<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>home<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>excited, dominant.... Thrilled, loving<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, Celeste<br/><hr/><br/>Poor little Celeste was so very adorable. Unfortunately for the blonde, her mommy was not going to be swayed by cute cheeks and an embarrassed face. It was far better to address the problematic behavior before it became a bigger problem or worse, a risk to their daughter's health. "Oh no Mar, Daddy, somebody forgot her rules already. We can't have that, can we?"<br/><br/>Turning to Celeste, she smiled kindly, stroking the girl's cheek. "Thank you for telling me, my little love. But we are going to have to fix this so you remember to listen in the future. Don't move your feet at all." Taking her new daughter's hands, Erin gently pulled Celeste down so she was leaning at an almost 45° angle. Wrapping the little blonde's hands around her waist, the redheaded Mommy cradled Celeste's precious little head against her bossom. But her free hand lifted the girls skirt, exposing those cute little panties as she held her girl vulnerable for the spanking. It was an unorthodox position, restraining and supporting the girl about to be punished, but Erin's face was blissfully happy. She couldn't wait to watch the little girl squirm and pout against her!<br/><br/>The academic's study was an absolute explosion of books, papers, little bits of crystal, fossils, arrowheads, old tools, more books, photos from all over the world, and a rather small desk  covered in, of course, more books. Despite the chaos, it seemed to be at least somewhat organized, with everything still neat and tidy... There was just stuff everywhere. Erin would of course claim that she knew exactly where everything was, and that was probably accurate. The only truly bare space was a tiny little school desk, tucked into a corner opposite the bigger, adult desk. It too had Celeste's name on it, though not in very bright colors.<br/><br/>In the bedroom, Erin leaned against her wife, enjoying the solid comfort of the steady woman. The joy on their new little girls face was absolutely completely priceless, causing a huge smile to cross her face. Taking her partner's hand, she walked to the bed.   Sitting down, she curled up against Celeste, running her fingers through that gorgeous blonde hair, her voice soft, loving. "Of course we did, sweetie. We love you... This is your home, your new life. It's important to us that you are happy and cared for. You'll have your rules and punishment, but those are only because we love you, and want the best for you. We were thrilled to make this room for you, to give you something beautiful and safe and full of our love. You're not going to be neglected here. You're far too important to us. Welcome home."<br/><br/>Still cuddling the young woman against her, she placed her lips against Celeste's, tasting the youth and energy, feeding from her excitement. It wasn't the least bit maternal of a kiss, but then, Celeste wasn't their biological daughter, and the college student had signed up explicitly to be a submissive, a playmate and sometimes play toy, lover and beautiful little arm candy. There was plenty of time to play cute games, but something about her new daughter in her new bedroom excited Erin.