Page 34 of Harmonizing with Little Heaven Leigh

Angel nodded. “I’ll certainly be speaking to her about the mean pranks. To be honest, I have no issues with the vegetables and fruits, and she had my permission to sell them. The foaming soap… well, to me that’s innocent naughtiness and not really harmful.”

Nanny J looked like she disagreed, but Derek nodded. “The vegetables are fine. The soap, well, punishment can be directed at the Littles who try to get away with using it, as you said it’s basically harmless. But I don’t want any more fake chocolate bars. A guest could have picked one of them up.”

“She won’t be making any more of those,” Angel agreed.

“Yes, well, I’m afraid I’m going to be putting a stop to the delivery service,” Nanny J said firmly. “It’s too much sugar coming in anyway. I noticed they’d all been extra hyper lately. I just didn’t know why.”

“I will leave that at your discretion, but I agree it would be best,” Derek said. “If they have to buy the treats in person, they’ll be limited by how often they can stock up.”

Angel doubted Heaven would be surprised about that, and it was a fair decision. “If we’re done here, I have her waiting in the corner, and I don’t like to leave her like that too long.”

“Yes, go.” Derek waved him off.

As Angel was leaving, he had a thought. “Did anyone think to check the candy bars in the Ranch store?”

Judging by the mad scramble and the mass rush toward the store, he figured the answer was no. He suspected that for the next few weeks, at least, all the Doms would be eyeing any chocolate bars with distrust. He hoped none of them had a sweet tooth.

When he got home, he found Heaven Leigh had followed his instructions. She was in the corner where she was supposed to be.

Her clunky black ankle boots had been kicked to the side, leaving her barefoot, and her day-of-the-week underwear (Friday) was draped over them. The short, flirty dress she was wearing was tucked up around her waist to expose her bare bottom. It was pale, unmarked, and ready for him to lay his hand all over it.

“Well, that was fun. Guess what I’ve been doing,niña?”

She snuck a quick peek at him. “What?”

“I, along with half the staff at Rawhide, just searched the main building for your creations.”

“Oh.” Her face vanished back into the corner.

“I’m sure we didn’t find it all, but still, it’s shocking how much you managed to deliver in such a short time.”

“Well, I’m an entrepreneur,” she pointed out, turning her head toward him with a small smile. When he didn’t match her smile, it wilted. “Sorry, Daddy.”

“Mhm. You’re about to be.” He pulled a chair away from the kitchen table and turned it around to face her, before sitting down. “I’m sure you figured this was coming, but obviously there will be no more deliveries to the Littles’ Wing. Nanny J has put her foot down.”

Heaven sighed and nodded. “I figured.”

“And Master Derek has made it clear that he won’t tolerate any more mean tricks like the soap candy bars. Since you can no longer deliver, and I won’t let you sell that kind of thing in our shop, it’s a moot point anyway, but there will be no more of those made. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Master Derek was especially concerned that a guest might pick one up, given that they’ve been left as traps all over the place. You know how he feels about guests getting pranked.”

“I mean… people really shouldn’t eat things they just find laying around, Daddy. That’s just common sense.”

“Heaven.” His tone was annoyed, but he was struggling not to laugh. It was, after all, almost exactly what he’d said to Derek.

“It’s true,” she mumbled.

“That’s not the point, and you know it. Master Derek found one on his desk. Given how few people are supposed to have access to his office, it’s entirely reasonable for him to think it was safe. I’m sure he thought Sadie had left it for him.” Angel tilted his head. Actually, he wouldn’t be surprised if Sadiehadleft it there.

Not that he expected her to answer but, “Did Sadie buy any?”

“I can’t divulge my customer list, Daddy. It wouldn’t be professional.”

Of course. “None of this was professional, young lady, and you know it. This was pure shenanigans.” He sighed. “Go and fetch my hairbrush, Heaven Leigh. Your backside is due for a long, hard spanking tonight. And another one in the morning before you go to class.”

She turned from the corner, her bottom lip rolling out in a pout. “Not before class, Daddy, please? It’s so hard to sit on a sore butt.”

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