<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9 pm.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Aroused<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>It all happened so quickly that even had Celeste wanted to protest the coming spanks, she would not have been able. Not, of course, that she actually would have tried to protest. A part of her had been looking forward to this, if only because she wanted to see what it would actually be like to be spanked, to be punished. Would it hurt more than she expected? Less? Would it turn her on? She had her suspicions what the answers to these questions would be, but reality didn't always turn out like her fantasies did.<br/><br/>Instinct guided her arms around Erin's waist, and she made no attempt to raise her head from the comfort of her Mommy's breasts. She knew what was coming, even before her dress was lifted to expose a pair of black cotton panties, but knowing what was coming was not the same as being ready for it. The first resounding<em>spanking</em>took her breath away. She squeezed Erin a little tighter, and just managed to catch her breath by the time the second spank bounced off her chubby little ass. She twisted, stamping one of her feet against the floor. This was hurting significantly more than she expected. It was hurting enough that, Celeste decided in that very moment, that she had no intention of ever deliberately earning herself a spanking, no matter how much the idea might turn her on. And it did turn her on; it turned her on to know that, moving forward, she would<em>actually</em>do her best to avoid punishments. It turned her on to feel this small, this submissive. Daddy and Mommy's little girl. Getting spanked.<br/><br/>And this, she knew, wasn't even a hard spanking. How much worse would the serious ones be? How much worse when she<em>really</em>crossed a line? The thought made the girl shudder, just as the third and final<em>spank</em>cracked down on her pudgy butt. "Ow! Daddy," she managed a quiet little whine when, finally, she rediscovered her voice. A moment later she was up, her skirt was down, and she was give her butt a vigorous rub. It helped to ease the sting but did nothing to soothe her pride, and as such she kept her mouth shut through the rest of the door, not so much because she was too embarrassed to speak but because she did<em>not</em>want to miss any further information that might earn her bum a few more sharp smacks.<br/><br/>By the time they'd reached her bedroom, though, the spanking was all but forgotten - except for a brief reminder when she sat down. But even that faded from her mind when Erin took up residence beside her. Celeste turned to face her and found her lips almost immediately claimed by the other woman's. She kissed back, parting her lips and submitting her mouth to Mommy's pleasure.<br/><br/>While they kissed, Celeste felt the bed shift beneath Mar's weight as the older woman occupied the space on the side opposite Erin. She reached back with one of her soft little hands and guided it upwards along Daddy's leg, from knee to the thigh and back to knee. She shivered from the ear-nibbling, but she didn't pull her own lips away from Erin's. Somehow, that seemed like a decision that wasn't hers to make. The kiss would end when Mommy decided it would end.<br/><br/>