<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Fed, happy, uhoh<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, Celeste<br/><hr/><br/>There was perhaps a chance the redhead truly did believe in faeries, despite all her scientific training, at least if the ultra serious expression on her face could be believed. Erin's tone was certainly sincere, though slightly spoiled by the wink she slipped her daughter. It didn't stop her from leaning in closer to Mar, eyes alight. "She's right, you know wife. We shouldn't upset the fae, and there are plenty of stories about how to soothe them. Leaving food and drink out is a traditional way. Besides, so many people all over the world believe. Ireland, the United Kingdom, and Iceland of course, but the Slavic regions have plenty of stories of veela and Rusalka. Brazil tells of the Curupira, backwards footed protectors of the forests.  Duendes, various types of fairy beings, are believed in everywhere Spain has had influence, and can actually be used to partially track conquests and explorations, population migration. In a more fun area, some of the  duendes are believed to steal toes if boys and girls don't bathe enough!" She switched from giving an earnest explanation of how nonbelievers were outnumbered to playfully poking at her little sweet daughter's side as a reminder to watch her toes.<br/><br/>Erin was surprised by the refusal, or at least attempt to wiggle out of the assigned chore. Unfortunately, pleading with Daddy to get out of something wasn't at all a surprise tactic.  A frown blossomed on her face, and, caught off guard, she of course let Daddy jump in. Poor Celeste had no idea how unified they would be, always a team to be the best Mommy and Daddy they could, because it was their little princess needed. It might be difficult to balance her love of Celeste with having to say no.... but spankings were always in the girls best interest. Erin was glad Mar was prepared, stepping easily into her stern (But oh so sexy!!!) Daddy role.<br/><br/>Nodding her full agreement to what her beloved wife had said, Erin continued, voicing her own quietly stern thoughts on the matter. "Because you're not going to want to do it after. You're going to be full and ready for bed and try to avoid it then, and things will never get done at that rate. And if dishes pile up, you'll avoid them even more. Besides, Daddy needs a clean kitchen to work in, especially after making such lovely meals for us. You are our princess, our babygirl, and you are loved." She gently squeezed the girls dainty little hand, physically reminding her of the truth of those words, to take a little of the edge out of them. But her tone was still stern, not a debate. Celeste might try to tell her parents things, but Mommy and Daddy were in charge.<br/><br/>The little blonde daughter had two strikes now, and any more fussing would see her bent over the table... in the future, they might not be so lenient. But tonight, Erin was willing to give the girl an adjustment period, benefit of the doubt. But she certainly would have agreed, backed her wife up completely if Mar had taken that step and begun the physical reminder of how to behave. "Everyone contributes in this household, and you will have chores and tasks, Celeste. This is one of them. We are not your maids, and will not be doing all the housework, nor will we be hiring someone to do your share. "<br/><br/>Turning so Celeste couldn't see, Erin gave her Mar a playfully horrified look.....<em>Skipping dessert was such a huge punishment!! So unfair!</em>Yeah, Erin had some similar traits to their little girl, yep. But still... Mommy responsibilities overrode the desire to go all wide eyed and sweet and plead for her own treats. If they had to suffer no dessert, that would be the case. Dessert was up to Mar, which was especially fair since she would be doing the cooking if they got to have treats. Celeste, and her next actions, would decide if someone's butt got stinging reminders of her place in the family....