<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>By the Pool<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Very nervous<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Staring up at her approaching Daddy, into those stern-but-loving eyes, Celeste bit down on her lip but did not recoil. For one thing, she knew even this early on that fleeing from Daddy's displeasure would<em>not</em>be a good idea. But more than that, the very idea of running from Mar seemed ridiculous to her. This was her lover, her dominant, her protector and caretaker. She would run<em>to</em>Mar but never retreat from her, not even when she knew that she was in very, very big trouble.<br/><br/>So, she didn't resist being pulled to her feet. Not, she realized in that moment, that she even could have if she wanted. It was always obvious to her that Mar, and probably Erin too but Mar especially, was far the stronger between the two of them. But there was a big difference between knowing and<em>feeling</em>. Suddenly, Celeste felt very<em>little</em>indeed. She leaned into the hug, grateful for the older woman's embrace. And she ever dared to hope that maybe, just maybe this was it. Mar had verbally chastised her. Now it was over. Until . . .<br/><br/><em>'I know it won't happen again.'</em><br/><br/>Such innocent words to have the effect they did on the squirmy little blonde. She peered up into her Daddy's gaze and gave a tiny little shake of her head. But Mar seemed not to notice. And Celeste whimpered aloud as she danced nervously toward the lounge chair where Daddy took them. She did not know what was happening, only that it was not going to be pleasant.<br/><br/>Even when Mar took her seat, Celeste refused to accept in her mind what was beginning to become very clear. A spanking. Her<em>first</em>real spanking. But she wouldn't believe it; she didn't want a spanking. She wanted to go outside and door her chores! She wanted to tell Mar these things, but her tongue was frozen to the roof of her mouth. So, instead, she silently stared down at the older woman, bouncing from foot to foot, and awaited the words that she knew were coming.<br/><br/>"But<em>Daddy,</em>" Celeste whined and stamped her barefoot against the ground when she did. "I promise, I'll go do my chores right now! And . . . I'll never come down here again without asking. Please. Can't it just be a warning this time?" She pleaded, her tone several pitches higher than it normally was, and doubting it would do any good. But she had to try. For her butt's sake, she had to try. "Please." She pouted out once last time.