Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)
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				Title: <strong>Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>25-06-2020, 22:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Erin and Mar's bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Groggy, happy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr>Celeste Sinclair had always been a heavy sleeper. She was more likely to sleep through a thunderstorm than she was to wake for her alarm. It had always been that way, and as she approached her 21st birthday, there were no signs of imminent change. So, the sweet little blonde neither twitched nor roused when Mar had to slip out of bed earlier that morning to head off into work. That was Daddy business, anyway - it didn't concern the younger girl. <br><br>What did concern Celeste were cuddles and affection. And luckily, there was another warm body in the bed next to her that could still provide those things. The girl was only half awake - probably less than half-awake - when she rolled over on the mattress to wrap her arms around Erin's body. She tucked her head next to the older woman's chin. Through the night, she'd been the centre of a snuggle sandwich, caught between Mar's strong form and Erin's more maternal figure. And what a wonderful, peaceful sleep it had been! The best that Celeste had known for months - maybe ever. <br><br>The girl <em>did</em> have her own bed and bedroom, of course. It was nice, too. Cozy but quaint, and well decorated. The bed was like lying on a white, fluffy cloud. But little Celeste was a cuddly sleeper; she loved the feel of her new Mommy and Daddy's warm bodies snuggled up next to her, keeping her safe. How long until the two of them had to actually <em>made</em> their little girl stay in her own bed at night? Celeste hoped that day would never come. But it might. Erin had explained, quite clearly, that sweet girls <em>had</em> to sleep in their own rooms - at least some of the time. This was all still so new and early, though. The house was unfamiliar, her surroundings strange. She loved it here, of course. But it <em>was</em> new. And new things, no matter how wonderful, were always frightening. She didn't want to be alone at night with all the unfamiliar sounds and strange new shadows dancing along the walls. She wanted to be with the two people who would always keep her safe.<br><br>Celeste had no idea what time it was - or even what had woken her entirely - when she blinked her eyes awake and found herself squeezed up against Erin's larger form. She smelled so good. She felt even better. The younger girl blinked her eyes a few times, murmured something sleepily, then gave a squeaky yawn. "Mommy." She whispered, and squeezed a little tighter. The younger girl was dressed in her jammies: a pair of pink, cotton shorts with a big, white heart stamped across the seat. Up top, she wore a plain, white tank-top that had an adorable little bear's face smiling on the chest. <br><br>"Where's Daddy?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>14-07-2020, 21:49:05</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> bedroom!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Cuddly as hell<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> daughter<br><hr><hr><br><br>Erin sighed softly as the darling little blond body pressed up against her. She shifted slightly, getting a better position to return the hug, and pulling her sweet darling Celeste tight against her. Nuzzling her head against her daughter's, she sighed again, so perfectly content and happy to have the little girl in her life. Erin hadn't been quite sure how it would work with the three of them in the bed, which was fortunately at least king sized. But the first two nights had been absolutely incredible. Celeste didn't seem to be a fussy sleeper at all, which was really good. And it was fulfilling in a way that Erin found impossible to describe having the little girl between her and Mar. They were a family, mommy wife and daddy wife and the little darling blond woman who had come from nowhere to claim their hearts and complete their home. <br><br><br>And oh goddess was the little darling so adorable! Erin found herself fascinated by every little movement and squeak and extra bit of cuteness. Celeste was finally getting the life and care she needed, and that warmed the redheads heart. Of course, being called Mommy by her new little lover and daughter warmed her heart and things significantly lower.<br><br>Rolling on top of the girl, holding her beautiful face firmly in both of her elegant but calloused hands, Erin pressed her lips hard to Celeste's, claiming the little sweeties mouth. But then she smiled, shifting so she was still on top, but definitely cuddling instead of possessing.<br><br>"Daddy loves you very much, but she has some work-related stuff to get done today. She'll be back soon enough. I figured we could take you shopping, get you some more dresses." Being so attached to her job, the museum curator had plenty of vacation time saved up. She was using quite a bit of it for the next couple of weeks to make sure Celeste got settled into their home perfectly. She didn't want the girl to feel lost or neglected or abandoned, but loved and cared for and protected. Soon enough they would settle into their everyday routines, but for now she was going to be here and spoil the girl.<br><br>Erin had selected a few things that she had found and couldn't resist, pretty dresses and outfits that she was pretty sure would fit her little daughter. But Erin wanted her to have plenty outfits for every occasion, from the casual shorts and t-shirts the girl liked at home, to the fanciest of ball gowns to make the little girl feel like a princess.<br><br>"So you're stuck with my cooking for breakfast." She laughed, hugging the girl a little tighter. Mommy wasn't a bad cook, but she tended to stick to simple things with simple ingredients, a relic of so many meals cooked over campfire s or travel stoves. "What would you like for breakfast my little love?"<br><br>She made no move to get off the girl, completely comfortable in her position.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 09:13:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Erin and Mar's bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited, feisty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste did not like mornings, and neither did her stubborn body, which showed its disapproval by refusing to move and react the way it normally did. Worse, everything around her seemed to happen so much faster than it should have done. No. Mornings were not Celeste's friend. As such, she hardly noticed her Mommy's movement until the older woman lay directly on top of her. Celeste blinked. Then she giggled. Perhaps she could forgive her morning sluggishness just this once. After all, she did not mind having Erin on top of her like this. In fact, she could think of no better way to get through the normally torturous few minutes of the morning. <br><br>A kiss to wake Sleeping Beauty. Just like a fairy-tale. And she found herself grinning up at the redhead when their lips parted. <br><br>Celeste then yawned a squeaky little yawn, and settled her hand hands, soft and small, upon the older woman's hips. Though they'd only been together a couple days, she had already become more comfortable around Mar and Erin than she had any other two people she'd ever met. No doubt a part of that came from their somewhat lengthy courting period online and over the phone. But Celeste liked to think that it had more to do with the fact that they three were made for each other, a family by love if not by blood. <br><br>"Shopping? Really?" She asked, the sleepiness suddenly gone from her voice, replaced by girlish excitement. Her grin grew a little wider. She knew, of course, that part of this arrangement included Mommy and Daddy spoiling their little princess. They promised to take care of all her needs, including her clothing, her food, her school supplies, and even her tuition. All of that, of course, came with one serious condition: Celeste should never feel like she was being bribed into this, or bought. And she didn't. She would have been happy to be a part of their family, <em>her</em> family, without any spoiling at all. To her, that part was just a bonus. And, perhaps, it did make this feel a little more like a <em>real</em> family. After all, it was a Mommy and Daddy's job to take care of their little girl; it was their little girl's job to . . . well, be their little girl who never had to worry about how she'd pay for school. <br><br>"Wait, you're going to cook?" Celeste asked suddenly, wrinkling her nose. Then she giggled again, and pinched the side of her Mommy's butt. Not too hard, but Erin would definitely feel the sting. One thing both women were very quickly learning: they had themselves a very feisty little submissive. "Maybe we should just eat out . . ." Then, to make <em>sure</em> Erin knew she was joking, Celeste lifted her face to press a soft kiss to the other woman's sweet lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>01-10-2020, 19:52:58</strong>
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				<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> Home<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste <br><br><hr><hr><br>The day had been particularly wonderful so far. She had woken up early enough to admire her two favorite ladies still clung together in the master bed. She had time to enjoy a cup of dark roast, still smelling the aroma of their night before on her skin, mixing with the warmth of the coffee made her senses come alive. Then she started making breakfast.<br>Mar had always fantasized about her wife and daughter waking to the smell of her food. Coming downstairs in robes and pj's, sleep in their eyes and tummies rumbling. That's what cooking was after all, making those you care about most, happy. So when she saw that very fantasy come true she just beamed over her cast iron pan.<br>"Ok sleepy heads, come and get it!"<br><br>The breakfast spread was full and hearty. Mar may have even gone a little overboard on the amount of food she had made, but she was excited, and knew ultimately none of it would go to waste. But in spite of the amount of food she made, the kitchen was mostly clean behind her. Growing up with just a dad and older brothers meant she had to be good at cleaning while she cooked, otherwise her kitchen was just left a mess. So as they finished eating, Mar just let the other two know to "Just leave your dishes to soak in the sink, I'll get to them later."<br><br>She knew Erin had work today, so she gave her wife a kiss, and let her go off to get ready. Then she turned to their little girl, wearing a grin on her face that said trouble was on the way.<br>"Well I hope you got all fueled up, sweetheart, because you have a little chores to do today too." <br>She said as she moved to Celeste and put her arm around the girl's waist.<br>"Mommy has to go to work today, and I have to run a quick errand at the bistro, so I'll clean up the kitchen then do that, and by then you should be all done, and we'll do something fun together." She explained, hugging Celeste's hips in close to her as she led the way to the window.<br><br>"See the flower beds? You get to pull the weeds today… I know, it's not fun. But the fresh air and sunshine will be good for you. If you're done by the time I get home, I'll have a special treat for you." She told her little girl with a playful wink.<br>"There's some gloves and a weeding tool in the garage. Now run upstairs and get dressed." She even capped off the directions with a little swat on Celeste's shapely little butt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>02-10-2020, 08:54:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/cln9fe2n5v421.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 1, 9 pm.<br><strong>Location:</strong> By the Pool<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Relaxed, sleepy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Like she'd done each of the past few days since her arrival in her new home with her new family, Celeste awoke in a tangle of limbs and hair. Erin's. And her own. Mar, she discovered, was the early riser of the family. Not that Celeste ever actually saw Daddy get up, despite having spent decidedly little time in her bedroom and even less in her own bed since arriving. She suspected that would change sooner or later, at the very latest with the start of the school year. But she didn't concern herself with that. Such was the freedom of being the family's little girl - the only things she had to worry about were doing what she was told to do and accepting the consequences when she didn't. And except for a small hiccup on their first night, sweet Celeste had given her Mommy and Daddy no reason to show her what those consequences might be. <br><br>Still half-asleep, Celeste dragged herself out of bed and down into the kitchen where her Erin and Mar were already waiting. They ate slowly, chatted some, though Celeste mostly limited herself to one- or two-word answers. Such a departure from her normal, chatty self! But mornings were not her friend. Besides, she liked to savour Daddy's cooking as much as she could. Mar was, in Celeste's opinion, the best chef in the entire world; though they'd only been together a few short days, <em>this</em> little girl was already supremely proud of her Daddy!<br><br>After the meal, Celeste was grateful to put her dishes in the sink without needing to wash them. She did not like cleaning dishes, especially not in the morning. After hugging Mommy goodbye and wishing her a good day, Celeste rubbed her eyes and was just about to announce her intention to go to the living where she planned to watch TV for a good few hours while her sleepy brain got ready for the day. But Daddy spoke before she could and was guiding them over toward a window that looked out onto the yard. Celeste didn't resist. She was too tired. And, well, Daddy was Daddy.<br><br>"But . . .," the girl spoke, once her groggy mind had put the pieces together of what Mar was instructing her to do. She stared out at the flower bed - it did look pretty - then turned and craned her neck to peer up at the older woman. "Don't we have a gardener?" She asked. Already it was <em>we.</em> It had not taken them long to become a family. Not, of course, that they still didn't all three of them have some growing to do. And learning. But Celeste felt at home with Mar and Erin, at home like she had never felt before. As such, she didn't feel out of place stamping her foot and complaining about the order. She was not, after all, a guest in this house. She was in her <em>home.</em> Still, arguing with Daddy didn't some like the smartest thing to do. Instead, she just frowned, turned her gaze back out the window and muttered. "Fine." <br><br>They discussed the details, and Celeste grumpily nodded along to Mar's instructions, then after making sure to remind Daddy about the promised treat if she finished first, Celeste turned to head upstairs, hurried along by the smack to her butt, where she could change and get this over with. Pulling weeds did not sound like a thing she wanted to do.<br><br>As it turned out, she was right. A few weeds in, Celeste realized that <em>this</em> was so much worse than doing dishes. For 10 or 15 minutes, she baked beneath the sun until her skin glistened with sweat; her knees ached, too, and even her fingers were starting to complain. Worst of all, she wasn't even half done. "This is stupid." She grumbled, throwing her gloves and the weeding tool on the ground in front of her and standing up. Arching her back, she stretched out the kinks in her muscles, rubbed her aching knees, and she looked up into the cloudless sky where a blazing sun mocked her with its heat. And then she remembered they had a pool. <br><br>It only took her a minute or so of internal deliberation to conclude that she was fully within her rights to take a break, maybe stop for the day entirely. Daddy hadn't said she had to finish. Had she? Yes. Well, Celeste reasoned, that was only because Mar didn't realize how hot it was outside. If she'd known, she certainly wouldn't have made her little girl slave away outdoors beneath that merciless sun! Knowing that wasn't true, Celeste decided to believe it anyway, and bounded back inside, changed into a bathing suit, and found her way down into the pool room a few minutes later. She lay out a towel next to the pool, sat down upon it, and let her feet dangle in the cool water. She knew, of course, she wasn't supposed to be down here without letting someone know. But, Celeste reasoned, that really only applied if she actually for a swim or sat in the hot tub or sauna. Nothing could happen to her just dangling her feet in the water. So, she wasn't really disobeying. <br><br>"Ten minutes." She told herself. Then she'd go back outside. She pulled her feet out of the water and lay back on her towel, closed her eyes, and within moments sleep had taken her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>03-10-2020, 02:29:01</strong>
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				<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 would watch her little girl pout her way back upstairs to change with a little smirk on her face and a slow shake of her head. Was she like that when she was young? Did every parent think that at some point? <br>When Celeste disappeared upstairs Mar got to work on the kitchen, cleaning everything that was still sitting out, loading up the dishwasher, and making sure everything was back in its proper place. When she was done the kitchen was once again immaculate, just the way she liked her space. Then it was time to get herself ready. <br><br>A quick shower and she dressed herself in her typical fashion: old band t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Then she was off to take care of the little bit of her own work, at the bistro.<br>"I'll be home before long, sweetie…" she called up to Celeste on her way out. Then she was out the door and heading down the road, absolutely sure that their good little girl would get her chores done like she was told.<br><br>Fortunately her work at the bistro was just a few phone calls and signing some checks. It really hadn't taken too long at all, and then she was making her way back out to her car. Next was a stop at the market. She wanted to snuggle up with Celeste and watch a movie, two if Erin was up for it when she got home. What better way to do that than with a big bowl of piping hot, homemade, kettle corn! She loaded her kart up with all the ingredients they would need, along with any other drinks and snacks that looked good. Then it was a quick checkout, and back in her car to head home.<br><br>When she parked in the garage she expected to see the gardening gloves and weeding tool put away, to show that Celeste had finished her work. When she didn't see them part of her wondered if the weeding had been too big a chore for Celeste. After all, she hadn't wanted her little girl sweating away in the hot sun all day long. But when she put her bags in the kitchen and went around to the back yard to check on her, she found the gloves and tool discarded in the dirt, along with plenty of unpulled weeds. Now Daddy's lips were pursed with mild irritation. <br><br>Celeste must have decided to take a break and watch tv, so she went to the den to check the couch, but the young blonde was nowhere to be found. She checked her bedroom next, wondering if she had decided to take a nap. But there was no little girl curled up in her bed. Although based on the clothes she had been wearing, being left sitting around, and no sign of the shower being on, Mar had an idea of where her little girl was. Now any humor in the situation was replaced by growing into frustration. <br><br>When she found Celeste, the girl was indeed napping, on a towel, right next to the pool! <br>Any other day the sight of the beautiful young woman laying out by the pool in her cute little swimsuit, would have been way too good of an invitation to pass up. She might even have woken up her little girl by sitting on her face right there. But today she found her daughter slacking off on her chores, deliberately going to the pool without telling anyone, and even falling asleep where she could have rolled in and drowned herself! Mar was nearly beat red as she took up her position standing right above young Celeste. Her hands balled into fists, and folded tight over her chest. It was time to wake their little girl up…<br><br>"CELESTE SINCLAIR! What on EARTH do you think you're doing, young lady!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>05-10-2020, 09:28:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/cln9fe2n5v421.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 5th, morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool Rooom<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste awoke with a start to find herself staring up at her Daddy's by-now familiar face. Only the expression that it wore was one that she had not yet seen; Mar did <em>not</em> look happy. Nor did she sound happy, Celeste realized, recalling the stern voice that had penetrated her dreams through the veil of sleep. It took her some time to understand why, but even as she searched her memory for what might have caused her Daddy's displeasure, the younger woman did not dare take her eyes off the raging pair staring back at her. She did not need to have seen this side of Mar before to know that that would be a grave mistake; instinct told her that much, at least. <br><br>It was when she started to push herself up into a sitting position and her left hand - instead of finding solid ground upon which to push - plunged into the water beside her that she understood Mar's mood. Everything came back to her in that one, shocking moment, and the blood drained from her face when it did. Except for her cheeks - those turned pink. Sitting the rest of the way up, Celeste gathered her knees to her chest and lowered her face until everything below her eye-line would be hidden from her Daddy's stern gaze. She peered up at the other woman like that, knowing well that she was in trouble - as much for being down here without permission than as the chores outside that she'd left undone. She wondered if Mar even know about that yet. <br><br>"I fell asleep." She whispered, not knowing what else to say. Strange, so strange, that she had fantasized about this moment so many times before in the past. Even before she knew the Sinclair's, she'd fantasized about this, about being a little girl getting herself into trouble. Then, it had been a woman conjured from her own imagination who chastised her; more recently, it had been Mar or Erin, sometimes both - Daddy and Mommy. But now that the moment was here, that she was actually confronted with the reality of it, she did not feel nearly so excited as she had in her fantasies. That, of course, was the point. And no doubt, she'd appreciate it later. Right now, though, all she could think was that she was in big, big trouble, and that this was <em>not</em> a fun place to be. She wasn't afraid, exactly. <br><br>Neither Mar nor Erin frightened her, not even a little bit, unless one were to count a healthy level of respect for them and their dominance as fear. But Celeste did not count that. What she did feel, however, was very, very submissive. And very small. She felt, Celeste would later realize when the butterflies in her stomach had calmed down, was that she felt very much like Daddy's little girl, who just so happened to be in a whole lot of trouble. <br><br>"I didn't mean to." She added, just as quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>07-10-2020, 08:47:03</strong>
