Night Duty

A delightful story with captioned illustrations from Uniform Girls 1. This post has been keenly anticipated since a photo was trailed in the Comments to St Probyn’s Penitentiary.

Nurse Mandy Ross (known to her fellow Trainee Nurses as ‘Randy’) sat bowed over her small table-desk at the end of Ward D. Green-shaded lamp-light fell softly on the papers and lists before her. Gosh, how confusing it all was! Though you would never believe it, there was always so much going on. Patients had to be attended to at certain times, pills had to be handed out, injections given, and one could not afford to make mistakes about such things. Mandy was almost beginning to regret that she had joined.

Still, there was a compassionate side to her, so what she was training to do was immensely satisfying. Far better than being in some awful typing pool or pressing idiot buttons on a computer. Luckily for Mandy Ross she didn’t have to work. Daddy, who was an underwriter at Lloyds, gave her a quite generous, tax-free allowance so, for the time being anyway, she was happily independent. On the other hand, Mandy did not want to drift into being a Sloane Ranger. There was far more to life than that. If you had more going for you than others did, you ought to give some of it away. That was her philosophy… and a commendable one, I think one must agree.

A blonde head bent to note that Mr Anstruther would need his Lasix in another ten minutes; shortly afterwards Mr Walsh would be ready for his Mogadon. Then, of course, there was always Mr Granger. He always wanted something. Usually a feel of her. He was a right sod that one but, all the same, Mandy had a sneaking fondness for him. Somehow he gave excitement to a drab hospital world. Apart from that, it was pretty obvious that the man was well loaded. Mandy, financially comfortable herself, preferred men with some loot. He wasn’t much to look at but then… then… looks weren’t everything, were they?

Mandy Ross pushed back her chair and went off to get Mr Anstruther’s Lasix. The poor old chap had awful swelling of the joints. How lucky we are, she reflected to have all these modern drugs to help us. living in the Middle Ages must have been a nightmare. But then, one didn’t live very long, of course.

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Roger Granger peeped through an opening in the screen surrounding his hospital bed. Ahh… the little darling was on the move again. He watched the lilt of his favourite nurse’s hips as she moved towards swing doors at one end of the Ward. Oh yes… yes… she was a super mover. What a lovely bottom the girl had, too! In Roger’s opinion, she was quite wasted in this place. Doing good, sure. But wasted. A girl with a body like hers… plus her personality… could do a lot better for herself. Self-made… having come up the hard way before becoming a successful and wealthy builders’ merchant, Roger Granger didn’t like to see genuine talent wasted.

Nurses were needed; nurses were marvellous. But they could do their job if they were lumpy and plain. ‘Randy’ was in quite a different league.

A whispered word in the half-lit ward; ‘Nurse —' Hushed scraping of a chair back from a desk, soft footfalls, pink cheeks and blue eyes at the gap in the screen.

Under the sheets he felt himself; he was getting hard again just thinking about the girl. Oh what wouldn’t he do if they were alone somewhere together! Even as it was, in that public ward, he wasn’t doing all that badly. Pity they hadn’t had a private room to spare… but, if they had, she would very likely not have been on duty there. Roger removed his hand from himself and drank some Barley Water. What a bore being in hospital was, especially if one didn’t actually feel ill. He was there for observation and tests — something to do with his kidneys. All a waste of time, he reckoned, still one had to look after oneself over forty. Good Lord, I must be more than twice her age! He felt far, far younger, though. There couldn’t be very much the matter with him, could there?

Nurse Ross reappeared. The white, paper cap she wore was slightly askew. How sweet! Those apple-round breasts danced deliciously under her simple uniform. Black stockings, commonsense shoes. I wonder what she’d look like in high heels? Even sexier, of course. Now she was coming down the ward… looking at charts, taking a temperature here and there. Trying to look more efficient than she really was. How sweet! She was approaching his curtained bed. Roger had persuaded her to pull the curtains around him every night, saying that, otherwise he would not be able to sleep. Needless to say, Roger had other motives!

Half-willing, half-ashamed; stocking tops and pale satin thighs under white suspender straps. ‘Shush, Mr Granger — please — I will, I will — only don’t wake anyone up.’

‘Nurse…’ he whispered as the girl approached. Her lips twisted petulantly. ‘I’ve got a pain.’

