<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>Grocery store<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous, embarrassed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste whined audibly when she got her answer. There was a finality to it that she really didn't like, the way her Mommy emphasized every single word:<em>Put. Your. Hands. On. The. Cart, Celeste.</em>Hearing her name didn't help either. People always said there was power in names. Celeste understood what they meant now. She felt compelled to obey. Mommy hadn't left her a choice.<br/><br/>Except for one, of course. Her safeword was always there, like an emergency exit sign beckoning to her in the back of her mind. She<em>could</em>put an end to this, if she wanted to. But then what? The three of them had discussed at length when it was appropriate for her to use her safeword and when it wasn't. During sex, any time was fairplay. Sex was all for fun. Even the stuff that hurt was meant to enhance the pleasure. If she wasn't enjoying herself during sex, she could use the safeword whenever she wanted. It was different when she was in trouble for real, like this. They'd agreed that Celeste could use her safety word to stop a punishment if she was genuinely being pushed past her limits, or if something was seriously wrong, like a potential health problem, or having Daddy or Mommy's keys poking through their pocket into Celeste's stomach from below; spankings were supposed to be hard on her butt. Any other pain wasn't welcome.<br/><br/>None of that was true of right now. She was embarrassed; she couldn't remember a time when she'd been so embarrassed as this. Her cheeks were burning; she could hardly even lift her eyes from the ground. She was downright mortified! But they were within her limits. To say they weren't would be dishonest.<br/><br/>"Can we do half the spanking at home?" She asked, a little sheepishly. It wasn't the compromise she'd wanted, but it was better than nothing. This way, there was half the chance of someone walking around the corner to see what was happening. Plus, she thought, Mommy might forget about the second part by the time they got home.<br/><br/>She wasn't aware they had company until Erin nodded to the woman sharing their aisle. At that, Celeste's eyes widened. She dug her nails into the sides of her top, watching the old lady move. When she rounded the corner, the girl turned her eyes back to Mommy. She stared at her for a second, two, three, then rubbed her butt once, turned to the cart and placed her hands on the cart's handle just like she'd been told to do.