Swimsuit Task Report

This is the follow up to my Swimsuit Shopping Task

I do all things to please my Master, since my body belongs to him…. And I love it.

Master Mark requires that I report back when I have completed a task, and also include my feelings so that he can gauge my responses and monitor my growth under his care. He has instructed me to post my report on my Blog site, so that others may see how obediently his servant behaves, and so that you, the reader, may get pleasure from my service to my Master.

 Here is my report, I hope you enjoy it.....

Please may I offer my thanks to you for kindly asking for my help with the gift you want to buy for your friend. It truly is a privilege to be of service both to my Master and to your lovely lady friend, and it is my hope that I have pleased you.

It’s wonderful how you can discern the things that will bring me such pleasure, and then draw them out from my deepest hidden self.

After my shower on Saturday morning, I carried out my daily beauty ritual in order  that my Master’s body may be nurtured, and properly presented at your wish.

I adorned my young figure in a very feminine bra and pantie set, in black satin with large red flowers embroidered on them, and set off by high heel black pumps with a silver buckle. It was so nice to walk round the house dressed so attractively like this,  all mature, sexy, and grown up. Mom looked so different in a white satin camisole, with a lace front piece that showed her titties, and white cotton panties with a penguin motif on the front. She looked all little girly, except she was wearing red patent, high heel, fuck me shoes, like a hooker. I loved the camisole though, and remember when Granddad bought me one just like it, when I was twelve, except I only had tiny titty bumps then, not big boobs like Mom has now.

While we were tidying up after breakfast I was thinking about my shopping trip, and how nice I looked in my sexy undies, except, underneath my grown up panties, there was a soft, child’s cunny hiding away. A totally hairless peach, with a deep split and tight lips, the sort of thing that belonged in the little girl’s section, trying on swimsuits decorated with little penguins, like Mom’s panties, or buckets and spades, maybe the slogan “Mommy’s Little Darling”. However, I was going to be brazen enough to go to the Women’s Department, where the proper grown ups went, and try on adult bikinis to cover my childish girl cleft. Despite the shame I was feeling, as it built up inside me, and the thrill of being so daring, I was frightened that the sales lady would throw me out when she saw my smooth cunny hiding under a swimsuit.

I needed to be spanked for behaving so disgracefully, and went up to my bedroom, pushed my panties down below my bottom, and smacked the bare flesh. My hand was too soft though, so I used my slipper, which stung a bit more, but this naughty girl had to be properly reproved, so I used the back of my hairbrush. I thrashed my bottom as hard as I could, leaving bright red imprints from one hip to the other, and right down to the crease at the top of my thighs. Whatever style of swimsuit I chose today, there would be a lot of red flesh on display, and everyone would know I’d been a very bad girl for my Mommy.

I pulled my panties up over the sore flesh, and put the school uniform I’d laid out earlier, with the blue plaid, pleated skirt from my final year at high school, a white shirt blouse that I wore for the office, and the blue striped tie from my memory box.

I brushed my hair into bunches on each side, fastened it with a band, then tied a wide ribbon round each one, with a big bow, just like a junior. I did my makeup with only a light blusher on my cheeks, pale pink lipstick, without gloss, and no eye makeup. The whole effect made me appear to be about 15 years old, but rather well developed.

When I went downstairs, Mom looked very smart in her green satin party dress, with a full petticoat, and red shoes, she took my hand, and we walked out to the car. When I was comfortable I thought once again of my little girl pussy under my sexy panties, and how wrong it was to wear something like that, so I pulled them down, and then wrapped them round the handle of my purse so they would be on full display while I went shopping. When I lifted my skirt, so my bare bottom would be  touching the seat while I drove, Mom did exactly the same thing, and we both laughed as this happens so often, it’s as if we are twins.