A pretty blonde head was pushed through the curtains. ‘Where, Mr Granger?’ she demanded.

‘If you come in, I’ll show you.’

There was a resigned shrug and Mandy pushed through the curtains, almost automatically taking hold of the patient’s wrist and looking at the watch which was pinned to her swelling bosom. ‘Pulse above normal,’ she announced after a few moments.

Hushed voices, the crinkle of a crisp banknote —

Whisper of cotton knickers against young skin.

‘It always is, when you come in here,’ leered Roger. ‘Don’t you want to know about my pain? Where it is, I mean?’

‘I can guess,’ replied Mandy. She was not annoyed, simply half-amused, or so it seemed.

‘It’s above my thighs but below my belly,’ grinned Roger. ‘Like to help cure it, Nurse?’

Natural reluctance, maidenly modesty —

‘I would not,’ said Mandy firmly, with a toss of her blonde curls. ‘Really, Mr Granger. Can’t you ever think about anything else… talk about anything else?’

‘Not when you’re around, darling…’

‘That’s enough of that talk. I’ve got other patients to attend to.’ Mandy moved off and parted the curtains again.

‘See you later,’ came a stage whisper from Roger. ‘I’ll have a present for you.’

Plump bottom asking to be spanked, knees pressing shyly inwards, toes the same, little-girlish.

Mandy Ross continued her tour of Ward D. Another present, she said to herself. That man was ridiculous with his money. He seemed positively eager to stuff a ten-pound note into her uniform. She wasn’t exactly short, of course, but money was money all the same. Damn it, she’d received over one hundred pounds since Roger Granger had arrived on her Ward. And she hadn’t had to do very much; nothing she hadn’t quite enjoyed doing, for sure. A night nurse got very familiar with male bodies, male functions, male needs. Took them all in her stride.

Am I not behaving like a tart, though, Mandy asked herself? She smiled. Maybe she was… and she couldn’t have cared less. It was fun; it relieved the monotony. Daddy would not have approved, all the same!

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Acceptance; modesty flaming in her cheeks but a ten pound note tucked into her stocking —

One o’clock in the morning. All was quiet in Ward D. But there were still seven hours of duty to go. Mandy Ross yawned surreptitiously. Sister would have been most upset to see her doing it openly. What a strict bitch that woman was! If I ever become like that, she thought, I’ll give up nursing. On the other hand, Mandy was not so stupid as not realise that discipline in such a service was essential.

Discipline. The word hovered in her mind… taking her back to what Roger Granger had already hinted at a couple of times. Actually, more than hinted on the last occasion. He’d come right out with it. ‘By God I’d like to smack your bottom, young miss,’ he had said. Then he had squeezed a buttock-cheek so fiercely he’d bruised her. Mandy had surprised herself by being so little upset by the incident. In an odd way (not even wishing to admit it to herself) she realised she had vaguely enjoyed it. She liked men who took charge — strong, dominating men. Not ignorant brutes, though. The man had to be both intelligent and subtle in his domination. Moreover, there were times when he had to be gentle, too. Roger Granger seemed to be in this category. Why was it he had so quickly gained this hold over her? It wasn’t simply the ten-pound notes; there was much more to it than that. There was an aura of confident male superiority about him which appealed to her no end. Not that she was going to admit it to him.

A sudden noise in the corridor — guilt on the face of innocence.

He’ll be gone at the end of the week, she suddenly remembered… and Ward D would be back to its old dreary self. Nurse Ross stood up and walked towards the curtained bed. Everyone appeared to be sleeping peacefully. No one would need any more attention till morning… unless a patient awoke in pain.

Roger Granger, she saw at once, was not in pain but he was certainly awake. He was uninhibitedly playing with himself under the sheets. ‘Lord alive,’ he grinned, ‘I thought you’d never come. Like to take over?’

No-one — just a noise, but suddenly her bottom feels very bare!

‘You’re disgusting,’ said Mandy… but she smiled.

‘I bet you do this, when you’re lonely.’

‘Maybe,’ she said… and went on smiling. She sat on the bed and her hand slipped under the sheets. My goodness, she said to herself, what a size it is! Very tempting. However, this was definitely not the time or the place. She manipulated slowly and gently. Roger Granger sighed.

