<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>Erin and Mar's bedroom<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Groggy, happy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste giggled at Erin's assessment of Mar as a shopping-companion. It did not surprise the younger woman one bit, and she nodded her understanding. "Daddy dresses like a boy." An observation, perhaps even a playful tease, but it was not an insult - Erin would know that as much from Celeste's giggly tone as from their early discussions, when the three of them were still deciding online if they might be a match. This pretty little blonde had a very serious<em>thing</em>for tomboys. It was just fun to tease, especially with Erin - they were the two 'girls' of the family, and Mar was the tom<em>boy</em>.<br/><br/>Not all teasing, however, was acceptable in her new home. Celeste knew that, of course - they'd discussed the house rules and gone over all that was expected of her. But she was still very much getting used to her new role and what it actually meant to be these two wonderful women's live-in submissive; their little girl; their daughter. So, when the spank came, it shocked the giggly smile right off Celeste's face. She stared at her Mommy with those big, blue eyes of hers and quickly nodded her. "Yes," she said in her smallest voice, then quickly buried her face in the crook of Erin's neck, as if to hide herself from any further 'lessons.' Not that she would remain meek for long. Celeste never did. She had too much personality.<br/><br/>And too much energy.<br/><br/>"I don't wanna cook." Celeste announced, rolling over to the edge of the bed with Erin's assistance where she could sit up and get up. "So, we'll have to do with yours." Giggling, she kissed Erin one more time. "Bacon pancakes sound nommy."<br/><br/>By the time they'd reached the kitchen, Celeste's morning grogginess seemed to have worn enough almost completely. She was not a morning person, not even a little bit. But these past few days, she'd been far too excited to care about that. She sat down at what was now<em>her</em>spot at the table and waited. If she had any inclination that she was forgetting something, she did not show it. "Where are we going to go shopping first?" She wondered.<br/><br/>