexy black underwear and tied spread eagled to the bed. Sister then pulled on the doctor’s bra where the two cups meet. The doctor flinched. Then sister pulled on her knickers waistband. The bound doctor got the message. This time it’s just to your underwear, next time”
The doctor was left there. The theatre porters happened by and saw the very lovely doctor. They did not untie her knowing that this was to be the pleasure of her male colleagues who took there time in assisting her once they arrived.
Later when Kath was a junior sister they had this female registrar. She was a real bitch. One day the senior sister said in frustration, ‘that bitch needs a good screw or something”. A male doctor nearby said that ‘she” (sister) was more her type than him. Well I don’t know about these days but lesbians had it really tuff in my day. They seemed to be disliked and mistrusted by other nurses. Gay male nurses however seemed to be treated the opposite by the girls.
Any way, after another few weeks of this registrar really breaking everyone in sight sister took her aside and tried to reason with her. This just seemed to make her worse. Any way one later duty when casualty had been very busy but had suddenly gone very quiet with no patients and stress was at breaking point the registrar enquired why the nursing staff where so slovenly.
“What would you have us do, invent patients to practise on” said senior sister.
“Well I expect you not to stand around while I’m having to work” the registrar was doing her reports.
“Perhaps you would like to assist me in demonstrating the procedure for receiving a traumatised patients to the students” sister said.
The doctor readily agreed to get out of writing up reports.
They all went to the receiving room and sister said for the doctor to get up on the trolley.
“Well staff show the doctor our procedure for receiving a patient” sister said.
Suddenly the registrar realised what was coming and before she could quite get her plea out for mercy she found herself pinned down and large medic shear where at her clothing. Soon she was down to just her underwear and sister asked if she had got the message. The registrar said she had and found herself running through the hospital for the doctors changing rooms to find some outer clothing.
The story doesn’t quite end there. Years later when she was made a consultant at a very young age, she was one of those genius kids, she found herself at a party with a lot of female doctors and nurses she had pissed off. They got her drunk, stripped her, tied her to a bed in the nurses” quarters and photographed her.
My wife reports that on the whole except for “white-coating” doctors where never really initiated. If the females were lucky they’d get to keep their underwear on. If less lucky she’d forfeit her bra. Really unlucky doctors had no underwear at all. One doctor was offered the choice of keeping one item and she picked her bra over her panties.
My wife says the only time she saw a doctor initiated was when she was a student. The doctor had been curious about what was happening to the students. It was a couple of intake after my wife’s. So the staff of the ward showed her. Full strip and dunked into a cold very cold bath.
My wife reports that mostly doctors where stripped as a punishment for getting on peoples nerves. The other reason was for leaving. His seemed to be the main reason. Most of the time they where stripped to underwear, followed by a dunking. But on three occasions they where fully stripped and found themselves in the of duty room. The poor victim I saw was the second of these.
Monday, 1 January 2001
Kimberly's Medical by Siggy
English patient here is my story you where asking about. Thank you to dah for posting it to me.
New Life by Kimberley
Part 1 The Medical
I’m Kimberley; this is my first post here. I have been coming here to read the stories along with my sister-in-law (Jessie) and brother-in-law (Jackson) for a couple of years now. A few weeks ago they said they wished they had the ability to write up some of our adventures. After a bit of arm-twisting I agreed, being the semi-literate one amongst us, to try my best to write up some of our adventures.
I better start at the beginning, which was just over 41⁄2 years ago. I’d married Jackson’s brother (Grant) when I was just turned 18. We had twelve years of loving marriage. Yes, we’d had our sad times, like when I discovered that I couldn’t have kids due to an infection when I was young. Grant had been unemployed for a good few years due to the disappearance of the steel industry where we lived. But it was a good marriage.
On the morning of Monday 2nd of April 1999 my world fell apart. I was sitting in my kitchen just finishing breakfast. My doorbell rang and I stood up, lifted my jacket off the back of the chair and walked to the front door. As I was placing my arms in the selves and straightening the jacket on my shoulders I could see the two figures stood at my front door through the frosted glass. I could hear the crackle of the radio, the thick set padded protective jacket and the white and colourful striped car told me it was the police. I never thought anything of it. I assumed that they’d got the wrong house or that something was up with my car, or even that there was a problem at work. I had a spare set of keys in case the boss was off sick, late, or just couldn’t be bothered.
“Mrs Gladstone?” the female officer enquired.
“Yes” I said, hesitantly.
“May we come in?” the female officer asked.
I stepped back pulling open the half closed door to allow them in. It was then that I noticed my neighbour Gladys who’d been standing to the side. They broke the news of my husband’s death in a hit and run as best they could. But my world imploded at that point and darkness fell for nearly a whole year.
I took to drink. I wasn’t a drinker before, the occasional wine with a meal, the odd sherry or a few vodkas and tonics. I hit the bottle hard when I’d finished our stockpile I went on a spending spree. Mean time debts mounted. The mortgage was paid off, along with some of the other expenses associated with Grant’s death. Grant had secured loans against the house when he was out of work to keep us above water. These were now abandoned in my alcoholic haze. My work suffered, when I was there, which wasn’t often. Eventually they let me go after more warnings than I deserved. This just made finances unstable and eventually I was looking at bankruptcy.
This is when Jackson stepped in. Jessie had visited me about once a week. She had phone each day. She’d poured alcohol away. She fed me. She nagged me. But now Jackson became involved.
First, he spoke with all my creditors. He than arrange for me to come and stay with him and Jessie in the next major town to mine. This had two positive effects. They are Christians. Although not tea total they believe in the demon drink and there was none in their house except on special occasions. They got me to an AA group and a private addiction specialist. They kept the bill and said they would add it to my debts and collect when the time was right and I was back on my feet. They don’t believe in charity, believing that self-responsibility is the best charity you can offer a lost soul. Second effect, was that Jackson was able to sell my house and contents. His integrity was unbelievable. Anyone else would have taken advantage I’m sure but not Jackson. He haggled, and haggled to get the best price for everything. It meant I could pay off all my debts and have a nice nest egg. Jackson even got me a good set of financial investments, which have seen my good fortunes return.
Now we are getting to the parts that you really want to read about. Jackson arranged an interview with a friend of his who ran a small relatively new business. His friend’s wife who had run the administration side had decided to take time out to bring up a family. The pay wasn’t as good as my last job but beggars can’t be choosers. Besides the pension, holiday, and private health care perks made up for it. To access the private health care package I had to be past fit. The letter arrived confirm my appointment and telling me where I had to report to.
Since, I still did not know my way around town very well, and I could no longer drive having lost my license, being very lucky I didn’t lose my life or my liberty in the process, Jackson who had the late shift said he would take me. Now I hate medicals. I’m a very shy person. I dislike medicals for two reasons. Firstly, needles and other instruments, along with the procedures that go with them, the actual prodding and poking. Especially, breast exams, and checks down below but worse than this is the undressing. I just hate taking my clothes off. Having people see me undressed. Not nude. Well I mind that too, but worse is being neither dressed nor undressed.
I was sitting nervously in the passenger seat twiddling my fingers. Jackson was chattering away about some piece of engineering he was doing at work. My stomach was queasy as hell.
“Your quiet” Jackson said.
I looked at him with a smile then turned away to look out of the window.