‘I meant what I said last night,’ he said after a little while.

‘What was that?’

A little coaxing, the tuck of a finger inside body-warm knickers —

‘Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten. About smacking your bottom.’

‘Oh that…’

‘It’s something I want to do more than you can possibly imagine. Does that turn you off?’

‘No… I don’t think so.’ Mandy released her grip; things seemed to be getting too near the boil. ‘I don’t know really. Nobody’s ever done it to me.’ She saw him smiling lecherously.

‘I’m glad about that. There has to be a first time.’

A zip that won’t work, and impatient fingers brushing soft pubic hair.

‘Not necessarily. Some girls would hate it.’

‘But not you, I think.’ Roger was glad the girl did not deny it. That meant he was already well on the way to victory. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘there’s an awful lot more smack-bottoming goes on than most people imagine. Nothing serious, you understand. It’s all done for fun. Sexy fun. People like me aren’t sadists. We just add extra dimensions to what comes naturally.’

‘I think you’re wicked,’ smiled ‘Randy’ Mandy. Roger’s hands were fondling her breasts; she was beginning to get rather too worked up for safety’s sake. I’m on… I’m on duty… she kept telling herself. All the same, she didn’t push Roger Granger’s hands away.

She looks away, embarrassed by her nakedness and ashamed of her shamelessness. For a moment, a thought come and then gone, she almost thinks she deserves to have her bottom spanked.

‘What lovely tits you’ve got. So full… so firm… Mmmm… you’re beautiful.’

‘I’m not…’

‘I say you are. Mandy… listen… will you do something for me. So simple really.’ Roger grinned. ‘But it would make a sick patient feel a lot better.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Show me your lovely bottom, you angel.’

Hanging back; eventually she has to be told — ‘Knickers down, please nurse —’

Mandy didn’t know whether to be pleased or angry. What a cheek! ‘I couldn’t do that… not here, anyway.’

‘Why ever not? No one would know.’

‘Sister might come round the Ward. She does sometimes.’

‘Once in a blue moon. In any event, we’d hear her. Plenty of time to get straightened out. Come on, be a sport, my sweet. You can’t say I haven’t been kind to you.’

‘We’ll just have these a fraction lower, nurse — can’t spank you properly otherwise, can we, Hmm?’

‘Oh, but — but please, d-don’t wake anyone up, Mr Granger — please!’

That was true, thought Mandy, and she didn’t even resent his allusion to the presents he gave her. Perhaps I’m getting an unexpected kick for being paid for playing around like this, she said to herself. Some women, she was aware, had a secret need to be humiliated in this way, from time to time. Was she one of them? Certainly she was discovering a lot about herself since this unexpectedly forceful man had arrived at the hospital.

‘Yes, you have been kind,’ admitted Mandy. ‘And, do you know, I now know I’ve got a thing going for you.’

‘That’s my baby!’ Roger Granger pushed himself up in the bed… and his eyes brightened as Mandy lifted the skirt of her uniform high. ‘Let me take them down. Your knickers, I mean.’

‘Well that’s all up to you, nurse, isn’t it? You’ll just have to keep quiet, won’t you.’

Alright… anything that turns you on.’ Mandy smiled a little nervously as Roger reached out and pushed down her briefs. Who would ever have imagined anything like this happening in Ward D! She felt the air on her bare flesh; then she felt Roger’s hand kneading and squeezing the flesh of her left buttock.

‘Oh what a lovely… lovely… bottom…’

He was turning her round; now he was looking as well as feeling. Not only did Mandy not mind, she found herself quite remarkably excited by what was going on. There they were, surrounded by somnolent forms, in a little oasis of sexual pleasure. It was the sheer unlikeliness of it all which appealed to her. This was something else!

Moments of apprehension, with a warm hand plumping chubby bare buttocks —

Roger was now patting her bottom-cheeks. Not smacking them truly. Just patting them so that the flesh was set quivering. ‘Oh my God,’ she heard him saying, ‘just you wait until I get you out of here!’

‘You mean… we’ll be meeting again?’

‘You bet your sweet life we will, Nurse Ross!’

