<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/cln9fe2n5v421.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool Rooom<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste awoke with a start to find herself staring up at her Daddy's by-now familiar face. Only the expression that it wore was one that she had not yet seen; Mar did<em>not</em>look happy. Nor did she sound happy, Celeste realized, recalling the stern voice that had penetrated her dreams through the veil of sleep. It took her some time to understand why, but even as she searched her memory for what might have caused her Daddy's displeasure, the younger woman did not dare take her eyes off the raging pair staring back at her. She did not need to have seen this side of Mar before to know that that would be a grave mistake; instinct told her that much, at least.<br/><br/>It was when she started to push herself up into a sitting position and her left hand - instead of finding solid ground upon which to push - plunged into the water beside her that she understood Mar's mood. Everything came back to her in that one, shocking moment, and the blood drained from her face when it did. Except for her cheeks - those turned pink. Sitting the rest of the way up, Celeste gathered her knees to her chest and lowered her face until everything below her eye-line would be hidden from her Daddy's stern gaze. She peered up at the other woman like that, knowing well that she was in trouble - as much for being down here without permission than as the chores outside that she'd left undone. She wondered if Mar even know about that yet.<br/><br/>"I fell asleep." She whispered, not knowing what else to say. Strange, so strange, that she had fantasized about this moment so many times before in the past. Even before she knew the Sinclair's, she'd fantasized about this, about being a little girl getting herself into trouble. Then, it had been a woman conjured from her own imagination who chastised her; more recently, it had been Mar or Erin, sometimes both - Daddy and Mommy. But now that the moment was here, that she was actually confronted with the reality of it, she did not feel nearly so excited as she had in her fantasies. That, of course, was the point. And no doubt, she'd appreciate it later. Right now, though, all she could think was that she was in big, big trouble, and that this was<em>not</em>a fun place to be. She wasn't afraid, exactly.<br/><br/>Neither Mar nor Erin frightened her, not even a little bit, unless one were to count a healthy level of respect for them and their dominance as fear. But Celeste did not count that. What she did feel, however, was very, very submissive. And very small. She felt, Celeste would later realize when the butterflies in her stomach had calmed down, was that she felt very much like Daddy's little girl, who just so happened to be in a whole lot of trouble.<br/><br/>"I didn't mean to." She added, just as quietly.