<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste St. James<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Washing dishes | Chastised; kind of grumpy; also excited!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar and Erin<br/><br/><hr/><hr/>The seriousness with which Erin took their silly little debate had Celeste giggling. Who would have thought a discussion about fairies could turn so serious? She loved it, though. She'd loved every single second of her time here, with them, with her new family. Mommy and Daddy. Celeste did try to mask her giddiness with an expression of solemnity, though, one to match Erin's sage tone and to let Mar know that, yes, this was a very serious thing indeed that they were discussing!<br/><br/>There was a palpable shift in the atmosphere, though, when Celeste tried her little trick to get out of doing the dishes. She could feel it. And from it, she knew she was in trouble even before her daddy spoke. She could see the change come over the older woman's face, too, the stillness in her mouth, the abrupt tensing of her eyes. Celeste found herself shrinking down in her seat, as if to avoid that look and the unpleasant words she knew were coming.<br/><br/>When those words did come, Celeste felt a tightening in her chest and stomach. A tingling in her arms legs. A mix of dread and excitement, because she knew, oh yes she knew, what Daddy's reminder would entail.<em>What would it be like?</em>A thought came unbidden to her mind, a thought that put some fuel on her own temptation. Maybe she should push a little further, test her boundaries and find out exactly what it would be like. How it would feel? How much would it hurt? Who would spank her, Mommy or Daddy? She expected the latter, but there was no way t be sure. They both had authority over her, and she knew, eventually, she'd get her bum spanked by both.<br/><br/>Celeste's self-preservation won out, though, because while, yes, she was curious. And, yes, she<em>loved</em>the idea of submitting herself to Mommy and Daddy's authority; she liked the idea of them having the power to discipline her as they saw fit. But Celeste wasn't a masochist. She didn't<em>like</em>pain. She just liked feeling . . . small. Besides, she<em>really</em>wanted dessert.<br/><br/>"I was only<em>asking.</em>" She muttered. Strictly speaking, of course, that was technically true. It was also true that little girls weren't<em>supposed</em>to question their Mommy and Daddy's orders! There was also the fact that Celeste had deliberately tried to circumvent a command her Mommy had given instead of obeying like she should have done. So, sure, there might have been a little more to it than simply asking a question. And by the way her face turned pink and the sheepish expression suddenly coming over her face, Celeste knew it. "I want my dessert." She whimpered. She wasn't even going to mention the<em>'S'</em>word. You know, just on the off chance Mar and Erin had forgotten that spankings were a thing.<br/><br/>Without another word, and avoiding looking at either woman--just in case they still weren't happy with her!--Celeste gathered up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen, where she rinsed them off. It took her all of one minute to do--not exactly worth the risk of getting her butt spanked<em>and</em>losing out on dessert, was it? Still, she hated washing dishes.<br/><br/>"Mommy." Celeste called out from the kitchen - she was asking Erin, because Erin was the one she'd disobeyed in the first place. Also, she suspected Erin wanted dessert just as much as she did! Definitely the right person to ask about this. "Can I have dessert<em>now</em>?" For no reason in particular, Celeste decided that she had more chance of getting her way if she asked from the kitchen than if she walked back to where her Mommy and Daddy were still seated. "I rinsed the dishes!" She hurriedly added, hoping to firm up her case.