



                        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 bt C. Lakewood
