Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The moment she’d turned away from the Littles’ Wing and chosen to run off on her own, she’d known there was another spanking in her future. When she found her way to the Dungeon… it just guaranteed it was going to be an extra hard one.

The only really unexpected part of it all was that Angel was the one who was going to give her that spanking. She was okay with it. Part of her even liked the idea of him dealing with it.

Angel was fun and he was kind. He rarely raised his voice, and she’d fallen into an easy camaraderie with him while they worked. His relaxed attitude didn’t scream dominance, and she’d wondered, more than once, if he was a Dom. It was a mistake, she’d learned, to assume that just because someone had a position of authority they were dominant.

On her first day in the kitchen he’d warned her that he would spank her if she acted up, but still… it could have been a bluff. When the question had finally been answered over lunch, there had been a happy fluttering in her chest.

She wasn’t sure why it mattered. There was nothing between them. But still, it had made him even more attractive, and she’d had to cut off certain thoughts before they got out of hand.

Despite that, she hadn’t reckoned with that leading to… punishment. Certainly not on the very same day.

She was under his authority, of course, but even if she hadn’t been, she was a Ranch Little. Getting caught in naughty behavior pretty much guaranteed a good spanking from any bossy person who snagged you in the midst of it. Well, unless you had your own Dom, in which case they might just tell on you.

When Angel offered to handle her punishment instead of turning her in, there’d still been a moment of shock. He was just so understanding and patient that it was hard to picture him being harsh, and yet… the idea of it did things to her.

A warm rush of anticipation swept through her body. Her nipples tightened and there was a tingling between her thighs urging her to choose him. She probably would have anyway, since the alternatives were less pleasant, but the way her body lit up with excitement made her answer clear.

She’d never felt that when she was in trouble with Master Derek, or Nanny J. Being in trouble with them caused dread and if she looked forward to any of it, it was just the cuddling afterward. But with Angel…

Her eyes had dropped to his hands—his strong, capable hands. She pictured them turning her bottom bright red before moving to other places and she wanted all of it with him. Of course, she’d agreed, and then immediately anxiety had started to creep in.

She ignored it at first. They were talking and he continued to be the same gentle Angel she’d gotten used to

It wasn’t until the spanking was imminent that her nerves got completely out of control. In fact, as they’d worked over his Halloween diorama together, she’d completely forgotten why she was in his apartment at all.

But then he’d taken a seat on the couch and suddenly it felt all too real. Her sweet, relaxed mentor in all things chocolate vanished, and in his place was a stern Dom telling her to call him Sir. There was a low fluttering feeling in her middle as everything flipped. It was so hot… and that was inappropriate for something that was supposed to be punishment.

She wasn’t supposed to want this, but she could feel her panties growing damp. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she prayed he’d think it was just because she was in trouble. The idea that he might realize she was turned on by the experience was horrifying.

This didn’t happen to her. Never, in all the times she’d been punished on the Ranch so far, had she ever felt like this while standing in front of an authority figure.

Sure, sometimes thinking about it afterwards, with the remnants of heat and sting still making her backside ache, she’d get those excited squirmy feelings. Mostly she ignored it. Having a roommate would have been inhibiting enough, but part of her, way down deep, still thought masturbation was bad. Between the two, it was rare she was able to get up the courage to find release.

It was an oh-so-delicious kind of suffering though and her fantasy life could be very vivid at times. She’d often pictured the kind of man who would finally make all those things real. Oddly enough, those imaginary Doms were nothing like Angel.

She’d thought Doms were supposed to be tough and… well, stern all the time. Angel usually made her feel relaxed, happy. They worked well together, like a team, and she’d just assumed he was always like that. Until now.

There was a brief moment when she looked at the door and considered making a break for it. Which was… ridiculous. Not only would it get her in heaps of trouble, but it was entirely unnecessary.

If she wanted to call a halt, she only needed to safeword. Angel wouldn’t force the issue. He’d just report the matter to Master Derek and Heaven would get her punishment from someone else. She didn’t want that.

She wasn’t entirely sure what she did want at the moment, but that wasn’t it.

“Heaven, pants down. Now,” he said. There was a snap to the order this time.

