<div class="floatleft">(https://www.urbasm.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/06/Elizabeth-Turner-bikini.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 5th, morning.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By the Pool<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Very nervous<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The first<em>thwack</em>caught Celeste off-guard and produced an audible gasp from the pretty little princess. It was not the first spank she'd received; that had come her very first night together with Mar and Erin. But it was by far the most painful, even if it was nowhere near the limit of what she could take. It would take a lot to get here there. But that didn't make this pleasant.<br/><br/>"Daddy," she whimpered, wiggling her hips when she did. She even kicked her cute little feet a couple times. None of it helped, though, not with the pain and certainly not in preventing any further smacks from coming.<br/><br/>The second one produced a similar reaction to the first, except instead of a 'Daddy,' the girl whined something that wasn't quite a word. The third spank put her feet to kicking; the fourth earned another, "Daddy!" And this time, Celeste added, "It hurts!" She wasn't lying, either, even if this still was nowhere near her limit. It was, however, more painful than she had expected it to be. Later, she would come to appreciate that. So much of this relationship, after all, centred around her genuinely disliking the punishments she received. That's what drew her to this kind of relationship in the first place; it's what excited her about it. And if even these few spanks could produce the sort of pain that they had, what about ten? Twenty? forty? Right now, though, Celeste did<em>not</em>appreciate how much her butt was beginning to hurt. She just wanted it to be over!<br/><br/>One final spank did indeed bring it to end. Celeste squeaked, kicking her feet when it landed, and wiggling her ass - as if that might actually help with the pain. It didn't. But she kept trying, anyway, making those pink cheeks bounce and wobble when she did. Finally, though, she managed to settle down and lay still across her Daddy's lap, listening quietly to the stern but still affectionate words. They, as much as anything else, helped her calm the rest of the way down. Her bum still hurt, but at least she wasn't breathing quite so heavy anymore.<br/><br/>Once she'd settled herself into Mar's arms, she lowered her head down onto the other woman's shoulder and basked for a while in that loving embrace. "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, Daddy." She managed to whisper after a while.