<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Grocery store<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous, embarrassed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/>There was a little voice in the back of Celeste's mind, telling her that she was being silly -- wouldn't it be so much better just to get this over with right here, right now, and be done with it? She was even vaguely aware that was the part of her subconscious that she should be listening to. It was the mature voice, the adult voice.<em>Just take your medicine, then get on with your day.</em>But Celeste didn't<em>want</em>to take her medicine.<br/><br/>She would have to, of course. She knew that. Better to take it in two small doses than one large, though. And there was always the chance of getting out of the second half. Nonsense. But she fully intended to cling to that nonsense, anyway.<br/><br/>The first two spanks shocked her back to the present. "Ow!" She whimpered out before she could stop herself. It hadn't been a scream, at least. And the spanks weren't that loud either, not like they would be for skin-on-skin. She could be grateful for that, at least. Small comfort, though. She was hopping from foot to foot by the time the other four spanks cracked down on her poor little butt, too fast for her to react to any one of them individually. They came like a blur. And they<em>hurt!</em><br/><br/>She was so focused on the pain, and too grateful for the small break (maybe it's over?), that she didn't immediately realize the reason for the pause. Not until she heard an unfamiliar voice almost directly beside her. Celeste's face went bright red, her entire body froze. She held her breath. Did she move? Pretend they weren't doing anything? She looked back over her shoulder to Erin, expecting to see the older woman's face nearly as red as her hair. This<em>should</em>have been just as embarrassing for her as it was for Celeste. But she didn't see a blush. Erin didn't look put off at all. Calm as ever, almost pleased. Then she started to speak, and Celeste's eyes flew wide. She stamped her foot before she could stop herself and only<em>just</em>managed to keep an indignant '<em>Mommy!</em>' off her lips.<br/><br/>Red-faced, she glued her eyes to the floor and didn't move so much as a single muscle until they were, at last, alone again. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. And she knew now, beyond any doubt, just how far her Mommy and Daddy's authority extended. There were no 'safe' spaces, no out of bounds, no loophole that she could exploit. If Erin or Mar thought she was being naughty, there would be consequences, and it didn't matter where they were. The thought excited her. And made her feel so, so small.<br/><br/>She liked that.<br/><br/>Another series of spanks snapped her out of her reverie. She did<em>not</em>like that. "<em>Mommy!</em>" Celeste called out, her voice an urgent whisper. She didn't dare speak any louder, just in case there were more strangers lurking around the corner. She stamped her foot. One hand was on the cart. The other reached down, moving toward her butt with the intention of rubbing the sting out of it, then quickly snapped it back into place when she recalled her Mommy's instructions. She stamped her foot.