Joan spent the next two hours alternately reading her instructions and staring out the window at Penny. She felt an unaccustomed shyness about going out on the patio again.
She didn't want to make the wrong impression on her new ward, as ridiculous as that might seem. And she didn't feel ready to cope with her newly-discovered... urges. Even glimpsing Penny's sexy anatomy from a distance sent a strange tingling through Joan's body.
At 5 PM on the dot, as if preprogrammed, Penny came in from the patio. She smiled at the seated Joan and hurriedly dried herself with a towel. 5 PM... it occured to Joan that this was the end of the period when Penny was 'permitted clothing...'
And, as if in confirmation of Joan's thoughts, Penny went over to stand before her. Under Joan's astonished eyes, Penny slowly removed her bikini top.
She gazed down at Joan with a serious expression as her lovely breasts were released from the constrictive garment... enormous breasts that swayed freely in the air, with erect nipples and wide brown aureloes...
Penny held out the bikini top from her, and let it drop to the floor.
Then Penny turned around like a practiced strip-tease artist, and presented her pretty behind to Joan. Penny slowly peeled her bikini bottom down. She bent deeply at the waist, her buttocks looming in front of Joan, so close that the caregiver could have leaned forward and given then a gentle kiss.
Penny stepped out of the rest of the bikini, and straightened up. She turned to face Joan again. She held out the crumpled remnant of her swimsuit, and like the bikini top, let it fall to the floor. She was now completely and beautifully naked before the young woman who was being paid to look after her.
Her expression still serious and focused on Joan, Penny lowered to her knees, slowly and with practiced grace. She gathered her hair up in her hands, and pulled it backwards behind her head; with her arms raised this way, Penny's large breasts thrust outward even more, so close that Joan had to turn her head to look from one to the other. Penny arched her back and held the pose, kneeling before her substitute guardian.
'Am I pretty?' asked Penny in a whisper. Her expression was probing and serious, as if everything depended upon Joan's answer.
'Of course you are, sweetheart!' said Joan, rousing herself from a Penny-induced trance. 'You're a very... VERY pretty girl!'
Penny smiled and bent forward. She took Joan's tennis-shoed foot in her hand, and began touching kisses upon it quietly and with unabashed reverence.
Witnessing Penny's performance of this self-abasing ritual, Joan was struck speechless.
But finally, she spoke up-- 'That's enough of that, Penny.' Joan pulled back her foot. Penny looked up, puzzled and worried.
'But...' said Penny, '... I didn't do the other one...'
'You don't have to do that with me,' said Joan.
'I...' Penny looked terrified.
'It's ok,' assured Joan. 'Really.'
Penny was on the verge of tears. She looked down at Joan's feet helplessly.
'Don't be upset, dear. Everything's ok. You're a very good girl, and very pretty.' Joan felt the latter was quite an understatement as she gazed upon the luscious naked beauty queen!
Penny seemed reassured by Joan's kind words. She turned and crawled away, giving one last longing glance at Joan's feet. Presently Penny rose from the floor and padded off into the other room.
Joan tried to remember if any of the 'rules' covered this. She remembered something about prostration-- what was it? She glanced at the list.
'8. Penny is expected to perform a prostrate act of respect upon entering the presence of her guardian. Failure to do so earns her a demerit point.'
Joan couldn't guess what a 'demerit point' referred to; she speculated that Penny's guardians had invented this little game as a way of managing Penny's behavior. But naked kneeling and foot-kissing were pretty drastic measures to impose on the poor child, merely to prevent her from putting on airs!