Taking care of Penny was easy to get used to, and by the end of the first week, Joan felt quite comfortable in her role as the caretaker of Penny's tender bondage.
There were no more spanking opportunities (despite Mrs. Paul's urgings), but Joan could see how the one disciplinary incident had changed her ward's attitude. Penny was more attentive and cognizant of Joan. During their cuddling sessions, she tried more earnestly to pleasure her caregiver. And when their eyes met, Joan sensed that Penny was really 'seeing' her, as a slavegirl gazes upon the mistress who has absolute power and authority over her.
But on the seventh evening, as Joan reviewed the list of rules Penny's guardians had provided her, she discovered one rule that she had not yet carried out--
'Penny is to share a bed with her caregiver once a week.'
Joan wondered how she would be capable of sharing a bed with the bountiful Penny, while still holding to her resolve not to sexually exploit the naive young beauty.
Joan thought about this during her 'cuddling' session with Penny that evening-- at least, to the extent the distracted caregiver was capable of thinking! Penny's maddeningly flirtatious behavior while purched on her lap literally drove Joan around the bend and back again! If she were going to share a crib with this nude charmer for an entire night, Joan doubted she would get any sleep!
'What to do, what to do, what to do?!?' Joan thought, as she buried her face in the rich curls of Penny's long hair. She laid Penny down in her lap, to stare into the innocent's beautiful face. A tear lay upon Penny's cheek, and Joan brushed it away. She had noticed that Penny became weepy occasionally during their make-out sessions. Was she crying because she remembered her spanking, or was it because she was so deeply moved by their lovemaking? As Joan stared into Penny's shining, worshipful eyes, she thought it was a combination of both. But Penny remained a mystery to her.
One thing was no mystery, however-- as Joan noted Penny's erect nipples and laborious breathing, she could be sure that Penny found these chaste lovemaking sessions as frustrating as Joan did!
Joan wet her fingertip with her tongue and gently flicked Penny's nipples. She enjoyed inventing innocent ways to torment her beautiful charge when she was helplessly in the grips of excitation.
Joan pressed the palm of her hand into Penny's stomach, and slowly rubbed in a circular motion. Penny became very alert as she did this, like a dutiful student receiving an important lesson. Joan didn't know what it meant, but she always yielded to the impulse to massage Penny in this very way whenever the luscious young woman was at the peak of her cuddling-inspired state of arrousal.
Joan leaned close to Penny's face and whispered nonsense to her as she continued her circular massage of Penny's stomach. She didn't even know what she was saying, but would punctuate each sentence by gently kissing Penny on the lips. Penny's eyes remained so wide, attentive, and full of wonder that she seemed more and more like an innocent, trusting child.
'You're my jewel...' whispered Joan, '...my precious, lovely treasure... I'll never let you go... never, never, never...'
...
She supervised Penny's preparations for bed, and when the luscious nude began walking towards the basement steps to descend to her tiny cell, Joan took hold of her and steered her towards the upstairs steps. Penny glanced at her nervously but with understanding.
Joan followed behind as Penny climbed the steps, and had a privileged view of the nude girl's undulating behind. Never had a specimen of anatomy cried out more eloquently for the impact of an open palm! But Joan was a woman of iron-like self-restraint, and promised herself that she would never assault Penny gratuitously.
Upstairs, Joan began guiding Penny towards the guest room where she herself had taken up residence. But Penny whimpered and struggled towards a door at the other end of the hall. Knowing by now that Penny's fretting was never without reason, Joan took her in the indicated direction, and they went through the unknown door.
It entered onto a bedroom with a striking decore, all silver, dark browns, and ebony. The bed was half again larger than the king-size model Joan had enjoyed, and deep-piled carpet stretched from wall to wall.
'My, this is lovely,' said Joan, a bit uncertainly. Penny went over to the bed and began pulling down the spread.