When we arrived at the mall, I parked up in our usual spot, well away from the main entrance, which gave us a nice long walk before we reached the stores. We walked holding hands, just like my Mommy was taking me shopping to the mall, only we were both naked under our skirts, and I kept squeezing Mom’s hand every time the wind blew across my bare little cunny.  I could tell she was just the same, because she was squeezing my hand as well. The way we went into the mall brought us in front of a big plate glass window, so we could check how we looked to others, and Mom told me to roll the top of my skirt up, to lift the hem, and expose a bit more of my legs. I asked Mom if I could go first, which I though was what you wanted us to do, so we kissed, and I lead her over to Sears. We dropped hands as we entered the department store, staying close to each other, but not talking, so we looked like we were separate customers. When we got to the swimwear section, I slowed down, checking what they had on display, if it fitted my Master’s requirements. Finally I selected several white bikinis, that were quite close to what I wanted, and headed towards the fitting rooms.

I realised what her Master had arranged as her first official task.

I saw Mom follow me in with some skirts and tops, but I went straight through to one of the fitting rooms, following a sales girl as she opened a door for me, and asked me to call her if I needed any help at all.

 When I went into the fitting room, I placed all my selections on the coat hook, then took off my school uniform, leaving me in bra and heels, then just my high heels, and finally standing there completely naked. I made sure that the door was not locked, as I usually do, so that anyone might walk in and see me, either sales girls, or some other customer. I faced the mirror, with my arms down by my sides, so that I could examine my body. The face of a woman looked back at me, a grown woman’s full breasts on my chest,  but when I look at my pussy, it’s smooth and naked, it is the pussy of a girl.  I feel my bottom, hot from my recent spanking, but it’s fading now, so I need another reminder of my shame.  I grasp each nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeezing them, feeling the pain build up, then squeeze them harder.  I increase the pressure more and more, looking at my childishly hairless mound, with a tight slit that cuts down between my legs, and I now twist each nipple inward, then downward.  The intense pain is a my reminder that I look like a little girl who has no right to be in here with the grown ups, I should be sent over to the junior section where I belong.

I try on the first bikini I chose, a two piece swimsuit made by Chica Rica in the Jelly collection. It has a tie side bottom in a thong style with strings that fasten at the hip, and a narrow front so that the leg to tummy crease is exposed. This creates a lovely downward pointing line, edged by a very thin band of the pubic mound. The back has a tiny triangle that exposed most of my bottom, especially the red marks of my recent spanking, include one or two quite dark ones. The back strap was narrow enough that when I bent over, only half of my anal entrance was covered, and if I twisted my hips, it slid sideways to reveal my rosebud.

The bikini top is two triangles of material that have a string threaded through the edge  under the bust, and you can slide them about to make the cups narrow or wide, or to increase the cleavage as much as you want. When I went out into the open area with it on, I felt so exposed I could hardly breath, but settled down when I saw Mom was still there, and walked along the front of the mirrors. I could see my hips swaying from my high heels, then I stopped and turned this way and that to check out the bikini from every angle. I adjusted the cups, sliding them into the middle, creating a very narrow triangle that displayed a greater area of my breast, then tightened up the halter string so it lifted the bottom edge of the bikini top and the curve under my titties was left showing.

The crotch of the bikini bottoms were so tight, you could see my all of my slit as if it were painted on, and my pubis was obviously completely hairless. As I primped my figure, stretching and bending, I could hear Mom talking quietly behind me.

I caught a few comments about young girls, couldn’t be more than 15 years old, tiny  bikini bottoms, and showing everything like that. I saw one of the other customers look my way, then shake her head, and my neck quivered as I knew that I was being pointed out to the store staff and the customers.

I returned to the fitting room to try another bikini on, one with a back fastener on the top section, but more coverage over the breasts than I wanted, the bottoms were OK though, and quite narrow at the back so my bottom would be nicely on show. The front section was alright, coming just above the pubic line, but it a substantial cotton gusset that padded my little pussy so it couldn’t be seen, just a smooth curve over my crotch. When I went outside, the visual effect was even less impressive, so its only redeeming feature was the exposure of my paddled bottom. It did make some impact though, because I heard Mom make some more comments about sluts on the beach, and my clit was tingling at the top of my slit.

