After supper, Joan turned on the living room big-screen TV and switched to one of her favorite channels. But as a succession of sitcoms played on the tube, Joan was hardly aware of them. Her thoughts were entirely occupied by the luscious specimen of womanhood reclining, naked, on the carpet at her feet.
Penny simply could not be the result of nature taking its course. She was too beautiful, too graceful and well-composed, to be the victim of retardation. Her skill and expertise in the kitchen exhibited an intelligence far beyond a mere idiot savant.
Joan had assumed the 'rules' governing Penny's life-- the nudity, the foot-kissing and eating from the floor-- were methods devised by her guardians to manage and control a difficult, childlike adult, a 'special needs case.'
But what if they were the cause, and not the effect? Was it possible that Penny had once been a perfectly normal young woman, and that Mrs. Divergent and Mrs. Paul had somehow imposed these practices on her?
The idea was monstrous! How would it even be possible to regress Penny into an infantile, threshhold-language state? Such a radical form of behavior modification seemed to be beyhond feasability!
At 9 PM, Penny got up from the floor and shyly turned to Joan. 'Penny wear frilly?' she asked quietly.
'What dear? Oh, of course, wear anything you like.'
She smiled as Penny left the room. The idea that such sweet ingenuousness could be the result of coercion seemed silly when she thought about it. Penny's charming timidity was innate to her character.
When Penny returned, Joan discovered what a 'frilly' was. It was a classic black baby-doll nightie that enticed far more than it covered. The fact that it covered so little only underscored the robustness of Penny's magnificent anatomy.
'Time for cuddles?' asked Penny, smiling innocently.
Joan had somehow forgotten about the rule from her employer's list-- ' Penny should be cuddled for at least one hour before putting her to bed.'
She swallowed hard. 'Yes,' she said to Penny, 't-t-time for cuddles.'
The nubile, voluptuous, beautiful, sweet, innocent, and practically nude young woman known as Penny carefully perched her round behind on Joan's lap.
She turned towards Joan, and her large breasts were practically in Joan's face. She lifted first one leg and then the other from the floor and stretched them out on the couch beside Joan. Penny's full body weight now rested in her caregiver's lap. She was not a light girl, but Joan's athletic thighs held her weight comfortably.
Cautiously, Joan put her hands around Penny. Truth to tell, the practical-minded woman had no experience as an adult with cuddling, and was not even sure how one went about it. She assumed it must in this instance be conducted in a non-sexually-explicit manner-- but that was well-nigh impossible with a creature such as Penny!
Penny felt warm, Joan noticed. Wonderfully warm and soft. Joan squeezed Penny, and buried her face in the side of the big girl's breasts. Penny also smelled wonderful, Joan decided. She ran the palm of her hand over the length of Penny's naked thigh, concluding that the very texture of Penny's skin was pleasing as well.
But shouldn't she exercise some limits here? Was she going to allow herself to dive a hand into Penny's cunt? Was she going to suck upon the big girl's luscious nipples?
No, Joan realized, she mustn't. These would clearly be exploitative acts against a person who was mentally not an adult.
She settled upon hugging Penny, and kissing her face and shoulders, and accepting the rain of kisses Penny laid upon her in return. Penny seemed to be full to bursting with loving impulses, and she had an urgent need to express them, even with a stranger such as Joan. Penny seemed aggressive, in fact, if such a tender assault could be called aggression.
Joan found her communion with Penny to be pleasant, no doubt. Incredibly pleasant! But she adhered to her resolve to be a responsible caregiver, which meant holding back from all the provocative maneuvers she would have enjoyed performing upon Penny's nakedness.
In terms of frustration, for Joan it was going to be a very long hour!