“It will be okay, you’ve got the note from Don” Jackson said.
Don was my therapist he’d wrote a letter about my drink problem and sobriety of eight weeks at that time. I’d had to complete a pre-medical questionnaire and it asked for all sorts of information and medical statements. It wasn’t that I was worried about.
“Is it something else” Jackson asked.
“I hate medicals” I said.
“Don’t we all” Jackson said.
Silence fell for what seemed like ever as we twister and turn through back streets to avoid the early morning traffic.
“Hope you put clean underwear on” Jackson said trying to relieve the tension but just making my stomach sink at the thought of having to undress to find my underwear wasn’t clean.
Now I know must people tend to dress simply when they are going to the doctors or hospital. Not me. I love to dress up. It gives me confidence and makes me feel better. It also, I feel, makes the nurses and doctors treat you with more respect and not just as another piece of meet. I say this because my etched memory is the sound of my best high heels clip-clopping across the cobbled courtyard to the door of the private surgery. I had on a navy blue business suit, skirt and jacket, over a cream blouse. Tan tights, and nice fresh clean cotton panties and bra. I was later to regret the choice of underwear.
We pressed the buzzer of the door and a female voice asked who it was. I answered and she buzzed us in. We walked up the two flights of stairs to the doctor’s offices. We where let in by a very young woman of around 22/23. This was the doctor’s agency nurse who chaperone him during private examinations. She showed us to a seat and served Jackson coffee. I was too nervous to drink.
“Did you bring your questionnaire with you” the young nurse asked.
“Yes” I said handing it to her and wondering how she missed the large brown envelope in my hand.
“Do you also have your samples?” the young nurse said.
I now blushed at the knowledge of Jackson knowing that I had, and had, had to use the toilet like mere humans. I unzipped by bag and produced first a amber coloured file of urine. Jackson smiled. I then removed a small plastic pot with a obvious dark solid mass in it. The nurse took them and disappeared into the consulting room off the waiting room.
Jackson just sat there beaming and drinking his coffee. He’d undressed me with his eyes many times over the years but this time it was different since I was shortly to be undressed. I quivered and shook.
“It’s going to be fine” Jackson said, I tried a smile that fell into a smirk.
We sat there waiting the tick-tocking of the clock sending little spikes into my abdomen. God I was desperate for a wee. I could hear the sound of a male moving on a chair. “Aren’t all doctors male” was my logic for the sound coming from the open door into the waiting area from the doctor’s office, coming from a male. I could hear the nurse preparing things, Things clanked onto metal surfaces, and paper was torn, plastic snapped each and everyone sending my imagination into over drive.
Silence. That was worse they were now ready for me I could feel. Jackson slurped his coffee sitting at right angles to me. I’d sat next to the escape route. Not that I intended to use it. But it was comforting and reassuring that there was one.
“We are ready for you now Kimberley” the nurse said appearing at the door to the office.
I stood and walked towards her.
“Would you like your husband to come along as well,” the nurse asked.
I must have looked really puzzled. Then realised. “Oh! No!! I mean he’s my brother-in-law. I’m a widow,” I said, my last statement still sounding strange on my lips.
I entered the consulting room to see a man in his fifties sitting at a desk reading my form with his back too me. The nurse indicated that I was to take the seat to his left that was up against the wall that the back of the desk rested against. I crossed and sat down. He looked up and smiled warmly.
“Did you find us okay. We are a bit out of the way here” he said.
“Yes. My brother-in-law brought me,” I said.
“Good. We’ll start with a little chat,” he said.
The nurse was stood next to the open door with its edge to her left side. Next to her was a long mirror, which meant that the torture table, which was to my right, was right in view, all the time we had our “little chat”. My mind was desperately trying to pretend that it was not there to my right, that it was just some phantom. That all there was to my right was a void.
He got down to the nitty-gritty quiet quickly. My sexual history. My problems in trying to conceive and the aftermath of finding out I couldn’t. Then the death of my husband and my drinking problem. The illness I had as a child. Then my periods. Before finishing with general questions on diet, exercise, smoking and so on.
“Right I think its time to give you a MOT,” he said.
The motorcar allegory really didn’t add to my comfort.
“Would you like to pop your clothes off behind the screen there and put on the gown….”? He said, stopping and looking puzzled.
“You’ve not put out a gown for Mrs Gladstone” he said addressing the young nurse.
“There wasn’t any, so I thought you didn’t use them” she said.
I was now terror struck. This little conversation had my emotions wax and wane violently. I’ll try to explain. Firstly the thought of having to strip completely naked and change into one of those infernal gowns was bad enough. Then there was momentary relief with the hope that the exam would have to be cancelled because of the lack of a gown. But then the realisation that I could be heading for a completely naked exam was worse. Then what is worse for me was the reflection of me in my smart clothes with just my tights and knickers down, blouse and jacket open, bra up. Oh that was much worse, that is the cruellest humiliation for a women. I’d go with the nudity.
“There are some in the cupboard on the landing, they arrived the other day,” the doctor said.
Relief, no, yes. Oh I was now in a state.
The nurse disappeared to get the gown whilst the doctor pulled out the screen and positioned it. I stepped behind the screen and took a deep breath. I slipped off my heels and lowered my height by at least a good six inches. My nylons caused a static crackle on the wool carpet. I was surprised that the office was carpeted rather than covered with Lino. The area under the exam table did have one of those plastic protective covers you see in offices under desk chairs. I looked around and noticed the table for the first time deliberately. I could already see myself on it. There was a clothes hook behind my back; I’d noticed it, as the doctor pulled the screen into place. I turned and placed my handbag over it.
The doctor had returned to his seat at the desk and was busy scribbling into my file. I unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders and hung it up on the hook. My stomach was queasy and I was shaking lightly. My hands trembled. I was now deep in thought. I had a question on my mind and was trying to think how to ask it. I’d started twice and stopped myself already before any sound came out.
“When you say undress, do you mean completely” I said.
“Yes please Mrs Gladstone it makes it easier for everyone I think” he said. Well I didn’t think that but you can’t really ever argue with doctors can you.
“My underwear too” I said.
“Yes please, I need to examine you down below” he said.
I knew he did but did he have to say so, my stomach crunched as he did. I’d been slowly undoing my blouse buttons has we’d been having this conversation and my snow-white bra was now in sight between the opening sides of the blouse. I pulled the blouse from the skirt and undid the final buttons. All that remained was to undo the cuffs and slip it off over my shoulders and down my arms before hanging it on the hook. Stood there just in bra the chill of the room made goose bumps. I find that is always strange. Doctor’s rooms are always warm, yet I always get the goose bumps and feel the chill. The sheerness of the bra revealed my growing nipples, which made my face flush. I always appear aroused, what must doctors think, that all these women get off on being stripped and humiliated so. I shuddered and shivered at the thought and the false coldness of the room.
I now reached for the button of the skirt around my back. I undid this and pushed down the little zipper. I could hear the nurse still out on the landing obviously looking for the gown. The realisation of the office and outer door being open suddenly made me quiver. I had the thought of some deliveryman just walking in. Absurd I know. The skirt now crackled has it slid down my nylon-clad legs. I stepped out and fold it over my arm and looked for somewhere to put it. There was a chair just outside of the screen, this was the only place for it but it meant leading out slightly. The doctor thankfully was still sitting at the desk back to the screen. Even though shortly he’d be getting a much closure look at me it was still daunting to reach out slightly in just underwear and tights to deposit the skirt on the chair. I caught a glimpse of my upper body in the long mirror as I retreated behind the screen once more. The lingering memory of my reflection seemed to accentuate the erect nature of my nipples and the slight grey triangular tarnish of my snow-white panties.
