<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home - Master suite<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Parenting, but playful<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"You're two minutes late," Mar stated, voice firm and slightly edged, ending flat.  Not a question but a judgement rendered and unarguable.  She paused for a beat, brows in a slight frown; just long enough to let her daughter taste the fear of punishment before continuing in a softer, encouraging tone to reassure her with compassion.  "Not by much, and I understand your room is new.  But this is your warning: little girls who stay up past their bedtimes get spankings and lose privileges.  Understood?"<br/><br/>Mar reached up and brushed aside a bit of hair, softly stroking the girl's cheek.  "You look adorable, pumpkin.  Have you ever seen She-Ra?  I'd love to watch it with you sometime.  Did you follow all of your instructions?"  She glanced down meaningfully at the bottoms.  There were no panty lines, but she wanted to make her acknowledge it, to give the girl her little bedtime treat of embarrassed submission.<br/><br/>"Mommy and I are happy to let you sleep in our bed tonight; we look forward to lots of cuddles and loves.  But we aren't quite ready to sleep yet," her eyes glanced behind Celeste for a moment, narrowing unconsciously with hunger as the silk clung and revealed.  It left no doubt what would be happening in bed before sleep.  "So I'm going to help you settle down and stay quiet."  Mar raised her hand, a blindfold and soft leather cuffs dangling from her fingers.  "Just until we're ready for lights out.  Is that alright, sweetie?"