Page 9 of Harmonizing with Little Heaven Leigh

“Yes, Daddy,” she said with a sigh. She couldn’t really argue with what he was saying. In the midst of a spanking, she tended to only think about how much it hurt, and not whether she needed it.

“Are you ready,niña?”

She wiggled a little, finding a more comfortable position, as she looked back over her shoulder. “I guess so.” That was as much confidence as she could muster, and even that vanished a second later when his palm cracked down on the back of her thin skirt.

For a moment she wished she’d put on jeans, but then she remembered it wasn’t going to matter anyway. Spankings that started over clothes never ended that way. Sure enough, after a dozen slow smacks that barely hurt, her Daddy tugged her skirt up in back to expose cute girlish panties.

“A princess day, huh?”

She’d been feeling Little when she’d gotten dressed that morning and her underwear featured her favorite princess, Cinderella. “I was going to get some cleaning done today,” she mumbled. Cinderella was perfect for chore days and helped set the mood. But then she’d gone into the spare room to tidy things up, seen the sign, and had a little emotional spiral.

“Ah, I see. Well, Cindy hasn’t done anything to be spanked for, so let’s just move her safely out of the way.” He slipped his fingers under the waistband and tugged the panties down to her thighs.

Heaven immediately tensed, squeezing her bottom cheeks together in anticipation. It was pure instinct, but it never helped. Angel just cleared his throat and waited until she forced her bottom to relax, though the rest of her remained tightly wound.

His hand stroked over her bare skin, lightly caressing. “Heaven, you’ve had to start over too many times for someone your age. It’s natural that change is going to bring up a lot of chaotic feelings, even when those changes are good like I think these are going to be.”

His soothing voice helped, and her body lost more of the stiffness. “It just feels—” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing, “I guess it feels silly to be upset when we’re getting everything we wanted. Iwantedto remove myself from the company. I-I want more freedom to bake, and to open this place with you. And I love the idea of building our own home on the Ridge so we can be near the shop too.”

That last one was a new decision, but with her selling her house, she was going to need space for her stuff. It couldn’t stay in storage forever. And now that they’d be working over there, it made sense to move closer.

Angel had been a little reluctant at first, worried about changing too many things too quickly. That had turned out to be a real concern, though she hadn’t thought it would be a problem at the time. In the end, he’d agreed only when Master Derek explained that it would be a while before the contractors could work back around to start the process of building them a house anyway.

Their future home was a year away, if they were lucky, and probably months past that realistically. Which was perfectly fine. There was no real need to rush, and they’d been so focused on getting the shop up and running, that they hadn’t even taken a moment to discuss what they wanted in a home yet. But she supposed that itwasone more big change that had been added to the pile of stressors.

“Emotions don’t always make sense,chiquita. They don’t run on logic. It’s okay to feel whatever you feel.” He’d told her that dozens of times, but somehow hearing it always helped.

He gave her bottom a light warning pat, and then the real spanking began. There had been almost no warmup. Just those few smacks over her skirt, which had barely hurt, even though she’d made lots of noise about them, just like she always did.

It wasn’t an attempt to fool him. He always seemed to know exactly how much a spanking was really hurting, but the only time she was stoic about his hand meeting her butt was when she was being stubborn. And if he decided she was being stubborn… things usually ended up a lot worse for her backend.

Besides acting out and being dramatic helped in a weird way. It was like the first step to lowering her walls and unlocking her emotions. It started with lots of ows and ouches and then spiraled into the occasional yelp. By the end there was usually pleading and tears, but it sometimes took a while to get there.

Sometimes, but not today.

The first stinging swat cracked the door. Her emotions had already been close to the surface from her spiral, and they very quickly began to trickle out. The usual spanking babble of, “Ow, Daddy, please. That stings. Ouch!” was there, but along with it was a sudden spate of tears tracking down her cheeks.

Angel wasn’t even being harsh. With punishment, his spankings could be fierce since the goal was to make her regret whatever she’d done and avoid doing it again. But this wasn’t punishment, and therapy spankings had a totally different goal.

His hand landed steadily, delivering one hardsmackat a time, but the pace was slow enough that she could focus on every burning swat. He kept it just on the edge of being too much, without letting her tip over into that mindless place where she couldn’t help but struggle. With punishment, that place was a given and it always left her breathless and flailing as she begged him to stop.

This was… calmer, more purposeful. A deliberate progression of building sting that left her weepy and limp with acceptance. The heat built as his palm, calloused from his work, bounced back and forth across her bottom cheeks until every bit of skin was burning.

He joked sometimes that working with hot pans and hotter chocolate all the time had left his hands immune to the sting when he spanked. “So this will definitely hurt you more than me,chiquita,” he’d say with a laugh.

She believed it. He never seemed to need a break and was quite willing to spank as long and hard as necessary. She had her stubborn days and there were times when his arm seemed tireless as he swept it down over and over. She would kick and flail and promise to be a good girl, but her Daddy always knew exactly when she had reachedthatpoint.

He would wait for the moment when she completely surrendered to the pain and emotions, surrendered tohim, and then he’d carry on just a little bit longer to make sure before he finally stopped. She was usually a sobbing, snotty mess then, desperately pleading.

But that was punishment, and Heaven Leigh wasn’t being punished, even though she’d almost destroyed the sign they had custom ordered. Angel wasn’t angry at her. He wasn’t teaching her a lesson. He was just helping her reach the catharsis that only a good hard spanking could bring.

She was grateful in a weird way, even in the middle of it, when her backside burned, and her face was soaked in tears. Every crisp spank was a reminder that she was safe with him, that she could let out those emotions and he wouldn’t judge her for them. She’d never had that before.

Her parents’ voices still echoed in the back of her mind anytime she let her emotions get away from her. She could feel their judgment, their disgust when she wasn’t their perfect “Heavenly angel”.

“God hates a whiner. Stop crying like a baby, Heaven Leigh!”

“I don’t care if you aren’t feeling good. We have a service today and you’re going to be on that stage. Now wash those tears off your face and get dressed!”

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