<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>Dress shop<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Suddenly very focused!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste stared up at Erin from where she knelt on the floor, a mix of emotions dancing across her face. She'd never been very good at concealing how she felt. Even if she didn't speak the words aloud, her feelings were always writ large across her pretty face. Right now, she was feeling torn. Torn, because she didn't want to delay getting a taste of what she so clearly desired. Torn, because she didn't want to disobey. Torn, because she was annoyed at being constantly interrupted, corrected, and otherwise chastised; her butt still stung a bit! And, of course, torn because she<em>loved</em>being interrupted, corrected, and otherwise chastised.<br/><br/>How confusing!<br/><br/>And wonderful.<br/><br/>Chewing her lip, she peered back over her shoulder, toward the hanger and dresses, as if Erin was asking her - asking? - to complete some monumental task before finally earning her treat. It certainly seemed that way to her! She didn't<em>want</em>to deal with that.<em>I'll do it after,</em>she wanted to say. But no. Sass and disobedience had not been well received thus far, and even despite her lack of familiarity with Erin, she sensed that she was already walking on thin ice. She'd earned her butt a few smacks after her last remark. What would the next one get her? She dreaded to think that Mommy might give her a full-on spanking right here in the dressing room! She dreaded it just as much as she longed for it.<br/><br/>Would Erin do that? How much public play was too much for her? Celeste didn't know the answer; she didn't even know the answer for herself. It was Mommy's decision, she realized. And she was glad to let it be that way. Celeste did not like making the big decisions, no matter how much she might protest when she wasn't allowed.<br/><br/>Finally, after long deliberation, she sighed - did she mutter something under her breath? - and turned toward her heap of dresses. She hung the dress she'd discarded up onto one of the hangers. It was a little lopsided, and not done very neat, but Celeste was clearly in a rush. And it was up off the floor, away from the dirt and the possibility of being stepped on and ruined. That done, she returned to Mommy where her new dress, the adorable blue one, could be pulled down on her lithe little body. She wiggled into it, beaming as she did, and even did a little twirl that sent the skirt of the dress rising up into the air like a pretty polkadot carousel when she did.<br/><br/>Then she was back on her knees. Like a good girl, she lifted the fabric up high enough that it didn't drag on the floor as she pushed her way back between Mommy's thighs. That is, she kept the fabric off the floor right up until she had her head between Erin's legs, which put<em>every</em>other thought out of her mind. The skirt dragged along the ground, even as Celeste's tongue dragged across Mommy's creamy thigh, leaving a trail of slick saliva in its wake. She kissed the older woman once, twice, three times, each touch of her lips getting progressively higher, closer, closer, closer. She kissed again, and this time it was Erin's sweet pussy that her lips founds. The scent of it, the touch, the<em>taste</em>sent a ripple of pleasure up her spine. She purred, and kissed harder still.