<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>Mar's private table<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>anxious, excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, little girl<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The redhead Mommy smiled down at her new daughter, pleased by her responses to everything. "Good girl..." She said softly, approvingly. Erin was happy with the responses little Celeste had made, especially the entranced spellbound stare, and the adorable squirming blushies.<br/><br/>Stroking her daughter's hair gently, Erin nodded. "That's ok. I think we both prefer you to be a little innocent. That way we can mold you into the perfect little girl." Grinning, Erin squeezed the little girl tightly, hand on Celeste's hips.<br/><br/>Her attention back on her wife, still hugging their little darling daughter tight, Erin moaned softly into the kiss. Having her beloved Mar hold her against their daughter, their little girl, their submissive, their own little sex toy and lover..  was utterly amazing. Eagerly parting her lips to the touch of Mar's tongue, she gently caressed it with her own. Mar had such a great knowledge of Erin's responses, and the redheads desire was indeed very high. "I love you Mar, Daddy." She whispered to her beautiful wife.<br/><br/>Looking up from the plate, sliding it in front of Celeste, the Mommy shrugged. "I suppose it depends on her behavior for the rest of the evening. I told her that her bedtime is at 11, and she immediately asked if she had to, and declared that she wanted to stay up later." Putting a piece of cheese in her mouth, Erin chewed thoughtfully, and finally swallowed. "To be fair, she wasn't rude, and she did agree with me when I reminded her that we set the rules, not her. I suspect that it was just excitement more than anything. But I also believe that she doesn't like the idea of a bedtime. Perhaps we should enforce it tonight and enjoy a well rested girl in the morning?<br/><br/>Oh, and while I'm thinking of it, Daddy, please tell our little girl about her curfew."  Erin could have herself, but didn't want to be the sole disciplinarian in the household. Besides, the instructions coming from Mar, the girl's Daddy, might sink in more. Erin was very, very serious about curfew.<br/><br/>Celeste wouldn't be able to tell, Erin spoke in an absolutely convincing tone... But the redhead knew that her wife most likely wanted to have very wickedly hot sex with her family. And the sparkle in Erin's blue eyes said that if Mar approved it, little Celeste was going to stay up past her bedtime indeed. Of course, she was also completely, fully ready to agree that bedtimes were serious and needed to be enforced.<br/><br/>Laughing softly, Erin squeezed her little girl's hand gently. "Depends on what you call big. You have plenty of space, especially for a little girl. But it's tied for the smallest bedroom with the guest room. Mommy and Daddy have the master bedroom, and we both have offices. Then the guest bedroom and your room. Don't worry though, your room is right next to ours, and has a little bathroom all it's own. "<br/><br/>Putting on the small, tolerant smile and tone of voice she used when children at the museum asked if the world was flat, or if they could take a five thousand pound mineral specimen home with them, or if humans evolved from dinosaurs, Erin shook her head. "Oh my goodness, absolutely not. We want to make sure you actually get some sleep when we put you to bed. For that matter, you will turn in your phone to us every night before bed. You may have as many books as you like, but no computers or gaming systems are allowed after bedtime. Sleep is very important for a growing girl, and you have to be well rested for your classes and the day.<br/><br/>If you need noise at night, we can play white noise like the ocean, or rain. Or soft music. Nothing that will keep you awake."<br/><br/>Finishing the last of her charcuterie plate, Erin reached out over Celeste and took Mar's hand. "What did you think of the appetizer, sweetie? I think it was perfect as always."