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				<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's eyes were alight with a white hot mixture of fear overpowered by concern and anger, and if Celeste thought that was bad, the way Mar's lips pursed into a thin white line, when her hand dipped into the pool water, would be many times worse. Sure, in the reality of things, it was just an accidental slip of the hand into the water. But through Daddy's eyes, that slip opened up a world of possibilities all too horrible to mention.<br><br>What if she hadn't been here, and Celeste had spilled into the water and twisted her arm, or hit her head? What if she had still been asleep when she accidentally slipped into the water? She could have tried to take in a sudden breath, and gulped a mouthful of water into her lungs, and nobody would have even known about it!<br>The very thought made her sick to her stomach. Though even that feeling was burned away as her little girl offered her pathetic excuse. <br>"Yeah, ya sure did." She responded in a strong, commanding tone.<br><br>It was hard to think of this all as a game. Some kind of fetishy fun that they had all agreed upon. Sure she knew that this was a role she was playing, that now it was her job as Daddy to punish her little girl. But right now her emotions were just a game. This wasn't a role she was playing. These feelings were real! This fear, this relief, this frustration, this anger! It was all very real, and she needed to make sure this lesson wasn't lost on her precious little girl. <br><br>So no sooner had Celeste offered her pathetic attempt to quell her Daddy's wrath, than Mar dropped the command on her daughter's head.<br>"On your feet, missy….NOW!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>08-10-2020, 23:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/cln9fe2n5v421.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong><br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 5th, morning.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Pool Rooom<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste stared up at the older woman with a mixture of great regret and great fear in her big, blue eyes. No. Not fear. She didn't <em>fear</em> Mar. It was more like a realization, for the very first time, that there was a very, very big difference between <em>Daddy</em> and <em>Little Girl</em>. She'd always known that there was, of course. Mar and Erin were the dominant members of the household; they were in charge; Celeste was not. They'd all agreed to it; they all wanted it. This was, after all, the basis of their relationship. There had even been a few glimpses of it over the past few days, but those had mostly been fun and games.<br><br><em>This,</em> Celeste knew, was no game. And it certainly wasn't any fun. There was a very big difference, she was beginning to see, between knowing something as a fact and experiencing first hand. Mar was her Daddy; she'd known that for days now, and she knew on a factual level what it meant. But now, right now, she was <em>experiencing</em> what it meant. <br><br>Strange how, in her fantasies about this moment, she imagined herself pretending to make a fuss, stamping her foot, until reluctantly, inevitably, accepting her punishment, whatever it turned out to be. But in her fantasies, she was only doing it because it fit her role. Little girl's weren't <em>supposed</em> to just accept their punishments; it didn't work that. So, she'd play up her role. She'd make a fuss, not because she was actually worried about the punishment to come, but because it was what she was expected to do.<br><br>Now, though, when it was really happening, sweet Celeste found that she had no interest in playing a role. But she <em>was</em> worried about what was going to happen next. And she fully intended to make a fuss. At least, she wanted to. But Mar's gaze and the tone in her voice brooked no argument. Celeste knew she had to obey. And yet, she found that she frozen where she sat, except for the little jump over the firmness of her Daddy's command. <br><br>"I'm sorry." She finally whimpered, and for a moment buried her eyes in her knees as if that would make her and all of her problems disappear. When, after a second or two passed like that, she lifted her head to find Daddy's stern gaze still locked upon her, Celeste realized that she wasn't getting out of this. Still, she held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe, all they'd do this time was talk about it. After all, she'd never been in trouble before this. Everyone got at least one warning, right?<br><br>She knew that wasn't true, but she forced herself to believe as, very slowly, she pushed herself up onto her feet. Once standing, she found that the floor was a much easier thing to look at than Mar's eyes. So, it was at the floor that she stared. "I won't do it again." She whispered, shifting nervously from foot to foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>15-10-2020, 00:31:59</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> bedroom! To kitchen.<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Cuddly as hell, stern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> daughter<br><hr><hr><br>Erin laughed slightly, nodding. "Yes, shopping. I figured it would be a lovely little bit of Mommy daughter bonding time. Mar, bless her, just doesn't shop the same way I do. Or even in the same sections usually. So I've been looking forward to this trip for weeks!" Grinning fit to match the joy in her daughter's face, she lighly stroked that amazing blonde hair. Erin and Mar could both pay for their lifestyle out of either one of their incomes... Adding them together just meant they had plenty of funds left over. Any expenses for Celeste weren't at all a burden... With the one condition that the sweetest little girl never act entitled to or demanding of their money. Erin and Mar had screened out any potential gold diggers with extreme prejudice, not wanting to put up with any of that bullshit for a second, or worse... Falling in love with a girl who turned out to be in it just for the money. Nothing killed a relationship faster than money issues. But she simply wasn't worried about Celeste. The girl was too sweet, too pure to be grubbing for an easy life. She needed help, she needed raising, care, attention. Love. Money could buy a lot of stuff, but never love, or genuine feelings. And&nbsp; Erin was happy to provide that, thrilled to see her new daughter thrive and grow and blossom, even just in a few days together. <br><br>Of course, not all childish behavior was to be tolerated, no matter how much she loved Celeste's ageplay side and sillyness, or how she wanted her daughter to be free to play with her family. So there was a sudden sharp swat on the college girls butt, and a small frown on Mommy's face. "We do not pinch people, sweetie. It's not ok. It's very rude, do you understand?" There was sternness in the tone, but no anger or viciousness. Bad behavior had to be corrected, but bad behavior should never make Celeste herself feel any less valued or loved. Erin's heart would break if she crushed any of her beloved daughter's spirit. <br><br>"Nope, my cooking, your cooking, or cereal." She said dryly. "I know Daddy spoils you, but I was thinking about bacon pancakes with a little bit of birthday cake mix added in... Terrible, huh?" She teased, allowing the girl to kiss her, leaning into the kiss. "Mm. Thank you sweetie."<br><br>The redhead pulled her daughter lover out of bed, wrapping an arm around Celeste's waist as they meandered to the kitchen. Erin actually had a couple of pots and pans of her own, because Mar sometimes claimed Erin didn't 'use them right', whatever that meant. <em> Let's see if Celeste remembers to set the table like Mommy and Daddy told her...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>19-10-2020, 19:06:02</strong>
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				<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>There was no denying Mar was mad. But she wasn't just mad. She was hurt, she was scared, she was betrayed… and when her little girl tucked her face into her knees and told her she was sorry, she was heartbroken. It was devastating to see her little girl look so sad and helpless. The worst part was, she was sure that she meant it! She knew that if she just gave Celeste a stern talking to, she would learn her lesson, and never disobey them again.<br>But she also knew she couldn't do that.<br><br>Mar knew, as she looked down on her sweet little girl, with that regret in her eyes as she looked at the floor, that if she let this slide now there was no going back. There would be no consideration for the consequences for breaking the rules. Their little pet, their little girl, would never have respect for them again, and she couldn't let that happen.<br>Steadying her resolve Mar knew what had to be done...hopefully it wouldn't sting too much.<br><br>The older woman took a step toward her little girl and wrapped her long arms around her, pulling Celeste into a tight hug. "Oh, sweetie, you know we just care about you so much…" then she drew away only slightly, bringing one hand to Celeste's chin to gently lift her face until their eyes met.<br>"...I know it won't happen again." But how she knew that would be up to Celeste's imagination, as Mar took her little girl's hand and led her to one of the poolside lounge chairs. Then Daddy let go of Celeste's hand and sat down. Then, looking up to meet her little girl's eyes again, that lack of humor still on her gaze as she patted her knee.<br><br>"C'mon baby, down here, over my knee...this will be an important lesson for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>20-10-2020, 09:09:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Erin and Mar's bedroom<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Groggy, happy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste giggled at Erin's assessment of Mar as a shopping-companion. It did not surprise the younger woman one bit, and she nodded her understanding. "Daddy dresses like a boy." An observation, perhaps even a playful tease, but it was not an insult - Erin would know that as much from Celeste's giggly tone as from their early discussions, when the three of them were still deciding online if they might be a match. This pretty little blonde had a very serious <em>thing</em> for tomboys. It was just fun to tease, especially with Erin - they were the two 'girls' of the family, and Mar was the tom<em>boy</em>. <br><br>Not all teasing, however, was acceptable in her new home. Celeste knew that, of course - they'd discussed the house rules and gone over all that was expected of her. But she was still very much getting used to her new role and what it actually meant to be these two wonderful women's live-in submissive; their little girl; their daughter. So, when the spank came, it shocked the giggly smile right off Celeste's face. She stared at her Mommy with those big, blue eyes of hers and quickly nodded her. "Yes," she said in her smallest voice, then quickly buried her face in the crook of Erin's neck, as if to hide herself from any further 'lessons.' Not that she would remain meek for long. Celeste never did. She had too much personality.<br><br>And too much energy.<br><br>"I don't wanna cook." Celeste announced, rolling over to the edge of the bed with Erin's assistance where she could sit up and get up. "So, we'll have to do with yours." Giggling, she kissed Erin one more time. "Bacon pancakes sound nommy." <br><br>By the time they'd reached the kitchen, Celeste's morning grogginess seemed to have worn enough almost completely. She was not a morning person, not even a little bit. But these past few days, she'd been far too excited to care about that. She sat down at what was now <em>her</em> spot at the table and waited. If she had any inclination that she was forgetting something, she did not show it. "Where are we going to go shopping first?" She wondered. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>20-10-2020, 09:24:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/cln9fe2n5v421.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>Staring up at her approaching Daddy, into those stern-but-loving eyes, Celeste bit down on her lip but did not recoil. For one thing, she knew even this early on that fleeing from Daddy's displeasure would <em>not</em> be a good idea. But more than that, the very idea of running from Mar seemed ridiculous to her. This was her lover, her dominant, her protector and caretaker. She would run <em>to</em> Mar but never retreat from her, not even when she knew that she was in very, very big trouble. <br><br>So, she didn't resist being pulled to her feet. Not, she realized in that moment, that she even could have if she wanted. It was always obvious to her that Mar, and probably Erin too but Mar especially, was far the stronger between the two of them. But there was a big difference between knowing and <em>feeling</em>. Suddenly, Celeste felt very <em>little</em> indeed. She leaned into the hug, grateful for the older woman's embrace. And she ever dared to hope that maybe, just maybe this was it. Mar had verbally chastised her. Now it was over. Until . . . <br><br><em>'I know it won't happen again.'</em><br><br>Such innocent words to have the effect they did on the squirmy little blonde. She peered up into her Daddy's gaze and gave a tiny little shake of her head. But Mar seemed not to notice. And Celeste whimpered aloud as she danced nervously toward the lounge chair where Daddy took them. She did not know what was happening, only that it was not going to be pleasant.<br><br>Even when Mar took her seat, Celeste refused to accept in her mind what was beginning to become very clear. A spanking. Her <em>first</em> real spanking. But she wouldn't believe it; she didn't want a spanking. She wanted to go outside and door her chores! She wanted to tell Mar these things, but her tongue was frozen to the roof of her mouth. So, instead, she silently stared down at the older woman, bouncing from foot to foot, and awaited the words that she knew were coming.<br><br>"But <em>Daddy,</em>" Celeste whined and stamped her barefoot against the ground when she did. "I promise, I'll go do my chores right now! And . . . I'll never come down here again without asking. Please. Can't it just be a warning this time?" She pleaded, her tone several pitches higher than it normally was, and doubting it would do any good. But she had to try. For her butt's sake, she had to try. "Please." She pouted out once last time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>23-10-2020, 14:17:53</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> bedroom! To kitchen.<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Cuddly as hell, stern<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> daughter<br><hr><hr><br><br><br>It was hard to resist how adorable Celeste could be. And in truth, Erin didn't try to resist all that often. She enjoyed the young woman's enthusiasm, her perky silliness, and the fact that she was very much in love with the young lady. Celeste just fit into their family surprisingly easily, filling needs all three women had. The three of them just flowed together in ways that the redhead had only experienced previously with her wife. "Yes, daddy does dress like a boy." She laughed, once again playing with Celeste's gorgeous hair. She loved her wife with all her heart, but the redhead was still very glad to have a beautiful little femme girl available for makeup and dresses and, well all that girly stuff. Erin didn't really have anyone else to indulge her lipstick tastes with. it was one reason she was always so dressed up when she could, letting a side of her that didn't get out much have free reign. Sweet little Celeste probably didn't realize the true extents to which her new Mommy was planning to use her as a dress up doll.<br><br>Running her hands through the little blonde's hair, petting her daughter, the older woman hugged her little baby girl close. "Mommy isn't mad, my little love. I know you'll learn your lesson. Whenever mommy and daddy have to punish you, it's because we need you to learn to be the best girl you can. We love you and we support you and we know how much you need discipline and consistent rules." Kissing her girls forehead, she smiled. "we both love you very much and are more glad than we can say that you've become our daughter."<br><br>Erin held on to the kiss for a moment before letting the little college sweetie go. "Mhmhm, just remember it's always an option for me to make you cook if Daddy isn't here." She grinned, enjoying their teasing.... and the amount of control Mommy and Daddy had over their beautiful little submissive girl. "So always think of that before you tease Mommy about her cooking skills."<br><br>Erin got out her frying pan and set it on the stove, turning the heat on low and tossing multiple strips of bacon in with a sizzle. It warmed her heart to see how easily Celeste adapted to life with her parents. The girl deserved so much love and care, and Erin hated that she hadn't gotten it... But her and Mar would do their best to make up for the lack. "First, the silverware drawer." She said dryly, pointedly. <br><br>"After breakfast, we'll do some dress shopping and we need to go to the grocery store. I can't wait to see all the pretty little things we're going to try on!" Yes, Erin had feelings about outfits.<br><br>Letting the bacon cook for a while, she got out a mixing bowl and added some pancake mix, a bit of milk and cream and eggs and butter, and, as promised, rainbow sprinkle birthday cake mix for that little extra kick. Placing the bowl in front of her beloved little daughter, she handed the girl a big spoon. "Stir that up for me my love, and don't eat any of the batter. You can lick the spoon when I'm all done with the cooking, but if you eat too much of the raw stuff it'll make your tummy hurt."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>01-11-2020, 02:38:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Happy, hungry<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Erin<br><hr><hr>Remembering that old saying, If you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all, Celeste decided to refrain from offering any more comments on her Mommy's cooking skills. Not that she really disliked the food that Erin made. But Mar did set the bar incredibly high. Besides, it was fun to tease, and it was fun to see how far she could take it before another one of those sharp smacks found her butt. They hurt, but she found that she liked them, not for the pain they gave but for the reminder of her submissive role in this new family of hers. Mommy and Daddy's little girl. Thinking of that still made her squirm. <br><br>What <em>did</em> earn a response was the not-so-subtle reminder that it was her duty to set the table. She hated doing it. "Fine." She groaned, and with exaggerated effort dragged herself out of her chair and stomped over towards the silverware drawer. She retrieved two forks, two spoons, and two butter knives, shoved the drawer - a little harder than it needed - shut with her hip, then went to the cupboards where the plates and glasses were kept. Daddy had once warned her about trying to carry too much at one time. But Celeste decided she'd rather risk a spanking that be forced to make <em>two</em> whole trips. Or worse, three!<br><br>So, balanced precariously in her hands, she carried two plates, two glasses, and all their silverware back to the table. A trip she'd made several times already since moving in, and never once had she dropped anything. Daddy was just silly and overcautious. Celeste set everything down on the table, Mommy's things in Mommy's place and Celeste's things in her own place. Nothing was arranged exactly right - Erin's glass was on the left side of her plate; Celeste's was on the right; and their cutlery was dropped right in the middle of their plates. But it was all there.<br><br>"I don't want to go to the grocery store." She announced very simply, as if her not wanting to go would mean they wouldn't go. The grocery store was boring. Mommy could do that on her time. Clothes shopping, on the other hand . . . "Oooh, lots of dresses! Can I get some new bathing suits, too?" She wondered aloud, while taking the offered spoon. For a moment, she stared at it, as if considering it might be worth the risk of both an upset tummy and a smacked butt to sneak a little taste. It wasn't, she decided after a couple seconds, and began to stir, somewhat erratically. Celeste's focus had a tendency to wander. <br><br>And her patience never lasted very long.<br><br>"When's it gonna be ready?" She asked, staring into the bowl and licking her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>01-11-2020, 15:21:49</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; kitchen.<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Mildly irritated, but not upset. Yet<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> daughter<br><hr><hr><br>Erin looked over at her daughter, attention caught by all the drama. "Sweetie, being fussy about it doesn't help anything. Some things just have to be done, and you can accept that and do it without complaint, or be all worked up about it and make it even less fun." Her attention wasn't on the chores fully, needing to focus on the cooking, so she missed the precarious stacking. Good thing little Celeste didn't drop anything.... But of course, there was something Erin didn't need to see to guess what her daughter had slacked off on this time. "Did everything go in the proper place, darling?"<br><br>Looking over her shoulder at the girl, she raised an eyebrow. "Me neither, but it has to be done. And it's a family thing, Mommy daughter bonding. I know Daddy can magic up a good meal with two almonds, some eggs, and bread, but food still has to be gotten. And I'm certainly not going to leave you here to get in god knows what kind of trouble. You're going to help Mommy like a good girl, yes?"<br><br>She smiled, looking at her new daughter with such a happy little expression. She was most definitely looking forward to the shopping as well. "Yes, I think we can pick you out a couple of swimsuits as well." She grinned teasingly. "Going to pick out something skimpy and try to entice Mommy and Daddy into giving you swimming pool kisses and touching?" Yes, Erin knew her daughter pretty well already. <br><br>Bacon was almost done, flipped and soon ready for the batter. "Stir until it doesn't have any lumps in it, and the pancakes will be done in a few minutes after that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>02-11-2020, 00:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Dancing between boredom and excitement. But very happy.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>In her past life, Celeste would have considered Erin's words and been forced to begrudgingly accept their logic. The power of positive thinking, or something like that. Make the most of what life gives you. But Celeste was no longer restricted by her past self. Logic was just an annoying little thing that her Mommy and Daddy could worry themselves about it. Not her. So she didn't. She heard her Mommy's words and decided they were silly. Not that she would ever dare say that out loud. But she would think it, and she would continue to fuss about the things that she didn't want to do. It didn't take her long to finish, though, so there wasn't too much foot-dragging or grumbling. <br><br>Except that just when she thought she was done, Mommy had to ask her Mommy question. Celeste frowned, but she didn't respond, choosing instead to mumble her way back to the table, wondering the whole time if mothers around the world really did have some special ability to see <em>everything</em> that happened in their homes. She straightened all the cutlery and put the glasses in their proper place, before returning, in a much better mood now that she really was done with the boring stuff, to stirring the pancake mix.