Slappity… slappity… went his hand. Slapp… slapp. Then, suddenly… SSLLAAPP! It was a really hard stinging smack and Mandy uttered a gasping yelp. Then they both waited in tense silence to hear if anyone had been wakened. A half minute ticked away. Nothing.

‘You sod,’ whispered Mandy.

Struggling against the urge to splutter little protests, feeling her tits slip embarrassingly free of her bra —

‘I bet you liked it, all the same,’ grinned Roger. He pulled her down so that she sat on the edge of his bed. How lucky he was to have stumbled, by accident, across this little beauty! Who could ever have imagined a kidney complaint could have such rewarding compensations? ‘Something needs to be attended to, nurse,’ he said. ‘You might call it an emergency. If you follow me.’

‘I follow you,’ smiled Mandy. Her skirt was still up, her knickers still down. Into the bed went her hand. ‘It’s alright, Mr Granger,’ she said with mock primness, ‘these sheets needed to be changed anyway.’

Roger lay back and prepared to enjoy himself thoroughly.

But not as thoroughly as he would when he got out of the place!

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Biting her lip, squirming across his hips, the sound of panted breaths and stockinged legs scissoring one against the other.

‘You’re being discharged tomorrow, Mr Granger.’ The Ward Sister, dressed in crisp blue uniform, looked down on him with hard, dispassionate eyes. Roger felt rather like a carcass being thankfully disposed of. It just so happened that, in his case, he was alive rather than dead.

‘Thank you for all you have done, Sister,’ he managed to say. ‘You have a marvellous staff here.’

‘Kind of you to say so, Mr Granger,’ came a matter-of-fact response. Then the dragon turned and stalked off down the ward. Yes, thought Roger, a marvellous staff. But after tomorrow, that staff would be one short. Already he had broached the subject with Mandy Ross and she was giving him her answer when she came on duty that evening. However, Roger, confident as ever, was sure he already knew what her decision would be.

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‘Please — please!’ panicky whispers, almost inaudible, gasped under her breath as though to compensate for the ringing sound of his palm against her pushed-up bottom, bottom pushed up for every spank so that it’ll be over the quicker —

‘You don’t really need a live-in nurse, do you?’ said Mandy.

‘Who knows? I might have a relapse.’

‘There’s nothing the matter with you. I’ve checked up on all your tests and seen the doctor’s notes.’

‘I might catch Legionnaire’s Disease. Especially after being in this place.’

‘Oh shut up! I give in…’

‘So you accept my proposition?’ It has to be said that, on the previous day, Roger Granger had made Mandy Ross a most generous offer to live-in as his personal nurse for six months. Contract renewable.

Over, but not quickly. Tears of humiliation on her flushed cheeks, plump young bottom shivery with shock and embarrassment.

‘I accept.’ It wasn’t the money, Mandy told herself, there was something else, much deeper. A strange, unexpected attraction which she couldn’t entirely explain. Nor did she want to. But, at least, she was being entirely honest with herself. What was more, if this rather unusual liaison did not work out, she could always go back to Mummy and Daddy. She was on a winner to nothing.

‘Good girl,’ smiled Roger. ‘I’ll arrange to have the limo brought round here at eleven tomorrow. Meet you at the gates. Don’t tell them anything here. Just take a powder. Easier that way. After all, it’s not as if you’ve finished your training.’

‘What training is that, Mr Granger?’ ‘Randy’ Mandy’s eyes were mischievous.

Roger nodded happily. ‘Quite right,’ he said. ‘In another field, your training is just beginning. I believe, nowadays, they call it the Private Sector.’

The Rolls was as smooth and quiet as ones would have expected. All its windows were opaque.

‘It’s about half an hour to Dennington Grange,’ said Roger. He looked as fit as a fiddle. Which he was.

‘Does my patient require anything?’ asked Mandy demurely. She was neatly, almost soberly dressed in a grey suit.

‘Yes he does,’ replied Roger. ‘And he’s not going to wait until he arrives home before he gets it!’ He hauled Mandy across his knees (unresisting!), yanked up her skirt and ripped off her briefs, then began to smack her bottom vigorously.

‘The… patient… oow… ahh… always comes… owww… owww… first!’ came Mandy’s gasping cries.

‘No more than you deserved, Nurse, and it’s no use pouting and saying otherwise. Now pull your knickers up before Sister comes —’