<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>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Happy, hungry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><hr/><hr/>Remembering that old saying, If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all, Celeste decided to refrain from offering any more comments on her Mommy's cooking skills. Not that she really disliked the food that Erin made. But Mar did set the bar incredibly high. Besides, it was fun to tease, and it was fun to see how far she could take it before another one of those sharp smacks found her butt. They hurt, but she found that she liked them, not for the pain they gave but for the reminder of her submissive role in this new family of hers. Mommy and Daddy's little girl. Thinking of that still made her squirm.<br/><br/>What<em>did</em>earn a response was the not-so-subtle reminder that it was her duty to set the table. She hated doing it. "Fine." She groaned, and with exaggerated effort dragged herself out of her chair and stomped over towards the silverware drawer. She retrieved two forks, two spoons, and two butter knives, shoved the drawer - a little harder than it needed - shut with her hip, then went to the cupboards where the plates and glasses were kept. Daddy had once warned her about trying to carry too much at one time. But Celeste decided she'd rather risk a spanking that be forced to make<em>two</em>whole trips. Or worse, three!<br/><br/>So, balanced precariously in her hands, she carried two plates, two glasses, and all their silverware back to the table. A trip she'd made several times already since moving in, and never once had she dropped anything. Daddy was just silly and overcautious. Celeste set everything down on the table, Mommy's things in Mommy's place and Celeste's things in her own place. Nothing was arranged exactly right - Erin's glass was on the left side of her plate; Celeste's was on the right; and their cutlery was dropped right in the middle of their plates. But it was all there.<br/><br/>"I don't want to go to the grocery store." She announced very simply, as if her not wanting to go would mean they wouldn't go. The grocery store was boring. Mommy could do that on her time. Clothes shopping, on the other hand . . . "Oooh, lots of dresses! Can I get some new bathing suits, too?" She wondered aloud, while taking the offered spoon. For a moment, she stared at it, as if considering it might be worth the risk of both an upset tummy and a smacked butt to sneak a little taste. It wasn't, she decided after a couple seconds, and began to stir, somewhat erratically. Celeste's focus had a tendency to wander.<br/><br/>And her patience never lasted very long.<br/><br/>"When's it gonna be ready?" She asked, staring into the bowl and licking her lips.