<br><br>"I don't get into trouble by myself." She explained to Erin. It wasn't a lie, not really, because sweet Celeste totally believed it! Whether or not she was right, however, was an entirely different story. Nevertheless, she didn't press the issue, because she didn't actually want to be left here while Mommy went off shopping. What she wanted was for them to spend all day shopping for clothes and other fun things, leaving the groceries to get themselves. "Yes. I'll help you, Mommy." She conceded at last. Then added, in a very serious tone, "I have to make sure you get things that I like." A few tasty treats, Celeste decided, would make grocery shopping worthwhile. <br><br>At Erin's comment about her picking out skimpy bikinis, Celeste wiggled her hips and turned to grin over her shoulder at the other woman. "Maybe." She shrugged, and that was all she had to say about that. After one more butt-wiggle, she turned back to the pancake batter and her task.<br><br>"What do we do with this after I'm done stirring?" She asked, genuinely curious. Daddy had promised to teach her a few things about cooking, but in the couple days of this new arrangement of theirs, that hadn't really happened yet. Continuing to stir, she peered back over her shoulder at Erin. "I can't see anymore lumps, Mommy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>03-11-2020, 02:07:02</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; kitchen.<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, eager, naughty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> daughter love<br><hr><hr><br><br>"Thank you sweetheart, I appreciate you helping with the chores." Erin smiled over her shoulder at the beautiful little blonde.<br><br>The redhead had to chuckle at her new daughter's assertation. She really admired celeste's ability to say such things with a straight face. Her daughter was just so darn cute it was easy to believe her, while still knowing that such a little girl would inevitably get into trouble somehow. Never mind that she was 20 and in college. the poor dear just didn't have enough parenting to be trusted by herself yet. And she had to fight back a giggle at her daughter's super serious tone, and the ulterior motive not the least bit hidden for deciding to go to the grocery store. "Well, we certainly won't ever force you to eat anything you absolutely can't stand." Which of course left plenty of room for making the girl eat something like salad, or at least trying new things. Erin very deliberately did not try to picture whatever poor Celeste survived on before she got adopted into her new little happy family. But still, she would probably let the girl get a treat. <em>I wonder if she's going to fuss in the grocery store. I bet she does. Can't wait to see the look on her face when I surprise her for that sort of behavior...</em><br><br>Mommy laughed delightedly, so very amused by Celeste. "I love you so much my beautiful little girl." She said softly, her heart felt feelings clear in every word. Erin moved over to slide an arm around her daughter's waist, holding her in position for a kiss, enjoying the priceless feeling of their relationship and love and unusual family. Her voice absolutely full of mischief, she moved her lips to the girl's ear to whisper... "Just so you know, Mommy and Daddy love to use cute little girls just like you in their snug little bottoms." Mommy patted her little girls butt, not the least bit soothingly, especially with that look of lust and anticipation in her eyes.<br><br>Taking a look at the pancake mixture, she kissed Celeste on the forehead. "Perfect. Come over and watch, but don't touch the stove, it's hot, sweetie."<br><br>Erin put a couple of pieces of bacon back on the frying pan, and simply poured the dough on top of each one. "How do you like your pancakes? A little bit underdone, light and tender, a little bit crisp, or crunchy crunch? You keep an eye on the bubbles here, I can tell you how much it's done. Mommy likes hers a little bit doughy, so just a few bubbles means it's time to flip it." She didn't use any fancy flipping methods, just a spatula, but she got the pancake over in one piece. "Then you give it about the same amount of time and it's done!!" She slid the pale bacon pancake onto a plate, it was mostly white with colorful specks where the birthday cake mix sprinkles showed up. She made a couple more pancakes to her under done taste, and two to Celeste's style. Then she made two more without bacon and them, just in case the girl had some sort of weird objection to Bacon pancake deliciousness. It didn't take her long to scramble some eggs, getting them perfectly done without being runny and not hard. <br><br>"Here you go my love! Get whatever you want from the fridge, mommy will have some water with her breakfast. Thank you darling. After we eat, I'll pick out your dress and then we should be ready to go." Oh yes, mommy was very very eager for all the dressing up they were going to do. She ate quickly in fact, there's she made sure to remind Celeste who was responsible for rinsing off the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. It was only fair, after all, since one of them had done the cooking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-11-2020, 10:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Well nourished and excited for shopping!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Unaware of Erin's internal musings, Celeste allowed her imagination to conjure the details of the coming grocery-shopping trip as <em>she</em> decided it should be. A few things for Mommy and Daddy - it was important, she conceded, for them to stock the kitchen and pantries with their things as well. All the items would be in the same general location; it wouldn't take more than a minute or two to pick them out. After that, they'd go get some candy. Celeste had a sweet tooth, particularly for chocolate, but she also liked sour candies. And anything gummy. Or chewy. <em>Starburst</em> were her favourite. And <em>Skittles</em> - the sour kind. After that, they'd get some ice cream. And maybe some cookies, though she thought that might be a waste - Daddy could probably bake better ones, and they were always best fresh out of the oven. No, they could forgo the cookies. Some cereal, though. The sugary kinds that <em>she</em> liked. She'd have to look once they got there, to see which ones she wanted most.<br><br><em>That</em>, she decided confidently, was how their trip to the grocery store would go. And it was her right, as the family's little girl, to fully expect it to go that way. Even if it wasn't her right, as the family's little girl, to actually decide how it went. <br><br>She was interrupted from her reverie by Erin's declaration of love and an arm around her waist. Grinning, Celeste turned into the incoming kiss to greet it with her own lips. "Mmn." And then, just as thoroughly as a firm smack to the butt would have done, Erin wiped that smug little grin right off Celeste's face. Her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open. Her lips moved, as if trying to form words, but they failed entirely if they were. The pat and squeeze on her butt, as if a foreshadowing of things to come, earned a sharp <em>eep</em>, though. Then, just like that, Mommy changed the subject, and Celeste was left feeling terribly flustered and far less sure of herself than she had a moment earlier. <br><br>"Ummn." She said, trying to regain her focus. She stared at the pancake mix. "I like them like that, too." Her answer was one more of convenience than anything else. Her mind didn't want to work just then. It kept going back to the image of Mar and Erin . . . giving it to her up the butt. That flustered her, for many, many reasons. Not least was because it turned her on. And worried her. Luckily, the convenient choice - copying Mommy's answer - was actually the choice Celeste happened to prefer herself. So no harm was done. <br><br>After a while, she managed to forget all about Erin's comment. She watched with eagerness Erin flip the pancakes and pour the batter. Celeste offered no complaints - despite her previous teasing, it all looked very delicious to her. She was very ready to eat it all up by the time Mommy announced that their breakfast was done. <br><br>She went to the fridge, got the water for Mommy, orange juice for herself, and bounded back to the table where they shared their morning meal. Celeste didn't eat much, and she ate with manners - that was one thing Mommy and Daddy would <em>not</em> need to teach their girl - but she did so with the sort of eagerness that proved her earlier teasing held absolutely no truth. Mommy might not be the same cook that Daddy was, but these pancakes were delicious! So delicious, in fact, that Celeste didn't even complain or make a fuss when Erin let her know who had to do the rinsing.<br><br>Everything done, she wrapped her arms around Erin's waist from behind and squeezed. "Can we go shopping now?" She asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>08-11-2020, 19:52:49</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; kitchen, bedroom, dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, eager, naughty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl<br><hr><hr><br>The look on her beautiful little daughter's face, stunned and anxious and aroused was completely priceless. The little eeep was just absolutely the most precious thing ever. Erin fully intended to treasure both of those as long as she lived. She leaned in and gave her daughter a sweet little kiss to reassure her, but also took the opportunity to innocently whisper in the sweet little blonde's ear. "Oh, is my darling little daughter a virgin back there?" She asked so sweetly, pretty sure that the girl wasn't.... but if Daddy and Mommy were lucky enough to be the first, that would be a delightful bonus.<br><br>Erin was one of those skinny people who still ate everything in sight, thoroughly enjoying her meal, there she did pause occasionally to stare at her new baby girl. It was so amazing to her that the little darling lived with her and Mar, loved them both and slept with them in both senses of the word. Their very own submissive darling, and a wonderful human being the redhead was enjoying getting to know. In both senses of the word.<br><br>After thanking her little sweetie for doing her share of the chores like a good girl, Erin leaned back against the college girl, her girlfriend and little lover,&nbsp; enjoying the cuddles and the closeness. "I love you, Celeste Sinclair. I'm glad you're in our lives, our family. " Her happy smile changed to a slightly naughtier one, and she wiggled around to hug her daughter in the normal manner. <br><br>"Well, soon, soon. As adorable and innocently sexy as I find your childish little pajamas.... I don't think it's quite appropriate for dress shopping, so we need to get changed..." But instead of pulling away, she slid her hands down the back of Celeste's shorts, pulling them snug against her beautiful little pussy, as Mommy squeezed that amazing young butt firmly. Leaning down, she demanded another kiss from her little daughter submissive. <br><br>Finally, she broke the kiss, twining her fingers with Celeste's and leading her up to the girl's bedroom. "Let's get you dressed..." She murmured, tugging her new daughter's cute little shorts off her body, then lifting the top over her head. Leaving the girl naked, Mommy dug through the closet, selecting a beautiful little sundress. <em> Celeste is beautiful in anything, but I'm going to have the sweetest, hottest arm candy... And she's smart and super sweet. How did we get so very lucky?</em><br><br>(https://gloimg.rglcdn.com/rosegal/pdm-product-pic/Clothing/2018/01/31/source-img/20180131150503_61938.JPG)<br><br>Finding the dress she wanted, Erin held it out for her little beautiful girl. "Here you go love, put this on for Mommy. " That done, Erin went to put on her own dress. (https://media.missguided.com/s/missguided/DD922670_set/1/green-satin-high-low-wrap-midi-dress) and sensible shoes, since they would be doing a lot of walking. <br><br>Sitting her baby girl down, Erin selected the shade of lipstick and eyeshadow she wanted, intently focusing on getting her daughter's lips the perfect shade of pink, and a tiny bit of blush on her cheeks, her eyes made bigger and even more innocent. Celeste had the body of a college student goddess, but Erin highly enjoyed making her daughter look a little more childish. <br><br>At last everything was ready, Mommy leading her little sweetie to the car, buckling the little blonde in the passenger seat. It wasn't a long drive to the dress shop, and Erin unbuckled the seat belt and led her lover in. Waving a hand with a giggle, she smiled lovingly and eager at the girl. "Pick out whatever you want, darling, and then give your Mommy a beautiful fashion show..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>24-11-2020, 23:19:39</strong>
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				<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>The order had been clear, and after she delivered it Mar stayed right in her place, not willing to show any weakness in this situation. If she showed weakness, she knew her little girl would pounce on that, maybe even convince her not to hand out the punishment she knew was coming, and why not? That's what she would do in this same situation. That's what she probably had done a time or two, when she was growing up with just her father for parents. Though of course she never got any spankings from her father. Her brothers got spanked enough for the whole family, and she knew she never wanted to be on the end of that, every time one of them would come in from the garage with their hides tanned.<br>But this wasn't her and her father. This was her with her little girl. Her little girl who had abandoned her chores, gone where she wasn't supposed to, when she wasn't supposed to, and she knew it. She knew the consequences. She knew what was coming, and Mar was sure she knew there wasn't any getting out of it.<br><br>"Ah!" She stopped Celeste straight away, when the girl began to plead to be allowed to go back up and do her chores. Mar did so with her stern sound and one hand raised up, with her palm to her little girl, in a <em>Stop</em> signal.<br>"None of that begging is going to get you out of this, little girl…" because if you give them an inch, they'll think they're a ruler.<br>"...you broke the rules. The very clear and simple directions we gave you...you're just lucky your mother isn't here right now, she'd be giving you an earful, I promise you, and then you'd still be getting a spanking after that." Then she reached out and grabbed Celeste's hand, bringing the girl a few steps closer to her, though she didn't attempt to pull the girl down into her lap.<br><br>"Celeste, baby, you want parents who care about you. Who care enough to break their own hearts, in order to make sure you are safe, and understand the consequences of your actions…"<br>As she spoke, she kept her crystal blue eyes focused on Celest's. Showing the girl that she really meant every word, and this wasn't some script she had thought up to play the role. It really did matter that her little girl knew right from wrong, and that you got punished if you did wrong.<br>"...Now come down here, over my knees. When we're done, we'll go finish your chores."<br><br>But still Mar made no move to pull her little girl into her lap. Celeste had to make the decision to submit all on her own. When her little girl finally did, she would help position her so that her little tummy was supported over her thighs. The sign that she was fully in position would be when Mar placed on hand on Celest's shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 12:18:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Well nourished and excited for shopping!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Though Celeste didn't answer Erin's question verbally, the way her eyes widened and her sweet body squirmed promised that she was indeed very much a virgin back there. Anal sex had long been a curiosity of hers, but a line she'd never been willing to cross. With Mar and Erin, however, it seemed she wouldn't have much choice. That excited her - not that she had any intention of letting Mommy know just how much! The worried little whimper she made when the other woman's hand slipped down the back of her shorts to squeeze that chubby, submissive ass, was genuine, too. Just because Celeste was excited by the idea of taking it up the butt didn't mean she wasn't scared of it. If anything, the fear came first. And it made the excitement all the more potent because of it. <br><br>Her mind occupied by Erin's promise of future butt-stuff, Celeste remained mostly silent until the two women found their way up into the bedroom to get changed for their day's shopping trip. She took the dress offered to her with a gasp and a big, bright smile.<br><br>"Oooh, it's so cute!" She announced, immediately stripping out of her clothes. It had not taken very long for her to get used to being naked in front of her Mommy and Daddy. She was, after all, both their lover and their little girl. If anyone had a right to see her body, it was these two women. Still, the level of comfort she felt around the two of them continued to surprise her when she bothered to think about. She was not thinking about it now, however. Back to Erin, she stripped out of her little shorts, wiggling them down her hips and bending over - giving Mommy a <em>very</em> good view of that generous backside - to pick them up. After picking them up, she tossed them onto her bed, and her shirt soon joined the shorts. Then she pulled on the dress, skipped to the mirror, and did a little spin to examine herself from all angles. <br><br>"Do I look pretty?" She asked Mommy, swaying her hips with her hands folded in her lap when she did. <br><br>The swaying didn't soon stop, either. Not even when she sat down for her makeup. It turned to wiggling, then. And Mommy would have to remind her little girl to keep still several times before they made it through. <br><br>The car ride to the dress shop, though short, was similarly filled with energy. Celeste peppered her mother with question after question after question: Are we there yet? How far is it? Can we get ice cream after? How many dresses can I get? Should I get more like this one? Are you going to get some too? Can we get candy after? Are we there yet?<br><br>By the third or fourth time she'd asked the question, they actually <em>were</em> there, and Celeste climbed out of the car with her Mommy's help and soon found herself surrounded by a store full of pretty dresses! Too many to choose from, at least for this little girl and her complete inability to focus. <br><br>Not that that would stop her from trying. <br><br>Dragging Mommy along with her, Celeste began pulling dresses off the rack, one after the other, handing each one over when she did.<br><br>(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1OhMabdjvK1RjSspiq6AEqXXaq/Sexy-Strapless-Print-Floral-Dress-Women-Beach-Boho-Vestido-Summer-Yellow-Sundresses-Sleeveless-Backless-2018-Mini.jpg) (https://www.dressedupgirl.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Short-Sundresses.jpg) (https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/IXj3EbpoY6vylImvT57uMGjdne6mpEKl2BUcUlV15DwtcIZddD8t1yeHdGvxwH5dmyNzNS8LeczQOiQzPP-gamQP8f6QOIeHyHuoaUobF-H3NplUJB5x0EJa0hKfcJCXv-s_Vevcb1Ru1Yle5aCV1hz6o3PlMEX5Yge7Vg) (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/96/b4/0e/96b40e75237924120971c08f2a9bdaa6.jpg) (https://img.ltwebstatic.com/images3_pi/2020/03/26/1585189453c331abf6ebeba4af28fd8b6268f56594_thumbnail_900x.webp)<br><br>"I like these ones." She explained, as if that wasn't obvious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-12-2020, 12:38:29</strong>
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				<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>Celeste had her mouth open, no doubt ready to continue her pleading, when Daddy's simple <em>'Ah'</em> put an end to it as effectively as a firm spank ever could have done. The raised hand earned another stamp of the girl's foot, but she closed her mouth back up with a small whimpery noise. She didn't argue, though, and she certainly didn't try to pull away. Oh no. Not from her Daddy.<br><br>Not now.<br><br>The calm with which Mar spoke to her, even more than the <em>strength</em> with which the older woman had spoken earlier, told Celeste that now was not the time for arguing or resisting, not even pleading. Now was the time for listening. And listen she did, though far from happily. But that was likely the point. She wasn't supposed to be happy about this. After all, she was in trouble. <br><br>Later, perhaps, she'd marvel at how <em>'in trouble'</em> she actually felt. What they were doing now, she and Mar, did <em>not</em> feel like play at all. And even though it was never supposed to be <em>fun</em>, Celeste had always imagined that she'd feel much more excited than anything else the first time she got spanked. That wasn't at all the case right now, though. Oh, there was some excitement. The tingle between her legs was not insignificant. But that was secondary. She felt, more than anything, like a little girl who was in big, big trouble with her Daddy. <br><br>And she was not happy about it. Neither did she have any intention of arguing, however. Oh no. Celeste felt so very, very small and submissive. And her Daddy, more than ever, seemed, even sitting in her chair, like a giant: strong and imperious. Someone not to be trifled with!<br><br>"I don't want a spanking." Celeste whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper, when Mar took her hand and guided her a few steps forward. She stamped her foot again and bounced nervously where she stood. Her eyes, though they kept flickering back to Daddy's, remained mostly locked on the ground. She didn't like that stern gaze. <br><br>For a while, she stood there like that, wiggling nervously, neither resisting nor obeying. She didn't argue or protest; she didn't pull away. She was a little girl, stuck between a sore bottom and . . . well, what other option was there? None, she realized. Not that that made it any easier to obey. She stamped her foot again, made a whimpering noise. A few more seconds passed. Then, finally, Celeste lifted her downcast eyes to Daddy's,&nbsp; and whispered "I don't want a spanking" so that it was barely even audible. But even as she did that, she leaned herself forward and, for the first time in her life, lay her body down across her parent's lap to present her bum for a well-earned spanking.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>23-12-2020, 17:56:41</strong>
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				<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."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>25-12-2020, 05:42:22</strong>