I breathed again. I could hear the nurse closing up cupboards then I heard her coming back into the waiting room closing the outer office door. Jackson began a conversation with her.
“There not very fetching” Jackson said.
“There not meant to be the height of fashion” the nurse said.
“Still you’d think after….what?.....100 years they’d have come up with a better design” Jackson said.
“Well it dose its job” the nurse said.
“When I where them their never big enough” Jackson said flirting.
“Oh really” the nurse said, then, “Your married”.
“Happily, but I can still flirt. You’ll need a larger size than that” Jackson said indicating the bust of the young nurse.
“Its not for me its for your sister. It will fit well enough” the nurse said and I could hear her now moving towards the door.
Whilst I’d been listening to that conversation I’d inserted my thumbs and pushed the tights down my legs and stepped out of them. Now feeling even more vulnerable just in underwear but a little happier strangely because I was nearly finished undressing. As I said earlier it’s the transition that makes me anxious rather than the being nude. Although I’m not to keen on that either. Has the nurse re-entered the room I was reaching to remove my bra. Having already placed the tights on the chair. I saw the expression on her face as she caught my retreating body.
The telephone rang and the nurse said, “I’ll get it” and I heard her deposit the robe somewhere before leaving to answer the phone. My bra was now open at the rear. (It was the next poor victim asking for direction.) I was stood in open bra and panties fidgeting. Not sure if I should continue or not. I looked around and now noticed my reflection in the long mirror. I hadn’t noticed it before when I was busy undressing. I stepped back further into the screen. I could see myself; especially my nude back the bra being undone and I could see the doctor at the desk. My stomach twisted at the thought of him watching me undress. I pushed the thought from my mind. He was a professional he wouldn’t look. He was to busy making notes anyway. Besides shortly he was to have a ringside seat. I now noticed the gown just past the chair on the little side table. My thoughts where interrupted by the doctor.
“Are you undressed yet Mrs Gladstone” the doctor said has he came up from crouching over the desk and turned towards the screen. I stepped back like some furtive spy caught peering out from their hiding place.
“No, not yet, I’ve not got the gown yet” I said.
“Oh, I do apologise” he said getting up and reaching for the gown and picking it up and bringing it to the opening.
“I’m still not undress,” I said, “I’ve still got my bra and pants on” I said kicking myself for giving more information than I needed to.
“I’ll leave it here” the doctor said putting it over the screen top and then he moved back to the desk. I watched him (peering over the top of the screen like some child over a wall of a hidden garden more interesting than my own) return to his seat and start to read some letters.
I now pulled the bra clear of my body, turned to place it over the hook and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was covering my bare breasts. I removed my hands and looked at my nipples, which responded to the nakedness, chill, and self-reflection. I tossed the bra out onto the chair, instead of reaching out to place it on the chair and it slid to the floor. That made me quince the thought of people seeing my discard clothes always seemed dirtier, more naughty than them seeing them on me. Sense now flooded back in and I turned away presenting my rear view to the mirror. I now decided that speed was essential. I slipped off the panties and in the bent position thought of the view the doctor would have if he looked in the mirror. I now quickly stood and turned around covering my black pubes as I cast the panties onto the chair. I had to remove my protective covering to maintain my balance giving anyone looking at that moment a quick full frontal. Thankfully there was no one looking. After dressing in the gown, I realised, sitting on the exam table, that for a few seconds before I stepped back behind and up to the screen to pull the gown off the back of the screen he’d have had the chance to see me full frontal nude again. I shivered, and at that moment the nurse entered my area from the wall side of the screen.
“Are you cold” she asked.
“Oh! No! Just apprehensive” I said not wanting to elaborate on my thoughts.
“Soon be done now. I’ll do the preliminaries then the doctor will do the internals and that’s it!” she said.
That’s it! I thought.
She took a thermometer off the trolley and presented it to my mouth. “Open wide and pop it under your tongue” she said. I open and allowed her to insert the glass tube into my mouth under my tongue. I didn’t know about you but I hate that sensation of the little bulb pushed in, nestling under your tongue. I begin to worry about it cracking. I get this funny urge to bite it.
The nurse rolled up the gown’s right sleeve and began to wrap a blood pressure cuff around my upper arm. “This may be a little uncomfortable but it doesn’t hurt” she said pulling the cuff tight and hurting me. Well not really hurting me but causing the usual nip of skin. She pumped the cuff up and then used the stethoscope to listen to see if I had any pressure left in me, feeling very faint about now. “That’s fine, a little up but that’s common in the circumstances” she said. She now stepped to the side of me and I could see my full reflection in the mirror, she’d push the screen to make more room. She took my pulse and measured my breathing rate. “That should be done now” she said taking hold of the thermometer and I released the lip pressure holding it in. She checked the temperature and said, “That’s fine” shaking the thermometer and replacing it in the tray.
She now picked up a tube. I was instantly worried where it was going having never seen one before and realising in was rather wide. She offered it up to my mouth and said, “Blow as hard as you can and don’t stop until I say” I placed the tube in my mouth and blow very hard. “Okay” she said and I stopped blowing and she removed the tube. “Good set of lungs” she said. Prior to my lapse into alcoholism I’d been a very keen athlete and fitness fantastic. I was just now getting back into the swing of it.
“Okay let’s have you here” the nurse said. I slipped off the table the gown riding up and for a moment I saw the bottom of my patch in the mirror. Thankfully the nurse was turned away from me and the doctor was still at the desk studying letters.
I stood against the wall ensuring that the gown was down in place. The open back meant that the skin of my bottom and upper back touch the cold wall and made me jump.
“You okay” the nurse asked.
“Yes. The wall was cold,” I said.
“Yes these open back gowns are not very warm when there’s a draft about” she said.
It was more what they reveal that worried me.
She measured my height then asked me to step onto the old fashion scales next to me. This meant that she would now have the possibility of seeing my bared back. Has I stood there I could feel the gown flapping. I looked over to the doctor he was still sat back to me. The nurse was to my side playing with the balance so I was pretty sure that if anything could be seen she couldn’t see it. The problem was not knowing if I was exposed or not.
“Okay. A little heavy than you should be” the nurse said.
I’d piled the weight on in the last year. I’d lost a stone in the last 8 weeks living with Jackson and Jessie. Healthy eating, exercise, and no alcohol.
“We are ready for you now doctor” the nurse said.
He came up from reading the letters and stood smiling then crossing to me slowly like a judge preparing to pass sentence. Then he did. “I’m going to exam your chest first. You’ll have to go to the local hospital for a chest x-ray to complete the exam but I will make the arrangements for you” he said.
I nodded.
“Then we’ll examine your breast for signs of any lumps. Okay” he said.
Okay I nodded. No it wasn’t okay but did I have any choice.
“Then I am going to exam your back passage for signs of polyps or fistulas” he said. I didn’t know what they where but I was sure I didn’t have any nor did I want them by the sounds of them.
