DEAR SANTA by Joe Doe A VERY SPECIAL LETTER TO SANTA WITH A VERY UNUSUAL REQUEST. Dear Santa, I hope you enjoy the chocolate chip cookies I baked for you. I also left some frosty milk in the refrigerator for you as well. My name is Debbie, and I am a 27-year-old small business owner here in Doeville. I have tried all year to be a good girl, and I think my customers and employees would agree that I keep the spirit of Christmas all year. I am always generous at Christmas, and my offices are covered with festive pictures of you and Mrs. Claus. I know you are busy, but I was wondering if you could help grant my Christmas wish? I am embarrassed to admit it, but I have always had a fantasy of being strip-searched. The thought of being forced to undress by an authority figure is incredibly erotic to me, and I find myself thinking about it every night. I think it is the loss of control that appeals to me. In my daily life I am very much the woman in charge, and I always dress in a prim and proper way. The idea of being stripped of my authority, garment by garment, is intensely arousing to me. The slow and very methodical strip search would transform me from a respected community leader into a helpless sex toy. The arresting officer would not be impressed at all by my power or my prestige and would revel in my helplessness and humiliation. Stripping me naked would amuse him, and he would view me as a cute little bauble, a "boy toy" that he could easily strip naked for his amusement. Although I consider myself an ardent feminist, I find the fantasy of sexual surrender intensely stimulating. The idea of being desired solely for my looks instead of for my money or my brains is strangely flattering, and although I would never form a long-term relationship with a man who regarded me as less than an equal, the idea of a sexual surrender role-play has totally consumed me. I have said that I have been a good girl all year, and this is almost entirely true. I have recently begun to leave my bedroom curtain open when I get undressed at night. I know my neighbor's 19-year-old son, Billy, has started watching me, and I enjoy teasing him into a frenzy by slowly, agonizingly stripping down to my colorful lingerie. I have strutted around my bedroom in my scanties quite brazenly, although I have always been careful not to actually expose any of the areas that Billy most wants to see. Whenever I take off my bra, I always keep my back turned towards the window, and, before and after showers, I always fling off my towel just AFTER I step out of his view. I know I have left poor Billy terribly frustrated, but I just don't have the nerve to take off EVERYTHING in front of him. Of course, in my fantasy, the Sheriff strips me in front of a delighted Billy, who watches eagerly as the law officer orders me to spread my legs and touch my toes. Although I trust Billy to keep my exhibitionism a secret, the idea of voluntarily stripping NAKED for him is simply too brazen! I have purchased every "innocent-woman-in-prison" video I could find. Each night I imagine a cruel Sheriff stripping me out of my expensive power suit and forcing me into in a scanty "babes behind bars" prison outfit. I see myself scrubbing floors and performing menial tasks around the prison. And, of course, I imagine frequent strip searches and gang showers under the watchful eyes of my male captors. Naturally, if my captors were to demand to degrading sexual favors, what choice would I have? In my mind I'm on my knees, humbly servicing a leering prison guard, or bent over a table, panties around my knees, while the Sheriff slowly unzips his pants.... I am a most respected and powerful woman in town, and, though I am pleased that my hard work has earned me the admiration of the community, I'm afraid that it has also made it rather difficult for me to fulfill my fantasies. I know that our local Sheriff would be shocked if I confided in him, and, in fact, I am terrified that someone other than Billy might learn my secret. There is no way I can ever consummate this fantasy on my own. You are my last hope. I know most girls my age don't believe in you, Santa, but I have never stopped believing. I hope that my pure heart and good intentions will convince you to help me, and that you'll grant me this most unusual Christmas wish. Please help me, Santa. I'm counting on you! Debbie ****************************** Santa poured himself a tall glass of milk and sat down to enjoy Debbie's cookies. They were delicious, but he was actually focusing all his attention on re-reading her extremely arousing letter. Santa anxiously checked his palm pilot to see whether she had in fact been as good as she had claimed. He found that, other than her shameless teasing of poor Billy, Debbie had been a good girl all year. In addition to festooning the town with Santa's picture, she had chaired several committees that helped poor families at Christmas. She had also been generous with children's charities and Christmas toy charities, and she'd personally put in extra time around the holidays so that her employees could spend more time with their families. It was certainly an unusual Christmas wish, and Santa tugged on his long white beard as he considered the matter. Delivering toys to every deserving boy and girl in the world in a single night was more than enough to keep him busy, and he knew that, if he added adult sex fantasies to his list, his staff