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				Gently stroking that adorable little butt, keeping her beautiful daughter pressed close, Erin continued whispering delightfully naughty things to that little blonde head. "Maybe Mommy will hold your head down on her lap while daddy prepares her strap-on? Or would you rather us have you facing a mirror so you can watch as we prepare you to give your virginity to Daddy?" Having two dominants against one little sweet and eager to please submissive gave so many wonderful opportunities! Aside from the sky high sexual tension between all three of them, their little happily perverted family, Erin constantly marveled at how deep the genuine love between them all already was. Celeste in their lives was fulfilling something truly satisfying for the redhead, but so hard to articulate. Their&nbsp; little daughter brought something that completed part of Erin that she hadn't really known was missing, something that her equally beloved wife just couldn't provide. And now the only thing Erin could think of to wish for was more time with all of her family.<br><br>"The cutest dresses for the most adorable and loved baby girl in the world!" She agreed, watching that sweet little butt dance around. It was truly hypnotic. Coming up behind her daughter, mommy wrapped her arms around her little girl, kissing her cheek. "You are beautiful and gorgeous, Celeste darling, and Mommy and Daddy are so very happy to have you in our lives. You are very highly loved, and I can't find the words to tell you how wonderful it is to have you with us." The dominant made eye contact with her little girl in the mirror, smiling softly, pressed up against her little baby darling with all the love she possessed.<br><br>Mommy knew she shouldn't encourage bad behavior, but she couldn't help but laugh at some of the antics of her daughter. None of it was truly bad, right? And she was just so adorable and felt so easily into her role of spoiled and much loved little girl. Mommy wouldn't hesitate to give punishment if needed, but it truly made her heart soar to see the young woman so happy and cared for.<br><br>"We will be there when I turn off the car. It's not far, no. Ice cream would ruin your appetite for lunch sweetie. A reasonable number." Which, of course knowing how much the redhead was a secret dressaholic and wanted to treat her daughter like a dress up doll, they probably very had similar ideas about what a reasonable number truly meant. "I think you do look really good in florals, but you pick whatever you like and Mommy will give you final approval. If I see something I have to have, yes I'm definitely going to get it. That's like the first rule of dress shopping. Because you'll never see it a second time and you'll always miss it forever. If you find me something you want to see me in, please let me know. No, candy is for special occasions." She tapped the clock in her car. "When this first number is 10, sweetie we'll be there." She shot a grin at her daughter, teasing horribly but very amused with herself. "Can you show mommy 10 fingers?" She laughed, knowing the girls age play persona wasn't truly that young, but one didn't get a little submissive daughter without intending to tease. And in truth it felt like Celeste was acting somewhat younger than expected, not that mommy minded in the least tiny bit. The college girl was hilarious and beautiful and sweet and all hers! At least until Daddy got home, and then she would have to share. But watching Daddy love on their little girl was almost as good as doing it herself.<br><br>Erin most definitely didn't need her enthusiastic little daughter to 'drag' her shopping, almost as energetic as the college girl. She examined each dress thoughtfully, nodding, occasionally holding a dress up against the beautiful blonde to see how it would look.. "Very cute, beautiful, perfect, absolutely adorable." Unlike Celeste, Mommy wasn't very restrained, grabbing everything that caught her eye, all the beautiful outfits she wanted to see her little lover and incestuous daughter girlfriend in. On some level she was spoiling the girl, but she was also clearly spoiling herself, and having fun with it. "Ooohh, look at this one... And over her... And this one!"<br><br>Holding up one she very much liked, Erin grinned. "Think we should surprise Daddy by wearing matching dresses?" (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/66/c1/6a66c1f47ce5897cef3272d86960f31e.jpg)<br><br>With plenty of stuff to try on, the redhead led the way to the dressing rooms, heading for the big one in the back, holding her daughter's hand. The poor room attendant, a brunette lady not much older than Celeste herself, objected. "Uh, hey ladies, only one person per room! You can't both go in there..."<br><br>Erin turned, giving the shop lady one of her famous imperious looks, slowly raising an eyebrow. "You are going to stop me from helping my little daughter try on her outfits? That is unacceptable!" The poor girl stammered, looking from the young blonde who certainly didn't seem all that young or helpless, and the definitely not helpless redhead who didn't look all that old to have a daughter at all, let alone one at least looking old enough to be in high school.<br><br>Erin solved the dilemma by stepping into the dressing room with the pile of gorgeous outfits and her daughter, closing the door behind them. "Get naked for Mommy..." She purred, loud enough for the poor clerk to hear. <br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/cc/f1/34/ccf134a217964a45de19f9aa08deb38e.jpg)<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/32/cd/f3/32cdf35535ee0e14426df26ab01f6e4c.jpg)<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fd/96/3a/fd963a949a6c7dced1ac557e525a59cc.jpg)<br><br>(https://d3u67r7pp2lrq5.cloudfront.net/product_photos/63809943/file_dc38cd59ff_original.jpg)<br><br>(https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/1090/9590/products/trjk_1200x1200.jpg?v=1502270048)<br><br>(https://www.vivienofholloway.com/images/1950s-halterneck-cupcake-blue-dress-p92-1944_zoom.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br>(https://sc02.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1WjwHXfvi21VjSZK9q6yAEpXab.jpg)<br><br>(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQOIuiY8Bc1o99DoY-_XUPzsZzAqmHAL4S9cxODZLLD3RIxRQC4&amp;usqp=CAU)<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/ba/00/e9/ba00e947a1fad8a99ee32e6fdc4d46f5--dance-dresses-short-prom-dresses.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>26-12-2020, 10:00:19</strong>
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				<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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>26-12-2020, 10:25:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited for shopping!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste didn't complain when refused her ice-cream request, but she did grumble a little bit. Her displeasure did not last too long, however. Even at the best of times, sweet Celeste struggled to focus on any one thing for too long. This little shopping adventure with Mommy proved absolute torture for the girl's attention span. Perhaps in this one case, however, that was a good thing. It meant she didn't get hung up on not getting her tasty treat - which might have spared her cute little butt a firm little spanking! She did, however, continue to pester her Mommy with questions all the way up until they reached the parking lot. But those were mostly innocent, and none were complaints. They were just the result of a little girl unable to contain her excitement. <br><br>Less questions were asked once inside the store. Pretty colours, soft fabrics, and beautiful dresses captured her attention completely. And even if she didn't have to 'drag' Mommy through the store, her lack of focus did lead to the girl bouncing back and forth, left and right, moving around erratically, with no apparent goal or direction in mind. The only thing that kept her from wandering off was Erin's motherly hand guiding them along. <br><br>"Yes!" Celeste agreed, clapping her hands together and bouncing where she stood when Erin brought up the idea of them wearing matching dresses for Daddy. That <em>would</em> be adorable. All their dresses would be. <br><br>The little exchange with the attendant stole, at least temporarily, the smile from Celeste's face. Almost immediately, her cheeks began to glow red, and she refused to look at the third woman at all. Instead, she hid behind her Mommy's body, as if that could protect her from the embarrassment. Not, of course, that she was ashamed to be Erin's little girl. She just . . . hadn't expected Mommy to be so brazen about the whole thing! That excited Celeste, even as it mortified her. <br><br>What would happen, she found herself wondering, if she were ever to act up while they were out in public? She'd assumed they'd go home to deal with it. Now she wasn't so sure. Chewing her lip, deciding in that moment that she'd rather not test her very unabashed Mommy, Celeste allowed herself to be guided into the changing rooms. <br><br>"Mommy!" She hissed a whisper, and stamped her foot at the same time. "I'm not a little girl." She grumped, in the exact same way that a little girl would grumpily insist to her mother that she was a big girl. She did as she was told, though, if a little sloppier than her Mommy probably would have liked. In a matter of seconds, the girl's dress was in a heap on the floor. She kicked - rather than pick it up - over to the side. The act left her totally naked.<br><br>"Gimme that one!" She pointed to the adorable blue dress her Mommy had picked out. <br><br>(https://www.vivienofholloway.com/images/1950s-halterneck-cupcake-blue-dress-p92-1944_zoom.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>30-12-2020, 23:59:30</strong>
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				<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> Satisfied <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste <br><br><hr><hr><br>Even though the punishment felt like it lasted forever, it was a good thing that it didn't actually take too long. After all there was no denying how perfectly Celeste's cute little butt fit in the palm of her hand, and how good her warm, sun kissed skin felt draped over her, and the sight of her little submissive, at her mercy across her legs, was actually turning her on a little. If this moment lasted too much longer she could even forget that she was punishing her little girl and get more in the mood to discipline her little sub. Even the whining made Mar nearly have to bite her lip to keep from enjoying this little bit of punishment. <br><br>But it did end, and she made her heartfelt speech to her little girl. Doing her best to clearly communicate that she had to tan her little girl's ass out of love. Fortunately Celeste seemed to understand. That was why she was here, after all. So when the cuddles were reciprocated Mar was happy to cherish that moment. She held her little girl tight against her body, squeezing those pert, luscious breasts into her own chest, and creating the perfect little nook for Celeste to dip her face into. Then she just breathed in, deep and slow, letting the new mood of calm and after care set over them. And when Celeste apologized again, really and truly, she nodded gently and added a soft, "I know, baby…" as she continued to hold Celeste with no sign of impatience. <br><br>She must have held her little girl like that for at least a few minutes, saying nothing, letting the low hum of the pool filter be the only noise in the large pool room. When it was finally time to speak again, she first reached up and stroked her fingers through her daughter's long blonde hair a few times, just to get her attention. "Well sweetheart, that weeding outside still needs to be done…"<br><br>She lifted her chin off of her daughter's head so she could look down at her little girl. "...but I can help you finish the rest. With both of us on it the job will be done in no time." Then she slipped one hand under Celeste's chin to lift her gaze so they met.<br>"...and when were done I have something fun for us to do together...ok?"<br>She smiled playfully before leaning in to give Celeste's full, pouting, lips a quick kiss, that was almost not chaste enough to be between a mother and daughter. Then she moved to stand them both up from the pool chair.<br>"And you might as well stay in those clothes, it's getting hot outside now anyway."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>31-12-2020, 05:43:30</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, amused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl, definitely a little girl<br><hr><hr><br>Erin recognized and was highly amused by Celeste's enthusiasm. After all, in her daughters shoes wouldn't she be just as excited? <em> This is exactly why I got an ageplay daughter, for such cute innocence in a adult mind and body. She's such a sweetheart and deserves to be spoiled. I can't believe her biological parents neglected her! Such a waste, but definitely our gain. Now she's going to get the life she deserves. </em><br><br>The redhead had to chuckle, her new daughter about as focused as a kitten. "It's settled then, a sunset dress for both of us!" She snagged one in her size, and a smaller one for her perfect daughter. "Daddy is going to have a hard time keeping her hands off you!" Mommy grinned, gently taking Celeste's precious little face in her hands and kissing her softly. Maybe Daddy wasn't the only one with such an affliction.<br><br>Squeezing her daughter's hand, Erin glanced behind her to make sure the younger girl was ok with her public humiliation/ teasing/ mortification... But the adorable blonde definitely seemed embarrassed but very accepting of the situation and her role in life. Good. Erin would never want to push things too far, never would dream of harming her daughter submissive girlfriend.<br><br>Blinking and attempting to look surprised rather than amused, Mommy looked down at the college girl acting like a child. "You're not?" She said gently, voice full of her doubts. "I'm pretty sure Daddy and I believe that you are a little girl. It's ok sweetie, we don't expect you to be very big."<br><br>Despite the calm teasing of the earlier situation, the air was suddenly split with two loud pops! The sound of flesh striking beautiful perfect virgin butt, echoing from the confines of the changing room. Erin raised her voice slightly, not at all close to yelling, or even truly upset, but if the changing room attendant was eavesdropping, they would certainly be able to hear. "Celeste Sinclair! Daddy and I did not get you beautiful dresses to have you treat them like that!! If you can't take care of the things you have, you certainly aren't going to get any more unless you buy them from your own allowance! And I know you are excited, but we do not demand things from people. You will ask politely, as I know we taught you!" Upon careful consideration, she added two more swats, less hard than the first two, but still more than enough to keep a girl's attention. "And that's for giving me sass." Not that she minded, but still. Might as well since she had a naked submissive already needing chastisement!<br><br>"Give Mommy a kiss to make up for it...." Oh, how wicked the older redhead sounded all of a sudden! Sitting on the bench, Erin spread her legs... Making it very clear why she had worn such a pliable dress, aside from the obvious beauty factor. Good thing the dressing room door went all the way to the floor!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>06-01-2021, 06:09:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Suddenly very focused!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>The grin that took over Celeste's face when Erin told her that '<em>Daddy is going to have a hard time keeping her hands off you,'</em> was decidedly <em>not</em> Little. But she couldn't be blamed. Even a sweetheart like Celeste Sinclair could not be expected to maintain complete innocence <em>all</em> day every day - most certainly not when she had two dominant partners as <em>sexy</em> as Mar and Erin. Indeed, after spending a few passion-fueled nights together with her naked body squished between their dominance, Celeste found that she had a great deal of trouble keeping some very naughty thoughts from slipping into her mind.<br><br>Not that she tried very hard. <br><br>That look of pure lust, however, lasted but a moment before the girl's sweetness returned. Later, perhaps, they would find out exactly how much trouble Daddy actually would have keeping her hands off her pretty little girl in her pretty little dress. Right now, though, they had shopping to do! <br><br>And Celeste became so concentrated on that that it seemed she almost forgot that little girls need to mind their attitudes around their Mommies! She was entirely unprepared for the two spanks that <em>cracked</em> down in rapid succession on her helpless, naked butt! <br><br>"Ah!" She cried out, louder than she would preferred to do. But the sharp pain, at least for a few seconds, put all thoughts of embarrassment out of her mind. Such was the power of a good spank, it seemed - at least on this little girl. They captured and held her attention like nothing else could. Celeste turned her wided-eyed gaze to peer up into her Mommy's face. There was no divided attention now, no trouble focusing. Oh, no. Celeste was listening <em>very</em> closely to her Mommy's words. <br><br>That did not, of course, mean she listened to them <em>happily</em>. Her scrunched up face and grumpy little frown promised that she was indeed not happy at all about what had happened. And she was just about to express that displeasure when two more smacks bounced off her chubby little bum: a firm warning that, sometimes, a little girl was wiser to keep her mouth shut. And for once, Celeste decided to heed that warning. For now.<br><br>She could be a very stubborn girl. Mommy and Daddy were going to have their hands full!<br><br>This time, though, Celeste just stamped her foot and whimpered something that wasn't quite a word. Nor was it particularly loud. Now that pain had subsided enough for her to recall that they were out in a very public place, she did not want to risk drawing any more attention to their little dressing room than Mommy's four spanks already had! Nor did she have any interest in earning any more of the older woman's ire. Celeste may not have been part of this little family for long. But she suspected that what she'd just been given was but a glimpse of how bad things could get if she really pushed her boundaries. Oh no. She did not want a <em>real</em> spanking!<br><br>It was not for that fear, however, that she found herself sinking down to her hands and knees a few seconds later when Mommy prompted her for a little makeup 'kiss.' And that fear certainly had nothing to do with the grin that sprouted onto her previously grumpy little face. She crawled over, more like a puppy than a little girl, chubby butt swaying side-to-side like a dog wagging its happy tail when she went. From her vantage point, Erin would just be able to see the tip of the girl's crack and the tops of her chubby little cheeks, wiggling and jiggling with each forward step. Once she reached Erin, Celeste pressed a very soft kiss to the inside of the older woman's knee, followed by a matching smooch to the other knee. Then she moved upward, slowly, to the inside of Mommy's thigh.<br><br>That's where she stopped, however, about halfway up, the lower half of her face hidden by the skirt of Erin's dress. She wouldn't go the rest of the way until Mommy gave her permission. No matter how eager she might be! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>10-01-2021, 17:55:10</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, amused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl, definitely a little girl<br><hr><hr><br>Erin smiled as she watched her daughter, her own mind mirroring some of the very naughty thoughts. Mar and Erin were inventive on their own, but the sweet little college girl inspired them to divinely wicked heights. And she was just so perfectly preciously beautiful and submissive and a great match outside the bedroom. The archaeologist knew she was continually raving about her daughter, even if mostly only in her own mind, but she just couldn't help it. <br><br>The redhead smiled faintly at her beautiful little blonde, mixing sternness and delight. Celeste was listening, and that was a very good thing. Her lipsticked mouth twitched at the foot stamping and whining, trying not to burst out into uncontrolled laughter. That was entirely the wrong message for the situation, but she wanted to sweep her baby girl up and just cover her in endless kisses.<br><br>Watching her precious little daughter with a slightly red ass crawl towards her, Mommy made a definite note to get a leash and collar, possibly a butt plug tail. Yes, most of their dynamic was family play, mommy and daddy loving and controlling their little girl, in between fucking her senseless, but that didn't mean they couldn't play other games as well. Her attention was somewhat stolen by the kisses, each one resulting in a soft little happy sigh. "Mm, good little girl. I know how much you love Mommy."<br><br>Her hands stroked the little blonde hair under her dress, utterly amused by the girls newfound obedience and desire to be perfect for her incestuous dominant. Unfortunately, she still had lessons to teach the girl, and Erin gently pushed that little beautiful head out from between her legs, voice getting firmer. "Celeste. Didn't I tell you to take care of your dress? Do you think that means leaving on the floor? Did you listen to what I said at all? Girls who leave their clothes on a dressing room floor don't get to kiss Mommy's pussy! They invented hangers for a reason. Crawl back there and take care of your clothes if you want the privilege of wearing them!" Again, she kept her voice low... Humiliating her beautiful daughter was absolutely sexy fun, but they both had limits she wanted to stay well within. She could get away with a certain amount of public play, but pushing it past the point management would have to intervene was not in her goals.<br><br>"Do I need to march over there and show you how to use a hanger? I'm not even asking you to fold it or anything,&nbsp; just get it hung up neatly. If you can do that, bring me that cute little dress that you've demanded to be put in, and Mommy will see if you can eat pussy without getting your new dress dirty." Oh, it was hard not to laugh doing this! Already Erin loved the girl more than she thought possible. Bossing her around was super sexual, but Mommy always wanted to just hug her forever and soothe her fears and tell her she'd never let go. <br><br>But for now... She briskly put the dress on her little girl, pinching at those perfect little nipples and squeezing at that gorgeous bruised butt. Then she gently pushed her blonde baby down between her legs, ready for the college girl to earn her dresses. Not that she would ever actually demand sex for spoiling, but Celeste always had her safe word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 08:11:14</strong>
