<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>Grocery store<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous, embarrassed<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mommy<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"<em>Ah!</em>" Celeste called out, a little louder than she would have wanted. But she hadn't been expecting the spank, not even a little bit. She certainly hadn't been expecting one so hard. They were in the middle of a grocery store, out in public where any wandering eyes might see. She should have been safe here. She thought she<em>was</em>safe here.<br/><br/>She turned her eyes to look up at Erin, not daring to open her mouth. It was beginning to dawn on her that no place was safe. A few random strangers weren't going to save her from Mommy's wrath. Not that there were even any in their particular aisle just then, Celeste realized, taking a quick look behind her. She couldn't decide if it would be better for her or worse if someone were to round the corner just then. Probably worse, she thought with a grimace. 24 hours a day, seven days a week. That's what they agreed to, the three of them.<em>But we're in a grocery store!</em>She wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn't do any good. Mommy had her attention now -- she had it completely.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," she managed in a small voice mid-way through Erin's lecture. She didn't interrupt. There was a pause, and she took it. The rest of the time, she kept silent, bouncing from one foot to the other, plucking nervously at the sides of her top. Never once did she take her eyes off the older woman's. They held her as firmly as any restraints ever could have done.<br/><br/>It was the promise of a spanking, though, that made Celeste's heart sink. She opened her mouth, not to protest but to plead. To negotiate:<em>I'll put everything back!</em>She was even ready to give up the box of muffins. Celeste would have more than happy to leave here with no treats at all, if it meant no spankings. But before she had time to speak, Mommy put a firm end to all hope of saving her poor little butt.<br/><br/>"But," She squeaked, then paused to look around. There still wasn't anyone sharing their aisle. Somehow, that didn't provide much comfort. She turned back to Erin -- to Mommy, red-faced and full of panic. She tugged on the sides of her top. "Please," she begged. "Can we do it when get home instead? I promise . . ." She trailed off, looking around again, for answers this time. "I'll put everything back, and I'll be good for the rest of the day. I promise." Fidgeting and twisting, she turned back to Erin. "Please, Mommy. I don't want a spanking out here. Someone might<em>see.</em>" She was careful to keep her voice barely above her whisper, her words for Mommy's ears alone.