“Oh” I said involuntarily.
“You will be fine, no pain just a little uncomfortable. I’m sure you are in fine health but after your recent drinking problem we need to check” he said.
He smiled. I smiled. The nurse smiled. I just died.
“Then we’ll do a smear test and a quick pelvic, and we are done” he said.
I’d have preferred that he had just carried out the sentence rather than announcing it first. I wondered momentarily what was worse. Doing five years or being told you where going to do five years.
“Shall we begin” he said.
The nurse reached for the ties of my gown and pulled them loses. This allowed it to drop slightly. The doctor warmed his stethoscope by breathing on it and placed it on my back. I straighten slightly at the cold touch. “Breath-in, hold, breath-out”. He moved the stethoscope to the other side. “Breath-in, hold, breath-out” He repeated the process this time asking me to cough. He then sound the front of my chest above my breast, thankfully they where still concealed. I noticed my reflection in the mirror has he moved back and forth slightly to reveal me to the looking glass world beyond the mirror.
“Now to exam your breast. I will arrange for you to have a mammogram and ultrasound test as well but I’m sure you will be fine” he reassured me. The news sank heavy in my stomach more revelations of my body to strangers.
The nurse pulled down the gown and he cupped the underside of my left then right breast. Then both together giving them a little bounce has he did. “Do you carry out your own breast exams frequently?” he asked.
“No” I said.
“I’ll give you some literature. You should exam your breasts at least monthly” he said continuing to jiggle my breasts making me feel very self-conscious and wondering what he thought of them as a man. No banish that thought, I thought.
He had moved on now to pawing and kneading my breasts like unleavened bread. Before thumbing my erect nipples that took me by surprise and made them swell. It was as if there was some invisible sinus from them to my clitoris since I could feel its long track and the need to pee grow. No doctor had ever done that before. But then I’d never had such a physical since my conception problems and times change.
“Fine, quite healthy. Would you stand now and bend over the table please” he said.
The nurse held the gown’s untied ties has I slipped off the table, the gown riding up. Needing my hands to guide me off the high table safely there was no protective covering for my black bush that came to view. I could tell that the nurse had seen it in the mirror. I turned to bend over the table. The doctor thankfully had turned his back to me. But this was only an illusion of safety since he was making snapping noises. I’d have prefer to stand naked in front of 100 strange men than hear those noises of imminent dome.
I saw him turn back holding his hands up in a surgeon’s stance the rubber gloves clearly on his hands.
The nurse pulled the gown away from my bottom and I blushed deepest red. They both now had a uninterrupted view of my bottom. “Just relax Mrs Gladstone” he said taking up the tube of KY and lubricating his right index finger. He then parted my bum cheeks with his left thumb and first finger. I felt the tip of his right index then a little circular motion has he spread the KY then a little push, “Relax”, then in it went. I closed my eyes and just imaging the scene. Then horror struck me. The scene would be being played out in the mirror. Then a worse thought hit me. The door was still open. Jackson would be hearing all the details. My stomach sank. I wanted to cry out, “Hey my brother-in-law can hear all this” but I had not the courage. I just suffered the thought that he would know everything that happened to me.
The doctor pulled out his finger after twisting it around for a few times and a few false hopes of removal which where followed by a renewed insertion. “That’s that” he said finally his finger already being out but feeling as though it was still in me. He returned to me as I began to stand, “Just a moment Mrs Gladstone” he said causing me to lower myself back down, “I’ll wipe you clean” and with that he used a tissue to remove the excess KY.
“Right nurse if you can put the stirrups up and get Mrs Gladstone ready please” the doctor said.
“Yes Doctor” came the nurse’s earnest and unsympathetic reply.
She reached out to the foot of the table and pulled up the outside stirrup click-chunking it into place. She then rounded the end of the table and pulled up the stirrup at the wall side, click-chunk into place. In silence I turned my back to the table and used my hands to push myself up onto it. The gown raising slightly, panic hitting me, why could I not remember that this action led to my naked bush being exhibited? Now on the table I pulled the gown down. The nurse moved to my side and assisted me into position and then to lie down. “Shuffle down a little bit please Mrs Gladstone” the nurse asked. I shuffled down and she took hold of my left foot and placed it in the outside stirrup. She then went to the foot of the table and placed my right foot in the other stirrup. “Shuffle a little more please, that’s it, a bit more, thank you that’s fine” said the nurse now pleased with my position.
“Ready doctor” she called.
I heard him stand and the sound of his clothing against his skin as he crossed to me. “Right nearly done. Ah, thank you nurse” he said as she moved the trolley with implements placed ready on it to his hand. He redressed his hands in latex. He now took hold of a large white paper bag filled with something heavy. He ripped it open and revealed the shinning metal which was soon to be in me. He coated the speculum and then with a smile he said, “This will be a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt. Have you had one before”? I nodded he smiled. He inserted the speculum and it filled me. The cold metal caused a light spasm. It was then triggered open, which caused me to feel opened to the world, as if I was the entry to some road tunnel. He then picked up a white paper strip; he tore it and revealed the end of a smear stick. I’d expected this; I now closed my eyes and soon felt it circling my cervix. “There all done” he said, still leaving the speculum in for a moment until its trigger was released and it closed. The speculum clanked onto the trolley.
“Just a quick digital Mrs Gladstone and we are done and you can get dressed”, he said. I waited for what seemed like forever then, “Breath in Mrs Gladstone” and his finger was inside of me. A quick check around then that inevitable extra moment. I always wonder about that. Is it sadness of having to pull out their finger or is it an extra none medical exam. The finger now out I felt it was safe to open my eyes again.
The nurse cleaned me up down below and gave me a few tissues. She helped me out of the stirrups, and then took the tissues I just used to further clean myself. I pushed the gown down and slowly swung myself into a seated position legs over the side of the table.
“You can get dressed now” said the nurse.
The screen had been pushed back. I stood and looked at it but the nurse and the doctor seemed too busy to notice. I crossed to the chair and picked up my panties. The back of the gown gaping open, revealed my bum cheeks in the mirror. I slipped the panties back on then looked around quickly before discarding the gown. The doctor was back seated at his desk scribbling into my file the nurse was just about to wheel out the trolley.
“Oh sorry” the nurse said indicating the lack of screen, “Well you seem to have managed” and with that she set off with the trolley for the waiting room. I shuddered at the thought of Jackson seeing the speculum that was quite clearly on show. He’d know for sure where it had been, oh, no!
I realised that a those few seconds I been stood there near naked, well topless. My breasts, well the side of them anyway, clearly on show in the mirror. I grabbed for my bra which was still on the floor at the side of the chair. This made my 34 c breasts fall away from my chest to hang down. Clearly revealing them to the mirror. I picked the bra up and put it back on. Somewhat happy now to be covered but still not content. The light cotton bra showed my obviously aroused state and the panties revealed my black bush beneath. I’d have to remember this in future not that I plan any more medicals soon.
I next picked up the skirt and placed it on the side table so that I could sit to put my tights on. These always seem to be more a foe then a friend. Nylon always seemed to scream look here so potential nakedness. I was soon sat there in underwear and nylons wish that somehow you could just go from naked to dress by some sought of magic.
