Page 17 of Harmonizing with Little Heaven Leigh

It was a fascinating show, especially since she wasn’t waiting for her turn and could just enjoy it. She hadn’t been on the Ranch long before she realized that there was something compelling about watching other people being punished. She couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty, but it was exciting, sometimes, even arousing to be a voyeur.

This time there was an extra bit of “something” to the show since her Daddy was involved. She’d never seen him spank someone else before, and she was curious about how she’d feel watching him. She wondered if she’d be jealous. He washerDaddy after all, not Mindy’s.

When you were a Little who lived on the Ranch, and you had a Caregiver who worked there, you got used to the idea that they would dole out discipline to others as needed. She’d known that going in, of course. She’d also been the recipient of spankings from other Caregivers, like Sadie’s Daddy, Master Derek. So it was fair.

But this was her first chance to see Angel put another Little over his lap, and there were definitely some feelings swirling around in her head. Maybe itwasjealousy, maybe envy, maybe… it was too many different feelings to sort out in the moment. She’d have to deconstruct it all later.

By the time he’d landed the kitchen implement a dozen or so times though, she had decided she was perfectly happy to let Mindy have this one. The bright red splotches looked painful and having felt the hard rubber on her own bottom before, she knew they probably felt even worse.

“Do you have any idea how many hours of work you ruined?” he asked, as the spatula flew through the air.

“I didn’t break it! It wasn’t me!” It seemed important that she clarify her part in this, but Heaven didn’t think it was going to do any good—and she was right.

Angel snorted. “That didn’t stop you from eating it though, did it? And fixing chocolate is a lot easier when all the pieces are still there and not melted by naughty Little hands.”

He peppered Mindy’s bare wiggling cheeks, even landing a few on her thighs, when she kicked too much. It was hard for Heaven to drag her gaze away from them, but there were two more spankings happening and she didn’t want to miss them.

Each spanking was different, but all of them were thorough, and it wasn’t long before the gasps and whimpers had turned into yelps and cries. Heaven tried not to make it too obvious that she was fascinated with the scene unfolding in front of her.

Doctor Denten had a crisp, efficient way of spanking. She scolded Pippi in a low voice, as her arm swept up and down with exquisite aim and a quick tempo. Poor Pippi seemed to be getting the worst of it—which was probably fair. She’d been the one to bump the table and cause the damage.

Becky, of the three, was the loudest and most expressive. She kicked and flailed her arms as Master Derek brought the spatula down with firm strokes. Every time it landed it left a crimson swatch on her skin, and he was working hard to make sure that the color spread evenly.

He had to keep pausing to direct Becky’s attention back to the chocolate display, since the pain was distracting her from where she was supposed to be looking. “I’m sorry, Sir! I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for, young lady?” He didn’t pause to allow her to answer the question, and the red spatula kept swooping up and down.

“F-for eating the c-chocolate!”

“Is that all?”

There was a moment of silence. It had to be hard for her to come up with an answer while the rubber kept burning her bottom. “For coming in the room when I knew we weren’t allowed,” she finally added.

“Correct. It was an accident, but it wouldn’t have happened if you all weren’t somewhere you shouldn’t have been, right, girls?” he said, pitching his voice loud enough to be heard by all three.

There was a chorus of “Yes, Sirs!” from all the naughty girls.

Heaven wondered if that was a signal for the spankings to come to an end, but it wasn’t over, not quite yet. In fact, the worst part was coming. Each spanking had begun with its own rhythm and tempo, but now, as if working to a beat that only Dominants could hear, all three spankers suddenly synched up for the grand finale.

The identical spatulas flew faster and harder as they rounded third base and headed for home. The slapping sound as rubber met sore, red flesh seemed to fill the room. The cries of three well-spanked Littles almost, but not quite, drowned it out.

Heaven couldn’t have looked away even if she’d been ordered to. She didn’t need to see their faces to know that all three were crying. The sniffles and wails were obvious, and as things wrapped up with the traditional last few extra-hard spanks, there was a wave of loud sobbing.

Even though she’d been upset that they’d ruined Angel’s work, and her own, Heaven now felt bad for them. She knew how much those rubber spatulas hurt. Now that it was over, she realized she’d been holding her breath through the ending and let it out in a whoosh. It was loud enough that it caught her Daddy’s attention, and he looked over at her, one eyebrow shooting up.

“You okay there, Heaven Leigh?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she assured him. And, with attention being brought to her, she suddenly felt awkward about being a spectator. Besides, aftercare was a lot less interesting to watch. “I’m going to go and start melting chocolate so we can replace the wall, okay?”

Angel hesitated. “That’s fine,chiquita. Just keep an eye on—” He cut himself off and shook his head. “Never mind, you can handle it. I’ll be there shortly.” Obviously he knew by now that Heaven could manage simple chocolate tasks without his supervision, but sometimes it did take a second for that knowledge to catch up.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She flashed him a grin, saying without words that she appreciated the way he’d corrected himself, and off to the kitchen she went.

CHAPTER6

Angel had placed a long list of tasks on his agenda for the day. The event really had been short notice, and he had to make sure he kept to the schedule. He’d carefully calculated how much time he’d need for everything and had been confident that he could get it all done on time.

Timing was essential when you were working with chocolate. Candy was a science, and even a few seconds or a few degrees off could cause chemical changes. He was adept at self-discipline and planning because he had to be.

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