Page 29 of Heaven Leigh’s Little Halloween

He leaned in and dropped his voice to a low growl. “If you were my Little girl, and you’d broken a rule this many times… you’d be sitting on a hay mat, with a large plug in your bottom, writing one thousand times ‘Rules have consequences and I will learn to follow them,’ and after every hundred you’d be bent over for a good dose of the strap.”

Her breath caught in her throat, making an audible sound, as a shiver rolled down her back.

He noted the reaction. He didn’t think it was fear that caused it. “I imagine it would probably take all day. By the time we were done I doubt you’d want to break that rule again. I don’t think you’d be sitting comfortably any time soon either. What do you think?”

“M-maybe you should do it then. Next time.” There was a boldness to the statement.

Angel was startled. That wasn’t the response he’d expected, and it sent a thrill of excitement through him. His cock twitched and the half-erection he’d gained from her writhing during the spanking hardened and pressed against the front of his black trousers. “You wouldn’t like it, chiquita. I don’t believe in rewarding Littles or subs with punishment they enjoy. I might enjoy it though.”

That was something of a lie. He corrected himself. “If you were mine… I’d definitely enjoy it.”

She looked back over her shoulder and started to say something, but then stopped and her head dropped down again.

“Tell me what you wanted to say just now, Heaven.” He could have made it a command, but he didn’t. It was a request.

“I just… maybe it would be worth it,” she whispered.

He ran his hand lightly over the red skin of her thighs in a caress. “Worth it for what?”

“To-to be yours.”

Angel closed his eyes and held back a soundless groan. What was this girl doing to him. He barely knew her and already she’d raised feelings in him that he hadn’t felt since… since his world had been upended.

He’d thought he was ready for this, but was he? Was he really? Because if he stepped much further down this path, he wasn’t going to be able to stop. Already he’d started to think of her as his and this wasn’t something that he could decide so early.

They barely knew each other. He’d hinted he wanted her, but now she was hinting too and before he made a move, he needed to think things over.

He patted her bottom. “Okay, chica, you can get up now.”

For a moment she didn’t move. Her expression was all wide-eyed confusion at the suddenness of it, but finally she pushed herself up off his lap and tugged her jeans back into place, wincing as the denim rubbed across her sore thighs.

He’d given them a good going over on purpose, so she’d feel it every time she sat. He liked his spankings to be memorable. She wore his mark on her body, if only temporarily, and that pleased him probably more than it should have.

She shot him a look. “Are we… okay? I mean… you won’t tell Master Derek what I did?”

Angel laughed and shook his head. “No, I’m definitely going to tell him.” Her mouth opened in protest, and he cut her off. “But, I’ll also let him know it’s been taken care of. He won’t take away the kitchen time.” He could almost guarantee that much because Derek wanted the two of them together.

She drew in a deep breath and nodded. “I guess that’s fair. Although… I hate knowing he’s going to be disappointed again.” She tucked her hands behind her back looking a little dejected at the thought.

He stood up, hesitated, and then pulled her into a hug. Before he’d been uncertain if he should offer her physical comfort. She just seemed to keep a distance between herself and other people, but it was part of the punishment package. Even the most standoffish Littles usually accepted hugs after a spanking.

She relaxed in his arms, sighing as her body went limp. He rubbed her back with one hand. “You can’t change your actions, chica. You can only do better in the future. Once you broke the rules, the consequences were set, some of them at least. But Master Derek knows you’re struggling. He understands more than you think.”

Her head tilted back, so she could look up at him. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were still a little watery. “You think so? I don’t really mean to keep doing this. I just…” She trailed off and her mouth tilted down at the corners.

“I know you don’t. But I think sometimes your heart knows what you need. How do you feel now?”

“My butt hurts!”

He snorted. “It’s supposed to, and I meant emotionally.”

It took a minute for her to respond. She seemed to be considering the question carefully. “Better?” she asked, as if she wasn’t sure about that. “I think so anyway. All the upset from earlier is gone.”

“Good. Is that all you’re feeling?”

“I’m… not sure yet. I mean there’s a lot going on in my head and things are a little bit… twisted up.”

She fidgeted in his arms. He loosened his grip so she could step back if she needed to. She didn’t, but she did drop her head down so he couldn’t see her face anymore.

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