I now reached and replaced my blouse, this to makes you extra sexy. The thought of what lies quite available beneath seems to drive men wild I’ve noticed. Decent ladies don’t drive men wild I thought and hurry to replace my skirt. It took some time to do all the buttons so I contented myself with the lower ones so I could get the skirt on then finished off as I slipped into my heels. The nurse return and helped me into my jacket and handed me my bag.
“Mrs Gladstone is ready to leave doctor” the nurse said.
He turned from his writing and stood and took the short step to shake my hand, “You are in good health and I’ll recommend you for the scheme. The drinking doesn’t seem to have done you any harm. Take this to the hospital and they’ll take some blood. They’ll right to you in the next couple of days for your x-ray and mammogram” he said.
I took the form and thanked him, the nurse showing me out to Jackson in the waiting room. He was sat there with that grin on his face. I blushed immediately. He’d heard, and seen the evidence. He was going to say something, sometime, I just knew it.
We sat there in the car still stationary. I was collecting my thoughts still.
Jackson spoke first, “It seemed a very through exam” he said.
“Yes” I said then looking at him, “How much did you hear through the open door”.
“Everything. I hope you weren’t to embarrassed by that” he said.
I wasn’t going to admit to thinking about it. “Well at least it was audio only” I said trying to comfort myself feeling a little turned on by the idea. I was still feeling unsatisfied from the doctors touch.
Jackson smiled. A strange smile I thought. I looked at him questioningly. He smiled again.
“The mirror” was all he said, my orgasm explode like a volcano has he pointed out to Jessie later.
New Life by Kimberley
Part 1 The Medical
I’m Kimberley; this is my first post here. I have been coming here to read the stories along with my sister-in-law (Jessie) and brother-in-law (Jackson) for a couple of years now. A few weeks ago they said they wished they had the ability to write up some of our adventures. After a bit of arm-twisting I agreed, being the semi-literate one amongst us, to try my best to write up some of our adventures.
I better start at the beginning, which was just over 41⁄2 years ago. I’d married Jackson’s brother (Grant) when I was just turned 18. We had twelve years of loving marriage. Yes, we’d had our sad times, like when I discovered that I couldn’t have kids due to an infection when I was young. Grant had been unemployed for a good few years due to the disappearance of the steel industry where we lived. But it was a good marriage.
On the morning of Monday 2nd of April 1999 my world fell apart. I was sitting in my kitchen just finishing breakfast. My doorbell rang and I stood up, lifted my jacket off the back of the chair and walked to the front door. As I was placing my arms in the selves and straightening the jacket on my shoulders I could see the two figures stood at my front door through the frosted glass. I could hear the crackle of the radio, the thick set padded protective jacket and the white and colourful striped car told me it was the police. I never thought anything of it. I assumed that they’d got the wrong house or that something was up with my car, or even that there was a problem at work. I had a spare set of keys in case the boss was off sick, late, or just couldn’t be bothered.
“Mrs Gladstone?” the female officer enquired.
“Yes” I said, hesitantly.
“May we come in?” the female officer asked.
I stepped back pulling open the half closed door to allow them in. It was then that I noticed my neighbour Gladys who’d been standing to the side. They broke the news of my husband’s death in a hit and run as best they could. But my world imploded at that point and darkness fell for nearly a whole year.
I took to drink. I wasn’t a drinker before, the occasional wine with a meal, the odd sherry or a few vodkas and tonics. I hit the bottle hard when I’d finished our stockpile I went on a spending spree. Mean time debts mounted. The mortgage was paid off, along with some of the other expenses associated with Grant’s death. Grant had secured loans against the house when he was out of work to keep us above water. These were now abandoned in my alcoholic haze. My work suffered, when I was there, which wasn’t often. Eventually they let me go after more warnings than I deserved. This just made finances unstable and eventually I was looking at bankruptcy.
This is when Jackson stepped in. Jessie had visited me about once a week. She had phone each day. She’d poured alcohol away. She fed me. She nagged me. But now Jackson became involved.
First, he spoke with all my creditors. He than arrange for me to come and stay with him and Jessie in the next major town to mine. This had two positive effects. They are Christians. Although not tea total they believe in the demon drink and there was none in their house except on special occasions. They got me to an AA group and a private addiction specialist. They kept the bill and said they would add it to my debts and collect when the time was right and I was back on my feet. They don’t believe in charity, believing that self-responsibility is the best charity you can offer a lost soul. Second effect, was that Jackson was able to sell my house and contents. His integrity was unbelievable. Anyone else would have taken advantage I’m sure but not Jackson. He haggled, and haggled to get the best price for everything. It meant I could pay off all my debts and have a nice nest egg. Jackson even got me a good set of financial investments, which have seen my good fortunes return.
Now we are getting to the parts that you really want to read about. Jackson arranged an interview with a friend of his who ran a small relatively new business. His friend’s wife who had run the administration side had decided to take time out to bring up a family. The pay wasn’t as good as my last job but beggars can’t be choosers. Besides the pension, holiday, and private health care perks made up for it. To access the private health care package I had to be past fit. The letter arrived confirm my appointment and telling me where I had to report to.
Since, I still did not know my way around town very well, and I could no longer drive having lost my license, being very lucky I didn’t lose my life or my liberty in the process, Jackson who had the late shift said he would take me. Now I hate medicals. I’m a very shy person. I dislike medicals for two reasons. Firstly, needles and other instruments, along with the procedures that go with them, the actual prodding and poking. Especially, breast exams, and checks down below but worse than this is the undressing. I just hate taking my clothes off. Having people see me undressed. Not nude. Well I mind that too, but worse is being neither dressed nor undressed.
I was sitting nervously in the passenger seat twiddling my fingers. Jackson was chattering away about some piece of engineering he was doing at work. My stomach was queasy as hell.
“Your quiet” Jackson said.
I looked at him with a smile then turned away to look out of the window.
“It will be okay, you’ve got the note from Don” Jackson said.
Don was my therapist he’d wrote a letter about my drink problem and sobriety of eight weeks at that time. I’d had to complete a pre-medical questionnaire and it asked for all sorts of information and medical statements. It wasn’t that I was worried about.
“Is it something else” Jackson asked.
“I hate medicals” I said.
“Don’t we all” Jackson said.
Silence fell for what seemed like ever as we twister and turn through back streets to avoid the early morning traffic.
“Hope you put clean underwear on” Jackson said trying to relieve the tension but just making my stomach sink at the thought of having to undress to find my underwear wasn’t clean.
Now I know must people tend to dress simply when they are going to the doctors or hospital. Not me. I love to dress up. It gives me confidence and makes me feel better. It also, I feel, makes the nurses and doctors treat you with more respect and not just as another piece of meet. I say this because my etched memory is the sound of my best high heels clip-clopping across the cobbled courtyard to the door of the private surgery. I had on a navy blue business suit, skirt and jacket, over a cream blouse. Tan tights, and nice fresh clean cotton panties and bra. I was later to regret the choice of underwear.
We pressed the buzzer of the door and a female voice asked who it was. I answered and she buzzed us in. We walked up the two flights of stairs to the doctor’s offices. We where let in by a very young woman of around 22/23. This was the doctor’s agency nurse who chaperone him during private examinations. She showed us to a seat and served Jackson coffee. I was too nervous to drink.
“Did you bring your questionnaire with you” the young nurse asked.
