<div class="floatleft">(https://images3.imgbox.com/f5/3d/rw8XRHgw_o.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Pool room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Furious!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Celeste<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar didn't respond to her little girl's wimpers any more. She had said her peace, now it was Celeste's turn to decide if she really was a good girl. For her part now Mar just held that steadfast gaze, with her icy blue eyes, and kept a firm hold on her daughter's hand. There was bound to be a bit more foot stomping, a bit more stance, but Mar knew she couldn't give an inch. Couldn't buckle, no matter how much she just wanted to give her little girl a big kiss and let it all blow over, believing that she'd never do it again.<br/><br/>But daddy couldn't do that to her little girl.<br/><br/>Despite continued vocal protests, and reminders that her little girl didn't want a spanking, a fact that Mar had no doubt in her mind was absolutely true, Celeste relented her position. The girl lowered herself below Mar's seated position. Mar let go of Celeste's hand, but gently slid that hand up her girl's arm so Celeste knew she was never out of hand. Once Celeste had her firm tummy draped over Mar's thighs, those sweet, perky tits, just hanging over the end of her leg, and her daughter's lovely ass, barely covered by her bikini bottoms, out and presented with perfect access for Mar's other hand, the older woman's fingers wrapped firm around the girl's shoulder.<br/><br/>"I know, baby."<br/>There were a million things going through her head right now: hurt, fear, remorse. But not the least of which, she wouldn't admit, was arousal. Oh if only these could have been different circumstances. If Celeste could have just came without permission, or something sexy like that, then it could be normal to be getting the slightest bit wet, having her little subby daughter draped over her knees and whining about getting her little bottom tanned. That was something she had been looking forward to. But this, this was a lot more emotional than her fantasy.<br/><br/><em>Thwack!</em><br/>Mar had raised her hand positioned behind Celeste, not wanting to draw it out any more, and took a good firm swing that landed square in the center of one of Celeste's cute cheeks, and sent and agonizingly erotic ripple across her ass. But she couldn't get caught up on that, this was a punishment. A real punishment, notna sexy one...well, not entirely anyway. So she lifted her hand and delivered the next firm spank to her girl's other cheek. Then two more. Two spanks for each cheek, until her ass was left with a softly glowing red outline of Mar's hand on each of her cheeks. With every spank the sound of Celeste's punishment echoed off the walls of the pool room.<br/><br/>When it was done, she gently placed her hand on the back of Celeste's thigh, letting the cool air kiss her stinging ass a little. "Ok, that's enough...Celeste, the last thing Mommy and I ever want to do is punish you. But even more, we don't want anything bad to happen to you. So we'll do whatever we have to to make sure you're safe...and if you hate us for it, that's just the way it will be. But it's because we love you that we make rules for you to follow…"<br/><br/>Using both arms to support her little wounded girl, she helped Celeste to sit up in her lap so that her little red butt was hanging over her legs instead of on them. Then she wrapped her arms around Celeste and pulled her into a tight, warm hug. "...I hope you understand that."