would quickly be overwhelmed! But Debbie was definitely a very special girl. Santa crept up the stairs and peeked into Debbie's bedroom. As he gently pulled the covers back from Debbie's lovely bare legs, he noted approvingly that her snug white panties had tiny candy canes on them, and that she was wearing a short white t-shirt with Santa's picture and "HO-HO-HO" across the front. Debbie's beautiful long hair was strewn carelessly over the pillow, and Santa saw a faint smile on her lovely face as visions of sugarplums danced in her head. Debbie HAD been a good girl, mostly, and Santa didn't have the heart to turn her down. He walked downstairs and retrieved his magical bag. It had the power to instantly create the perfect gift for anyone, and he was curious about what it might have in store in for Debbie. He reached into the bag and pulled out a box containing a pair of binoculars. At first, he was surprised, but, after reading the accompanying note (which was in his own handwriting), he understood. Dear Billy, These powerful binoculars are a special gift to you from Santa for being such a good boy this year. As soon as you read this note, please open your drapes and keep your eyes on the large picture window of your neighbor Debbie's house. Santa has a "Christmas Special" planned for you that is better than anything on TV! Be good! Santa Santa put the binoculars back into the box and touched a finger to his nose. Instantly the box was wrapped in gorgeous Christmas paper. A small tag on the front of the box read "TO BILLY FROM SANTA; OPEN IMMEDIATELY!" He touched his finger to his nose again, and the box disappeared. He smiled. It was the perfect gift for Billy, but wasn't there something for Debbie, too? He reached into his bag again...and was surprised to feel three boxes there. Santa opened the first box and smiled. Inside was a thin rubber surgical glove and a tube of lubricant. He chuckled; the glove was just his size, and he knew it would be a perfect fit. Santa re-read Debbie's letter and noted that Debbie had fantasized about sex with the person who strip-searched her. It had been a long night for Santa, and the thought of the pretty young woman sucking on his stiff candy cane was an appealing one. He was going to enjoy giving Debbie a mouthful of his special Christmas eggnog.... He smiled. This was one stop he definitely wasn't going to discuss with Mrs. Claus! Santa couldn't imagine anything more perfect than the gift in the first box, but he dutifully opened up the second and examined its contents. He first took out a pair of sneakers and white socks. The next item was a pair of skimpy orange running shorts, very low-rise and very high-cut. He was confused until he took out the final item, a tiny cutoff t-shirt with the words "SURTCHEM COUNTY JAIL" emblazoned across the front. He smiled. Debbie would look delightful in her new little outfit, but where would she wear it? The third box provided the answer. That box contained two first class airline tickets from Burlington (Vt.) International Airport to LAX, which was about thirty miles from Debbie's house. It also contained handcuffs and a pair of leg shackles. The gift puzzled Santa until he saw another note in his handwriting: Dear Deputy Duffy, Debbie's Christmas wish is to be a "babe behind bars," and I know you are just the law enforcement officer to make her dreams come true. Please read Debbie's note and make sure she gets exactly what she deserves. When the holiday weekend is over, please fly her back to her home in California. She may be embarrassed when you march her through the airport with her hands cuffed behind her back and her legs shackled, especially since her stiff nipples will be clearly visible through the front of her t-shirt. But keep her restrained and in uniform the entire time, and don't let her change back into her street clothes until you land at LAX. I hope that you enjoy the new exam table, enema kit, and delousing gun I left for you, and I know you will enjoy trying them out on our bashful little elf. Do a thorough job with Debbie, and Santa will be good to you again next year! Santa ****************************** "Santa, is that really you?" a small voice said. Startled, he turned around and saw Debbie standing on the stairs, a vision of loveliness in her short red bathrobe. Santa touched the boxes, which instantly wrapped themselves in beautiful Santa paper. Then he turned back to Debbie. "Yes, Debbie, it's really me," he said, cheerfully. "I wanted to thank you for the cookies; they were delicious." His eyes slowly wandered up and down her lithe form. There was no doubt about it: Debbie had great cookies! "It was my pleasure, sir," she said, quietly. She looked down at the ground and nervously ran one her pretty bare feet up against the back of her shapely calf. "Did you get a chance to read my note, Santa?" she asked, nervously. "I certainly did, Debbie," he said, tugging on his long white beard. "I was surprised, to say the least. Are you really sure you want to experience everything in your note? Once you say 'YES' to Santa, little girl, there is no turning back!" Debbie nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot as she noticed the enormous bulge in the front of Santa's red trousers. Trying to change the subject, she asked, "What's in the boxes, Santa? Are those presents for me?" "I asked you a question, young lady," Santa said. "A young lady who