Page 24 of Heaven Leigh’s Little Halloween

“I can think of a reason actually.”

She frowned. “You can?”

“With proper supervision of course. You did say you wanted to learn more about BDSM, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes. I mean we have the safety classes in school, so I know all the theoretical stuff. I just don’t have any experience. Maybe someday if I get a Daddy or a Dom.”

He’d been hinting pretty strongly that he was interested in at least discussing the possibility of being her Daddy, but he couldn’t tell if she was catching on. Or if she was pretending not to because she wasn’t interested.

“Well, let’s table that discussion for right now and get back to the current issue. You know how rule breaking is dealt with around here, so the question is… am I going to refer the matter, or deal with it myself. Your choice, chica.”

“Oh I-I guess…” But no answer followed.

He waited patiently for almost a minute before shaking his head. “If you don’t make a choice, I’m going to make it for you.”

“You. I choose you, please.” Her cheeks colored as the words burst from her.

Well then. It was what he’d hoped she’d say. “Good. Then let’s take care of this little matter now, so we can get things back on track.”

She looked around nervously. It was a large space and even though they were on an upper level, before they’d taken seats on the loveseat, they’d been able to see over the railing that the room didn’t appear very crowded. Still, there were a few other couples spread out around the dungeon below them. She licked her bottom lip. “Here?”

“Nervous about being punished in public?”

“Kind of… I mean I’ve been spanked in front of other Littles before. Just not…” She looked around again. There was another couple seated at a table across the way just talking. When they’d taken a short look over the rail, they’d seen two couples scening. Neither scene had looked to be punishment. “It feels weird to be punished for Little rules here.”

He thought he understood, at least in part. “I suppose we could find some place a little more private.” He was already considering various options, but the most obvious one, his apartment, wasn’t one he wanted to suggest. Not when they’d only known each other a week.

To his surprise, the suggestion came from her. “What about… um, you live here right? Could we go to your place?”

“I do… and we can if you’re comfortable with that. I have an apartment in employee housing.”

She nibbled her bottom lip and then nodded. “I’d rather go there, please.”

The idea of being punished seemed to make her jittery, which was normal. As they left the main building and headed outside, her hand slipped into his—that was unexpected. She didn’t seem to notice she’d done it until he gave her fingers a reassuring squeeze.

“Sorry, I’m just…” She trailed off with a shrug. “This feels different from getting spanked by Master Derek, or one of the Bigs in the Littles’ Wing. Less… less official?”

“That makes sense.” It felt personal to him too. He’d spanked more than a few Littles since he’d been working at the Ranch. Not once had he ever offered to take one back to his place to do it privately. “But don’t think that means you’ll be getting off easier.”

She made a low sound, close to a whine. “I wouldn’t have done it; except I was upset.”

“And I’m sorry that what I said upset you, but you know the rules, Heaven. And I’m fairly sure you would have worked your way to the dungeon eventually anyway.”

He took her silence to mean he was right. The rest of the walk across the grounds was quiet. He let her reflect on the punishment she had coming, because he was still deciding how he was going to handle it.

His place was on the ground floor, and he gave her a quick tour before he did anything else. He wanted her to see his workroom. “Let me show you something. I think you might appreciate it.”

His apartment was a spacious two-bedroom, and he needed it. The second room was where he planned his creations and made mock-ups of the grander pieces, to see how they’d look. He had aphantasia, so he wasn’t able to picture things in his mind easily.

It was filled with crafting supplies. All neatly organized in bins. And he used a folding banquet table to work on. Right now it held a five-foot long diorama of the Halloween centerpiece.

Heaven gasped. “Oh! Wow, this is going to look amazing. I mean it looks great now, but it will be even better in chocolate.”

“I sure hope so.” He laughed. It was all modeling clay, toothpicks and pipe cleaners, but he needed to see a physical representation before he could create it with chocolate. He envied creatives who could just picture an image in their head and then make it without a reference.

“Anyway, I plan out the basic project here, create a model so I can be sure how everything fits together. Then by the time I get to the kitchen, I have a good idea of where to start.”

“That’s really great,” Heaven said as she turned to him. “I usually just go with rough sketches. Sometimes on the really complicated cakes things don’t work and I have to start over.” She wrinkled her nose. “Nothing like wasting a whole day of work. Happens a lot less than it used to though.”

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