Miss Barnard takes matters into her own hands.

Abigail Harris stood trembling in her recently purchased wardrobe before Miss Barnard's desk. The middle-aged director for Bellevue Home for Retired Gentlefolk was now walking behind her, twisting the thin round bars on the blinds to her office's observation windows so all of the beige vinyl blades now blocked the office interior from prying eyes.

"As you heard, I just called for Ms. Johnson to be brought to my office. I think it appropriate that she help determine your punishment," Barnard near-hissed in Abbie's ear as she came to the eighteen-year-old's side.

The director lightly turned Abbie's chin to face her. "Before the old dear dodders down here, I think it also appropriate that I check you for any other stolen items. You never know where a common criminal like yourself might hide stolen goods." She let the girl's chin go, trying to hide her smile as she turned away.

Abbie looked after the director as she turned away from her. "Miss Barnard? I don't understand." The buxom brunette didn't have a clue what Barnard had in mind.

After composing herself, Miss Barnard looked sternly into Abbie's searching eyes. "I'm talking about a body cavity search, young lady! Now, take off that blouse and skirt."

The matronly nursing home director tried not to rub her hands in glee as Abbie was reduced to her lacy white lingerie ensemble scant inches before her. "My, Miss Harris! Your sloppy tee shirts and jeans certainly didn't do your physique justice!" the woman complimented, eyeing Abbie's outthrust thirty-eight inch tits, small waist, and voluptuous hips. Barnard gently folded the brunette's clothes over an extra chair, making a show of checking her pockets as she did so. "You may keep on the garter belt and stockings, but remove the brassiere and panties and hand them to me."

Abbie began to wish she was her old frumpy self as she watched Miss Barnard take the bra from her and feel the cups, with what looked like a bit of a smile on her hard features. She did a cursory search with the flimsy panties as well before she added them to Abbie's wardrobe on the chair.

"I assume you do know what a body cavity search involves, Miss Harris?" the director breathed into Abbie's shell-like little ear as Miss Barnard again stepped next to the near-naked teen.

Abbie meekly nodded. She had seen enough cop shows and movies to have an idea what she was in for.

Barnard started simply enough. "Open your mouth. Lift up your tongue."

Abbie obeyed. The woman made a show of looking around, stretching her jaw open wide.

"Lift your breasts, Miss Harris." The director enjoyed watching the teen cradle the large titties in her hands as she bent to look under them.

"No hiding anything with those beauties, eh, Miss Harris?" Barnard smirked. Abbie just blushed and released her boobs, the contact still managing to further arouse the girl, her nerves a jangle from the constant buzzing in her ass.

"Now, let's get down to things!" Miss Barnard barked, making Abbie jump. "Bend over, hands on my desk, your feet spread wide!"

Abbie assumed the requested position. The director kneaded the round cheeks of Abbie's ass, pushing them apart in the process. She saw just an inch of vibrator base was still visible.

Abigail felt a tension in her assguts as Miss Barnard began to pull the vibrator out.

"Oh, please ma'am, no!" Abbie mewled. "It's too embarrassing!"

"Would you rather I have Pearl take it out!" Miss Barnard asked over Abbie's shoulder.

The woman saw the brunette lower her head and shake it softly. "Very well, then." She extracted the vibrator, slowly, tantalizingly, screwing it as she withdrew it to make Abbie miss it more. She was surprised at the length when she removed it. "I guess you won't have anything else hidden up there!" she almost laughed.

Miss Barnard squatted down to inspect Abbie's virginal pussy. "Move those legs wider, Harris!" she ordered as she delved a few fingers inside the girl's moist folds.

Abbie tried to obey, her legs already teetering even in these sensible heels. She tried not to come on the director's fingers, she was so overstimulated by the day's events. She felt the woman stretch her pussylips wide, dig around deeper.

Just as Abbie thought she would orgasm, the director pulled her fingers out. "Well, I guess you're not hiding contraband there!" Barnard sighed.

Abbie sighed softly. She was finished.

"But maybe I better use this to make sure I've covered everything!"

Abbie's violet eyes bugged as Barnard jammed the juice-slick vibrator all the way in her quim, jabbing it into each corner as far as she could.

"Ooh, mama!" Abbie bleated as she orgasmed on the plastic prick. Her fingernails clawed at the desktop, the hard formica not giving. Barnard continued to fist it in, making her poor employee an orgasming, shuddering wreck.

Abbie lay panting and sweating over her boss' desk as Barnard pulled the vibrator out, admiring her handiwork. Just then, Pearl Johnson entered.