She groaned and dropped her eyes to the shiny blue cover and sighed. “And then I can get up?” she asked hopefully as she flipped the cover open.

“Nope. Then you can write out one hundred times ‘Tricking Daddy will always earn me a sore bottom’. After I look it over, you can get up, unless you have to redo any of it. There will be penalties for mistakes.”

That last part was a clear warning, and she took it to heart. Between the lines and the essay, she was stuck on her burning rump for over two hours, and it did ache inside and out. Every time she was tempted to rush, she thought about having to redo her work, and made herself slow down.

He looked through everything and took his time doing it, ignoring frustrated sighs and her desperate need to get up and get the plug out. But finally he nodded. “It looks good. You may get up, chica.”

She leaped to her feet and threw herself into his arms for a hug. “Please can you take the plug out now, Daddy?”

He didn’t laugh at her rush, but she could see his lip twitching as if he wanted to. He did settle on the couch, with her across his lap, so he could pull it free though, and that was all that mattered. “Sore?” he asked as he rested a hand on her aching bottom cheeks.

“Yesssss. So much. I need some lotion, Daddy. Do you have some?”

“I have some, but you’re not getting any. I want you to keep feeling that burn. You earned those punishments, all of them. Rubbing them away immediately after we’re done isn’t going to help that lesson sink in.” He gave her a light smack across the ass.

She hissed in a breath. “Ouch. You’re a lot nicer at work.”

That amused him and he grinned but didn’t deny it. “I take my job as your Daddy seriously,” he said with a shrug. “There are much worse punishments, mi corazón, be grateful I’m taking it easy on you.”

If that was easy, she really didn’t want to see hard. And the worst part was that when the burning did die down and the heat settled into a more pleasant warmth that spread through her, she started to get turned on—but her attempts to get Angel into the bedroom, to relieve that hunger, were in vain.

“Not right now, chiquita. We wouldn’t want to confuse punishment with fun bedroom games… now would we?”

Actually she’d be fine with it, but apparently, she didn’t get a vote. Heaven let her bottom lip roll out in a pout. “That’s not fair. I’m supposed to be forgiven after punishment.”

Angel laughed. “You are forgiven. The slate is wiped clean. That doesn’t mean I have to reward you, but good try.”

“That’s mean.” She glared at the carpet.

“I’ll tell you what we could do though, if you’re up for it…”

That got her attention, and she looked up. “What?”

“I could walk you over to the dorm so you could pack up your stuff, and then we could move you in here. There’s no rush though. So, if you aren’t ready, we—”

“Yes! Yes please! I’ll run and get dressed!”

She dashed out of the room, full of excitement, and ready to begin her new life… and then a few minutes later came back holding the devil costume. “Um, I sort of forgot that I was wearing this when we got back last night. I’m going to feel silly walking through the Ranch in this today.”

Angel laughed and shook his head. “Well, everyone has to do the walk of shame at least once in their life, but how about if I loan you a hoody to go over it? Won’t be so obvious then.”

It still felt pretty obvious, but no one paid it much attention and a few hours later she was comfortably settling into his apartment. He even made space for her in the spare room, so she could work on any creative ideas she had.

The next week was spent just learning about each other and getting used to living together. They had a kind of honeymoon, and Angel even took a few days off from preparing desserts. “Pretty sure the sugar high from all the party treats is still in full force anyway,” he said, laughing.

“I think all the Littles ran off with chunks of your display too. I saw a couple of them arguing over the werewolf.” She grinned. She hadn’t been tempted to keep any for herself, but there would probably never be a shortage of chocolate in her life anyway.

For Heaven Leigh, the little vacation together also meant learning more about the lifestyle. Having a Daddy and a Dom of her own was very different from sharing a dorm Top with a bunch of other people.

She loved it and there was no doubt he felt the same, but neither of them was in a rush for anything more than they already had. As Angel had said, there would be plenty of time to build their relationship and explore.

There was one thing that they were united in wanting to happen, and it was something that only Master Derek could approve. Together they began working out a proposal for their own place on the property.

Angel had sketched up some plans to make it easier to see their vision. It wouldn’t be big, but there would be enough room for them each to work on separate projects, or together. There would be tons of storage and all the fancy equipment that had been impossible in the current space.

Best of all there would be no more sharing a tiny corner of the main kitchen.

At the moment, it was just a dream, and Heaven needed to sort out the details of her former life before she could dive into this new adventure. There were decisions to make and a board to deal with… but after that, once she’d figured it all out… then they’d take their proposal to Master Derek and see what he had to say about hosting Angel’s Heavenly Bakery and Chocolate Shoppe.

The name had been her suggestion, and she’d even cringed while saying it, but … after her Halloween experience, she’d come to realize that her name was just one more bit of leftover trauma she needed to dump. And this was one way to force herself to get past it.

Plus, as far as shop names went, it really was perfect in every way. The puns practically wrote themselves and at least a few people would understand that she was Angel’s Heavenly.

THE END

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