“Yes” I said handing it to her and wondering how she missed the large brown envelope in my hand.
“Do you also have your samples?” the young nurse said.
I now blushed at the knowledge of Jackson knowing that I had, and had, had to use the toilet like mere humans. I unzipped by bag and produced first a amber coloured file of urine. Jackson smiled. I then removed a small plastic pot with a obvious dark solid mass in it. The nurse took them and disappeared into the consulting room off the waiting room.
Jackson just sat there beaming and drinking his coffee. He’d undressed me with his eyes many times over the years but this time it was different since I was shortly to be undressed. I quivered and shook.
“It’s going to be fine” Jackson said, I tried a smile that fell into a smirk.
We sat there waiting the tick-tocking of the clock sending little spikes into my abdomen. God I was desperate for a wee. I could hear the sound of a male moving on a chair. “Aren’t all doctors male” was my logic for the sound coming from the open door into the waiting area from the doctor’s office, coming from a male. I could hear the nurse preparing things, Things clanked onto metal surfaces, and paper was torn, plastic snapped each and everyone sending my imagination into over drive.
Silence. That was worse they were now ready for me I could feel. Jackson slurped his coffee sitting at right angles to me. I’d sat next to the escape route. Not that I intended to use it. But it was comforting and reassuring that there was one.
“We are ready for you now Kimberley” the nurse said appearing at the door to the office.
I stood and walked towards her.
“Would you like your husband to come along as well,” the nurse asked.
I must have looked really puzzled. Then realised. “Oh! No!! I mean he’s my brother-in-law. I’m a widow,” I said, my last statement still sounding strange on my lips.
I entered the consulting room to see a man in his fifties sitting at a desk reading my form with his back too me. The nurse indicated that I was to take the seat to his left that was up against the wall that the back of the desk rested against. I crossed and sat down. He looked up and smiled warmly.
“Did you find us okay. We are a bit out of the way here” he said.
“Yes. My brother-in-law brought me,” I said.
“Good. We’ll start with a little chat,” he said.
The nurse was stood next to the open door with its edge to her left side. Next to her was a long mirror, which meant that the torture table, which was to my right, was right in view, all the time we had our “little chat”. My mind was desperately trying to pretend that it was not there to my right, that it was just some phantom. That all there was to my right was a void.
He got down to the nitty-gritty quiet quickly. My sexual history. My problems in trying to conceive and the aftermath of finding out I couldn’t. Then the death of my husband and my drinking problem. The illness I had as a child. Then my periods. Before finishing with general questions on diet, exercise, smoking and so on.
“Right I think its time to give you a MOT,” he said.
The motorcar allegory really didn’t add to my comfort.
“Would you like to pop your clothes off behind the screen there and put on the gown….”? He said, stopping and looking puzzled.
“You’ve not put out a gown for Mrs Gladstone” he said addressing the young nurse.
“There wasn’t any, so I thought you didn’t use them” she said.
I was now terror struck. This little conversation had my emotions wax and wane violently. I’ll try to explain. Firstly the thought of having to strip completely naked and change into one of those infernal gowns was bad enough. Then there was momentary relief with the hope that the exam would have to be cancelled because of the lack of a gown. But then the realisation that I could be heading for a completely naked exam was worse. Then what is worse for me was the reflection of me in my smart clothes with just my tights and knickers down, blouse and jacket open, bra up. Oh that was much worse, that is the cruellest humiliation for a women. I’d go with the nudity.
“There are some in the cupboard on the landing, they arrived the other day,” the doctor said.
Relief, no, yes. Oh I was now in a state.
The nurse disappeared to get the gown whilst the doctor pulled out the screen and positioned it. I stepped behind the screen and took a deep breath. I slipped off my heels and lowered my height by at least a good six inches. My nylons caused a static crackle on the wool carpet. I was surprised that the office was carpeted rather than covered with Lino. The area under the exam table did have one of those plastic protective covers you see in offices under desk chairs. I looked around and noticed the table for the first time deliberately. I could already see myself on it. There was a clothes hook behind my back; I’d noticed it, as the doctor pulled the screen into place. I turned and placed my handbag over it.
The doctor had returned to his seat at the desk and was busy scribbling into my file. I unbuttoned my jacket and slipped it off my shoulders and hung it up on the hook. My stomach was queasy and I was shaking lightly. My hands trembled. I was now deep in thought. I had a question on my mind and was trying to think how to ask it. I’d started twice and stopped myself already before any sound came out.
“When you say undress, do you mean completely” I said.
“Yes please Mrs Gladstone it makes it easier for everyone I think” he said. Well I didn’t think that but you can’t really ever argue with doctors can you.
“My underwear too” I said.
“Yes please, I need to examine you down below” he said.
I knew he did but did he have to say so, my stomach crunched as he did. I’d been slowly undoing my blouse buttons has we’d been having this conversation and my snow-white bra was now in sight between the opening sides of the blouse. I pulled the blouse from the skirt and undid the final buttons. All that remained was to undo the cuffs and slip it off over my shoulders and down my arms before hanging it on the hook. Stood there just in bra the chill of the room made goose bumps. I find that is always strange. Doctor’s rooms are always warm, yet I always get the goose bumps and feel the chill. The sheerness of the bra revealed my growing nipples, which made my face flush. I always appear aroused, what must doctors think, that all these women get off on being stripped and humiliated so. I shuddered and shivered at the thought and the false coldness of the room.
I now reached for the button of the skirt around my back. I undid this and pushed down the little zipper. I could hear the nurse still out on the landing obviously looking for the gown. The realisation of the office and outer door being open suddenly made me quiver. I had the thought of some deliveryman just walking in. Absurd I know. The skirt now crackled has it slid down my nylon-clad legs. I stepped out and fold it over my arm and looked for somewhere to put it. There was a chair just outside of the screen, this was the only place for it but it meant leading out slightly. The doctor thankfully was still sitting at the desk back to the screen. Even though shortly he’d be getting a much closure look at me it was still daunting to reach out slightly in just underwear and tights to deposit the skirt on the chair. I caught a glimpse of my upper body in the long mirror as I retreated behind the screen once more. The lingering memory of my reflection seemed to accentuate the erect nature of my nipples and the slight grey triangular tarnish of my snow-white panties.
I breathed again. I could hear the nurse closing up cupboards then I heard her coming back into the waiting room closing the outer office door. Jackson began a conversation with her.
“There not very fetching” Jackson said.
“There not meant to be the height of fashion” the nurse said.
“Still you’d think after….what?.....100 years they’d have come up with a better design” Jackson said.
“Well it dose its job” the nurse said.
“When I where them their never big enough” Jackson said flirting.
“Oh really” the nurse said, then, “Your married”.
“Happily, but I can still flirt. You’ll need a larger size than that” Jackson said indicating the bust of the young nurse.
“Its not for me its for your sister. It will fit well enough” the nurse said and I could hear her now moving towards the door.
Whilst I’d been listening to that conversation I’d inserted my thumbs and pushed the tights down my legs and stepped out of them. Now feeling even more vulnerable just in underwear but a little happier strangely because I was nearly finished undressing. As I said earlier it’s the transition that makes me anxious rather than the being nude. Although I’m not to keen on that either. Has the nurse re-entered the room I was reaching to remove my bra. Having already placed the tights on the chair. I saw the expression on her face as she caught my retreating body.
