When we entered college we were given an introductory pack - clubs to join that sort of thing. Amongst them was a suggestion that we might join the Cadet Force, a sort of halfway house between school cadet force and full military service. Recently I saw Jane, one of the girls who was at college with me, who thought she might like the idea of a military career and took up the offer. Seeing her again reminded me that when she returned from her induction she related the following tale to us.

Jane duly reported to the local 'Drill Hall' and was given an ‘Intelligence Test'. Presumably being at college and having an IQ around 140 was not good enough for the military! She then sat at a desk and filled in various forms about herself, why she wanted to join etc: She was then told to go behind the screens at the end of the hall where she was greeted by an officer.

‘Where is your dressing gown?' Jane was asked.

‘I didn't know I needed one,' she replied wondering what was to come next.

She could see the other girls removing their clothes next to a row of chairs with hooks above them. They were doing this very discreetly. After slipping off their shoes they were taking off their dresses before slipping their brassiere straps down their arms and putting on their dressing gowns. They then proceeded to unclip their brassieres and remove them with their faces to the wall. As these were the days of stockings rather than tights they then slipped off their panties, undid their suspender belts and removed their stockings and rapidly did up the cords of the dressing gowns now being stark naked underneath it. Little did they know what was coming next which would remove the object of all this modest behaviour.

The officer looked at my Jane. ‘You had better keep that dress on then,' she said with a sniff, ‘If it had not been so easy to remove you would have had to simply strip naked for the exam. Just take everything off underneath it and do not do up too many of those buttons, not more than five at most'.

Jane undid the top buttons of her dress and slipped her arms out of it so she could get her bra undone and off before rapidly doing it up again. She then undid the buttons in the skirt area and took off her panties, suspender belt and stockings like the other girls. She was now naked under her dress and wondering what was to come.

The girls were called forward one by one and had their eyes, ears and throats checked. They then had to undo their dressing gowns so that their lungs and hearts could be checked. Clearly this meant undoing the belt and slipping the gowns off their shoulders. No way were they going to be able to cover themselves at all and they had to put their gowns on a chair to be examined naked. They were then allowed to put their gowns back on to wait for the next series of checks.

My friend Jane was somewhat luckier. She had done up the required five buttons but succeeded in slipping her dress off of her shoulders and keeping it on below her waist for the chest examination and then pulling it up again. But not for long.

She sat on a bench and watched through the gaps in the ill-fitting screen as one of her fellow applicants lay stark naked on an examination couch to have her breasts and belly poked and prodded. She then managed to get back into her gown for the next wait. Jane's turn. The doctor looked at her in dismay as she presented herself in her dress.

‘Couldn't you have brought a dressing gown or at least a coat,' he asked in exasperation as she fumbled with the buttons of her dress. She explained later that knowing she was going to show herself for the first time completely naked to a male doctor made her ‘all fingers and thumbs'. At last she got it of and as she was examined was somewhat disconcerted to note that her nipples perked up alarmingly at the touch of the doctor's chilly fingers. ‘Do not put that back on again, it takes too long to get it off,' she was admonished as she went to put her dress back on again.

After her session of poking and prodding Jane sat on the form waiting for the next exam with her dress clasped firmly to her bosom but with a cold feeling in the region of her buttocks from the wooden form. After dumping her dress on a chair it was it was her turn to do the orthopaedic exercises of standing on tip toe, arms to the side, out and up, walking the length of the room. All this completely naked and in view of the other girls some of who were afforded the cover of their dressing gowns but others, who were undergoing their examinations, completely naked like her. Finally she was told to bend over and touch her toes with her legs apart while the doctor peered closely at her anal area. Once again she was not allowed to put her dress on and the next series of checks made it abundantly clear why!

Jane was finally called in to a rather better curtained off area and instructed to get onto an examination couch and put her legs into the stirrups for a gynaecological check. Now at this time girls did not expose themselves at frequent intervals for smear tests and she had never had to do this having only heard her mother and her friends mutter about ‘internal' examinations before and was shocked as the doctor inserted a speculum and then his fingers into her vagina. That was bad enough for her but when his fingers not only penetrated her vagina but also her anus she was beside herself with embarrassment. She then got down off of the examination couch only to be told to lean on it with her feet apart so that a rectal exam could be carried out.

As Jane told me in more detail later, ‘There I was, for the first time in my life, lying stark naked on the couch with my knees round my ears and spread as far apart as they would go. The doctor who had got me into this position, as it was the first time I had been examined so thoroughly I needed showing what to do, stood at the bottom of the couch taking a very careful look at my most intimate areas as he pulled on his examination gloves. I could feel a cool draft blowing on my moistness from the base of my spine to my pubes as my bottom almost overhung the end of the couch. I knew that my bum and my pussy lips were apart and he could see my anus, my vagina, my wee hole and my clit only too clearly. I could feel myself getting ever more flushed with embarrassment.

‘Having got his gloves on to his satisfaction he moved between my legs and opened my pussy lips further with his fingers by sliding them along the length of my slit. I could feel my clit perking up and popping out from under its hood at his touch and was most embarrassed at its sensitivity as it stood out proud and firm.'

‘He then took up a metal instrument shaped like a shoehorn and slid its end into my vagina and pulled downwards to open it up and again inspected me most thoroughly. I later found out he did this to examine the walls of my vagina as once he inserted the next instrument, which I recognised as a speculum from pictures I had seen although I had never had one used on me, they were covered.

‘The metal speculum was cold and I felt my back arch as he slid it into me. When he clicked it open and stretched my vagina further than I thought possible I tensed and let out a barely suppressed gasp at the result. With a light he then peered into the gap between the arms of the speculum at my cervix and pronounced it fit. He collapsed it and slid it out and I felt temporary relief from its stretching effects. But not for long'

‘He then applied lubricant to the fingers of his gloves and stood alongside the examination couch first sliding one, then two, fingers deep into my vagina while pressing on my stomach and feeling about inside me with an expression of deep concentration on his face as he did so. He then inserted another finger into my anus and deep into my back passage and again made a full examination with me impaled on his fingers. I was then allowed to stand and thought the examination over and that I would be given an opportunity to let my embarrassed blush which covered my body subside as I regained my dress. But no.'

‘I was stopped from making a grab for my dress by an order to spread my legs and lean on the couch. The same gloved finger was slid deeper into my back passage as I stood with my bum in the air and my cheeks spread apart by one of his hands as the other probed as deeply as possible between my cheeks.'

‘When I was released I did not bother to put my dress on but made a run for the changing room before anybody could think of any other examination they wanted to impose upon me.'

Jane dashed from the cubicle stark naked and rushed to get dressed in all her comforting clothes.

‘Subject only to a chest X-ray you have passed.' said the officer when she was dressed and preparing to leave. ‘You will need to come here every Wednesday evening from seven to nine for instruction.' She pushed across a form for signature.

‘Will you ever want to do that this again?' gasped Jane.

‘Of course. We all have to be examined every year at camp, but there we simply parade naked, none of this messing about with dressing gowns.'

The idea of parading naked with this rather butch officer before being marched off naked and in full view of others in the camp to the medical officer for another full medical did not fill Jane with joy.

‘Forget it.' Jane made a hasty retreat back to our Hall of Residence where we questioned her closely about her experience which I have related and I later quizzed her privately on the details which I have reported.