<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>Dress shop<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited, almost giddy, and very giggly!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/>Once Celeste became better acquainted with discipline and punishment, she would almost certainly come to dread that raised eyebrow even more than she already did. Once she'd spent a few sessions over Mommy or Daddy's lap, she would come to understand<em>exactly</em>what threat that upraised eyebrow was issuing. She'd know what it meant; and she would<em>dread</em>it. Even with her lack of experience, however, Celeste found herself already very much influenced by that subtle twitch. That simple look. Almost nothing.<br/><br/>And so unnerving.<br/><br/>It got her moving. Quickly.<br/><br/>A good thing, too. Because when she returned to Erin, she was rewarded with a thing she very much loved! Even if it didn't last nearly as long as she would have liked. Celeste had little to no idea how long she'd actually been under Erin's dress, but she knew<em>perfectly</em>well that she hadn't been under there long enough to get the taste that she clearly wanted. A few kisses, a few licks. And then her head was being pulled back.<br/><br/>A whine escaped her lips when she did, a high-pitched, though not particularly loud, groan of displeasure. If she had been standing, she almost certainly would have stamped her foot. As it was, all she could manage was a grumpy frown up into Erin's eyes.<br/><br/>That didn't stop her from giving the older woman the demanded kiss, however. Even a grumpy Celeste could not resist those lovely lips. Back on her feet, she leaned forward, Celeste leaned in forward a quick, pussy-flavoured smooch. It must have lasted almost as long as the kiss the girl had placed between Erin's legs. Maybe longer. Soon, though, she was leaning back and headed once more toward her dresses.<br/><br/>She tried on another of the blue ones, modeled it quickly for Erin, and then quickly shed it for the pink one; pink<em>was</em>her favourite colour. Well. She liked orange, too. And green, really light green. Like limes. For the moment, though, she stuck to pink. Standing in front of Erin, she planted her feet on the floor and spun her hips from side-to-side as she did, the dress spinning up from her thighs like an open umbrella as she did.<br/><br/>"I like this one!" She announced, unplanting her feet and doing a full 180 to give Erin a view from behind. Celeste lifted the back of the dress briefly when she did, flashing her naked butt at the older woman and beaming.