<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 stared up at the older woman with a mixture of great regret and great fear in her big, blue eyes. No. Not fear. She didn't<em>fear</em>Mar. It was more like a realization, for the very first time, that there was a very, very big difference between<em>Daddy</em>and<em>Little Girl</em>. She'd always known that there was, of course. Mar and Erin were the dominant members of the household; they were in charge; Celeste was not. They'd all agreed to it; they all wanted it. This was, after all, the basis of their relationship. There had even been a few glimpses of it over the past few days, but those had mostly been fun and games.<br/><br/><em>This,</em>Celeste knew, was no game. And it certainly wasn't any fun. There was a very big difference, she was beginning to see, between knowing something as a fact and experiencing first hand. Mar was her Daddy; she'd known that for days now, and she knew on a factual level what it meant. But now, right now, she was<em>experiencing</em>what it meant.<br/><br/>Strange how, in her fantasies about this moment, she imagined herself pretending to make a fuss, stamping her foot, until reluctantly, inevitably, accepting her punishment, whatever it turned out to be. But in her fantasies, she was only doing it because it fit her role. Little girl's weren't<em>supposed</em>to just accept their punishments; it didn't work that. So, she'd play up her role. She'd make a fuss, not because she was actually worried about the punishment to come, but because it was what she was expected to do.<br/><br/>Now, though, when it was really happening, sweet Celeste found that she had no interest in playing a role. But she<em>was</em>worried about what was going to happen next. And she fully intended to make a fuss. At least, she wanted to. But Mar's gaze and the tone in her voice brooked no argument. Celeste knew she had to obey. And yet, she found that she frozen where she sat, except for the little jump over the firmness of her Daddy's command.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry." She finally whimpered, and for a moment buried her eyes in her knees as if that would make her and all of her problems disappear. When, after a second or two passed like that, she lifted her head to find Daddy's stern gaze still locked upon her, Celeste realized that she wasn't getting out of this. Still, she held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, all they'd do this time was talk about it. After all, she'd never been in trouble before this. Everyone got at least one warning, right?<br/><br/>She knew that wasn't true, but she forced herself to believe as, very slowly, she pushed herself up onto her feet. Once standing, she found that the floor was a much easier thing to look at than Mar's eyes. So, it was at the floor that she stared. "I won't do it again." She whispered, shifting nervously from foot to foot.