I am a slut for the pleasure of my cunt…. And I love it.
Master Mark has instructed me to post my report here so that my readers may know how well I serve him, and how much I enjoy his tasks. He wants everyone to share the pleasure he gets from the exhibition of body.
Here is the report I made to my Master....
I must thank you so much for taking the care to ask for my help with your friend’s gift. It is such an honour to be of some service both to yourself and to your good lady friend, and I hope that I have pleased you.
It amazes me how you can know so well the things that will bring me pleasure, and would touch such poignant secret feelings that reside so deep inside me.
After getting showered on Saturday morning, and performing the beauty ritual that pampers my Master’s body, I put on my white satin camisole, one that very closely resembles a garment my Dad bought for me when I was 13 years old. It was most appropriate considering the contrasting age elements of this task, and went well with the white cotton penguin motif panties I was wearing, but both items were completely incongruous with the red patent high heel shoes I had chosen. It was enjoyable to be walking around the house dressed like this though, especially since Katie had dressed in very feminine black satin bra and pantie set, with large red flowers embroidered on them, set off by black high heels with a silver buckle.
Although we were tidying the house, and laying out our clothes, my thoughts were on our shopping trip, and how scandalous it was for me to visit the Women’s section, and have a little girl’s bare cunny under my childish penguin bikinis. The assistants would be shocked that I was there in my present state, instead of in the junior section, where children belong, and they might even take me into the storeroom for a spanking.
I pushed my panties down to just below my bottom, and just below my hairless peach, then took the wooden spoon from the kitchen, up to my bedroom to administer the hot spanking I so richly deserved. Instead of turning my back to the mirror so that I could see the marks of each spank, I faced it, so that my gaze was on the soft mound, and wet slit, that was to be the cause of my disgrace. Each painful stroke of the hard wood made me thrust my hips rudely forward exaggerating my childlike cunny, and ten swats left me suitable reddened on my rear. The imprints of the spoon were quite clear on my pale bottom, and would show outside the edge of any style of panties I was going to try on today. I could also hear Katie spanking her bottom in her bedroom, and knew were both being deservedly scolded. With my bottom stinging, I slipped on my green party frock, with a net petticoat, but omitted the usual satin underskirt so the rough netting would rub across my hot rear as I walked round the mall.
Katie looked lovely when she came downstairs, just like the high school student I remembered only a few years ago, even her hair in bunches, tied with satin ribbon in the school colors to match her tie. We walked down the drive to the car holding hands like any Mommie with her little girl, except my baby was going to drive us today, and we climbed in to our seats. As Katie adjusted the controls, I reached under my skirt to pull my childish panties down, as they were totally out of place with my lady’s party dress. I then placed them in the top of my open purse, with both the animal motif, and the juice covered gusset showing, so that everyone I passed in the mall would be able to see what a mess I’d made of them. I’d especially chosen this purse, as it left quite a wide space in the top when it was being carried, not very secure against pickpockets, but ideal to showcase a young girl’s shame.
Katie also removed her panties, and draped them round the handle of her purse, so they were also on display. We then both lifted our skirts, placing our freshly spanked bottoms directly on the leather upholstery, then giggled as Katie and I both together said, “Bookends”, our pet comment for when we do identical things together.
While I had no idea what Katie’s task was, I guessed that it was going to be similar to mine, but we might be playing opposite roles, however it turned out, I was sure our Master had planned something deliciously exciting for his two obedient servants.
When we arrived at the mall, Katie parked up in the corner furthest from the entrance, as usual, so that we had a nice long walk before reaching the stores. We held hands, and it was just like taking my little girl on a shopping trip, except we could both feel the breeze beneath our skirts, dancing over the soft hairless of flesh hidden away, and each delicate touch was relayed through a tiny squeeze of the fingers. The approach we used was quite a long walkway, slightly downhill, and facing a plate glass store window, rather than an entrance door, so we had change to study how we were being presented to observers, using the refection to display what others would see. At one point I stopped, and told Katie to roll up the top of her skirt, which lifted her hemline a little, to expose a bit more tanned thigh. Katie asked if she could go first, so I gave her a small kiss, told her to lead on, and I would pick up her lead. We released hands as we entered the first store, staying close, but separate, as we browsed the racks as if we were individual customers. When we reached the swimwear section, Katie spent a lot more time looking, obviously making selections rather than just browsing, and as she selected several white bikinis, I realised what her Master had arranged as her first official task.