The telephone rang and the nurse said, “I’ll get it” and I heard her deposit the robe somewhere before leaving to answer the phone. My bra was now open at the rear. (It was the next poor victim asking for direction.) I was stood in open bra and panties fidgeting. Not sure if I should continue or not. I looked around and now noticed my reflection in the long mirror. I hadn’t noticed it before when I was busy undressing. I stepped back further into the screen. I could see myself; especially my nude back the bra being undone and I could see the doctor at the desk. My stomach twisted at the thought of him watching me undress. I pushed the thought from my mind. He was a professional he wouldn’t look. He was to busy making notes anyway. Besides shortly he was to have a ringside seat. I now noticed the gown just past the chair on the little side table. My thoughts where interrupted by the doctor.
“Are you undressed yet Mrs Gladstone” the doctor said has he came up from crouching over the desk and turned towards the screen. I stepped back like some furtive spy caught peering out from their hiding place.
“No, not yet, I’ve not got the gown yet” I said.
“Oh, I do apologise” he said getting up and reaching for the gown and picking it up and bringing it to the opening.
“I’m still not undress,” I said, “I’ve still got my bra and pants on” I said kicking myself for giving more information than I needed to.
“I’ll leave it here” the doctor said putting it over the screen top and then he moved back to the desk. I watched him (peering over the top of the screen like some child over a wall of a hidden garden more interesting than my own) return to his seat and start to read some letters.
I now pulled the bra clear of my body, turned to place it over the hook and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was covering my bare breasts. I removed my hands and looked at my nipples, which responded to the nakedness, chill, and self-reflection. I tossed the bra out onto the chair, instead of reaching out to place it on the chair and it slid to the floor. That made me quince the thought of people seeing my discard clothes always seemed dirtier, more naughty than them seeing them on me. Sense now flooded back in and I turned away presenting my rear view to the mirror. I now decided that speed was essential. I slipped off the panties and in the bent position thought of the view the doctor would have if he looked in the mirror. I now quickly stood and turned around covering my black pubes as I cast the panties onto the chair. I had to remove my protective covering to maintain my balance giving anyone looking at that moment a quick full frontal. Thankfully there was no one looking. After dressing in the gown, I realised, sitting on the exam table, that for a few seconds before I stepped back behind and up to the screen to pull the gown off the back of the screen he’d have had the chance to see me full frontal nude again. I shivered, and at that moment the nurse entered my area from the wall side of the screen.
“Are you cold” she asked.
“Oh! No! Just apprehensive” I said not wanting to elaborate on my thoughts.
“Soon be done now. I’ll do the preliminaries then the doctor will do the internals and that’s it!” she said.
That’s it! I thought.
She took a thermometer off the trolley and presented it to my mouth. “Open wide and pop it under your tongue” she said. I open and allowed her to insert the glass tube into my mouth under my tongue. I didn’t know about you but I hate that sensation of the little bulb pushed in, nestling under your tongue. I begin to worry about it cracking. I get this funny urge to bite it.
The nurse rolled up the gown’s right sleeve and began to wrap a blood pressure cuff around my upper arm. “This may be a little uncomfortable but it doesn’t hurt” she said pulling the cuff tight and hurting me. Well not really hurting me but causing the usual nip of skin. She pumped the cuff up and then used the stethoscope to listen to see if I had any pressure left in me, feeling very faint about now. “That’s fine, a little up but that’s common in the circumstances” she said. She now stepped to the side of me and I could see my full reflection in the mirror, she’d push the screen to make more room. She took my pulse and measured my breathing rate. “That should be done now” she said taking hold of the thermometer and I released the lip pressure holding it in. She checked the temperature and said, “That’s fine” shaking the thermometer and replacing it in the tray.
She now picked up a tube. I was instantly worried where it was going having never seen one before and realising in was rather wide. She offered it up to my mouth and said, “Blow as hard as you can and don’t stop until I say” I placed the tube in my mouth and blow very hard. “Okay” she said and I stopped blowing and she removed the tube. “Good set of lungs” she said. Prior to my lapse into alcoholism I’d been a very keen athlete and fitness fantastic. I was just now getting back into the swing of it.
“Okay let’s have you here” the nurse said. I slipped off the table the gown riding up and for a moment I saw the bottom of my patch in the mirror. Thankfully the nurse was turned away from me and the doctor was still at the desk studying letters.
I stood against the wall ensuring that the gown was down in place. The open back meant that the skin of my bottom and upper back touch the cold wall and made me jump.
“You okay” the nurse asked.
“Yes. The wall was cold,” I said.
“Yes these open back gowns are not very warm when there’s a draft about” she said.
It was more what they reveal that worried me.
She measured my height then asked me to step onto the old fashion scales next to me. This meant that she would now have the possibility of seeing my bared back. Has I stood there I could feel the gown flapping. I looked over to the doctor he was still sat back to me. The nurse was to my side playing with the balance so I was pretty sure that if anything could be seen she couldn’t see it. The problem was not knowing if I was exposed or not.
“Okay. A little heavy than you should be” the nurse said.
I’d piled the weight on in the last year. I’d lost a stone in the last 8 weeks living with Jackson and Jessie. Healthy eating, exercise, and no alcohol.
“We are ready for you now doctor” the nurse said.
He came up from reading the letters and stood smiling then crossing to me slowly like a judge preparing to pass sentence. Then he did. “I’m going to exam your chest first. You’ll have to go to the local hospital for a chest x-ray to complete the exam but I will make the arrangements for you” he said.
I nodded.
“Then we’ll examine your breast for signs of any lumps. Okay” he said.
Okay I nodded. No it wasn’t okay but did I have any choice.
“Then I am going to exam your back passage for signs of polyps or fistulas” he said. I didn’t know what they where but I was sure I didn’t have any nor did I want them by the sounds of them.
“Oh” I said involuntarily.
“You will be fine, no pain just a little uncomfortable. I’m sure you are in fine health but after your recent drinking problem we need to check” he said.
He smiled. I smiled. The nurse smiled. I just died.
“Then we’ll do a smear test and a quick pelvic, and we are done” he said.
I’d have preferred that he had just carried out the sentence rather than announcing it first. I wondered momentarily what was worse. Doing five years or being told you where going to do five years.
“Shall we begin” he said.
The nurse reached for the ties of my gown and pulled them loses. This allowed it to drop slightly. The doctor warmed his stethoscope by breathing on it and placed it on my back. I straighten slightly at the cold touch. “Breath-in, hold, breath-out”. He moved the stethoscope to the other side. “Breath-in, hold, breath-out” He repeated the process this time asking me to cough. He then sound the front of my chest above my breast, thankfully they where still concealed. I noticed my reflection in the mirror has he moved back and forth slightly to reveal me to the looking glass world beyond the mirror.
“Now to exam your breast. I will arrange for you to have a mammogram and ultrasound test as well but I’m sure you will be fine” he reassured me. The news sank heavy in my stomach more revelations of my body to strangers.
The nurse pulled down the gown and he cupped the underside of my left then right breast. Then both together giving them a little bounce has he did. “Do you carry out your own breast exams frequently?” he asked.
“No” I said.
“I’ll give you some literature. You should exam your breasts at least monthly” he said continuing to jiggle my breasts making me feel very self-conscious and wondering what he thought of them as a man. No banish that thought, I thought.
