


 

 
                         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 
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

 