My final selection was quite a soft material, with a silver thread running through it, which I thought looked very up market, but it had a light overlay which I assumed would swish about, causing a movement that would attract people’s gaze. However, it didn’t work like that as the overlay was sewn on two edges, so when the bikini fitted over my curves, the overlay pulled tight, and acted like a curtain. Instead of enhancing my breasts and pussy, it covered them up, hiding my nipples and pussy slit from any casual view. When I took this set into the public area, and paraded in front of the large mirrors, the effect would probably have been passable on a regular beach, but was not impression I wanted to display.

Returning to the fitting room, I tried my first selection on again, the Chica Rica tie side, and while I had liked it before, in comparison to the other styles, it was beautiful in the way it portrayed my young body. I examined it again, to make sure it met with my Master’s requirements, facing the mirror I could see that the white fabric on the bikini bottom emphasized the shape of my pussy mound, with no evidence of any hair covering the flesh. It clung nicely to my body, dipping into the smooth shaven slit so it was obvious that I was only a little girl, hardly grown up yet. The bikini top showed my erect nipples, which were solid peaks now, and I slid the soft cups back from the centre so that my teats were nearly exposed. One last trip to the public area to confirm that I’d made the right choice, a walk up and down, then I asked the sales girl if she thought the fit was correct. I love asking this question, because, while most of them just stand back and offer their opinion, some staff will make a few small adjustments for you. The young girl today stood behind me, looking over my right shoulder in the mirror, and said I needed to check that the cups were level, as the sting bikinis were easy to slide out of place on one side. She slid a finger under the outer edge of each cup and moved them ever so slightly, then slid her finger along to the middle, pulling the right cup outward a small way. The effect was that her fingernail ran along the underside of both breasts, making my shoulders quiver as they arched backwards, and pressed against the front of her blouse. She placed her hands on my ribcage, turning me this way and that, before asking if I thought it fitted better now, and I admitted that it was lovely, though it was the adjustment that I liked more than the fit. Her hands slid down to my hips, as she studied the bikini bottom, saying I needed to be sure the material was kept tight, as my movements would make it slide sideways as I turned, letting it pouch between my legs. This was exactly what it had done, and she ran her finger down the crease where the material stood away from my body, pressing it quite firmly against the side of my pussy mound, then along the slit itself. Suggesting that I ease out the crotch piece first, she slid her thumbs under the edge, at the top where it was widest, sliding them down to the junction of my thighs, so the material was held away from me, and I could see behind it in the side mirror. She held it there for a while, so my bare little girl pussy was revealed to her gaze, than she let it back down, pulling her hands up and outward, stretching the bikini over the surface of my throbbing cunny. When it was properly fitted, the effect was much nicer, but the girl still had her thumbs inside my bikini bottom, and her nails were digging in to my mound. Slowly I pushed my hips forward, against the sharp points, and she moved them up and down ever so slightly, scraping at my delicate pussy flesh, as she said how lovely I looked in this bikini, and that I would be popular round the pool.

When another assistant walked in our direction, she removed her hands, and stepped back, fluffing the ties at my hips, and telling me to keep checking the fit while I wore the suit, especially when it was wet, as the material stretched differently then. Thanking her for the advice, I swished back into the fitting room again, taking off the swimsuit, and noting the style and sizes. I would now be able to  report them to my Master, and he can then purchase the bikini for his lady friend.

I’m sure she will like the bikini when she wears it, it was gorgeous, with a small, neat  top and thin ties for a nice tan, and it provides a wonderful display of the cleavage. The bottoms put all your tummy is on show, with the dipped front going quite near to the pubic line, and the narrow cut back provides very minimal coverage. This might be a little daring on some beaches, but if you think your friend might appreciate that style, then this is a perfect swimsuit.

