<div class="floatleft">(https://images3.imgbox.com/f5/3d/rw8XRHgw_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Furious!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Celeste<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar's eyes were alight with a white hot mixture of fear overpowered by concern and anger, and if Celeste thought that was bad, the way Mar's lips pursed into a thin white line, when her hand dipped into the pool water, would be many times worse. Sure, in the reality of things, it was just an accidental slip of the hand into the water. But through Daddy's eyes, that slip opened up a world of possibilities all too horrible to mention.<br/><br/>What if she hadn't been here, and Celeste had spilled into the water and twisted her arm, or hit her head? What if she had still been asleep when she accidentally slipped into the water? She could have tried to take in a sudden breath, and gulped a mouthful of water into her lungs, and nobody would have even known about it!<br/>The very thought made her sick to her stomach. Though even that feeling was burned away as her little girl offered her pathetic excuse.<br/>"Yeah, ya sure did." She responded in a strong, commanding tone.<br/><br/>It was hard to think of this all as a game. Some kind of fetishy fun that they had all agreed upon. Sure she knew that this was a role she was playing, that now it was her job as Daddy to punish her little girl. But right now her emotions were just a game. This wasn't a role she was playing. These feelings were real! This fear, this relief, this frustration, this anger! It was all very real, and she needed to make sure this lesson wasn't lost on her precious little girl.<br/><br/>So no sooner had Celeste offered her pathetic attempt to quell her Daddy's wrath, than Mar dropped the command on her daughter's head.<br/>"On your feet, missy….NOW!"