He had moved on now to pawing and kneading my breasts like unleavened bread. Before thumbing my erect nipples that took me by surprise and made them swell. It was as if there was some invisible sinus from them to my clitoris since I could feel its long track and the need to pee grow. No doctor had ever done that before. But then I’d never had such a physical since my conception problems and times change.
“Fine, quite healthy. Would you stand now and bend over the table please” he said.
The nurse held the gown’s untied ties has I slipped off the table, the gown riding up. Needing my hands to guide me off the high table safely there was no protective covering for my black bush that came to view. I could tell that the nurse had seen it in the mirror. I turned to bend over the table. The doctor thankfully had turned his back to me. But this was only an illusion of safety since he was making snapping noises. I’d have prefer to stand naked in front of 100 strange men than hear those noises of imminent dome.
I saw him turn back holding his hands up in a surgeon’s stance the rubber gloves clearly on his hands.
The nurse pulled the gown away from my bottom and I blushed deepest red. They both now had a uninterrupted view of my bottom. “Just relax Mrs Gladstone” he said taking up the tube of KY and lubricating his right index finger. He then parted my bum cheeks with his left thumb and first finger. I felt the tip of his right index then a little circular motion has he spread the KY then a little push, “Relax”, then in it went. I closed my eyes and just imaging the scene. Then horror struck me. The scene would be being played out in the mirror. Then a worse thought hit me. The door was still open. Jackson would be hearing all the details. My stomach sank. I wanted to cry out, “Hey my brother-in-law can hear all this” but I had not the courage. I just suffered the thought that he would know everything that happened to me.
The doctor pulled out his finger after twisting it around for a few times and a few false hopes of removal which where followed by a renewed insertion. “That’s that” he said finally his finger already being out but feeling as though it was still in me. He returned to me as I began to stand, “Just a moment Mrs Gladstone” he said causing me to lower myself back down, “I’ll wipe you clean” and with that he used a tissue to remove the excess KY.
“Right nurse if you can put the stirrups up and get Mrs Gladstone ready please” the doctor said.
“Yes Doctor” came the nurse’s earnest and unsympathetic reply.
She reached out to the foot of the table and pulled up the outside stirrup click-chunking it into place. She then rounded the end of the table and pulled up the stirrup at the wall side, click-chunk into place. In silence I turned my back to the table and used my hands to push myself up onto it. The gown raising slightly, panic hitting me, why could I not remember that this action led to my naked bush being exhibited? Now on the table I pulled the gown down. The nurse moved to my side and assisted me into position and then to lie down. “Shuffle down a little bit please Mrs Gladstone” the nurse asked. I shuffled down and she took hold of my left foot and placed it in the outside stirrup. She then went to the foot of the table and placed my right foot in the other stirrup. “Shuffle a little more please, that’s it, a bit more, thank you that’s fine” said the nurse now pleased with my position.
“Ready doctor” she called.
I heard him stand and the sound of his clothing against his skin as he crossed to me. “Right nearly done. Ah, thank you nurse” he said as she moved the trolley with implements placed ready on it to his hand. He redressed his hands in latex. He now took hold of a large white paper bag filled with something heavy. He ripped it open and revealed the shinning metal which was soon to be in me. He coated the speculum and then with a smile he said, “This will be a little uncomfortable, but it doesn’t hurt. Have you had one before”? I nodded he smiled. He inserted the speculum and it filled me. The cold metal caused a light spasm. It was then triggered open, which caused me to feel opened to the world, as if I was the entry to some road tunnel. He then picked up a white paper strip; he tore it and revealed the end of a smear stick. I’d expected this; I now closed my eyes and soon felt it circling my cervix. “There all done” he said, still leaving the speculum in for a moment until its trigger was released and it closed. The speculum clanked onto the trolley.
“Just a quick digital Mrs Gladstone and we are done and you can get dressed”, he said. I waited for what seemed like forever then, “Breath in Mrs Gladstone” and his finger was inside of me. A quick check around then that inevitable extra moment. I always wonder about that. Is it sadness of having to pull out their finger or is it an extra none medical exam. The finger now out I felt it was safe to open my eyes again.
The nurse cleaned me up down below and gave me a few tissues. She helped me out of the stirrups, and then took the tissues I just used to further clean myself. I pushed the gown down and slowly swung myself into a seated position legs over the side of the table.
“You can get dressed now” said the nurse.
The screen had been pushed back. I stood and looked at it but the nurse and the doctor seemed too busy to notice. I crossed to the chair and picked up my panties. The back of the gown gaping open, revealed my bum cheeks in the mirror. I slipped the panties back on then looked around quickly before discarding the gown. The doctor was back seated at his desk scribbling into my file the nurse was just about to wheel out the trolley.
“Oh sorry” the nurse said indicating the lack of screen, “Well you seem to have managed” and with that she set off with the trolley for the waiting room. I shuddered at the thought of Jackson seeing the speculum that was quite clearly on show. He’d know for sure where it had been, oh, no!
I realised that a those few seconds I been stood there near naked, well topless. My breasts, well the side of them anyway, clearly on show in the mirror. I grabbed for my bra which was still on the floor at the side of the chair. This made my 34 c breasts fall away from my chest to hang down. Clearly revealing them to the mirror. I picked the bra up and put it back on. Somewhat happy now to be covered but still not content. The light cotton bra showed my obviously aroused state and the panties revealed my black bush beneath. I’d have to remember this in future not that I plan any more medicals soon.
I next picked up the skirt and placed it on the side table so that I could sit to put my tights on. These always seem to be more a foe then a friend. Nylon always seemed to scream look here so potential nakedness. I was soon sat there in underwear and nylons wish that somehow you could just go from naked to dress by some sought of magic.
I now reached and replaced my blouse, this to makes you extra sexy. The thought of what lies quite available beneath seems to drive men wild I’ve noticed. Decent ladies don’t drive men wild I thought and hurry to replace my skirt. It took some time to do all the buttons so I contented myself with the lower ones so I could get the skirt on then finished off as I slipped into my heels. The nurse return and helped me into my jacket and handed me my bag.
“Mrs Gladstone is ready to leave doctor” the nurse said.
He turned from his writing and stood and took the short step to shake my hand, “You are in good health and I’ll recommend you for the scheme. The drinking doesn’t seem to have done you any harm. Take this to the hospital and they’ll take some blood. They’ll right to you in the next couple of days for your x-ray and mammogram” he said.
I took the form and thanked him, the nurse showing me out to Jackson in the waiting room. He was sat there with that grin on his face. I blushed immediately. He’d heard, and seen the evidence. He was going to say something, sometime, I just knew it.
We sat there in the car still stationary. I was collecting my thoughts still.
Jackson spoke first, “It seemed a very through exam” he said.
“Yes” I said then looking at him, “How much did you hear through the open door”.
“Everything. I hope you weren’t to embarrassed by that” he said.
I wasn’t going to admit to thinking about it. “Well at least it was audio only” I said trying to comfort myself feeling a little turned on by the idea. I was still feeling unsatisfied from the doctors touch.
Jackson smiled. A strange smile I thought. I looked at him questioningly. He smiled again.
“The mirror” was all he said, my orgasm explode like a volcano has he pointed out to Jessie later.
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