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