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				<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> Sore, aroused, happy, and slightly grumpy that she still has to do chores!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar<br><hr><hr><br>After the pain began to subside, along with the initial shock of what had just happened, Celeste's mind began to wander to the <em>other</em> physical sensations that Mar's spanking had produced. A tingle in the pit of her stomach. A heat, not in her well-spanked backside, but between her legs. She squeezed them together in response to that, but it did nothing to douse the flames that had begun to simmer there. Celeste found that she didn't mind. Indeed, she didn't mind any of this. She quite loved it. <br><br>This was, after all, exactly what this relationship of theirs was all about. Love. Discipline. Affection. <em>Lust.</em> Each one building on the other, making it stronger, helping its partners to burn all the hotter. She did not find it at all strange, then, that now, as the pain began to fade, she realized that this was the happiest and most content she'd ever been in her entire life. Better still, she did not expect that even this would be the high point. It would only get better, as it had from the very moment she'd first encountered these two strange, wonderful women among the dark corners of the internet. As they became closer, and surely they would, this would only get better. The love would grow stronger. The discipline more firm. The affection more tender. And the lost would burn hotter. <br><br>At long last, she lifted her head from the crook of Mar's neck and kissed the older woman on the cheek. <em>Daddy.</em> She thought, but did not speak. She wondered if Mar could feel her thoughts. Maybe. She smiled to think of that, then kissed her again, and found that with each one her mood improved, the pain crept away, and the tears streaking down her face began to slow. Those last were hardly for the pain. Celeste suspected that she would, in time, be able to take a much harder spanking. Not that this one didn't hurt! But neither did it push her limits. The tears were real. But they were emotional, not tears of pain. She kissed Mar again, and they stopped flowing entirely. <br><br>Then Daddy spoke. And, for a brief flash of a moment, Celeste's mood sank a little lower. She was on the verge of protesting - maybe she <em>did</em> need a harder lesson? - but stopped when Daddy added that last little bit. What had started to look like the beginnings of a small frown quickly sprang up into a happy little grin. Celeste nodded her head, emphatically. <br><br>She stood up with Mar's help, giving her sore butt a quick little rub the moment she was on her feet, then nodded again. "What's the fun thing we're gonna do?" She asked, ever impatient. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>08-02-2021, 08:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Suddenly very focused!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste stared up at Erin from where she knelt on the floor, a mix of emotions dancing across her face. She'd never been very good at concealing how she felt. Even if she didn't speak the words aloud, her feelings were always writ large across her pretty face. Right now, she was feeling torn. Torn, because she didn't want to delay getting a taste of what she so clearly desired. Torn, because she didn't want to disobey. Torn, because she was annoyed at being constantly interrupted, corrected, and otherwise chastised; her butt still stung a bit! And, of course, torn because she <em>loved</em> being interrupted, corrected, and otherwise chastised.<br><br>How confusing!<br><br>And wonderful. <br><br>Chewing her lip, she peered back over her shoulder, toward the hanger and dresses, as if Erin was asking her - asking? - to complete some monumental task before finally earning her treat. It certainly seemed that way to her! She didn't <em>want</em> to deal with that. <em>I'll do it after,</em> she wanted to say. But no. Sass and disobedience had not been well received thus far, and even despite her lack of familiarity with Erin, she sensed that she was already walking on thin ice. She'd earned her butt a few smacks after her last remark. What would the next one get her? She dreaded to think that Mommy might give her a full-on spanking right here in the dressing room! She dreaded it just as much as she longed for it. <br><br>Would Erin do that? How much public play was too much for her? Celeste didn't know the answer; she didn't even know the answer for herself. It was Mommy's decision, she realized. And she was glad to let it be that way. Celeste did not like making the big decisions, no matter how much she might protest when she wasn't allowed. <br><br>Finally, after long deliberation, she sighed - did she mutter something under her breath? - and turned toward her heap of dresses. She hung the dress she'd discarded up onto one of the hangers. It was a little lopsided, and not done very neat, but Celeste was clearly in a rush. And it was up off the floor, away from the dirt and the possibility of being stepped on and ruined. That done, she returned to Mommy where her new dress, the adorable blue one, could be pulled down on her lithe little body. She wiggled into it, beaming as she did, and even did a little twirl that sent the skirt of the dress rising up into the air like a pretty polkadot carousel when she did. <br><br>Then she was back on her knees. Like a good girl, she lifted the fabric up high enough that it didn't drag on the floor as she pushed her way back between Mommy's thighs. That is, she kept the fabric off the floor right up until she had her head between Erin's legs, which put <em>every</em> other thought out of her mind. The skirt dragged along the ground, even as Celeste's tongue dragged across Mommy's creamy thigh, leaving a trail of slick saliva in its wake. She kissed the older woman once, twice, three times, each touch of her lips getting progressively higher, closer, closer, closer. She kissed again, and this time it was Erin's sweet pussy that her lips founds. The scent of it, the touch, the <em>taste</em> sent a ripple of pleasure up her spine. She purred, and kissed harder still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>14-02-2021, 00:20:39</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, amused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl, definitely a little girl<br><hr><hr><br><br>It was almost funny to watch her new little girl battle the indecision, her competing desires. Celeste certainly wasn't a bad girl, not by any stretch of the imagination, just very spoiled and headstrong, used to making the decisions on her own and giving into whatever desires passed through her pretty little head.&nbsp; Well determined to never stifle or harm the child, Erin and Mar were definitely going to teach the beautiful little blonde the value of patience, discipline, and restraint. Both metaphorically and literally.<br><br>One of the more dangerous and powerful tools in Erin's arsenal, her bag of tricks to get girls who should know better thinking very firmly about their place in life, her eyebrow... Began to creep upward at the hesitation. It reached maximum extent, top notch mock surprise that her sweet little precious puppy of a daughter dared to sigh at her simple request and simple task... But of course, the only thing difficult about her relationship with the girl was not bursting into laughter and just pulling her daughter close and spoiling her for life. The style of dress hanging got just a tiny little tisk noise, but she couldn't blame her daughter. Mommy was almost as eager to have the chores done so they could really enjoy dress shopping! <br><br>But the smile was back as soon as Celeste turned around, happy proud mommy beaming her love and adoration at the sweetest little girl in the world. "Good job sweetie!! that wasn't at all hard, not worth fussing about, was it?&nbsp; Now you get to enjoy your reward!" Her hands were gentle, deftly helping the beloved little blonde girlfriend into the dress, which of course looked fantastic on her. "Ooohhh,&nbsp; look at you! Such a very cute dress! Mommy loves it."<br><br>She also very very much loved having that little blonde head between her legs, sighing and purring happily with each kiss from her baby girl. But the moan as lips met lips was undeniably sexual, her hands tangling in that sweet blonde hair, forcing the little college students face right where she needed it. "Oh little Celeste, I love you so." Her body certainly loved the attention, wet and hungry for the girl almost young enough to be her actual daughter. Mommy let the girl lick for several long seconds, a minute, maybe two... And then used her grip on Celeste's lovely head to gently pull her back, forcing her away from her task of not actually incestuous pussy worshiping. "Very good sweetie. Now give me a kiss, and go try on one of your other dresses." She smiled, enjoying the taste of her own hot pussy on the girls sweet mouth, and seeing the beautiful blonde in all the lovely dresses.&nbsp; But most of all, aside from the valued girl herself and their tender, mutually beneficial relationship, what she most loved was ordering Celeste around. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>15-02-2021, 09:35:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited, almost giddy, and very giggly!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr>Once Celeste became better acquainted with discipline and punishment, she would almost certainly come to dread that raised eyebrow even more than she already did. Once she'd spent a few sessions over Mommy or Daddy's lap, she would come to understand <em>exactly</em> what threat that upraised eyebrow was issuing. She'd know what it meant; and she would <em>dread</em> it. Even with her lack of experience, however, Celeste found herself already very much influenced by that subtle twitch. That simple look. Almost nothing.<br><br>And so unnerving. <br><br>It got her moving. Quickly.<br><br>A good thing, too. Because when she returned to Erin, she was rewarded with a thing she very much loved! Even if it didn't last nearly as long as she would have liked. Celeste had little to no idea how long she'd actually been under Erin's dress, but she knew <em>perfectly</em> well that she hadn't been under there long enough to get the taste that she clearly wanted. A few kisses, a few licks. And then her head was being pulled back.<br><br>A whine escaped her lips when she did, a high-pitched, though not particularly loud, groan of displeasure. If she had been standing, she almost certainly would have stamped her foot. As it was, all she could manage was a grumpy frown up into Erin's eyes. <br><br>That didn't stop her from giving the older woman the demanded kiss, however. Even a grumpy Celeste could not resist those lovely lips. Back on her feet, she leaned forward, Celeste leaned in forward a quick, pussy-flavoured smooch. It must have lasted almost as long as the kiss the girl had placed between Erin's legs. Maybe longer. Soon, though, she was leaning back and headed once more toward her dresses. <br><br>She tried on another of the blue ones, modeled it quickly for Erin, and then quickly shed it for the pink one; pink <em>was</em> her favourite colour. Well. She liked orange, too. And green, really light green. Like limes. For the moment, though, she stuck to pink. Standing in front of Erin, she planted her feet on the floor and spun her hips from side-to-side as she did, the dress spinning up from her thighs like an open umbrella as she did. <br><br>"I like this one!" She announced, unplanting her feet and doing a full 180 to give Erin a view from behind. Celeste lifted the back of the dress briefly when she did, flashing her naked butt at the older woman and beaming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>24-02-2021, 00:49:07</strong>
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				<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 3, not too early morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, amused<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl, definitely a little girl<br><hr><hr><br>Mommy, Erin, smiled, so happy with little Celeste. Her daughter's antics were precious, hilarious, and utterly adorable. Eventually, living with their new daughter would be more normal, the hot fires of lust, desires and passion would become less intense, settle into everyday life, albeit with her gorgeous wife and equally beautiful little girl, but for now every breath was amazing and precious... Even, or especially the pouting. Having a little girl multiplied the joy in an almost perfect life. Celeste was amazing, and Erin was utterly entranced. Having her daughter's tongue in her excited pussy was just a bonus, icing on the cake. Mommy would love her daughter just as much if Celeste wasn't her little submissive fucktoy and girlfriend. "Tell me how much you love Mommy's pussy, babygirl. How happy you are Mommy let you give it kisses in the dressing room. " She murmured against the blonds perfect lips. <br><br>Then more dresses, Erin profuse in her approval of them. "Such a beautiful little girl! Such pretty dresses for Mommy and Daddy! Our gorgeous girl..&nbsp; we love you so."<br><br>On the latest dress, both women changed their routine..&nbsp; the sweet daughter showing the body that belonged to her parents, and the redhead coming up, wrapping an arm around her daughter... Elegant manicured fingers sliding between the girls legs, finding that sweet college girl pussy, and stroking it slowly. "Mommy likes it too, you little exhibitionist." Erin smiled, kissing Celeste's ear, saying naughty things because it was exciting as could be. "Almost as much as Mommy loves your sweet little body." Slipping her fingers, two, deep inside Celeste, Erin lightly stroked her daughter, revelling in the control, the scent and feel of her girl. After a regretfully brief time inside her little girl, Erin moved her fingers up to Celeste's other lips. "You made a mess, darling. Naughty girl. Clean up Mommy, then I'll let you kneel before me and give me more kissies..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-03-2021, 09:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited, almost giddy, and very giggly!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste giggled into the sweet kiss, too excited to help herself. Too giddy. Could she be blamed? Everything was happening fast, not just today -- not even noon, and she had already had her between Erin's legs. Their entire relationship was going fast. And while Celeste had never been particularly shy, neither had she ever been the type to . . . well, <em>do this.</em> It might have been overwhelming; it <em>should</em> have been overwhelming, if not for the freedom her role in this little trio provided. Submissive. Little. Sweet thing, sassy thing, a girl expected to obey and be punished when she didn't. Erin set the pace; Mar set the pace. Celeste just followed it, giggling and loving every second of it. She told Erin as much.<br><br>"Mmn. I love it, Mommy. I love your sweet pussy; it tastes so good and <em>feels</em> so good on my lips. I want more!" She said, still giggling, even though she was of course not joking. Not even a little bit. She stamped her foot against the floor as if to prove it. For the moment, though, it seemed she not have her demands fulfilled. Not a problem. Showing off <em>all</em> these new dresses for her new Mama was a wonderful consolation prize. <br><br>Such a wonderful prize that Celeste became so absorbed in her little display that she did not clue into the purpose behind Erin's approach until the older woman's fingers found their way into her sweet, needy, glistening pussy. She had opened her mouth to ask what Mommy was doing, but the very-welcome penetration answered the question before Celeste could speak. The sound her open mouth made was a high-pitched, perhaps a touch too loud, moan of pleasure. Before she could utter another, the girl bit down on her lip, knees trembling. "Mmn." She squeaked, then bit down a little harder. <br><br>Her eyes fluttered shut, and for as long as Erin allowed her to do so, Celeste basked in the pleasure those fingers brought to her. Warm pleasure, not terribly intense, not yet, but wonderful nonetheless. As an added bonus, it seemed, at least temporarily, to soothe the girl's giddiness. There was no more giggling. Not even when Erin pulled her fingers out and offered them, wet and shining beneath the dressing room's light, to the girl's red lips.<br><br>She didn't hesitate. Her mouth opened, her head moved forward, and she took the pussy-soaked digit in her mouth, savouring and loving the sweet taste that was a blend of her own arousal and Erin's lovely flesh. She didn't bite it, but it took every ounce of her willpower to stop herself from it. That meant she had none left over to stop her hands from straying. They didn't go to Mommy's pussy. But they did find the sides of the older woman's dress. And they began to tug downward on the thin material, tugging needily. Greedily. She continued to suckle on Erin's finger while she did. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>29-03-2021, 17:42:10</strong>
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				<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 3, Mid morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, amused, turned on<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl, definitely a little girl<br><hr><hr><br>The redhead had to smile, such simple enjoyment from and for her little daughter. "I'm glad, darling. Mommy really loves the way you feel between my legs, with your gorgeous little sweetie face licking me. I can tell how much you love it by your enthusiasm. "<br><br>The little moan caused Mommy to laugh softly, pressed against her daughter, mouth by the girl's ear. "Good girl. See what happens when you show off your lovely college pussy in the dressing room? Just because I'm your Mommy doesn't mean I'm not going to take advantage of you...." Keeping the girl close and supported, held tight, Erin focused on the gentle exploration of her daughter. <br><br>She had to laugh though, as Celeste almost instinctively tried to strip her. "No darling." She said gently, lightly moving her fingers in and out of her daughter's perfect little playful mouth. "Mommy isn't getting naked today. You're going to lick me to an orgasm with your head under my dress, in the dressing room... And then I'll reward you with an orgasm for you. Maybe in your favorite new dress..." <br><br>With that, the dominant woman spun her girl around, giving her a quick kiss with just a flick of tongue, before pulling the blonde down to her knees, settling back on the bench, legs spread... "Worship Mommy, little love. Make me cum, like a good girl. Earn those beautiful dresses..." Of course she was going to get the dresses for her new daughter regardless, but pretending it was some sort of naughty transaction was sexy... Mommy was definitely wet, hot and ready.... It wouldn't take Celeste long to get her enthusiastic little tonge to cause her first public orgasm...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>31-03-2021, 08:40:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dress shop<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Excited, almost giddy, and very giggly!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr>The look that crossed Celeste's face when Erin told her that <em>Mommy would not be getting naked today</em> threatened a tantrum. The sort of tantrum a little girl throws when told she can't have the bag of candy that she's been craving <em>all day long.</em> Her eyes widened, her jaw tightened. She balled her hands up into small fists down by her hips, and very nearly stamped her foot against the floor. She almost certainly would have done, if Mommy hadn't tempered her little girl's outburst with the rest of her comment. <br><br>Just like that, a grin sprang back up on the girl's face; her dimples reappeared; and she relaxed her fists. Eagerly, Celeste nodded. Erin kissed her. The grin grew a little wider.<br><br>And wider still when the girl found herself guided down onto her knees in front of the older woman's seat on the bench. Much as she might have liked, she didn't make a second attempt to strip her Mommy out of the dress. Instead, she inched forward until she was close enough to poke her head up beneath the skirt of Erin's dress.<br><br>Darkness enveloped her. But she didn't need to see to know where she was going. She kissed the inside of Erin's thigh. Touch would guide her. And scent. She could smell the older woman's arousal, the wetness between her legs. Giggling, Celeste lifted her butt up into the air and shook it, like a pup wagging her tail, in the air behind her. She pushed forward, marking the inside of Erin's thigh with kiss after kiss after kiss. At long last, she found what she sought. <br><br>Another kiss, this one across the middle of Erin's panties. A longer kiss, wetter. She let her lips linger there, allowing the heat of her mouth to seep through the fabric. Then she moved her head off to the side, tongue sneaking out of her mouth. She slipped it through the leg-hole of Erin's panties, pushed it as far as it would go, tasting, touching, teasing.<br><br>Darkness made it impossible to tell exactly what she was doing. She could feel her way along, but her tongue didn't offer quite the same tactile feedback that her fingers would have done. Still, she had a vague idea of where she was and what she was doing. Her tongue moved upwards along the outside of Erin's slit, while her teeth clamped down on the older woman's panties.<br><br>"Mommy." She moaned, the sound only partially muffled by the dress. Celeste lifted a hand then, slipped a finger through the side of the panties not blocked by her tongue. The pad of that finger -- her index -- went for Mommy's clit. In her blindness, she fumbled around some, searching, but eventually managed to find that sweet pearl of nerves. She didn't immediately touch it, instead circling around the edges, brushing it, grazing, slowly, teasingly, moving towards it. Then she began to massage it. Gentle but not too gentle.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueEyedBard</strong> on <strong>13-04-2021, 17:59:06</strong>
