SANTA SEARCH by Joe Doe WARDEN JENNIFER LOVED STRIP-SEARCHING MALE INMATES. SHE ALSO STEALS THE INMATES' PRESENTS AND CONFISCATES THEIR CHRISTMAS CARDS. SO SANTA DECIDES THAT JENNIFER IS A NAUGHTY GIRL AND GIVES HER A TASTE OF HER OWN MEDICINE IN THE PRISON'S RECEPTION AREA. Warden Jennifer Marley was slumbering peacefully that Christmas eve, with visions of sugar plums dancing in her head. She was startled to feel a man's hand on her shoulder, rousing her from her sleep. "Wake up, Jennifer," an old man's voice said. "SANTA?" she said, with disbelief. "That's right...it's Santa," he said. "I usually just visit the nice girls, but you've been SO naughty this year, I decided that you needed a little lesson...in person." "I don't know who the hell you are, or how you got into my bedroom, but I'm calling the guards!" she yelled. Santa didn't say anything, but merely touched a finger to his nose. Suddenly, Jennifer found herself and Santa standing in the concrete admissions area of the prison. She didn't know if this guy was real or what, but she had to admit that she couldn't explain how she had been magically transported into the prison exam area. Santa or not, Jennifer knew that she had to play along. She was very familiar with the prison exam room. It was here that she would watch the male prisoners being strip-searched, showered, and deloused. She didn't watch all of the prisoners, of course. But whenever a particularly luscious or hapless male caught her eye, you could bet that Warden Jennifer would have a front row seat at his processing. Her prison was a minimum security facility, dealing with non-violent, white collar criminals. It always gave her grim satisfaction watching the guards strip some blushing man butt naked. What made matters worse was that she always warned the men that "unauthorized sexual displays" during the intake procedure would result in a painful and humiliating prison paddling. She was an accomplished prick tease, and arousing the males was never a problem for her. A flash of garter belt or a glimpse of cleavage always wound up earning the luckless inmate a paddling. Of course, she would always watch that procedure as well! Although the men were clearly humiliated by Jennifer's presence, she was the warden, and there was nothing they could do about it. She knew the strip-search room very well, indeed: concrete floor, steel exam table, shower, delousing tanks. And, on the wall, was the wooden prison paddle, awaiting duty. But tonight was different. Jennifer usually was standing in the room dressed in her expensive designer suit and high heels. Now she was dressed in just her scanty baby doll pajamas. Her bare feet felt cold on the concrete floor. Santa smiled at her unease. "What's the matter, little Jenny?" he teased. "I thought this was your FAVORITE room in the prison. Don't you want to get the special Christmas present Santa has arranged just for you?" He handed her a beautifully wrapped package. "What sort of present?" she asked, nervously. "Why not open it and see, little girl?" he replied, mischievously. Reluctantly, Jennifer opened the package. Inside was a standard issue prison file...with her name on it. It contained her mug shot, fingerprints, and rap sheet. Jennifer was now inmate 85585-83383, serving three years on charges of official corruption. Inside the box was another, smaller package, which Santa curtly ordered her to open. The small box contained a neatly folded rubber glove and a tube of lubricant, identical to the one that was used in searching the inmates. She stared at the "gift" in disbelief. "That's right, little Jenny!" Santa said brightly. "Santa is going to give you a Christmas strip-search! Ho-Ho-Ho!" Her jaw dropped. This couldn't be happening! "Of course, Santa is going to need a little help from someone who knows how to conduct a strip-search at this facility. You remember Joe Rush, don't you, Jenny?" Santa touched his nose, and suddenly Joe Rush appeared. Of course, the last time that she had seen Joe, he had been dressed as a prison inmate. Joe and Jennifer had dated in college, until he'd dumped her. He had gone on to become a top investigative reporter. But, when he was charged with contempt of court for refusing to reveal a source, the luckless reporter found himself serving 90 days in Jennifer's jail. She remembered his strip-search well. He was tall and muscular, and she knew that he found her attractive. So she had made his strip-search as agonizing as possible, and she was thrilled when the mortified reporter got a raging erection in her presence. His spanking had been the highlight of her day, and she had been crushed when the appellate judge ordered Joe released after only a week. Seven days of showers, strip-searches, and paddlings were not enough for a luscious hunk like him. But now Jennifer wasn't dressed in a power suit, and Joe wasn't dressed as an inmate. Joe was wearing a crisp 3 piece suit, with an ID card that bore a single, ominous word: "WARDEN." And she stood trembling before him wearing nothing but her flimsy lingerie. "Joe helped me get everything ready for tonight, so that your strip-search would be just PERFECT," Santa explained. "He even suggested we make a little change to the exam table, as a special present JUST FOR YOU, Jenny!" She looked over at the cold steel exam table. She had made countless prisoners kneel on it, and she had always delighted in the way they squirmed during their cavity searches. Joe had actually grunted when the greasy finger had been driven home. But now the table was different. Now it was fitted with a shiny pair of steel stirrups! "Your little tootsies are going to get even chillier, once Joe puts them in those stirrups," Santa said, with a chuckle. "Please don't...don't...," she pleaded. "Don't what, Warden?" Joe asked, rhetorically. "Don't strip you naked? Don't put you up on the table? You certainly enjoyed dishing it out. Now let's see how you like it when the rubber glove is on the other hand!" "I'm going to let Joe handle the actual strip-search, Jenny, since you gave him so much experience at it when he was here," Santa