CHRISTMAS EVEN by Joe Doe NURSE CALLIE DECIDES TO GIVE A DOCTOR THE PERFECT GIFT: HER! Nurse Callie Rachette squirmed as she tried to find a comfortable position inside the plywood box. "Oh well," she thought, "good things do come in small packages." And she was a very lovely package indeed. Attractive and athletic, with long auburn hair and a winning smile, Callie could could wrap any man around her finger.... Which brings us to our present story. Callie knew that she shouldn't have snooped when Dr. Studly was summoned to that emergency call. But the opportunity to examine his mansion was irresistible, and she was the kind of girl who could resist everything but temptation. It had taken months of flirting to get the handsome doctor to date her. Everyone told her that he thought she was "bitchy." The soft-hearted doctor certainly didn't seem to approve of the way she treated her subordinates or her patients, but what did he know? After all, he WAS just a doctor! She knew that she could ensnare him in her web. "Ring by Spring!" she giggled, as she began merrily snooping through his things. Initially, she had been shocked when she found, in the back of his closet, a stack of printouts from some strip-search group. But, whereas other women might have been repulsed, Callie quickly saw her opportunity. The doctor was just too handsome -- and too rich -- to pass up. If she had to cater to his kinky tastes (for a while) then so be it. Once the foolish doctor took that fateful walk down the aisle, SHE would be the one in control. If he tried to pull any of that "woman in peril" crap with her, he'd have a very messy -- and very public -- divorce on his hands. She smiled. His mansion would be even nicer once she'd moved all of his crap out of it. As she paged through the stories, the newly-inspired nurse envisioned the perfect Christmas gift for the kinky doctor. Ring by Spring? If she knew men (and she certainly did) she would have her ring by New Years Day! So the kinky little doctor liked jerking off to stories of powerful women put into humiliating situations, did he? She was sure the divorce judge would enjoy the details. But, until then, she would make his dreams come true. She had used The Gift Shop for years, most recently when she was forced to send flowers after accidentally letting Mr. Geezer roll down the stairs in his wheelchair. The incident left her steamed; she had left him there only for a few minutes. It wasn't her fault that one of her friends had called her with some simply irresistible gossip.... Damn invalids! If it wasn't one thing it was another! The Gift Shop actually specialized in more exotic presents, like singing telegrams and even strippers. That ditzy salesgirl, Sandy, wasn't overly bright, but Callie knew her well enough to make her rather unusual request. Callie tried to move her feet forward, but her knees kept hitting the sides of the box. She knew she had to be careful; the last thing she wanted was to rip out of the box while it was still in the delivery truck. It was important that she remained boxed until Dr. Studly "unwrapped her." She shuddered as she imagined the deliveryman from The Gift Shop opening the truck and finding her standing in the cargo bay of his truck, Santa cap on her head and hands tied behind her back with red ribbons. She knew that the deliveryman probably wouldn't notice the Santa cap or the festoons of red ribbons. He (like most males) would probably focus his attention on the fact that she was absolutely butt naked! Yes, she was definitely a package that shouldn't be opened before Christmas Eve. It wasn't perfect, though. Callie DESPISED the bell. It had been her idea to put on the little red dog collar with the words "Your New Christmas PUSSY" engraved on the tag. But it was the giggling Sandy who had added the annoying little "cat bell" that was now driving Callie crazy. She had tried to shout through her red-ribboned ball-gag when Sandy had belled her, but Sandy had just laughed and made a meow sound. "Little Pussy doesn't like her bell?" Sandy had asked as she stroked the bridge of Callie's nose. "Now your new owner can make sure you never run away!" Callie shouted an obscenity into her gag as Sandy playfully flicked her nose again before sealing the box shut. After the lid was closed, her protests no longer mattered. As Sandy tipped her onto the dolly, Callie slid backwards in her box, just another loosely wrapped package bound for the store's delivery truck. She felt confident that her Christmas present would snare the good doctor. She may have been wrapped in red ribbons, but she had a black belt in using sex to control men.... ****************************** She had learned the skill early. A pretty nurse in a hospital can always gain favor with a crusty doctor or an unruly patient with a skirt that was just a bit too short, or a