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				<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> Satisfied <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste <br><br><hr><hr><br>Mar made eye contact with Celeste, when her little girl finally lifted her head from her shoulder, sharing a silent, tender moment. When Celeste leaned in to kiss her cheek, she didn't move to get in her way, her hands just caressed up her little girl's arms until she was holding the girl's shoulders in her palms. After the second kiss, Mar slid her hands up her daughter's beautiful, porcelan neck. Then with her thumbs, she wiped away the stain of tears from those beautifully rosey cheeks. After the third kiss, Mar just smiled before guiding Celeste's face toward her own again, but this time she pressed her own lips to her daughter's and kissed her luscious pout.<br><br>In spite of their relationship being what it was, the kiss was very tame. She could have grabbed Celeste's hair and yanked her head back. Or pushed her down to her knees and show her what a real punishment would be like. Hell she could have had her little girl strip naked and parade around in pony heels, if she had wanted. <br>But instead she just enjoyed the tender moment of sincere affection between mother and daughter. She even only parted her lips a littple bit, to deepen their connection.<br><br>The moment was nice, but it was also a bit of a releif for the energy to change. Getting the chance to take a breath, cool the engines, and clear her head. Even as she saw that moment when it seemed like her little girl could decide to get salty again, she actually smirked a little. But that little smirk widened into more of a genuine smile when Celeste seemed to glow with excitement at the promise of something fun.<br><br>"Well, I thought it would be nice, since Mommy's going to be home late tonight, for us to snuggle up in the theater room, and have ourselves a movie night…" Mar explained, still wearing that big grin, hopeful her little girl would like the idea as much as she did.<br>"...and for me nothing says movie night like making freash caramel corn. How does that sound?" <br>She'd wrap one of her long arms around her daughter's shoulders, tucking the younger girl in against her as they moved toward the pool room exit.<br><br>There really wasn't a lot of weeding in the first place, so with both of them working on it they were done in a relatively short amount of time. Relatively because had Celeste just done her chores in the beginning, it would have been long ago, but Mar wasn't going to bring that up. Though she did let a sneaky smirk cross her lips as she picked up the hose and sprayer they had been using to water the plants behind their work. Then she looked over to young Celeste as her girl got up from where she was pulling the last few weeds. <br><br>Her plan was wicked as she eyed her daughter's sweet little ass in her bikini bottoms. Then, aiming her sprayer like a wild west cowboy, she shot a stream of icy cold water, soaking her little girl's perfectly toned ass as she laughed. "Here you go, baby. So you can cool off after work!" She teased her daughter and laughed a little more before stopping the spray of water. <br>"So, ready to go inside, or are you still hot?" She asked with a wink as she held the hose up at shoulder level as if to say she could give Celeste another squirt if she didn't seize her opportunity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>13-04-2021, 23:35:30</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; <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 3, Mid morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Very happy, amused, turned on<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Little girl, definitely a little girl<br><hr><hr><br>It was amusing how little Celeste almost demanded being allowed to service her new mommy. Of course, it was much more likely that the near tantrum came from being told no, but the little girl didn't push things far enough to trigger punishment. Though she came rather close. <br><br>"Good girl... I love having your beautiful little face between my legs, worshiping your Mommy like the best little girl ever..." Each kiss got a soft, happy little noise, and the pert butt wiggles a delighted laugh. Such a beautiful and delightful girl. "I'm sure you will get plenty of opportunities my little love. Maybe during my next video meeting you can kneel under my desk and give my pussy lots of attention... Nobody would ever guess that I have my daughter down there, being Mommy's perfect little personal assistant..."<br><br>Erin didn't seem to mind how loud the little blonde was being, even draping her long legs lightly on the girl's back. "Mm, no fingers. Just your mouth. You can take down my panties if you need, but you're going to lick Mommy till I tell you to stop, do you understand? I want you to really show me how much you love this pussy, how much you love licking me in the dressing room, and that you belong to Mommy and Daddy and are doing this to please us, like a good girl."<br><br>Erin was most definitely ready to have her first little orgasm... Pressing the girl's head in tighter with her hands, forcing the beloved college student to take it, as Mommy wiggled and squirmed, rubbing and grinding before holding still to let Celeste do her job. But Erin definitely wasn't above randomly grabbing hair or head as a bit of extra leverage and control, doing it randomly during the oral attention... And definitely when she was cumming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2021, 08:36:12</strong>
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				<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> Outside<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Feisty<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mar<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste would have been happy to spend the rest of the night right wrapped up in those strong arms, if Mar gave her the chance. It had not taken her very long to decide that Daddy's lap was her very favourite seat in the whole house. And it was <em>her</em> seat. She'd decided that too and did not feel that it was at all presumptuous for her to make, even though their little family had only been together a few days now. No. Mar's lap was her spot, her seat, her place. It belonged to her, just as much as she belonged to Mar and to Erin. <br><br>On the other hand, she knew better -- especially now -- than to resist Daddy's wishes. So when the older woman began to usher Celeste out of her chair, she reluctantly obliged. Her only protest was a small, barely audible whimper, and for a brief moment she clung a little tighter onto Mar's arms as if with no intention of letting go. But she quickly relented, slid her butt off Daddy's lap, and rose to her feet. <br><br>She had reached around to give her bikini-clad ass a few gentle rubs -- the pain hadn't left her completely just yet -- when Mar mentioned her plans for their evening together. The news put a bright smile on the younger girl's face, and she eagerly nodded her head. "What movie should we watch?" She asked, though it really didn't matter to her. The snuggles were what she really wanted -- and the caramel corn. Any treat her Daddy made was bound to be delicious -- yet another of the many wonderful things that Celeste had learned in these past few days with her new family. "What kind of juice do we have to drink with the popcorn? Oh! Or can I have a soda?" Celeste had a very sweet tooth. <br><br>She was thinking about all these things as they made their way back out into the yard to where her chores remained undone. Seeing the weedy earth dampened her mood a little bit. She frowned, but giving her pink bum another quick rub decided it would not be a good idea to complain. Anyway, the work went quickly enough, and she was just pulling up the final weed from the garden when she heard some footsteps coming up behind her. Celeste didn't turn to greet them. She knew they belonged to Mar and suspected her Daddy was coming over to check on her progress.<br><br>Then she squealed. <br><br>"<em>Daddy!</em>" She gasped, spinning around to face her attacker. This turned out to be a poor decision. The hose was still spraying water when Celeste turned, and so the girl's front was doused too. Her breasts, her tummy, even a little bit of her face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth agape. "That's cold!" She protested, hugging her arms tight to her body. A scowl darkened her face. A scowl that quickly gave way to a mischievous grin. Celeste's blue eyes sparkled, and suddenly she rose to her feet, rushing at Mar. <br><br>The attack was doomed from the start. Of the three women in this little family of theirs, Mar was the biggest and the strongest. She was tall and athletic; she was a tomboy to the core. Celeste landed firmly on the other side of the scale. She was soft, sweet, and feminine. Her arms were toned, but they weren't strong. She was stubborn, though. And she constantly overestimated her own strength. She tried to pry the hose free from Mar's grip, giggling when she realized it wasn't working. <br><br>"Give it to me!" She demanded, playfully. Her intent had been to pay the older woman back; if she couldn't be dry, at least she could soak Mar's clothing too. So far, it wasn't going well. So, Celeste tried another tactic. Giving up on appropriating the hose, she simply hugged her own wet body to Mar's. She wrapped her slender arms around the older woman's waist, squeezing their bodies close together. It wasn't nearly so effective as the dousing with the hose had been. But it was something. Mar would, at least, likely have to change her top. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2021, 08:50:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing room<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Aroused &amp; eager!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste dropped her hand the moment Erin told her no fingers allowed. She could be obedient, when she wanted to be! She even gave a little nod of her head, which Erin would see by the movement in her skirt, and a muffled murmur of assent. Anyway, her fingers had been more for Erin's benefit than her own. They were all three of them still getting used to each other's bodies and desires. Only Mar and Erin were by then intimately aware of what the other liked. The real treat for Celeste was getting to use her mouth and tongue to please her Mommy's pussy. The taste, the scent, the feel of it -- she loved it all. Best of all was the psychological aspect. She was pleasing her dominant lover.<br><br>She hoped so, anyway.<br><br>Celeste had done this before with a few other woman. Not many, but a few. She hadn't done it with so little visibility, though -- never with her head hidden her lover's skirt. She let Erin's reactions, both physical and verbal, guide her as much as the tactile feedback on the end of her tongue. <br><br>Looking back, she'd probably regret not taking Mommy up on the offer to remove those panties. In the moment, though, Celeste was enjoying herself too much to bother. Any time she spent pulling the older woman's panties down was time without her tongue and mouth between her lover's legs. So, she kept sliding her tongue in between the fabric. She nudged them aside as much as she could with her nose and mouth, which did help. Mostly, though, she focused entirely on Mommy's cunt. Its taste, its scent, its feel -- it was wet now, so wet, a mix of her saliva and Erin's arousal. <br><br>Mostly, she paid attention to the clit -- even in complete darkness, it wasn't difficult to find. The obstructive panties made it somewhat difficult, but she manage. She began vibrating it with the tip of her tongue, gently circling it, massaging it, coaxing it as best she could toward climax. <br><br>Her hands, meanwhile, were rubbing up and down Erin's ankles and calves, always stopping a few inches short of her knees before coming back down. Mommy said no fingers; but Celeste thought this, at least, would be permitted. Her tongue never stopped its diligent work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>21-04-2021, 21:32:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, Mid morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Oh yes.... <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Best little girl ever<br><hr><hr><br>"Good little girl... Good daughter... All you ever have to do is obey Mommy and Daddy, follow our orders and we will raise you to be the most wonderful little girl ever, obedient and loved and spoiled." The redhead tangled her fingers in that gorgeous blonde hair, so like her beloved wife's. And her noises were definitely pleased, happy and fully charged with the intense eroticism of having her little girl between her legs in the semipublic setting. And Mommy's most obvious sign of exactly how aroused she truly was definitely included the wetness and enveloping smell of a pleased woman. <br><br>"Good girl, good girl, such a wonderful sweet little babygirl for Mommy, my little precious princess, keep going, keep going..." Erin tried to muffle her cries... It wasn't the first time she'd had an orgasm in a dressing room, or even this specific one, but that didn't lessen the intensity one bit as she ground against her daughter's precious mouth.<br><br>Mommy didn't rest long though, finally releasing sweet little Celeste from the soft prison of pussy and legs, pulling the college girl up to sit on her lap. "Now Mommy's going to reward you, darling..." Mommy slid two fingers deep inside her little girl, starting a slow but relentless stroking as she held her girl tight and snug, comforted and sheltered and obedient. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>22-04-2021, 08:12:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing room<br><strong>Mood:</strong> On the edge!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>It may not have been Erin's first time doing this in a dressing room, but it was Celeste's. Just one more aspect of her virginity that Mar, Erin, or the two of them together took from their little girl. And just like all the others so far, Celeste was loving it. In that moment, she'd become so consumed by her task that she probably wouldn't even cared of Erin screamed out in delight, letting everyone in the store know exactly what the two of them were getting up to.<br><br>On the way out, however, she'd be mortified: red cheeked, eyes glued to the ground. Good thing, then, that Erin had a little more self-control than her submissive babygirl did. And the lack of screaming or moaning did not diminish the moment in the slightest. <br><br>Celeste had never realized how good it could feel to give someone else an orgasm. She'd always enjoyed it, to a degree. It was fun, seeing another person twist and writhe with the pleasure she gave to them. Fun, yes. But nothing like this. This was bliss. This, by itself, was better than any orgasm of her own that Celeste had ever had -- except, of course, the ones that Mar or Erin had given her over the past few days. Those were still better. This was close, though. The way Erin's body shivered, the taste and rush of wetness against her lips, the heat, the passion. <em>Fuck.</em><br><br>She could do this all day. All day, every day. <br><br>Mommy, however, seemed to have other plans. Celeste's tongue was still busy lapping up the remains of her Mommy's orgasm, nibbling her thighs and kissing her pussy, when she felt herself being 'released' from between Erin's legs. A second later, she had her butt in Mommy's lap, slightly confused over what just happened. Then it all became clear. So, so, so clear.<br><br>"<em>Ah!</em>" She gasped. It was lucky for the two of them that the sudden penetration pushed all the air out of her lungs. Otherwise, that little gasp would almost certainly have been a loud scream. As it was, her lungs lacked the air to produce that much noise. <br><br>Her thighs clapped shut around Erin's hand, then quickly snapped open. Then, without a thought for what she was doing, Celeste slid her hand down between her legs, not to push Erin's away but to give it a little aid. Her index finger went instantly to her clit, rubbing it far more aggressively than she would have done by herself on some lonely night tucked away in her room with an erotic novel open in her lap. She couldn't help herself. It was all happening so fast. So fast. So good. She bit down on her lip, her entire body shuddering. <br><br>It wouldn't take much guesswork for Mommy to realize that her little girl wasn't going to last very long. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>01-05-2021, 16:40:14</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, Mid morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;dress shopping!!!<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Oh yes.... <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Best little girl ever<br><hr><hr><br>Despite still being a little weak in the knees from her own orgasm, from having her beautiful and wonderful precious little girl between her legs, Erin was definitely in charge of the situation, her daughter. Giggling at the sweet submissive, Mommy gave the college girl a short kiss, before focusing on the important thing... Blowing the blondes mind. <br><br>"Such a good girl, made Mommy so very happy. I'm so proud of you! I love you darling. You did wonderful." Erin didn't mind the assistance at all, keeping up her steady fingering of that needy little pussy. "Look at me. Look at Mommy, your owner." The older woman was smiling, just a little bit stern as her emerald eyes bored into Celeste's. "No orgasm until Mommy says... You have to hold it. You have to wait. You can't do it without permission." <br><br>Much as she loved being in control of the situation, the scene, the girl... Erin did have more plans for the day, and couldn't spend it all in the dressing room. Besides, she wanted to make her little girl orgasm, to reward her for everything. Placing her free, slender hand over the girl's sweet little gaspy mouth, Mommy just couldn't draw it out for more than a couple of minutes. "Cum now, cum for Mommy, little love. Give me a nice big orgasm." Speeding up her fingering, Erin was determined to get the orgasm from her new daughter. <br><br>After the cummy, Erin switched the fingers from Celeste's young sweet pussy to the girls mouth, letting the one who made the mess clean it up. That was fair, right? But she also lovingly stroked her baby's lovely hair, murmuring encouragement. "So good. My precious daughter. I'm so, so proud of you. I love you. I'm glad you're in my life."<br><br>Finally, she thought they were both recovered enough to move on, put the dresses in order and leave their little nest. Erin and Celeste had good taste, and Mommy was skilled at picking things that likely would fit, so most of the beautiful dresses were going home with them. The changing room attendant was bright red and mostly not looking at the couple... She <em>knew, </em> but was also shooting quick, jealous glances at Mommy and babygirl. Erin, though she was grinning slightly, ignored the poor staff member.<br><br>The cashier, a stern looking older woman who's every line and movement screamed 'manager' however, was not at all blushing. <br>(https://www.heraldscotland.com/resources/images/7430781.png?display=1&amp;htype=21&amp;type=responsive-gallery)<br><br>Looking over her severe glasses at the couple, she sighed loudly, clearly disapproving. "You again? Should I check the security tapes for the corner stall, call the guards? And with some little teen! Clearly not your wife." The older woman said, mild censure clear in her tone.<br><br>Erin just took it in stride, rolling her eyes with a little snort, squeezing Celeste's hand a little tighter. "Oh Rosaline, hush. Stop messing with my daughter. We both know there's no camera there for a reason. Celeste, this witch is in the kink scene, and don't let her fool you, she eats teens and coeds as often as she can."<br><br>Said witch chuckled, relaxing some. Slightly. She didn't seem to bend much, ever. "You and Mar certainly got yourselves a beautiful little thing. Unfortunately, you're going to spoil her rotten. If you ever want me to teach her real discipline, I most certainly will." She looked Celeste up and down, weighing. <br><br>Erin sighed, pulling her daughter close. "Really, Rose? You're in a mood today. Knock it off. Plenty of people like your style, you don't have to poach our sweetie." Turning a big, almost goofy smile on the college student, Erin was clearly oozing pride. "Besides, Mommy and Daddy love our little darling and she's going to behave out of love and respect."<br><br>The older shop owner grumbled, but finished ringing them up, Erin sliding the credit card across the desk before the total was announced. She didn't really need her daughter knowing just how much they had spent on dresses. And despite the edge to the banter, Rosalie did give the friend discount. <br><br>Back at the car, first thing Mommy did was buckle her baby in the seat, leaning in to give the girl a long, lingering kiss. Her love secure and cared for, the dresses were put in the trunk, and they were on the way to the upscale grocery store, full of elegantly dressed people. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>03-05-2021, 11:03:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Car<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Eager for home!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>The last few minutes in the dressing room passed like a hazy dream for Celeste. She'd been given orgasms by other people before -- mostly Mar and Erin -- but never in a public place, never like this. It turned out to be a lot for a young and inexperienced girl to handle. Not, Celeste thought as she approached her climax, that that was a bad thing at all. <br><br>She barely managed to hold off when Erin commanded her to wait, struggled even more to keep herself from screaming out when she finally did get permission. Celeste wasn't even sure how much she'd succeeded at that last. She had no intention of asking, either. In some cases, ignorance really is bliss. She shuddered through the pleasure, convulsing in her Mommy's lap, legs squeezing shut, then flying open again, shut open. Bliss. Heaven. The best orgasm she'd ever had.<br><br><em>Yet.</em><br><br>"Mommy." She whispered a gasp when it was over, eyes fluttering briefly shut then back open. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, a bead of sweat trickling down her forehead. She reached up, wiping her brow. The back of her hand came back slick. Then, taking a deep breath in through her nose, out through her mouth, she grinned. <br><br>It was on wobbly knees that she followed Erin out of the fitting room a minute or two later. Blessedly for her, she didn't notice the blushing saleswoman in the hallway on their way out. If she had, Celeste's face would have been equally as red. More red. She did not have the same self-assuredness that either of her new parents did. <br><br>Much more difficult to ignore was the older woman at the checkout. Impossible, really. <br><br>Celeste's eyes widened first at the knowing look on her face, and then a little more at her brazen comments. It was the offer to teach her some 'real discipline' that had Celeste inching over to put her Mommy's body between herself and Rose. "<em>Real discipline?</em>" Celeste mouthed to herself. She hadn't completely hidden herself from the older woman's view, just enough that, if she needed, she could quickly vanish behind Mommy's larger form. <br><br>Realizing that Rose was still looking at her, Celeste lowered her eyes and began to bounce nervously from one foot to the other. She doubted that either Erin or Mar would actually let another person discipline her. But doubt was not certainty. She had agreed to submit to their authority. Not that they could <em>force</em> her into anything; she had her safeword. That was only for when she really needed it, though. She doubted a session with this Rose lady would qualify. There wouldn't be any sessions with her anyway, Celeste reminded herself. Still, the older woman frightened her in the same way that a strict, old-fashioned teacher might frighten a naive little girl in her classroom.<br><br>On the way out of the store, Celeste held a tight grip on her Mommy's hand. Near the door, she peeked over her shoulder back at Rose, whose keen eyes locked instantly onto her own. Celeste gasped, then quickly spun around, hurrying up her step when she did, only slowing once they had put the store behind them. <br><br>"Are we going home now?" Celeste asked once Mommy had finished putting their things away in the trunk. She'd untangled herself from the seatbelt shoulder strap, putting it uselessly behind her back. Now only the waist-strap was keeping her in place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>06-05-2021, 15:09:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;To the grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; tolerant. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Babygirl<br><hr><hr><br>"Hello little babygirl." Mommy grinned down at her little daughter, so proud, so happy. Completely full of love and care. There was plenty of petting and attention before moving on from the cozy little changing room. <br><br>Erin squeezed her daughter's hand gently, giggling at the nerves of her sweetie. "Rose is intense, huh? She has people melting all over her at parties." Mommy... <em>might</em> loan her little girl out, under the right circumstances, if Daddy was ok with it too, but she certainly wasn't going to let the little blonde out of her sight for the foreseeable future. She was too precious. <br><br>"No sweetie, we have to go to the grocery store too, remember?" The redhead said sweetly in response to the first question leaning over to get the seatbelt in a safe position across the college girl's beautiful chest, giving the strap a little tug to leave it firmly in place. Had to have a safe baby, after all! <br><br>In response to the second time Celeste asked if they had to go, Erin gave the tiniest sigh, though it wasn't stretching her patience, not yet. "Yes dear, I said so this morning, that hasn't changed." <br><br>And the third time, the excitable girl got just a little bit of a look. "Darling daughter, if you want to eat something other than rice and beans for the next week, we need to get supplies..." Erin's voice was dry, three times of the same question was pushing the limits. Of course, with Mar in the kitchen, simple staples were magically transformed into delicious treats, so the minor Mommy threat wasn't super serious. Still, one of the perks of being in the city was electricity, freezers and fridges for extra special things. Erin didn't mind roughing it, even now, but no need to suffer if she didn't have to. <br><br>Fortunately, they arrived at the store, full of beautiful people, the kinds of looks from money, easy lives, and a certain amount of luxurious pampering. Erin didn't quite fit in, having seen sun and snow, lacking a certain gloss. But she more than made up for it in grace and poise, in control of all she surveyed... Including little Celeste, holding the girls hand at every moment. "Don't wander off sweetie, let's get through the list and then we can get home and relax."