'I'll be right back, Penny,' said Joan. She went down the hall to the guest room she'd been occupying, gathered up some toiletries, and picked out some bedclothes. She ordinarily slept in the nude, but if she and Penny would occupy the same bed, she wanted to have something between them!
Joan received a surprise when she returned to the other bedroom.
While she'd been out, Penny had arranged herself on the bed rather dramatically. At each corner of the bed a set of cuffs was attached, and Penny had somehow managed to lock herself into them. Now she lay, nude and spread-eagled, completely helpless and naked. Joan had no idea how she'd managed to hitch herself up that way, even though the straps to the cuffs were of an elastic material-- obviously the poor thing had received plenty of opportunities to practice!
Joan almost laughed at the outrageousness of it, but Penny's serious expression stopped her. No doubt this was another behavior she'd been conditioned to perform by her guardians, and the poor girl was incapable of doing otherwise.
But the arrangement presented a practical difficulty-- as large as the bed was, with Penny spread out over it in this way, there wasn't much room left for Joan!
Joan chuckled, finally. 'Dear, sweet Penny! What am I going to do with you!'
She went around to the four corners of the bed, examining the wrist and ankle restraints. She tightened them carefully. Penny may have placed herself in this predicament, but now she would be utterly dependent on Joan to free her.
Though the room was comfortably warm for a summer night, Joan took up the bedsheet and flung it over Penny. As the sheet fell over Penny's voluptuous nude body, settling down on her peaks and curves in an interesting way, Joan changed her mind and pulled the sheet off. Her mind distracted and thinking about other things, the caregiver dragged the sheet rather slowly off of Penny's nudity.
Noticing at the end Penny's reaction to the friction from the cotton fabric on her exposed nipples, Joan spread the sheet again over her beautiful captive. Then she pulled the linen off of the girl's nudity in a slow and careful manner, with sudden little tugs, and all the while being attentive to Penny's flushed reaction to the bedsheet's gentle caress.
Once more, Joan spread the sheet over Penny, and waited for it to settle over the girl's voluptuous, nubile anatomy. But this time, she tore the sheet away from the naked girl in one rapid, stinging swipe. Penny cried out, and looked at Joan tearfully. Joan was pleased to have gotten Penny's attention.
She examined Penny's naked flesh. Knowing that it would be cruel to stimulate her further when the young lady needed her beauty sleep, Joan nevertheless couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease and play with her while she was helpless.
Jan began by kissing Penny up and down her body, starting just below the cuff of her right wrist, down the young woman's soft arm, crossing her ample chest and flat stomach diagonally, and down her curvacious legs to her left ankle cuff. She undertook this journey very slowly, gently kissing, licking, and nibbling at Penny's flesh.
Starting again at the right ankle, Joan laid down a second path of patient and gentle lovemaking up Penny's body, ending at the young beauty's manacled left wrist.
Joan massaged Penny's breasts, working up from her chest to the nipple peaks. She rubbed her nose on Penny's nipples, and pressed her closed lips against them. She tested their sensitivity by flicking them with her fingertip, and noted cooly the shudders this provoked in Penny's body.
Deciding this was enough persecution for one night, Joan crawled into bed and settled in the triangular space between Penny's right arm and right leg. Curling into a question-mark, she was able to rest comfortably without actually touching Penny, save for when her rump brushed slightly against Penny's thigh.
She reached over and flicked the table lamp off, then laid back to sleep.
...
Around 3 AM, Joan was roused awake by a whistling sound. She discovered it was Penny, whose lips were inches from Joan's ear.
Joan quickly realized that she and the sleeping Penny were laying cheek to cheek. In fact, she was laying across Penny, her body fully on top of the other girl! somehow in the night she had shifted positon from her place at Penny's side!
But it was a comfortable enough place, and Penny was sleeping soundly in spite of Joan's weight upon her. Joan decided to remain there.
This was the life! she thought, to take one's rest across the nubile body of a young beauty queen! Nipple to nipple, belly to belly, Joan and Penny slept peacefully through the rest of the night.