button left artfully undone. Over time, she found herself taking sadistic delight in the power her sex appeal gave her over helpless male patients. She particularly enjoyed tormenting the patients she derisively referred to as "basket cases" -- patients too incapacitated to provide themselves with the sexual release that her sadistic attentions made them crave. Peter was a 22-year-old starting quarterback when a late hit sent him to the hospital with two broken arms, a lacerated scalp, and a throat injury that left him unable to talk. Callie had initially felt sorry for the hunky guy, but, when she saw the large number of pretty female visitors he had, her sympathy faded. A man with multiple girlfriends needed to be taught a lesson. And she was just the woman to do it. Although the suspension casts immobilized his arms and the bandages around his head made him look like the Mummy, Peter's mind was alert. The fact that he was uninjured from the chest down became apparent when Callie gave him his first long, leisurely sponge bath. She had taken her time soaping up the sponge and slowly squeezing the water out of it in preparation for the bath. She sat on the edge of the bed in such a way that the strap of her white garter belt was plainly visible. She had to restrain herself to keep from laughing. Peter couldn't talk, and he couldn't move. But his eyes furiously darted back and forth between her exposed thigh, her unbuttoned shirt, and her luscious lips, which she slowly licked...repeatedly. By the time she finally worked her way down to his crotch, poor Peter was as stiff as a board. She feigned shock as she wagged her finger in his face and scolded him for being a "naughty little boy" with a "dirty mind." Although most of his face was covered, she was pleased to see that her patronizing scolding had made the confident athlete blush and squirm as if he WERE a little boy. When she actually began her slow and leisurely soaping of his exposed genitals, his heart began to race so quickly that the monitor went off. She quickly unplugged it. "We don't want anyone interrupting us, do we, dear?" she asked, teasingly. "For the next 45 minutes, it'll be just you, me, and this sponge. This soft...wet...clingy sponge. What does it remind you of, Peter? Better days, perhaps?" Wrapping the sponge around his pulsating shaft, she slowly began to squeeze. "Does this feel good, Peter?" she whispered, softly. "Am I squeezing enough?" She continued to squeeze and release, squeeze and release, until he was on the very edge of cumming. But, at the last possible moment...she stopped! "Peter, you naughty boy!" she scolded. "Were you humping my hand? What would all your girlfriends say if they knew you were abusing yourself that way?" She continued scolding him like an errant child until his erection faded into nothingness. And then she started "washing" him again… Before she finally left him, 2 hours later, his eyes frantically begging for release, she slipped him into the tiny blue briefs he had been wearing when brought in. "These darling little underpants will keep you all nice and snug tonight. They're so cute...almost like panties." The next day, the student nurses visited, and Callie showed them how to roll an injured patient onto his stomach. Fortunately for Peter, the pain of rolling over was somewhat offset by the feeling of 19 pairs of pretty young female hands on his body. "Today I'm going to show you all how to give a patient an enema," Callie said, brightly, as Peter's eyes began darting around frantically. "But first, I want each of you to demonstrate how you would take a patient's rectal temperature." It was a very long week for Peter, between the agonizing sponge baths at night and the student nurses practicing on him during the day. He set off the heart monitor alert the day that Callie produced a catheter and announced that she wanted each nurse to try "bladder irrigation procedures." Fortunately, she had enough chilly water prepared to make sure that each of the giggling students got her chance. She pretended to be angry when she came in early one morning to find that he had had a "nocturnal emission" in his sleep, a natural consequence of her endless teasing. "What a disgusting, filthy little boy you are!" she said, angrily, as she carefully slid his "panties" down. "Wait until I tell your mother and sisters what happened to you." She did indeed tell every relative and every visitor Peter had about his accident. When one of his cute cheerleader girlfriends came to visit, Callie produced the dark shorts with the large, crusty white stain on the front. "Peter messed his pants when one his other girlfriends was visiting," Callie said. "He was wondering if you would take these home and hand wash them for him." The girl shot Peter an angry glare before storming out of the room. Over the next several