A medical correspondent (from another century) writes “many boys will tell you that if a nurse-girl is allowed to sleep in the same room with them she will attempt sexual manipulations. In fact, a nurse-girl may ruin a boy because she has been brought up to regard the sexual organs as a mystery and is in utter ignorance about them. she thus takes the opportunity of investigating the boy’s penis to find out how it works to satisfy her own curiosity. I know of a case in which a nurse in a fashionable london square used to collect the gentlemens’s children in a summer house when it grew dark and turning up her petticoats invite the boys to look at her vulva. I think people should take on a far higher class of nurse than they do.”
* if you follow the link you will see this is another excerpt from havelock ellis’s book. the servant girls being discussed here were most often teenagers themselves.
when I was about 7, playing “doctors and nurses” with the older girl next door was my first step on the pathway that led me here to the gimcrack. as i recall, she was very keen on putting me to bed and taking my temperature…….
gimcrack hospital (PG) 
So where do we find these nursegirls? And what type of manipulations are they doing to ruin boys?
Does that big colouring book come with a coupon for a few more pink crayons?
I have fond memories of my mother sending me and my sister to go and pick coal – although she suggested the freeway was a good spot to look.
I do recall seeing a similar colouring book in a second hand book shop in Uralla – but it was not filled in! Maybe they were lacking the flesh tone Textas as well. However it was delightfully and frankly titled as the Ocean* Colouring Book.
* I’m coy about typing the c-word.
did you buy the book mothboy?
I passed on it, and it was gone the next time I visited. It was totally in black and white – no colour whatsoever.
It’s all true. A nurse once (well a lot more than once) took advantage of me whilst I was recovering from a bout of cordite ignition. It was a happy time and her name was Santa.
Mothboy: Pity. I would have liked to see it. have you got a blog?
Vapour: Cordite ignition???
I bet she didn’t your temperature in your mouth or under your arm, either, did she?
No blog nursemyra – currently living vicariously through others.
Silverstar I am ashamed to say that she fooled me into thinking that she could measure my temperature with her tongue. I was always dangerously hot. Of course for years afterwards it meant that I never allowed my male doctor to take my temperature and his female nurse refused point blank to take it! Even though I used to go through to his rooms just for a temperature reading.
Nurse it’s a long story, I am sure you will be reading about it.
Aaah. Yes. I spend hours colouring in my vagina. I like a big pink crayola to do it with. mmm.
My 7-year old daughter had her 1st grade boyfriend over for dinner last Sunday. I caught them going into the bathroom together! I didn’t know I was capable of moving as quickly as I did. I was like a panther pouncing.
What? It’s bad to let your children work to contribute as citizens of the family? I say bollocks! Makes ’em tough, and does wonders for their speed when they later participate in ‘track and field’ events…
Boy, I would love to be ruined. I don’t remember the last time I was ruined.
I didn’t play doctors and nurses until I was 45 …… by which time I needed both …… tee hee
Someone tell that half-naked russian nurse that’s not a very effective spot to place a stethoscope.
Best colouring book…ever.
if only I could locate the companion piece that mothboy saw…..