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>07-05-2021, 05:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Car<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Distracted, energetic <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><em>Intense.</em> Not exactly the word Celeste would have used, though she supposed it fit well enough. Intimidating fit better. Like some stoic old teacher with an iron nerve and an ever harder swing. She probably liked to use a cane, too. She seemed the type. Celeste shivered to think of it. <br><br>"No." Celeste muttered out the window when asked if she remembered being told about their upcoming trip to the grocery store. Then she turned her head back toward Erin, and something about the look on Mommy's face jogged the girl's memory. She didn't say anything, but nodded her head. <br><br>A few minutes later, she decided to ask again. <em>'Do we have to go?'</em> Similar response. Celeste sighed, turning her attention back out the window to watch the street pass them by. Soon, she was swaying in her seat, dancing to the beat of the background music coming from the car's stereo. She didn't know the song, but she liked it. Then she decided to try her luck one more time. <br><br><em>'We could go another day!'</em> The look her suggestion earned sent a chill down her spine. She sucked her lips into her mouth, and shrank down into her seat, eyeing Mommy with a pair of big, wary eyes. For a second, she considered pointing out that they could order food if they didn't want to eat rice all day every day. But quickly decided against it. She remained pleasantly compliant for the rest of the trip. No more protests from Mommy's little girl. <br><br>In the parking lot, she patiently swung her feet while Erin came around to open the door and unbuckle her from the seat. A task that she herself was fully capable of doing, but she had become fully absorbed by her Little role. And little girl's always waited for their Mommies to get them out of the car. From the parking lot to the store, they walked hand-in-hand.<br><br>Once inside, Celeste regained some of her independence. It was the candy she spotted on some nearby shelves that did it. Maybe, she decided, this wouldn't be such a boring trip, after all. She began to tug Erin in that direction. Tried to, anyway. Celeste, adult or little, did not possess the physical strength of her Mommy. Or her Daddy, for that matter. She was the smallest of the three women, which suited her role well. <br><br>She gave up trying to force Erin where she wanted to go. Only because she spotted something else to interest her, though. Chocolate muffins stuffed full of chocolate chips. She grabbed a container off a nearby shelf as they walked by, dropping it into their cart. Then another one. Two boxes would be better, she decided. There were only six in each. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>09-05-2021, 03:28:58</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;To the grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; tolerant. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Babygirl<br><hr><hr><br><br>"Mm." Mommy replied, at the mumbling. <em>Was that enough sass to warrant discipline? Not... Really, no. Celeste is young and still learning how to behave. I can cut her some slack. Besides, I want her to be free to be herself.</em> Plus... The more subtle methods of control were often amazingly effective. <br><br>And it was fun to watch her precious beloved dance, and Erin joined in the fun, singing part of the words, though she frequently got lost in the rapid fire Spanish, and laughing at her own stumbles. "Argentinian folk music. If you want to really laugh at me, I can show you some of the Chacarera dances, with lots of big sweeping motions. It really loses out on a vital element without the male part though, because they break into fancy footwork and a kind of tap dancing. Much less formal than the tango."<br><br>Mommy wasn't about to let her little girl look so worried for long. The lesson had been imparted, so she gently squeezed her daughter's hand in reassurance. Above all the kink and lust, Erin loved the girl deeply. <br><br>"Oh, you already settled on your sugary treat for the trip? That's good!" Mommy had informed the sweet blonde before that she got one, and only one, unhealthy special choice at the grocery. The redhead was pleased that Celeste picked something quickly, hopefully it meant there wouldn't be any fussing. Erin was an optimist, yes. But she did slip the second tub of muffins back on the shelf... One meant one, after all. Then her attention was split between her list and the items, picking this and that, though she paused to look at the beautiful darling, once pulling her in for a quick kiss.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2021, 16:07:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Car<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Grumpy!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br><em>One?</em> Celeste thought, looking up into Erin's eyes. Then down into the cart where her two boxes of muffins were sitting. One of them now being removed. She pursed her lips at that, staring. Her jaw clenched. Hands tightening into two little fists at her sides. She watched as Mommy took her carefully chosen treat out of their cart and place it back on the shelf. Just like that. No negotiation. Nothing.<br><br>Celeste knew, of course, that this was the way of things in her new world. The way she <em>wanted</em> things to be. She'd had fantasies almost exactly like this one while laying awake at night in her bed, staring up at the ceiling and dreaming about the future. A loving Mommy who just wanted the best for her little girl -- even when that meant denying her little girl the things she wanted. <br><br>Yet the frustration she felt was entirely genuine. The frown on her face not an act. She <em>wanted</em> both boxes. She also wanted more than <em>one</em> sugary snack. She could feel her temperature rising. Feel the desire to throw a fit. To reach over and pluck another box from the shelf and put into the cart to replace the one Erin had just removed. That indeed was the beauty of this relationship for Celeste. She wasn't a slave or a pet to a pair of dominant Mistresses. Erin wasn't a task-master. She was <em>Mommy.</em> Celeste was her little girl. That meant she had some freedom. She could let her personality go. She could be herself, not just in a way that a BDSM slave or pet could not, but in a way that <em>she</em> had never felt free to do as an adult at all. <br><br>She just had to decide. Was it worth it? She knew it wouldn't go well for her if she protested. She knew it'd go even worse if she outright defied what Erin told her. But there would also be <em>one</em> brief moment of intense satisfaction. Followed by some not-so-fun moments of scolding or worse. She bit her lip, looking at Mommy. Sizing her up. Her eyes narrowed. Her hand twitched. Eyes darted back to the muffins. Back to Mommy. <br><br>Then, at last, she gave a soft whimper of frustration, stamped her foot, and gave it all up. Not worth it. <br><br>"I can have two if I want." Celeste muttered in a tone just barely loud enough for Erin to hear. The sort of tone that suggested Celeste couldn't decide if she <em>wanted</em> Mommy to hear or not. Wasn't like she'd broken a rule, though. She turned her gaze grumpily away from the older woman.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, BlueEyedBard)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>18-05-2021, 08:54:13</strong>
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				<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, late morning <br><strong>Location:</strong> Garden<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Playful, happy<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Celeste <br><br><hr><hr><br>Mar laughed aloud at her daughter’s playful outrage, releasing a couple more short sprays of cold water as they wrestled for the hose.&nbsp; A little corner of her mind noted happily that the Altercation was over and the day was recovered.&nbsp; This new, more pleasant confrontation was easy to win, a firm grip here and a twisting evasion there.&nbsp; She manipulated Celeste’s body physically, demonstrating her strength and dominance not by forcing the little girl but just by effortlessly resisting her.&nbsp; Mar’s breath quickened, her skin flush with more than exercise.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew when Celeste changed tactics before it happened, saw the wicked grin bloom as the idea formed.&nbsp; Mar didn’t resist it, just took the little girl into her arms, pressing back against her even as the cold water soaked through her clothes.&nbsp; “Brat,” she managed through lips stuck in a wide smile, “Now I’m wet, too.”&nbsp; <br><br>Mar released a small sigh, relaxing into her daughters embrace, reaching around with her free arm to pull closer.&nbsp; They dripped together for a few seconds.&nbsp; Then Mar’s hand moved up slightly, releasing the catch of her daughter’s top.&nbsp; At the same time she tucked the nozzle of the hose inside the band of Celeste’s swim bottoms and shot a full burst of spray between the girl’s legs.&nbsp; <br><br>Dancing back a few steps, Mar admired her handiwork.&nbsp; She had the wicked grin now, the hose sprayer raised like a hold up.&nbsp; Her grin was darker, though, her narrowed eyes sultry and ominous.&nbsp; “I think you should take off those wet things before you finish the last bit.&nbsp; Can’t have you catch cold.”&nbsp; A quick spray just, just missing Celeste, to make it clear obedience was expected promptly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>20-05-2021, 04:04:37</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; tolerant. <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Babygirl<br><hr><hr><br>It was fascinating to watch the beautiful, perfect little girl struggle so much with her spoiled, uncontrolled side, her desires not to upset Mommy, and knowledge of the consequences of disobedience. Erin genuinely had no idea what sweet Celeste would choose. The redhead kept a soft smile on her face, not wanting to bias the decision one way or the other at all. A huge smile blossomed on her face as her daughter chose not to pick that particular battle. Wise. Sweeping the blonde into a tight hug, Mommy covered the darling face with kisses. "I'm proud of you for choosing the healthy option, my sweet angel! Such a good girl. Isn't your birthday coming up soon? Maybe as one of your presents, Mommy will let you have two sugar treats that shopping trip! You'd have to talk to Daddy and see what she says about her present though. "<br><br>Mommy made sure to hold Celeste's hand for a while, occasionally pointing out something for the girl to add to the cart. But Mommy's attention slipped in one of the most dangerous isles... The cereal section! Erin was busy comparing two very boring, very adult cereals with healthy names and boring boxes where the first ingredient was something icky like granola. The cart was moderately full, and Celeste unmonitored for just a minute. Opportunity?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-05-2021, 01:24:59</strong>
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				<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> Backyard<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Energetic<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daddy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste beamed, looking quite pleased with herself. "That's what you get." She told Mar in a self-satisfied tone. Almost patronizing. Like she was the Daddy here, Mar her little girl: <em>Mess with me, this is what happens!</em> It might have been disrespectful, if it wasn't so obviously absurd. <br><br>She eased her grip when Mar relaxed into her arms, no longer fearing retribution. Not that even her tightest grip could have prevented Daddy from breaking free. Might have slowed her down a little, though. Celeste leaned into her, losing herself for a moment in the strength of the other woman's body. She didn't mind so much being soaked now; it let her appreciate Mar's warmth all the more. <br><br>With her guard down, she didn't see the next attack coming, not until Daddy slipped the hose into her swimsuit bottoms. By then it was too late; it had always been too late. So this was what happened when <em>she</em> messed with Mar. Freezing cold water, the most sensitive part of her body. Not a great combination. Celeste gasped, felt her eyes bulging. She meant to scream, but when she opened her mouth discovered that she had no breath left in her lungs to make a sound. Like she'd been plunged into an icy river. <br><br>Dancing from foot to foot, she put both hands over her groin, bent over at the waist. "Daddy!" She finally managed, reached out to swipe at the hose. But Mar was already out of reach. Celeste giggled, stamping her foot. "You're such a <em>bully</em>" <br><br>As if on cue, Mar raised the hose to her, threatening another spar. Celeste pointed an outstretched at her chest. "I don't think--" Her refusal turned into a squeal when a new spurt of water shot passed her. Celeste jumped to the side, away from it, even though it wasn't anywhere close to her. "Someone might see, though!" She protested, covering up her breasts, as if they were already exposed. It wasn't likely anyone <em>would</em> see. They had ample privacy here in their yard. But they <em>were</em> outside. Celeste looked around, as if searching for any spying eyes. Then back to Mar. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>21-05-2021, 08:22:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Bored<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>"My birthday!" Celeste gasped, having at last managed to wriggle away from Erin's barrage of kisses. Not that she didn't appreciate them. This little girl was every bit as affectionate as her Mommy domme. "It is soon! I can't wait for my party!" She beamed, bouncing up onto the tips of her toes briefly before falling back onto the flats of her feet. If they'd been together long, this little family of theirs, she might have inquired about her presents: <em>What are you getting me? Do I get a present from both of you? I want this. I want that.</em> The sort of thing any typical little girl would do. But they hadn't been together very long, and Celeste didn't want them to start worrying she was only here for their money. So, instead of asking about her presents, she just gave her Mommy another big hug and a kiss. <br><br>It didn't take long for boredom to kick back in once they started around the store together. Celeste lagged behind every few minutes, distracted by one thing or another, until Mommy's grip on her hand tugged her back alongside the cart. To her credit, at least, Celeste didn't bother the older woman by asking over and over: <em>Are we done yet?</em> She kept her silence, held her tongue, and even managed to keep her hot little hands from snatching anymore sugary treats into their cart. <br><br>That is, until they reached the cereal section.<br><br>Celeste watched from the cart for a few moments while Mommy examined two boxes of cereal. She couldn't see what they were, but judging by the bland boxes -- they weren't nearly colourful enough -- she doubted they were the kind she liked. Which of course meant she'd have to do a little shopping on her own. Her eyes were drawn to the shelves behind her. That's where the colourful boxes she recognized were all lined up in delicious rows. She did not ask permission. <br><br>A few seconds later, she had two boxes of Fruit Loops -- her favourite -- and one Lucky Charms in her arms. She returned to the cart, dropped them unceremoniously over the edge, the boxes landing with a dull thud atop whatever they happened to hit on their way down. Celeste didn't bother to look. Instead, she took the cart, twisted it around, and pushed it back toward where her Mommy was still examining the boring cereal. Celeste bumped the edge into her side. Just a gentle nudge to get her attention. Very soft. But still probably not appreciated by Mommy.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>22-05-2021, 16:22:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; tolerant to stunned. Just amazed.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Babygirl<br><hr><hr><br>Smiling down at the girl, Mommy was almost just as excited about the upcoming celebration as her precious little daughter. "Yes! Soon! I can't wait, and it will be the best birthday ever! I know Daddy and I are super excited!" Taking Celeste's hands, Erin twirled the adorable sweetie, leaning into the hug, enthusiastically returning the kiss. Erin had screened the many applicants very carefully... A certain amount of financial support was part of the deal, but she fully knew that wasn't why Celeste was with her and Mar. It was about emotions, the healing of old wounds, the attention and care. Love, and parents who loved her enough to create rules, enforce the discipline and structure that darling babygirl had lacked. The pool and the college 'scholarship' were perks, and great ones. But they were just bonuses, and Celeste would have joined the couple if they lived in a trailer in the country. Because money couldn't buy the strict but loving parents the college girl needed. <br><br>Erin let out a started noise as the cold, hard metal of the cart intruded on her deliberations. Whirling around, the redhead scanned the aisle, fully ready to scold some mother for not watching her child, or smile and joke with some sweet old lady who needed a stronger glasses prescription. Instead, there was only.... Celeste, her own daughter. <br><br>Moving her gaze from the cart to the girl, Erin, Mommy, just seemed confused. She couldn't figure out what had just happened. Little Celeste just didn't seem to be acting like the bump had been an accident. Surely her daughter knew better? Surely? The older woman's gaze drifted down the cart again, lingering on the three ..&nbsp; three!!! Boxes of forbidden treats, dumped casually on top like they belonged there. Then she lifted her steady, unwavering emerald gaze to stare directly into her little girl's lovely eyes. "Yes dear, what can I do for you?" She said, quietly, calmly. The stillness of a pond in winter, where temperatures could drop to lethal degrees in seconds, the footing was treacherous, and cutting winds could lash in from nowhere at any second. Celeste was in at least two kinds of trouble, but Mommy was going to give her a chance to come up with an extraordinary good explanation....&nbsp; Or possibly dig herself deeper. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>24-05-2021, 21:39:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste only meant to <em>tap</em> the cart against Erin's side, just enough to get her attention. A brush of steel on hip. That's all. She wasn't some bratty little girl who'd ever dare bump the cart against her Mommy with the intention of annoying her. Certainly never to hurt. Just an innocent little taptap to let it be known that she was done here and wanted to go home! <br><br>Only, the look that her little tap spawned on Mommy's face immediately suggested to Celeste that maybe she'd miscalculated. Her own jaw tightened, eyes widening a little. She backed the cart up a few inches, away from Erin's body. As if moving backward might also move her backward in time, to the moment before she decided to brush the cart up against her Mommy's hip. It didn't work. That dangerous look remained plastered across Erin's face.<br><br>Celeste shrank down a little on her side of the car then. Lowered her head and chewed her lip. She squirmed, shifting her weight nervously from one foot to the other. Put her index finger up to her lips, started to chew the nail. She saw the way Erin's eyes lingered on the three boxes; she knew now that that had been a mistake too. <br><br>"They're cereal!" She protested, voice squeaky and defensive. Then, a little softer, more of grumble, she added. "They're not treats. They're breakfast."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>27-05-2021, 14:21:52</strong>
