The Uniform Series 1: Nurse Alison

The first in a lovely series, from Janus 119.

When she was in her late teens, Alison Gregory joined the great legion of back-packers and left Britain’s not-so-sunny shores in search of freedom and adventure. A trek across the entire breadth of India was followed by an opportunist crossing to the US. Although the trip had cost her nothing, when she arrived in Boston, Alison was broke.

With no qualifications, apart from a few ‘O’ levels which meant nothing in America, she tried to gain employment as an English nanny. Unfortunately, the agency that enrolled her had few openings. What they did have was a number of vacancies for private nurses. In general, many of these appointments required little medical knowledge and because of her dire financial situation, Alison agreed to an interim appointment.

Her employer had once been a very successful importer of English tea, but an accident left him without the use of either of his legs and therefore permanently confined to a wheelchair. Having sold his company to an international conglomerate, the ‘nice old gentleman’ had an accumulation of wealth beyond Alison’s comprehension. Her handsomely-paid duties consisted solely of helping him to dress, various household chores, and pushing the wheelchair whenever he wished to move around the spacious and elegant old house.

As the months passed, Alison realised that most of the things she did were well within Vincent’s capabilities. (Vincent was not the man’s real name.) In truth, she was nothing more than a lavishly paid indulgence. It was not something which bothered her, because Vincent was a perfect gentleman and Alison’s duties were simple and easy. For the first few months she was happily bored, and by her own standards, quite well off.

As more and more time passed, Alison and Vincent formed a close friendship. ‘It was simply a father/daughter relationship more than anything and we just became such good friends that we could tell each other anything,’ she explained.

‘For five months I had always worn smart casual clothing for work, but one evening Vincent explained that he would love to see me dressed for work in a nurse’s uniform. Being quite naive I agreed. The next day he instructed his chauffeur to drive me into Boston so that I could buy the uniform. When I returned Vincent implored me to change into it straight away. In the past he had often been complimentary and was most taken by what he liked to call, ‘that great British accent’. But I was unprepared for the barrage of praise and compliments when I paraded in front of him in my new nurse’s uniform. After that, I had to wear it all the time. If I had enjoyed his attention before, I truly basked in it now! I suppose it was my naivety, but it took about a month before I realised he had a real fetish for nurse’s uniforms. It didn’t bother me, in fact, quite unconsciously I found myself playing-up to him. It was probably the first time in my life that I was aware of the true power of a woman’s sexuality.

‘For about three months, I think Vincent and I were ‘feeding’ off each other. I know that I found myself posing and wanting him to look at me, and I’m sure he knew that I was aware of his little fetish.

‘It was probably about nine months into my employment when — quite without embarrassment — Vincent asked me if corporal punishment was still practised in England. I mumbled something in response and before I could gather my thoughts, or even start to imagine where the conversation was leading, he asked me if I had ever been spanked. I guess it was probably bravado that made me respond by asking him if he was offering! He laughed and said: ‘If you like.’

‘I don’t suppose he was aware of it, but I was tense with excitement. And for my part I was determined he should follow his suggestion through. Being slightly wicked actually added to my anticipation. For the next few minutes we verbally teased each other. In the end I feigned resignation and told him that he’d better get it over with. When I voluntarily lowered myself over the wheelchair and across his knees, I am not sure who was the more surprised at my actions, him or me!

‘After folding back the uniform skirt he spanked my bottom over my black knickers, almost reverently. He didn’t really hurt me, he just kept on doing it lightly for ages and ages. It was one of the most sexually charged experiences of my life. Vincent wasn’t to know, but at the time he made my whole body, as well as my bottom, tingle all over and I actually came after about five minutes of spanking. When he pulled my knickers down he may have noticed, but by then I just didn’t care!’

Alison remained in Vincent’s employ for nearly two years, during which time he spanked her regularly, but it was always while she was wearing her nurse’s uniform. ‘He didn’t seem to have the same interest even when I wore my shortest skirts and tightest tops. No, as far as he was concerned, without the uniform I just wasn’t sexy!’

Alison left when Vincent’s health became worse and his daughter moved into the large house to look after him. A year later Alison was back in England.

‘I’ve always kept the uniform,’ Alison concluded. ‘It was such an important part of one of the nicest and happiest periods of my life that I can’t bear the thought of getting rid of it. It will always remind me of one of the sweetest people I have ever known.’

For the first time in two years, Alison wore the uniform again. The pinkness in her cheeks had nothing to do with girlish embarrassment. On the contrary…