I watched as she entered the Women’s fitting rooms, and selected a couple of blouse and skirt sets for myself, before I followed her in. I like the Sears store because the staff are very relaxed, that’s where we were by the way, and they don’t pressure you at all. When I entered the open area, a young girl came over to enquire if I needed help, then moved off when I said I was just trying to decide on colors, but was OK for now. I laid one of my sets over a chair, then stood in front of the large mirror, holding a skirt and blouse against me to judge how they looked together, while I waited for Katie to come into the public area, which I was sure she would. After a few minutes she arrived wearing one of the white bikinis, her nipples poking through the top, and the crotch of the bottoms so tight, you could see her slit as if it were painted on.
I caught the attention of my friendly young sales assistant, and asked a few questions about available colors, my gaze staying over to Katie as she preened in front of the big mirror. Shaking my head, I made a comment about young girls, nodding towards the other partially clad customer, then added that she couldn’t be more than 15 years old, judging by her bikini bottoms, showing everything like that. My voice was quiet, but still loud enough to be heard over the soft music, both by Katie, and the store staff and the customers. I could see Katie’s shoulder tighten just a little, and knew the thrill that was running through her as she was being pointed out.
I quickly tried on one of my outfits, getting back to the public area before Katie, then I got my assistant to fetch me a different size, while I made another cruel comment to a customer that was about Katie’s real age. I managed to get about half a dozen quips in while she was there, and had a nice chat to the sales assistant about customers seemed to be coming in much younger to buy styles that were far too old for them.
When Katie finally left, I followed her after a few minutes, finding her browsing the racks as she waited, then accompanied her to the rest room, fixing my makeup while she went into one of the stalls. There were two other stalls occupied, and I knew what she was doing when I saw under the door as she put her purse on the floor, her pretty panties clearly in open view on top of it. The background music was almost loud enough to cover the sound of bare pussy being slapped several times, but even so the noise was plainly discernable if you were familiar with corporal punishment. A lady about my age came out of one of the other cubicles, looking over to where Katie was, washed and dried her hands while taking several more glances before she left the restrooms.
Katie had a smile from ear to ear, as she took her Mommy’s hand, and we went to do my shopping, heading for JC Penny’s.
Katie browsed through the racks while I was making my selections, and picking out all those that were feminine, frilly, and sophisticated, but with the very minimum of coverage. We went through to the fitting rooms, and I told Katie to sit in one of the comfy chairs, and behave herself while Mommy tried on her clothes. I could see that several people turned to glance our way, and they were looking at Katie as I walked over to the cubicles. When I entered the fitting room, I hung up my selections, then removed all of my clothes, including my heels, standing there completely naked, with the door unlocked, so anyone might have walked in and seen me. I stood facing the mirror, with my arms at my sides, so that I could inspect my body. My face is the face of a woman, my breasts are the breasts of a woman, but when I look at my pussy, it is the pussy of a girl. I can feel the tingling sting in my spanked bottom, but it is now starting to fade, so I need another reminder. I grasp each nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeeze them, feeling the pain, then squeeze them harder. I increase the pressure even more, looking at my smooth hairless mound, the tight slit dips between my legs, now I twist each nipple inward and downward. The rising pain is a firm reminder that I look like a girl, and I have no right to be here, I should be taken by the ear and marched over to the junior section.
I dress in the first set of undies I have chosen, studying my reflection in the mirror. The delicate nylon mesh reveals and accentuates the fact that my pussy is bare, and there is an obvious indent as it sinks into my naked slit, which the effect my Master requested. The bra has a slightly fuller cup than I expected, and doesn’t display much of my breast, other than a slight cleavage, but my fondling has made my nipples fully erect, and they poke out through the cups, obviously stimulated. The red lace edging on the panties highlights the vee shape of my mound, but it is wide enough to reach the top of my leg, so detracts from the display. When I turn to study the rear view, half of my bottom is exposed, and the red imprints of the wooden spoon can be very clearly seen. It’s not quite what I want, but I walk out into the public area where the large multiple mirrors are and look at myself. There several customers, and a few of the sales assistants out there who can see my girl pussy through the thin material of my panties, and when I turn round they can see my reddened bottom from my earlier spanking. But that’s alright, because I’m a naughty girl, and deserve to be seen in my shameful display. After walking up and down in front of the mirrors a few times, I head back to the fitting room to try on another set of lingerie, a royal blue plunge bra with green lace flower trim, and a g-string pantie. The bra fits beautifully, and the wide curve between the cups just shows the edge of my nipple and a lot of cleavage. The g-string has a flower at the top of my butt crease, which look nice, but the lace trim at the front seems to lift the material away from my body, even when I adjust the waistband tighter. Nevertheless, I go back to the public space to show of half naked body, feeling the breeze of the air conditioning across my bare butt. I walk and turn for a while, enjoying the embarrassment of the g-string back letting everyone know I have been spanked, like the shameless young girl I am.