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				The redhead sighed to herself, mentally steeling her resolve for the scolding she had to deliver. A very large part of her wanted to just eternally hug the girl and give her whatever she wanted, spoil her beyond belief. But while that could be a type of love, for Celeste it would also be unacceptable neglect. Dominating the blonde little angel in the bedroom was almost miraculously arousing, fulfilling and sensual... Verbally having to correct her child's behavior in public was much harder. But absolutely necessary, both to fulfill her side of the bargain, and to ensure that the girl learned proper behavior and discipline, so she could lead a good life.<br><br>Wrapping her arms tight around the adorable blonde, Mommy rested their heads together for a second. "I love you with all my heart darling, and that's never going to change. But." She whispered, meaning every word.. Though her tone definitely hardened at that last dangerous word, the but. Taking a half step back, Mommy trailed her hand over Celeste's shoulder, tracing fingers up her neck, and then gently grasping the college girls chin in her hand, staring directly into those lovely eyes. Three mistakes was at least one or two too many. "We do not bump into people with things. Do you hear me? That's really really rude. I understand the phrase Mommy I need something in at least five or six different languages. I know you're excited to be out and about with Mommy, but that never excuses rudeness. It's simply unacceptable to hit people, even if you didn't mean for it to be aggressive or hurtful. Words are polite and politeness is important. If you can't behave like a reasonably big girl, I'll have to leave you home, and don't you dare think for a second that means you get to sit around watching TV and eating ice cream! No, if I leave you at home I will be keeping a very firm eye on your behavior, and if every single chore I assign you while I'm gone isn't done, you will explain to me why and what you were doing instead. I fully believe that going out shopping with Mommy will be much more fun than that. Even if it takes longer than you want."<br><br>Shaking her head slightly, Mommy tapped her thumb against her daughter's cheek. "I'm a little disappointed that I have to explain this to you, but you are old enough that you should know this. If you make a mistake, you need to put on your big girl panties and apologize as soon as possible. If something is your fault and it was wrong, it's always okay to apologize. Once again, that's simple basic appropriate manners. Daddy and I want you to have as much fun as possible living with us, but we absolutely will not allow our daughter to be some sort of little wild child."<br><br>Her voice softened, and the tapping definitely became a stroking. There was even the hint of a smile. "Now I love Lucky charms too, but they definitely aren't healthy. Though they certainly are cereal and breakfast. I know your birth family didn't teach you this, but if something has sugar as it's second and third ingredient, it's not at all healthy. Mommy and daddy monitor what you eat because we care about you. Because we want you to be healthy and energetic and strong and have the ability to focus on your school work and chores and enjoy every moment with us. We're not limiting what you can eat or do because we're mean or cruel, but because we are genuinely trying to make everything as good as possible for you, even if it means telling you no and not giving you things you want sometimes. I'd love to be able to eat ice cream for every meal, but I can't. The same way you can't have cereal with that much sugar. Do you understand?"<br><br>Tilting her head, Erin debated making Celeste repeat the lessons that had just been imparted, to see if she comprehended everything... But it would probably be best to just leave things as it were, and see if the sweet but naughty girl understood what she was supposed to do. Mommy could always reinforce the lessons if they didn't seem to sink in right away. Her baby girl had already dug herself a little deeper by protesting, causing Mommy to weigh exactly how much spanking was needed when they returned home... Or perhaps right here in the store.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>29-05-2021, 11:01:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>As soon as she felt the cart bump into Erin's hip, Celeste knew she'd crossed a line. She'd crossed the point of no return. No turning back now from this little quest of hers that she'd first set out on when she slipped that second box of muffins into the cart. It wasn't that she was deliberately trying to get herself into trouble. Celeste didn't think so, anyway. If she'd want that, she could have added a third box of muffins to their cart instead of returning the second one to the shelf like Erin asked. That, she knew, would meant big trouble. She didn't want that, though. Not really. Not totally. <br><br>There was a battle raging inside of her, and internal tug-of-war. An angel on one shoulder urging her to do the right thing, be a good girl. A demon on the left, seducing her with its naughty schemes. One side of her wanted trouble, the other to avoid it. Spanking excited her, but it made her nervous too. It was the thrill that any submissive young woman would have for her lover's dominance; it was the healthy sort of caution that every little girl should have of her Mommy's firm hand. She took the second box of muffins to push Mommy's patience, then put them back on the shelf when she remembered that pushing Mommy's patience was never a good idea.<br><br>Now, though, that naughty side of her had taken things a step too far. And Celeste knew it. <br><br>Clamping her jaw firmly shut, she stared into Mommy's eyes, and she listened without ever daring to interrupt. She wasn't even tempted. Not this time. For the moment, at least, the little demon on her left shoulder seemed to have vanished. That naughty girl inside went silent. The good girl took over, staring into Mommy's eyes. Shifting nervously under that firm, maternal gaze. She twisted, squirmed, tugged on the hem of her shirt. But she didn't move, didn't protest, didn't dare look away. Mommy held her attention, and Celeste didn't speak until she was sure it was her turn.<br><br>Even then, all she managed was a whimpered, "I'm sorry." <br><br>Her big blues eyes turned their attention to the cart next. She suspected she knew what Mommy was getting at. In fact, she was quite certain of it. She looked at the three boxes of cereal. Then back at Mommy. Back at the cereal and its sweet, sugary goodness. <br><br>"I'll put one back. " She said, her voice cautiously defiant. She picked up one box, lifted it out of the cart. Her eyes peered up into Mommy's, searching for any sign of trouble. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>04-06-2021, 13:26:31</strong>
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				Poor sweet little Celeste squirming was utterly adorable. No matter what sorts of adjustments Mar and Erin, mommy and daddy, went through in adding the precious little blonde to their life, it was going to be worth it for every moment like this. Every second of Love they shared for the petite woman who was becoming their daughter. The redhead dominant had to try not to smile, having such loving power and control over the little darling was amazing. She nodded once, crisply at the apology. "A good start. Thank you."<br><br>But then, oh then the girl ruined everything! One step forward, three steps back! Mommy's little sweet smile didn't change at all, there was absolutely no warning, no way Celeste could have actually seen it coming. Predicted, oh yes. Expected, definitely. Knew to the depths of her soul that she had earned this treatment, yes. Mommy's hand darted out, making impact with her daughters bottom. The cute little butt hadn't exactly been the cause of this punishment, but it would receive the brunt of it. Mommy was not giving warning spankings either, but a full on pop to the butt that was only mostly muffled by the rows of cereal. "One? One. Did you not hear me or did you not understand when I explained to you that you were allowed one sugary treat per trip? Was I unclear? Please let me know how I can communicate this better, so we don't have any little unpleasant misunderstandings like this in the future! Mommy absolutely did not mean one of every kind of treat you want. That's not how a healthy diet works. That just means we have to make more trips to the store where you can try to sneak more junk food into the cart! This is not the least bit acceptable my darling. Mommy and daddy love you, and we want the best for you. This means you have rules, and they will be enforced. Rules about politeness, rules about not being a pushy baby, and definitely rules about what you eat, how you exercise, and what chores you have to do!"<br><br>Sighing slowly, the red head rubbed at an eye. "I'm not mad, I'm just confused by where the misunderstanding comes from. I still have to spank you though, to make sure it really sinks in. Because that's what it takes, doesn't it? That's how you learn I think. Put your hands on the handle of the card and don't you dare move my darling." <br><br>Fortunately the store wasn't super busy, because Mommy waited till the aisle was clear of any other customers to bring her hand against that little butt she wanted to ravish. Hard to say which was going to sting worse, the actual hand cracking against bottom, or the humiliation of being spanked in the store like a toddler. Of being made to wait as Mommy spaced out her blows to the bottom, knowing more were coming. Mommy figured a dozen of the nice hard spanks was enough, turning her daughter's head to look into her eyes. "Now. Tell Mommy what's going on my little love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>13-06-2021, 00:27:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous, embarrassed <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>"<em>Ah!</em>" Celeste called out, a little louder than she would have wanted. But she hadn't been expecting the spank, not even a little bit. She certainly hadn't been expecting one so hard. They were in the middle of a grocery store, out in public where any wandering eyes might see. She should have been safe here. She thought she <em>was</em> safe here.<br><br>She turned her eyes to look up at Erin, not daring to open her mouth. It was beginning to dawn on her that no place was safe. A few random strangers weren't going to save her from Mommy's wrath. Not that there were even any in their particular aisle just then, Celeste realized, taking a quick look behind her. She couldn't decide if it would be better for her or worse if someone were to round the corner just then. Probably worse, she thought with a grimace. 24 hours a day, seven days a week. That's what they agreed to, the three of them. <em>But we're in a grocery store!</em> She wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn't do any good. Mommy had her attention now -- she had it completely. <br><br>"I'm sorry," she managed in a small voice mid-way through Erin's lecture. She didn't interrupt. There was a pause, and she took it. The rest of the time, she kept silent, bouncing from one foot to the other, plucking nervously at the sides of her top. Never once did she take her eyes off the older woman's. They held her as firmly as any restraints ever could have done. <br><br>It was the promise of a spanking, though, that made Celeste's heart sink. She opened her mouth, not to protest but to plead. To negotiate: <em>I'll put everything back!</em> She was even ready to give up the box of muffins. Celeste would have more than happy to leave here with no treats at all, if it meant no spankings. But before she had time to speak, Mommy put a firm end to all hope of saving her poor little butt. <br><br>"But," She squeaked, then paused to look around. There still wasn't anyone sharing their aisle. Somehow, that didn't provide much comfort. She turned back to Erin -- to Mommy, red-faced and full of panic. She tugged on the sides of her top. "Please," she begged. "Can we do it when get home instead? I promise . . ." She trailed off, looking around again, for answers this time. "I'll put everything back, and I'll be good for the rest of the day. I promise." Fidgeting and twisting, she turned back to Erin. "Please, Mommy. I don't want a spanking out here. Someone might <em>see.</em>" She was careful to keep her voice barely above her whisper, her words for Mommy's ears alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>21-06-2021, 13:23:30</strong>
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				&nbsp; <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 3, late morning<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong>&nbsp; Getting irked.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Babygirl<br><hr><hr><br>Mommy nodded her acknowledgment of the apology, accepting it without slowing down the scolding at all. Celeste needed to learn, and her mommy could not allow herself to be distracted by cuteness. It was hard though, so very hard to see her little beloved daughter squirming and pleading like that. But she had to stay firm, to discipline the daughter she adored. "Put. Your. Hands. On. The. Cart, Celeste. I will not take any back talk from you. I know you're anxious and nervous, but you have to follow orders. Mommy won't do this to harm you, I promise. Things go so much better if you follow mommy's rules. They are there to help you, to learn and grow and become a better you. That's what Mommy and Daddy want, the best version of you there can be. We believe in you and love you, but the punishment has to come when you earned it. I'll make a deal with you though since you're so anxious... You can take half your spanking now and half at home, or all of it now to get it over with." <br><br>The poor little girl hadn't safeworded out, which Erin would have respected in a heartbeat. So no matter how much it tugged at her heart, she had to continue with the punishment given.&nbsp; Though in truth she was starting to look forward to it more and more, the longer her little girl first, the rougher things would be. And she certainly wasn't going to tell her baby girl this, but there would probably be extra spanks added to both halves if the little beautiful blonde chose to split the punishment. Dreading the punishment at home would of course be part of it if she chose to split up things, but mommy figured that a break between spankings meant the girls little perfect butt could take more. She nodded to a little old lady who wandered down the aisle, putting some Rice Krispies in her cart, but quickly gone. Other than that, she was just waiting for the girl to obey and choose. She would stand here till both things happened.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>22-06-2021, 07:00:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous, embarrassed <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr><br>Celeste whined audibly when she got her answer. There was a finality to it that she really didn't like, the way her Mommy emphasized every single word: <em>Put. Your. Hands. On. The. Cart, Celeste.</em> Hearing her name didn't help either. People always said there was power in names. Celeste understood what they meant now. She felt compelled to obey. Mommy hadn't left her a choice. <br><br>Except for one, of course. Her safeword was always there, like an emergency exit sign beckoning to her in the back of her mind. She <em>could</em> put an end to this, if she wanted to. But then what? The three of them had discussed at length when it was appropriate for her to use her safeword and when it wasn't. During sex, any time was fairplay. Sex was all for fun. Even the stuff that hurt was meant to enhance the pleasure. If she wasn't enjoying herself during sex, she could use the safeword whenever she wanted. It was different when she was in trouble for real, like this. They'd agreed that Celeste could use her safety word to stop a punishment if she was genuinely being pushed past her limits, or if something was seriously wrong, like a potential health problem, or having Daddy or Mommy's keys poking through their pocket into Celeste's stomach from below; spankings were supposed to be hard on her butt. Any other pain wasn't welcome. <br><br>None of that was true of right now. She was embarrassed; she couldn't remember a time when she'd been so embarrassed as this. Her cheeks were burning; she could hardly even lift her eyes from the ground. She was downright mortified! But they were within her limits. To say they weren't would be dishonest. <br><br>"Can we do half the spanking at home?" She asked, a little sheepishly. It wasn't the compromise she'd wanted, but it was better than nothing. This way, there was half the chance of someone walking around the corner to see what was happening. Plus, she thought, Mommy might forget about the second part by the time they got home. <br><br>She wasn't aware they had company until Erin nodded to the woman sharing their aisle. At that, Celeste's eyes widened. She dug her nails into the sides of her top, watching the old lady move. When she rounded the corner, the girl turned her eyes back to Mommy. She stared at her for a second, two, three, then rubbed her butt once, turned to the cart and placed her hands on the cart's handle just like she'd been told to do. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>28-06-2021, 13:25:34</strong>
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				"Of course we can sweetie." Mommy said softly, sweetly. So very tender and caring, as if splitting up a spanking punishment for a college student was the most normal thing in the world. There was still a slight edge to her voice, even as she stroked that blonde hair so soothingly. It was hard to say if Erin was more amused or aroused by the display of her little daughter, that beautiful face all red and humiliated. It was definitely sometimes an interesting war between Mommy who wanted to love and spoil the girl, and the Mommy who wanted to punish out any resistance, have the girl obedient and well trained. Little Celeste definitely had a high submissive side, and the occasional need for very firm guidance.. <br><br>Mommy made an approving noise when the girl finally put her hands on the cart, so defenseless. "Don't move till I tell you to my love." The first two spanks came hard and fast, Mommy domme really wanting the little girl to have her full attention focused on her behind, learning the lessons about how to listen to Mommy, what the rules were for and how important they were, and that unacceptable actions most certainly had consequences.<br><br>Then the red-headed dominant paused for a second, looking up and down the aisle. It was all clear, so she added an additional four spanks, keeping each cheek evenly sore, letting out a soft little noise as the sound of the punishment rang out in the aisle, only partially muffled by the groceries. There was another pause, both as the older woman shook out her hand... Spankings could be tender on both sides of the equation! And to let a tired looking woman with three rambunctious children run up and down the aisle, squawking and squabbling with each other much like a pack of angry birds. "Uh, could you hand me one of those please?" The other mother said softly, pointing to something right past Celeste's ear, rather blocked off by the cart.<br><br>"Of course." Erin almost purred, giving the stranger an amused smile. "You know, spanking is an unpopular action these days, and I certainly would never advocate for any kind of abuse, but I find giving super unruly children a little SWAT on the butt focuses their attention extremely well. Reminds them that you're in charge and have to be listened to." Celeste's Mommy ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, turning to look pointedly at the children, who seemed to be involved with throwing boxes of cereal at each other. "Hmm." The dominant said, the single sound implying a whole world of changes that could be made to earn her parenting seal of approval.<br><br>Finally, the little monsters cleared out of the aisle, and Mommy turned back to the most important girl in the world, her own. "Where were we? Oh yes, halfway through your half spanking." Erin added another former splats, only then checking to see if her girl had removed her hands from the cart handle, and thus the helpless spanking position mommy had put her in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeachyPie</strong> on <strong>09-07-2021, 09:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Celeste Sinclair<br><strong>Date/Time:</strong> June 3, morning<br><strong>Location:</strong> Grocery store<br><strong>Mood:</strong> Nervous, embarrassed <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mommy<br><hr><hr>There was a little voice in the back of Celeste's mind, telling her that she was being silly -- wouldn't it be so much better just to get this over with right here, right now, and be done with it? She was even vaguely aware that was the part of her subconscious that she should be listening to. It was the mature voice, the adult voice. <em>Just take your medicine, then get on with your day.</em> But Celeste didn't <em>want</em> to take her medicine. <br><br>She would have to, of course. She knew that. Better to take it in two small doses than one large, though. And there was always the chance of getting out of the second half. Nonsense. But she fully intended to cling to that nonsense, anyway.<br><br>The first two spanks shocked her back to the present. "Ow!" She whimpered out before she could stop herself. It hadn't been a scream, at least. And the spanks weren't that loud either, not like they would be for skin-on-skin. She could be grateful for that, at least. Small comfort, though. She was hopping from foot to foot by the time the other four spanks cracked down on her poor little butt, too fast for her to react to any one of them individually. They came like a blur. And they <em>hurt!</em> <br><br>She was so focused on the pain, and too grateful for the small break (maybe it's over?), that she didn't immediately realize the reason for the pause. Not until she heard an unfamiliar voice almost directly beside her. Celeste's face went bright red, her entire body froze. She held her breath. Did she move? Pretend they weren't doing anything? She looked back over her shoulder to Erin, expecting to see the older woman's face nearly as red as her hair. This <em>should</em> have been just as embarrassing for her as it was for Celeste. But she didn't see a blush. Erin didn't look put off at all. Calm as ever, almost pleased. Then she started to speak, and Celeste's eyes flew wide. She stamped her foot before she could stop herself and only <em>just</em> managed to keep an indignant '<em>Mommy!</em>' off her lips. <br><br>Red-faced, she glued her eyes to the floor and didn't move so much as a single muscle until they were, at last, alone again. She'd never been more embarrassed in her life. And she knew now, beyond any doubt, just how far her Mommy and Daddy's authority extended. There were no 'safe' spaces, no out of bounds, no loophole that she could exploit. If Erin or Mar thought she was being naughty, there would be consequences, and it didn't matter where they were. The thought excited her. And made her feel so, so small.<br><br>She liked that.<br><br>Another series of spanks snapped her out of her reverie. She did <em>not</em> like that. "<em>Mommy!</em>" Celeste called out, her voice an urgent whisper. She didn't dare speak any louder, just in case there were more strangers lurking around the corner. She stamped her foot. One hand was on the cart. The other reached down, moving toward her butt with the intention of rubbing the sting out of it, then quickly snapped it back into place when she recalled her Mommy's instructions. She stamped her foot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Three's a Family: One-on-Ones (PeachyPie, Elizabeth Ecsed, eBadger)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elizabeth Ecsed</strong> on <strong>26-07-2021, 13:20:59</strong>
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				Mommy looked down at her little girl at the foot stamp, curious about what was going on there. It wasn't like she was directly humiliating the girl, making her explain why she was being spanked in a very public cereal aisle. There seemed to be nothing particularly wrong going on, so Erin simply placed her hand on her daughter's shoulder to comfort her.<br><br>When the other woman left, the redhead casually dropped a few more spanks onto her little girls delightful bottom. Then she leaned against the beautiful blonde, hugging her close. Her name, or at least title had been called which was important to check in on, even if it was just for more fussing. "Yes darling? What's wrong, do you need to go potty?" She took the opportunity to add a few more punishment slaps to her girl's bottom, before kissing that sweet head of hair.<br><br>"We can do that if you need. But first, you have to put back the cereal." Her tone indicated ALL the cereal of course, but she wasn't going to spell it out just in case Celeste was having difficulty learning. <br><br>She had to laugh, delighted and amused by her sweet college girl. "What's with all the foot stamping, my love? Are you a pretty little pony? Should I put ribbons in your hair and get you one of those tails the kids wear nowadays?" Stroking her fingers through that lovely hair, it was distinctly hard to tell if mommy was joking or not.<br><br>But the place she led her new little daughter next wasn't going to be funny to anyone but herself. Her smile was wide and huge, clearly indicating how much she was enjoying this particular new torment. Fancy grocery stores were weird places, and this particular place felt it cost effective to have a hearing test facility inside the store. Mommy came straight up to the lab-coated technician, still smiling so broadly. "Hi there! We need a walk in examination for my daughter here. She's been having trouble listening, and I want to make sure that it's not because of any hearing loss." Mommy put her hand on Celeste's butt and gave a gentle push, perfectly willing to let the girl suffer the mild humiliation of having a probably unnecessary hearing test on her own.
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