Page 53 of Heaven Leigh’s Little Halloween

“Really, chiquita. I’ve already got some ideas,” he assured her.

Epilogue

Halloween had ended up being a great day. Fun from beginning to end. Her cake pops, the real ones, had been a hit. The games had been fun and later she’d gotten to dance with Angel.

The day after that, however, was not so wonderful. That was when Angel caught up on the owed punishments. And she was able to confirm that punishment was still awful, even when dispensed by her very own Daddy. She received two spankings—one for each prank, and she couldn’t really argue that wasn’t fair.

The first one, for sneaking cleverly disguised cakes to the Littles, wasn’t too bad. She went over his knee for a long hand spanking, which was followed up by a much shorter paddling with a thin wooden paddle that made her rump burn like her skin was on fire.

Angel was a lot meaner about the cake pops with the raw sprouts inside. And she was given to understand that Master Derek was also seriously annoyed because one or two of the guests had been victims of that prank. Something else she hadn’t really considered when she went to all the effort.

After she got an unbearably long break, which she spent in the corner, her Daddy delivered that spanking with a nasty leather strap. She soaked his shirt through with her tears after that, and thought it was all over… but she was wrong.

“We’ve taken care of the pranks, Heaven, but there’s one more issue to address. Tricking me, misleading me, and yes… I still consider that lying by evasion and omission.” He shook his head. “We’re not going to start our relationship with hiding things, young lady.”

“But you weren’t my Daddy then,” she protested.

“Does that mean the punishment wasn’t earned?” One dark brow went up, and his mouth thinned into a line as he looked at her.

She squirmed. It was an unfair question, mostly because she didn’t like the answer she had to give. “No, Sir, I guess not.”

And that was how she had her first experience with another kind of discipline. Angel clearly felt she’d been spanked enough and that a different kind of punishment was in order.

“Turn around, bend over and spread your cheeks, Heaven.”

“Spread my… what are you going to do, Daddy?”

“You’ll find out, but you don’t want to make it any worse by disobeying me now.”

Worse? No, she definitely didn’t want that. With complete mortification she turned and bent, pulling her bottom cheeks apart as she waited in dread for whatever he had planned. She had absolutely no experience with any kind of anal play, and that gave her cause for worry.

It was both… better and worse than what her evil imagination dreamed up while she stood there, spread for him. She felt the slick coldness of lube as he pressed a finger to her bottom hole and slowly worked it in and out.

It felt weird, embarrassing, but also kind of erotic. He added a second finger and slowly began to stretch her. It was uncomfortable and strange, but it didn’t actually hurt.

When he pulled his fingers free, she thought they were done, but a second later something cold and hard pressed against the ring of muscle and began to push. Her automatic reaction was to clench tight to try to keep the invader out.

He gave her a stinging slap on her already sore backside. “Relax and don’t fight it,” he warned her. “This is a butt plug. Naughty girls who deceive their Daddy get to be punished inside and outside.”

She groaned and tried to stay loose and still as he pushed the plug into her bottom. It was much fatter than his fingers and her discomfort increased, but he went slow until it popped into place. After that it wasn’t so bad.

He let her go. “You can stand up.”

“I don’t like it,” she whispered as she got up. She couldn’t stop herself from tensing around the uncomfortable plug and every time she did, it burned.

“You’re lucky you’re so new to this, Heaven. Otherwise I’d punish that back hole in a much more thorough way… and I’d enjoy doing it.”

She started to ask what he meant and then it clicked and she groaned. A small traitorous part of her found the threat hot, and she tried to ignore it. “How long do I have to keep it in?”

“That’s up to you.” He pointed at the table. “You’re going to sit down and do a couple of assignments for me. The plug stays in until you’re done.”

“Oh no… please, Daddy, I don’t want to.”

Angel just looked at her and crossed his arms over his chest. “Wouldn’t be a very good punishment if you did. Sit.”

Her bottom lip trembled, and she approached the table like it was a torture device instead of a normal piece of kitchen furniture. She lowered her bare, aching bottom to the hard seat and winced as her weight came to rest. It was awful.

He dropped a brand new seventy-page notebook on the table in front of her. “Good girl. You’re going to keep your bottom in that chair until you’re done. The first assignment is to write an essay on why breaking someone’s trust is a bad idea. Feel free to use examples.”

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