days he watched helplessly as the scene was repeated with girlfriend after girlfriend. Soon poor Peter had no visitors at all. Even his mother was too embarrassed to visit. "Don't worry, sweetie," Callie cooed, as Peter's last and favorite girlfriend stormed out. "This will leave you more free time to get familiar with Mrs. Sponge! Until your casts come off, she'll be the only girlfriend you'll have!" After three weeks of sheer agony, Peter finally regained his voice and was able to tell his doctor what Callie had been doing to him. At first she was angry when she was transferred to night duty at the nursing home, but, when she realized that she now had close to fifty helpless old men to victimize, the wind returned to her sails. She was soon back to her old tricks, as sponge baths and enemas ruled the night. Rebellious patients were put into restraints, which inevitably led to the spectacle of Nurse Callie changing their diapers on the large changing table she had set up out in the main lounge. She particularly enjoyed "treating" Mr. Walters, a muscular former marine who had quickly gained something of a leadership position among the other men. Walters had organized a nightly BINGO game on the floor. On nights when Nurse Callie worked, the cash and prizes tended to mysteriously disappear. And Walters had the audacity to complain. It was simply more efficient to remove all of Mr. Walters' clothes before she rolled him onto the gurney and slowly...slowly...slowly wheeled him down the hall to the showers. Poor guy! He seemed SO embarrassed.... ****************************** Nurse Callie rolled to one side as her box was once again hoisted onto the dolly. Although she couldn't hear anything through the walls of the crate, she knew it wouldn't be long now. She moved herself into a squatting position as the crate came to rest. Although she would play the submissive this weekend, she was confident that Dr. Studly would soon be in her power. And then she would really break his spirit...just like he deserved. All men were pigs! She closed her eyes and got ready as she heard the unmistakable sound of the "release" bolt being unscrewed. When that bolt was removed, all four sides of the crate would collapse at once, and the bound babe would be revealed in all of her naked glory. WHAM! As the four sides of the crate hit the floor, Callie sprang up. Her bobbing breasts and buttocks jiggled provocatively as she leapt in the air. Her eyes were closed, but she knew something was wrong. Instead of Dr. Studly's surprised but gratified voice, she heard nothing but silence. After several seconds, she gingerly opened one eye.... She was not in Dr. Studly's mansion. Instead, she was standing in the middle of the day-room of the nursing home, surrounded by the 50 male patients she had tormented so mercilessly over the last few weeks. She quickly realized that the idiot salesgirl had sent her to the wrong address. But the cheerful red Christmas gag in her mouth reduced her frantic explanation into mere muffled grunts. Callie glanced over at the nurse's station; it was abandoned. She had been assigned to work Christmas Eve, but she hadn't bothered to get a substitute. She hadn't cared that the invalids would be on their own. Why should any woman be forced to take care of those scurvy men on Christmas Eve? But, as she nervously noted the "scurvy men" examining her naked charms, she realized to her horror that she would be "taking care of them" in ways she had never dreamed. She looked on in helpless horror as Mr. Walters read the attached card aloud. HO-HO-HO! ENCLOSED IS A NAUGHTY LITTLE ELF WHO NEEDS A STERN LESSON IN OBEDIENCE. HAVE FUN WITH YOUR HO-HO-HO "HO"! LOVE, SANTA PS: THE CORK IN HER GAG WILL ALLOW YOU TO USE HER PRETTY LITTLE MOUTH WITHOUT HAVING TO LISTEN TO A LOT OF CHATTER. ENJOY! Sandy had added the card despite Callie's muffled protests. As she looked into the hungry faces of her tormented patients, Callie realized that the unplanned-for card was the final twist of fate that would transform Christmas Eve into Christmas Even. The men were infirm, but it didn't take them long to move the helpless nurse to the changing table in the center of the room. Callie winced as she felt her own bare bottom touch the same table upon which she had diapered so many of the men. "We didn't have any Bingo prizes last week, but I think this will be better," Walters said. "Mr. Burns, I think you won the grand prize. That gives you first dibs." The gag popped like a champagne cork as the small center section was removed. The large red ball that remained in her mouth prevented her from biting down or speaking. But the large hole in the center would be more than large enough for what Mr. Burns had in mind.... MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM JOE, SEARCH'EM, INSOMNIA, AND LAKEWOOD. Edited by C. Lakewood