<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>Home<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Pouty<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>Celeste beamed as much over Erin's praise as the hug. Neither her nor Mar had been sparing with compliments for their little girl. They'd given her more over the short time the three of them had all known each other than Celeste's real parents done over a span of two decades. Once she might have felt resentful for that. Right now, she was just happy. No point being bitter about the past when the present was so sweet. She kissed Erin with as much vigor as Erin kissed her, and felt a warmth spreading out from the pit of her stomach, through her limbs, up to the tips of her fingers, down to the ends of her toes.<br/><br/>Then Daddy doused it with four words.<br/><br/>Celeste shivered, jerking her eyes away from Erin's and locking them onto Mar's. She opened her mouth to protest that she went as fast as she could, but couldn't find her voice and quickly closed her mouth again. It was strange, how genuinely uncomfortable she felt under that stern gaze, when she was in trouble or walking on thin ice. She didn't like it. And she loved it because she didn't like it. She really was her Mommy and Daddy's little girl.<br/><br/>Right on cue, her eyes widened a fraction at the word 'spanking.' Her cheeks felt hot. She knew they must be bright pink. She shifted from one foot to the other, plucking at the hem of her shirt. She gave her head a little nod. Then, "Yes, Daddy." She answered in a small voice, barely a whisper. Her eyes went to the floor, then back up to Mar, to Erin, and finally back to Mar. It was the touch to her cheek that finally allowed her to breathe again.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen it." She said, then felt a smile creeping back onto her still-pink face. "I wanna watch it with you!" And found that she actually did, even if it was just some silly kid's cartoon. Maybe especially then. She looked down at her bottom's following Mar's eyes with her own. "I did!" Her answer came in the form of a squeak. Then, more calmly, "I didn't put any panties on underneath." If the flush in her cheeks had faded any, it was back now. Daddy seemed intent on making sure that blush didn't go away any time soon, either.<br/><br/>Celeste tugged a little more on the hem of her shirt. Once more, she found herself following Mar's gaze, but this time it was to peer back over her shoulder at the silk-clad goddess standing behind her. Celeste bit her lip, letting her gaze wander. And for a good few seconds, she completely forgot herself in that silk and the way it hugged the curves of Erin's body. Daddy's voice eventually brought her back to the moment.  Turning back around, her breath caught when she saw the handcuffs dangling from Mar's finger. The blindfold earned a whimper. Briefly, she turned her head back to Mommy, as if hoping to find support there, even knowing full well that she wouldn't. Mommy and Daddy were always a team. She turned back to Daddy and gave her foot a small stamp.<br/><br/>"Fine."