SEARCHING SARA

                               by 

                            Joe Doe 


A LOCAL SHERIFF SENDS A PLEA FOR HELP TO OUR FORUM [STRIP-SEARCHED]. 



Dear Group Members, 

As the local Sheriff of a college town, I generally pay the 
university president the courtesy of letting him know before I 
conduct any major operations on campus.  I was having dinner at 
his house one night, when I briefed him on my plan to strip search 
the 300 female students at the main women's dormitory because of a 
tip I had heard that one of them might have a weapon of some sort. 

"You're actually going to strip them...NAKED?" Sara Johnson, the 
wife of the university president, asked.  "Totally naked?  On the 
basis of an anonymous tip?" 

"Naked as newborns, ma'am," I explained.  "Of course, it will be 
difficult for me to perform that many cavity searches, so I'm 
going to deputize a few of the local fraternity boys to help out."  

"Goodness!" she replied, shifting in her chair.  "How humiliating.  
Imagine stripping down bare naked in front of those leering frat 
boys.  And all because someone phoned in a rumor."  

She squirmed as she envisioned the scene.  "Are you really going 
to search all 300 of them?" 

"Actually, it will probably be more than 300," I replied.  "If 
they have any friends over, they'll be caught in the dragnet, 
too.  And, since it will be this Sunday night, I wouldn't be 
surprised if I catch some visiting older sisters...and maybe 
a few blushing moms, as well." 

"Goodness, you wouldn't strip THEM naked, too, would you?" Sara 
asked, breathlessly. 

"It's all part of the job, ma'am." 

The president's wife was completely fascinated by the impending 
strip search of the coeds, and she spent the rest of the evening 
interrogating me about the search procedure.  A surprising number 
of women have expressed interest in my work over the years, and, 
by Sunday, I had forgotten all about it. 

The searches were proceeding apace when one of the fraternity 
jocks called me to the 3rd floor to ask my opinion on a "special 
case."  My jaw hit the floor when I entered the 3rd floor common 
area and discovered Sara Johnson. 

"Mrs. Johnson, what are you doing here?" I asked, shocked. 

"I was out for a walk and decided to come in and take a look at 
the dorm," she said, not daring to look me in the eye. 

A trained police officer knows when a suspect is lying.  And, 
while everyone knew Sara wasn't a criminal, it didn't really 
matter.  Her presence in the dorm made her a prime candidate 
for a cavity search. 

"But your house is way on the other side of the campus," I said, 
scratching my head in disbelief. 

Moving closer, I whispered quietly in her ear.  "How in the world 
could you forget that I was going to conduct my strip searches 
tonight?  We talked about it for 3 hours!" 

"Um...maybe it slipped my mind," she replied, evasively. 

I paused and considered the situation.  "Sara, you're free to go," 
I said.  "I can't search the wife of the president of the 
university." 

Sara looked at me in shock.  "Why not?" she snapped back.  "I'm a 
female, I was in the dorm, and I'm covered by the warrant just 
like any other visitor.  If you are going to have rules, Sheriff, 
you have to enforce them fairly, or not at all.  Justice is blind, 
Sheriff.  Since I was in the dorm, I should be s-stripped...and 
even spread!  Just like all the other girls!" 

I looked at Sara hard.  She was flushed, and it was obvious to me 
that she was excited.  She was extremely attractive, and more than 
once I had fantasized about what was under her fuddy-duddy clothes.  
But did I dare?  

Yes, I did. 

"Joe, please go upstairs and ask Dirk Williams to come down," 
I said, evenly.  "I'd like him to handle Mrs. Johnson's search 
personally." 

"Dirk WILLIAMS?" Sara said, surprised.  "Is that the same boy who 
grew up across the street from me?"   

"Yes," I replied.  "I believe you used to baby sit for him.  He's 
told me he had quite a crush on you," I chuckled.  "Not that I 
can blame him, Mrs. Johnson.  You are a very attractive woman." 

"But you can't let him...s-search me," she said, nervously.  "You 
can't let him s-see me...na-naked!" 

"He'll do a lot more than SEE you naked, Mrs. Johnson," I replied, 
cheerfully.  "He'll be in charge of your search.  He'll be the one 
ordering you to jump up and down, and squat and spread, in order 
to loosen any contraband.  And Dirk is going to be the one who 
orders you to kneel in a row with the other girls and stick your 
cute bare fanny up in the air." 

I escorted Sara into the actual search room for a preview of the 
festivities.  Her eyes bulged when she saw the long row of 
kneeling, naked girls, anxiously eyeing the fraternity boys who 
were slipping on their rubber gloves.  A boy with a fraternity 
paddle patrolled the line to make sure that each of the girls kept 
her legs split and her feminine charms completely displayed. 

"We're ready to get started, Sheriff," the boy with the fraternity 
paddle said. 

I smiled as I noticed Sara nervously reach for her bottom cheeks 
as the boy tapped the paddle against the palm of his hand.  Just 
then, Dirk Williams arrived. 

"Hold up for a minute, son," I said.  "I think we might have one 
more for this batch."  I smiled and tilted my head in Sara's 
direction.

For a moment, Dirk looked bewildered, but it didn't take him long 
to size up the situation. 

"Have you been a naughty girl, Sara?" he asked.  "You'd better 
start behaving yourself, because, if you're naughty here, I'll 
have to punish you," he patronized. 

"That's right, Sara," I added.  "If you don't want to be spanked, 
you'll have to keep yourself spread nice and wide...for everyone 
to see."  

"Please...not in front of Dirk," Sara murmured. 

"He's 19 now, and I deputized him tonight," I said, gruffly.  "You 
will address him as Officer Williams, and, when he tells you to 
spread, you'll SPREAD!" 

I leaned in and whispered into her ear.  "Of course, if you prefer, 
you can walk out of here right now.  But, if you stay, you'll be 
at Dirk's mercy.  I have an idea he's going to enjoy feeling you 
wiggle around on his long, greasy fingers, struggling like a fish 
out of water." 

Sara blushed at my vulgar image and stared hard at the cheaply 
tiled dorm floor.   

She looked up at the door anxiously.  I could tell that part of 
her wanted desperately to go. 

But, at long last, she finally said, "I-I'm s-sorry, Officer 
Williams...s-sir.  I'll be g-good."  She reached for the top 
button of her silky white blouse. 

The smiles and whistles from the leering "deputies" only added to 
her obvious embarrassment....

Dirk didn't let his delight at her predicament prevent him from 
giving her the most thorough and professional cavity search I've 
seen in my thirty years of law enforcement.   

However, now I have a problem.  Each time I run into Sara Johnson 
at university events, she begins pressuring me for information 
about what it would be like to spend a night in my jail.  She wants 
to know if the women are strip-searched, if I watch them shower, if 
they are deloused, and if they are handcuffed inside their cells.  
She is a fine looking woman, and I wouldn't object to having her 
in my jail, but I am concerned that she might do something stupid 
to get herself arrested.  How can I avoid a scandal?

Advice would be welcome....

Regards, 

	PUZZLED POLICEMAN 



Edited by C. Lakewood