The next set I try on is the Trista White Lingerie set by Agent Provocateur. It consists of a cute, low slung pantie, with a silk cotton front panel, and rows of spot tulle decorating the hips and bottom, creating a frilly bum effect. A Black satin bow adorns the centre of the waistband, drawing the eye to the vee shape of the my bulging pussy.
The rear is a bit too full, so I go out to the sales assistant, wearing just the panties and my high heels, and ask if she could get me a thong in the same style, so that it’s a bit more revealing. I go over and talk to Katie while the sales girl is on my errand, asking if she’s alright, asking if she likes the panties, and she agrees that they are too full. When the thong arrives I go and try that on, and it is a much better fit, leaving my bottom bare, with the ruffled waistband framing the exposed cheeks, the front panel fitted really close, clinging to my bare flesh like a second skin. Every detail of my little girl’s cunny could be seen through it, the complete absence of any pubic hair, and the tight slit where the panties dug into my groove
The bra is a silk cotton plunge style, half padded to be uplifting, with several rows of spot tulle covering the top of the cup, and a Black satin bow decorating the centre front, which enhances the cleavage.
The set also comes with a matching suspender belt, which I tried on, but as I was not wearing stockings it didn’t hang properly, though it did look very nice with the bra and panties if I pulled the fasteners down tight. When I went outside in this outfit, it looked really good, by far the best of them all, and I knew your lady friend would love to wear it. It is absolutely gorgeous, with a soft ruffle top to the bra cups that gives a lovely cleavage display. The panties are very low at the front to quite near the pubic line so all your tummy is on show, while the deep shaped back provides minimal coverage of your bottom. The Black satin bows used for trim really enhance the focal points of cleavage and pubic vee, making them stand out, so they draw an onlookers attention in to my most private places. The coverage balance is just right, so that the covered parts of my breasts and pussy make an obvious contrast to those places still left bare, and on open display. You were quite correct Master, this effect is one that most intensifies a woman’s beauty, and will stimulate the imagination.
I was quite sorry to remove them, and put them back on their hangers, as I dressed once more in my own clothes. I made a note of the design and sizes, so that I could report them to my Master, and you would be able to present them as a suitable gift to you friend.
I thanked the assistant for her help, took Katie’s hand, and went to return the garments back to the racks. Before we left Penny’s I told Katie that I had to make a trip to the women's restroom, and she accompanied me as far as the open area with the mirrors and hand basins, but didn’t need to visit the toilet. While she checked her hair and dress, I went into a stall, carefully placed my purse on the floor near to the door, opened so I could see the panties I had removed earlier. I recalled your reminder that I have no business wearing a child’s panties with a formal dress, when I look so much like a girl. Lifting my skirt, I reached behind to feel my tender bottom, remembering that I had been spanked hard, as I should have been scolded, because it is right. But the reason WHY I had been scolded is the important thing. Because I don't have a woman's pussy. How shameful. I dropped my head and looked my pussy. Yes. It is a little girl's pussy. It is. So it must be spanked. I reached down and spanked my little girl's pussy as I stood in the stall. I spanked it hard and swift. But I did not yelp, or moan. I didn’t utter a sound. There was just the slap of my hand on soft girl flesh. Dropping my skirt to cover my stinging cunny, I exited the restroom, taking hold of my young daughter’s hand, and left the store. When we got into the car, we both lifted the back of our dress again so that our freshly spanked pussy was touching the upholstery of the seat directly. I leaned over to give Katie a hug, then she drove us straight home, so that we could both report to our Master that we has accomplished the task he had so graciously set for us.
When were back home, I composed my email with the lingerie information and apologized to my Master for trying on women's clothing when my pussy belongs in the girls section.
Once more, my thanks to you Sir for caring for my needs so well
Your humble servant
Michelle
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