When I left the fitting rooms, I continued to browse some more displays till Mom caught up with me, then I told her I had to visit the restroom, so she came with me, but she was fixing her makeup while I went into one of the stalls. Two other stalls were occupied, so I would have to be quiet for the next part of my task, placing my purse on the floor near the door, so the beautiful panties I had removed earlier were in view on top of it. Looking at my grown up underwear, I knew that I had no business wearing lovely women's panties when I look so much like a girl. I lifted my skirt up and reached behind to feel my still tender bottom, thinking how good it was that I had been scolded by my Master.  It is right.  But it’s WHY I have been scolded that’s most important. I don't have a woman's pussy.  So what I’ve done is shameful.  Lowering my head, I look at my pussy.  Yes.  It is a girl's pussy.  It is.  So I must spank it, hard.  I reach down and spank my soft little girl's pussy as I stand in the restroom stall.  Spanking it hard and quick. The hairless mound, and the tight slit beneath. I do not yell or moan.  I don’t utter a sound, so that my shame is not noticed by the other fine ladies who are using this restroom.  Smoothing down my school skirt, I now exit the restroom with a big smile on my face, holding Mommy’s hand , then we leave Sears. 

Mom has some shopping to do as well, so I hold her hand as we go to JC Penny’s, and she tells me I must sit quietly while she tries on her selections, as a young daughter should.

I browsed through the racks while Mom made her selections, picking out feminine, frilly, and sophisticated undie sets, all with the very minimum coverage. We went through to the fitting rooms, and she told me to sit in one of the comfy chairs, and behave myself while Mommy tried on her clothes. I could see several customers turn to glance our way, and they were looking at me as if I were a young teenager. I kept fiddling with my skirt, and twisting my hair as I waited, then Mom came out wearing a black mesh bra and pantie set, with red lace trim. You could see every detail of her bare pussy through the mesh, including her slit, and her nipples poked out of the bra cups like buttons. When she faced the mirror, everyone could see her exposed bottom, including where she’d been spanked before we left home.

She went back to the fitting room, returning with a lovely blue bra and g-string, but it was trimmed with a hideous green flower, even if it did show every bit of her bottom, it was not flattering her lovely figure.

The next set was a gorgeous white bikini pantie, all ruffles and fluff, and Mom was topless, just panties and heels, as she asked the assistant to fetch her the thong panties for this set, than came and chatted with me while the girl came back. I agreed with her that a thong would look much better, and made her turn so I could see her fluffy bum, and the rest of the people in the public area could see her bare titties. When Mom came back with the full set on, she looked fantastic, cute and frilly, with loads of bare skin, and even the covered bits could be seen through the delicate material.

When she came back in her own clothes, she took my hand, thanked the lady who’d helped her, and we headed out of the store, but before we reached the door, Mom had to visit the restroom. As we went in, I realised that she was under her Master’s orders, just as I’d been earlier, and I now had the opportunity to find out what someone else would have seen. After she entered the stall, I could see her penguin panties on top of her purse, then I could actually hear her smacking her girly pussy, just like I had done, and my slit tingled in response.

Mom came out of the toilet stall, with the same smile as myself, took hold of my hand, and we left the store.  We both lifted  the back of our dress again when we got into the car so that our freshly spanked pussy was directly on the seat upholstery. Mom leaned over and gave me a big hug, then I drove us straight home, because we had to report to our Master on how our task had gone.

When were back home, I went upstairs to write my email with the swimsuit details, and to apologize to my Master for shamefully trying on women's swimwear with a smooth little cunny that belongs in the girls section.

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Master Mark was very pleased with my report, which makes me so happy, knowing that I have served him well. As a follow up, it was my birthday last Friday, and Master Mark sent me back to Sears because I had left something behind during my task, though I had no idea what it could have been. I went to Customer Services during my lunch break, presented my ID, and instead of some personal item, the lady handed me the most beautifully gift wrapped package, and wished me Happy Birthday. My heart was fluttering like a little schoolgirl when I read the gift tag - Happy Birthday to the gorgeous Katherine, Love Mark - 

When I returned to my car, I opened the box to find the very swimsuit I had tried on earlier, and had recommended that my Master purchase for his lady friend, having no idea that he wanted it for me. What makes it even better, is that Mom told me this was identical to the very first task Master Mark had set for her, when they first met, so I am now following in my Mom’s footsteps.

My Master does the most wonderful things for me, and this kindness strengthens the bond between Mom, myself, and our Master.