explained, with a wry smile. Joe didn't waste any time. "Strip, convict," he barked. "Everything off! Let's see that sweet little ass of yours!" The blushing warden pulled off her baby doll. "That's a nice pair of sugarplums you have there, young lady," Santa observed, chuckling. "Now, drop your drawers!" Joe ordered. Jennifer slowly dropped her panties. "I just love unwrapping Christmas presents," Santa exclaimed as her lovely pussy came into view. Joe made her turn around and around, openly appraising her charms and comparing notes with Jolly Old St. Nick. Then he ordered the humiliated warden to the dreaded exam table. She had had a fond place in her heart for that table, and the very thought of it had always filled her with feelings of power. But now, looking at the table made her feel helpless and exposed. She gingerly sat down on the cold steel table, hoping that Joe would examine her just sitting there. "Surely he won't actually make me USE those horrible stirrups!" she thought. "Not in front of Santa. He's trying to frighten me." "On your back, bitch!" Joe ordered, curtly. Jennifer reluctantly lay down, carefully keeping her legs together. Joe ran his hand over the menacing stirrups, smiling down at the trembling woman. "Oh, your feet are cold." He smiled. "Let's put one of them up here, and I can warm you up with a little foot massage." He teasingly lifted her left foot and placed it into the stirrup. He rubbed her foot as he talked to her. "How does it feel to be stripped of everything, Jennifer? How does it feel to be treated like an animal? To be put on display like a bitch in cage?" "You know, that other foot looks lonely," he said. He took her right foot in his hand. "I think IT needs a foot massage, too." He hoisted her right foot into the stirrup and began to massage it slowly. All the time, however, he kept his eyes focused on her crotch, which was now totally spread out before his gaze. She had never felt so exposed in her life. Shame, panic, and helplessness all welled up in her. He teasingly slid on the rubber glove and lubed his finger up carefully, mockingly. "It's time for you to get your...present, Jenny." When he ran his finger over her crotch, she thought she was going to pass out. He started to masturbate her rhythmically, turning her cavity search into a very stimulating experience. "Santa told me how you masturbated when you thought about my strip-search, Jenny," he said. "Is that true? Did you touch your naughty parts while you thought of me?" She let out a soft moan as he slipped his finger inside her. "H-how does he know...that I masturbated?" she gasped. "He sees you when you're sleeping; he knows when you're awake," Joe replied. He slipped another finger inside her and started rubbing her clit. "He knows when you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake!" She orgasmed right there on the exam table, with Santa and Joe smiling down at her. When she regained her senses, she found herself draped over Santa's knee in the classic spanking position. She shivered when she felt Santa tease the wooden prison paddle over her naked backside. "Joe tells me that prisoners who get excited during their strip-searches are punished," Santa said. "Is that true, little Jenny?" "Yes, sir," she answered, meekly, sounding more like a misbehaving child than an adult woman. "Well, this is what Santa does to naughty little girls who cream themselves during their searches!" Santa said. SPLAT! The paddle exploded loudly on her bare behind. Thereafter, she promised to be good on each and every stroke, but his questions were as relentless as his paddle: "Do you promise to let the prisoners decorate their cells?" WHOP! "Do you promise to give them their Christmas presents and not hide them in the storeroom?" SWAT! "Will you let them read their Christmas cards?" SPANK! "Do you promise to cancel the big "shake down strip-search" you have planned for Christmas day?" SWAT! "Will you allow Christmas Day visits with the families?" WHAP! When her spanking was complete, Santa ordered her to kneel in front of Joe on the hard concrete floor. "Time for your 'stocking stuffer'!" Joe said, unzipping his pants. The humiliated warden gave her former prisoner the blow job of his life. "Don't forget to swallow all of Joe's yummy Christmas eggnog!" Santa prompted. She almost gagged, but the threat of the paddle made her swallow every drop. When Santa bent her over the cold exam table and began to tease her tight bottom hole with the tip of his rigid penis, she begged for mercy. She'd never had anal sex before. Santa said he knew that, but her inexperience was the reason that she never took very seriously the inmate rape cases that came across her desk. He paused and tickled her twitching rosebud with his turgid pecker. "You thought it was pretty funny when Joe got his rectal exam. How come you're not laughing now?" She pleaded for mercy, but Santa was insistent. "Time for your 'lump of coal,' you naughty little girl!" he said, merrily. "Maybe now you'll know what it feels like to be laughed at when you complain about a buggering!" Santa let out a hearty "HO-HO-HO" as he drove his point home. Jennifer would never laugh at an inmate again. *************************************** When she got to her desk on Christmas morning, she was surprised to see a big Christmas card with Santa's picture on it. The first note on the card infuriated her: DEAR WARDEN, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED SUCKING ON MY CANDY CANE AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED GIVING YOU A TASTE OF MY DELICIOUS EGGNOG. MERRY CHRISTMAS! JOE But the second note chilled her to the bone: JENNY, YOU HAD BETTER START BEING A GOOD LITTLE GIRL IMMEDIATELY OR SANTA IS GOING TO HAVE TO COME DOWN YOUR CHIMNEY AGAIN! DON'T BE NAUGHTY! LOVE, SANTA She immediately took the keys out of her pocket and headed for the storeroom. It was going to take her all day to deliver the Christmas cards, distribute the packages, decorate the cells, and call up the families and invite them for a visit. She didn't have a second to waste. Edited by C. Lakewood