Page 35 of Harmonizing with Little Heaven Leigh

“That’s the point.”

“But if I can’t sit still, I’ll get in trouble and maybe even get spanked in class,” she pointed out.

Considering how annoyed all the teachers were right now? He’d almost bet on that. “That sounds like a you problem,niña. I guess you should have thought of that before you masterminded an underground black market in edible pranks. Hmm?”

She gave him the most pitiful look she could dredge up, but he was unmoved. “Actually, now that I think about it. Get the antique brush. I think the situation calls for a little extra.”

Her eyes widened and her bottom lip trembled. “But I don’t like that brush, Daddy. Can’t I just get the regular one?”

“Nope, and if you keep stalling, I’ll start adding implements,” he warned her. He pointed toward the bedroom, and she turned and trudged off. Every step was filled with reluctance, and she took so long in returning that he was almost out of patience before she finally came back to hand him the brush.

He pulled her across his knee, snugged her up against him, and then tapped the wooden back against her bottom. “I don’t think we need to begin with a lecture here. You know exactly what you did wrong. Right?”

She sighed, wiggled a little. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Then we’ll just jump right in.”

Warmups were mostly for fun spankings. They were for long scenes or foreplay. With punishment, Angel kept them to a minimum, and he preferred to make a point with a series of nice hard swats right out of the gate. It was more effective that way.

His one concession was to keep the tempo slow at first, so she could prepare herself. The brush cracked down on her left cheek with a solid smack that made her jump. He counted five seconds and then brought it down on the other side, just as hard. The swats left identical bright red marks on the center of each cheek.

Another set, each spaced with five seconds between them, landed and one of her feet kicked up off the carpet. “Daddy, not so hard!”

He snorted. “Little girl, you should consider yourself lucky I’m just using a hairbrush. I was tempted to cut a switch before I came home and start with that. Imagine how the brush would feel on top of a bunch of switch welts.” He landed another pair, with the same pause between them.

Heaven apparently decided not to push her luck because she didn’t say anything else, but he could feel one of her hands wrapping around his ankle for comfort. She held on while he delivered a full dozen matching pairs.

Smack!Pause.Smack!Pause.

The last pause was a little bit longer, but then the spanking began in earnest. There were no more five-second breaks for her to catch her breath. The hairbrush swung almost continuously. His arm flew up and down delivering one searing smack after another, as the brush bounced all over her bottom. Red splotches merged until her entire backside glowed crimson, and he could feel the heat rising from her skin.

If this had been for fun, he would have stopped to rub some of the sting from her sore skin now and then. He would have helped her get through it by crooning loving praise, and maybe there would have been touching of a more sensual nature. His Heaven could take a hell of a hard spanking and still be turned on when he prepared her for it.

But this wasn’t for fun. Regardless of his amusement, and he did think some of it was funny, she’d broken rules and that called for punishment. They both knew that.

Her fingers tightened with each whack, until they couldn’t tighten anymore, and then she simply clung to his ankle with a death grip. He continued to wield the brush, bringing it down with one fiercely stinging smack after another as he looked for places that hadn’t pinkened up enough.

Occasionally, she’d yelp or hiss in a gasp as he smacked an especially tender spot, but it wasn’t until he moved down to her thighs that she began to struggle. She squirmed and wiggled, trying desperately to evade the hard back of the brush as he aimed for the sweet spot at the top of her legs.

Her toes began to drum against the floor as her plaintive cries grew more vocal. “Daddy. Daddy please! I’m sorry!” Her voice was husky and desperate.

“I’m sure you are, Heaven Leigh. You should be sorry. I warned you about those pranks. I warned you that they were going to get you in trouble. And you knew exactly what was going to happen when I found out.” The words were punctuated with stinging slaps that alternated from her right thigh to her left.

“Please, can’t you just switch to your hand? Daddy, the brush stings so much!” Her voice rose at the end, until it was almost a howl.

He wasn’t surprised. The antique brush was her least favorite implement, and for good reason. It was heavy in his hand, and the glossy coat picked up the light as it swung. That same gloss made it burn like crazy, imparting sting with every swat, as well as an underlying ache that would last for a while. It was almost never used, except for punishment.

“I think the brush is working just fine,chiquita.” He gave her a few extra fierce smacks, just to make a point.

Her toes no longer drummed against the floor because her legs were kicking high into the air, scissoring and trying to fold up to protect the tender spots on her upper thighs. At the same time her free arm had flown back to help. She didn’t usually struggle that much, but of all their spanking toys, the brush was most likely to get her to that place where she forgot how she was supposed to behave during punishment.

He wrestled with her for a minute, trying to unfold her legs, while continuing to spank. Finally, he blew out an exasperated breath and stopped trying. “Heaven Leigh, if you keep that up, I’m going to spank your inner thighs with this brush. So if you don’t want to be walking like a bowlegged cowboy when you go to class tomorrow, I suggest you put those legs down—now!”

She let a sound of frustration as her feet immediately hit the floor. “It hurtssss!”

“It’s supposed to. You knew this was going to end in punishment when you set up this plan,” he reminded her. And she couldn’t argue the point because he’d warned her more than once.

“But—but I’m sorry now,” she blurted.

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