<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9 pm.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous excitement<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><hr/><hr/>Celeste listened attentively to all Erin had to say, and she only blushed a little bit at the part about Mommy and Daddy 'having' to spank her. It made her want to giggle, hearing the other woman put it that way. And it made her want it to squirm. It made her want to hide. It made her want to promise Mommy and Daddy that she'd always be a good girl who would never, ever need to get a spanking. It wouldn't be a lie either, if she said it. Neither would it be exactly true, of course. More like . . . a mistake? Celeste could promise all she wanted that she'd be good, but sooner or later little girls<em>always</em>get into trouble.<br/><br/>Thinking about that excited her. And it made her nervous; it made her realize,<em>really</em>realize, that she wasn't in charge anymore. Mommy and Daddy decide when their little girl needs a spanking.<br/><br/>Feeling her cheeks growing redder and hotter, Celeste was glad for a shift in conversation. Mommy's toast was nice; that wasn't really a surprise. Erin had a way with words, which Celeste had learned that pretty early on. Their little kiss was even nicer. It tasted of champagne, mixed with mint, cherry, and a few other things. Celeste didn't know which flavours were her, and which were Erin.<br/><br/>Next moment, though, her eyes were back on Mar. And for a moment, there was a flash of disappointment in them. How could she ever go back to eating<em>normal</em>food after a meal like this! But soon it became clear that Daddy was teasing her! How rude. Celeste pursed her lips, but before she could tease back, Mar was speaking again. What she said put the grin right back on the younger girl's face. "Oooh, that would be fun! What kind of brunch could we make for Mommy?" She asked, as if Erin wasn't sitting right there beside them!<br/><br/>Not too long after that, though, the girl found her mood taking another sharp shift. Her eyes widened a little, and her mouth hung slightly open. She shook her head. "That's not . . . Mommy!" The girl whined. Her voice was soft, barely a whisper - but it was urgent. "That's not what I said!" The girl informed Mommy, as if Erin didn't know it<em>perfectly</em>well already. Then Mar spoke, and Celeste found her eyes moving toward the other woman. Her jaw tightened a little bit. She wanted to protest, but . . .<br/><br/>"But my bedtime is still 11 during the school year." She told Daddy - as if she had any right to<em>tell</em>either of them anything. Next moment, her eyes flashed to Mommy. The girl blushed - and then went back to eating, as if by doing that they might forget this part of the conversation ever happened.