disobeys Santa can end up with a lump of coal in her stocking. Now answer the question!" She nervously looked down at her tiny bare feet. After several seconds, she whispered her answer. "Yes, Santa." Santa smiled and crooked his finger at Debbie. "Then come down and stand next to Santa, right here in front of the Christmas tree." She obediently trotted down the stairs and scampered into position in front of the window. "Now, I want you to walk over and open up the curtain, Debbie," the jolly old elf said, mischievously. She hesitated for a moment, since opening the drape would leave her, Santa, the Christmas tree, and everything in the room completely exposed to the street. It was still dark outside, and she knew that no one would be up yet, but the thought of prancing around in front of the picture window in nothing but her short robe was still embarrassing. However, a stern look from Santa convinced her to comply. She opened the curtain and saw, to her horror, that a light was on in Billy's house across the street. She swallowed hard when she saw Billy watching her every move through a pair of high-powered binoculars! "Please, Santa, not in front of Billy!" she wailed. "He'll see EVERYTHING! It will be so HUMILIATING!" "Yes, it will, Debbie," Santa said, clinically. "But maybe that will teach you not be such a little tease. Since you were naughty, your Christmas present this year is going to be Billy's present as well! Now take off your robe and give it to me, and then Santa will let you open your first present." "Take off my robe!" Debbie protested. "But...I'm not wearing anything but my t-shirt and underpants, Santa! Don't make me strip in front of Billy!" "You didn't mind parading around in front of him before, Debbie!" Santa observed. "Of course, then YOU were in charge, and you were able to tease him mercilessly. But now I'M in charge, young lady, and I'm going to teach you a lesson about what happens to naughty little teases!" Debbie swallowed hard as she nervously untied her robe and let it slip from her shoulders. She nervously handed the robe to Santa. He smiled as the blushing girl stared at the window and tried desperately to tug her t-shirt down to cover her panties. "I can see Billy's smile from across the street, Debbie," Santa said. "With those binoculars, I bet you he can see every candy cane!" he said, making a joking reference to the tiny print pattern on Debbie's underpants. "Please, Santa, let me have my robe back," she whined. "This is SO embarrassing!" Her voice was so pitiful and desperate that he briefly considered letting her off the hook. But then he noticed the growing wet spot on the front of her panties, and he smiled. Despite her protests, Debbie was enjoying her present as much as Santa and Billy were! "But don't you want to see what your presents are, Debbie?" Santa teased. "I know a curious little girl like you is just dying to open these packages!" Trembling, she took the first package from Santa's hands. She was so nervous that it was difficult for her to unwrap the gift. When she finally got the lid off the box and saw the rubber glove and the tube of jelly, her face became, in turn, white then red. "I've just given you a present, Debbie," Santa chided. "Now what do you say, young lady?" "Th-thank you, Santa," the blushing girl replied, her voice barely audible. Try as she might, Debbie couldn't take her eyes off the rubber glove and small tube. She stared nervously at the humiliating gift, clenching her bare thighs together as she imagined Santa's chubby, well-lubricated fingers slowly working their way between her slender, milky thighs.... As if in a daze, Debbie handed the box back to Santa. The jolly old elf quickly slipped off his mitten and snapped on the tight rubber glove. It fit him like a second skin, and he chuckled as Debbie held her thighs together even more tightly and covered her crotch with her hands. His expression turned stern as he waited impatiently, tapping the tube of jelly with his gloved fingers. Debbie just stood there, in front of him, still trying to pull down her t-shirt, well aware of Billy ogling her from across the street. Santa stared Debbie down with his best "what-are-you-waiting-for" expression. At last she pulled her t-shirt over her head, finally exposing her breasts to Billy's eager gaze. Santa said nothing, but merely snapped his fingers and pointed impatiently at her panties. "I think it's time for you to give your candy canes to Santa, Debbie," he said, sternly. Debbie's thin panties quickly joined her t-shirt in a useless pile on the floor. At Santa's command, she turned so that her shapely bare bottom was facing the window. She tried not to think about Billy.... Santa's next command was even worse. Although she blushed as red as Santa's jacket, Debbie obediently bent over and "assumed the position." She tried to keep her legs closed, but Santa used the toe of his boot to gently kick her feet apart. Her face burned with shame as she realized that Billy could now see all of her most precious feminine secrets… She watched nervously between her legs as Santa began methodically to grease his fingers with the lubricant. And, in the distance, she could see Billy re-focusing his binoculars on the moist area between her widely splayed thighs. The reindeer on the roof gave their harness bells a gentle jingle as a hearty "HO-HO-HO" echoed through the neighborhood.... Edited by C. Lakewood