<div class="floatleft">(https://www.urbasm.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Elizabeth-Turner-bikini.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the Pool<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Sore, aroused, happy, and slightly grumpy that she still has to do chores!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>After the pain began to subside, along with the initial shock of what had just happened, Celeste's mind began to wander to the<em>other</em>physical sensations that Mar's spanking had produced. A tingle in the pit of her stomach. A heat, not in her well-spanked backside, but between her legs. She squeezed them together in response to that, but it did nothing to douse the flames that had begun to simmer there. Celeste found that she didn't mind. Indeed, she didn't mind any of this. She quite loved it.<br/><br/>This was, after all, exactly what this relationship of theirs was all about. Love. Discipline. Affection.<em>Lust.</em>Each one building on the other, making it stronger, helping its partners to burn all the hotter. She did not find it at all strange, then, that now, as the pain began to fade, she realized that this was the happiest and most content she'd ever been in her entire life. Better still, she did not expect that even this would be the high point. It would only get better, as it had from the very moment she'd first encountered these two strange, wonderful women among the dark corners of the internet. As they became closer, and surely they would, this would only get better. The love would grow stronger. The discipline more firm. The affection more tender. And the lost would burn hotter.<br/><br/>At long last, she lifted her head from the crook of Mar's neck and kissed the older woman on the cheek.<em>Daddy.</em>She thought, but did not speak. She wondered if Mar could feel her thoughts. Maybe. She smiled to think of that, then kissed her again, and found that with each one her mood improved, the pain crept away, and the tears streaking down her face began to slow. Those last were hardly for the pain. Celeste suspected that she would, in time, be able to take a much harder spanking. Not that this one didn't hurt! But neither did it push her limits. The tears were real. But they were emotional, not tears of pain. She kissed Mar again, and they stopped flowing entirely.<br/><br/>Then Daddy spoke. And, for a brief flash of a moment, Celeste's mood sank a little lower. She was on the verge of protesting - maybe she<em>did</em>need a harder lesson? - but stopped when Daddy added that last little bit. What had started to look like the beginnings of a small frown quickly sprang up into a happy little grin. Celeste nodded her head, emphatically.<br/><br/>She stood up with Mar's help, giving her sore butt a quick little rub the moment she was on her feet, then nodded again. "What's the fun thing we're gonna do?" She asked, ever impatient.