“I-I just… are you sure we can’t just let this go? Maybe I could do lines or something?” The pleas spilled out of her mouth in a rush as she took a step back.

One eyebrow went up as he looked at her. “Are you saying ‘Red’, Heaven?”

She shook her head quickly. “No, Sir. I was only hoping you’d change your mind.”

“Then you need to do what you’re told, otherwise we’ll be changing this hand spanking to a paddling on the bare bottom.” His expression made it clear that he meant every word.

There was a sinking feeling in her middle and her bottom lip trembled, but her hands made her way to the button on her jeans. It might have been the slowest obedience ever, but he was patient and waited while she dragged her jeans down to her knees an inch at a time.

It didn’t help that her panties were starting to get noticeably wet and her clit was doing a slow pulse. The humiliation of having to take down her own jeans somehow made it both horrible… and exciting at the same time.

“Good girl.” He patted his thigh. “Across my lap please.”

Putting herself across someone’s lap for a spanking was the hardest thing in the world. She wanted him to grab her arm and pull, doing all the work. It was so much easier that way. But she could tell from his expression that he was going to make her do that on her own too.

With a heavy sigh she awkwardly lay over his thighs. There was just no graceful way to do it and finally she just flopped there. “I really hate this,” she mumbled.

“Being punished?”

“No… I mean yes, that too. I hate having to do… stuff.” Having to explain it wasn’t much better than having to do it and she let out an exasperated huff.

Angel chuckled. “It’s hard having to participate in your own punishment, isn’t it? But I think it’s important, especially in the beginning, to make it clear that no one is forcing this on you. When you take down your own pants and put yourself in position, it’s a way of taking ownership for what’s happening.”

“I know, but it sucks.” She did know. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard a similar lecture. It just didn’t help to know the why of it.

“Maybe, but you made all the choices that got you in trouble, and now you’re making the choices that will clear your slate. Seems fair enough, I think.” He flipped her shirt up, exposing the back of her panties, and then laughed. “Chiquita… you’re aware it’s not Monday, right?”

Heaven Leigh groaned. She had tons of underwear. Dozens of cute little-girlish pairs to choose from. So of course the first time Angel spanked her, she’d be wearing Monday, and of course it would be on the wrong day of the week.

If this was going to keep happening to her, she was really going to have to stop wearing them on the off days. “Yes, Sir. Monday is my favorite day, so I have a bunch of that say it,” she explained, for the second time that month.

“Hmm, interesting. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else whose favorite day of the week was Monday before.” He sounded amused.

It took her a second to realize what he’d said. “Wait, your favorite day is Monday too?” It was such a ridiculous thing to have in common, but it tickled her.

“Yes, but that’s something we’ll need to discuss another time. We have a spanking to take care of, chica, and there won’t be any more delaying.” True to his word, there was no waiting. His hand lifted and swept down with a stinging swat placed right across the elegant letters that covered her seat.

She gasped, but it was more surprise than pain. The first smacks really weren’t so bad. Not nearly as hard as she usually got when she was in big trouble. Maybe Angel was just too nice to give a really hard spanking.

No one had ever mentioned being spanked by him, so maybe he just didn’t have the experience yet. Of course, it was also his first time spanking her, so maybe he was being gentle because of that. Whatever the reason, it looked like she was going to get off easy and that was a huge relief.

She started to relax… but she was wrong. Angel had been judging her reactions and getting an idea of her tolerance before he stepped up the effort. When the first real spank landed, she knew it. It was almost as though she could feel the solid outline of his hand imprinted on her right butt cheek.

Her back stiffened and her feet kicked up off the carpet in surprise at the fiery burn, but she was silent until the second spank landed on the other side. That one inspired a yelp and she grabbed on to his leg to keep her hand from flying back.

Angel could spank. He was good at it… way too good for her comfort. His hand flashed up and down, steadily covering her backside in searing slaps that made it impossible to maintain her composure.

Heaven Leigh typically kept her emotions under wrap as much as possible. She didn’t like feeling vulnerable, but when she was spanked… all of that went away. Her legs kicked, toes drumming against the carpet as her hips rocked from side to side and tried to avoid his hand.

Which was impossible. No matter how much she squirmed and moved, Angel’s palm didn’t miss. Not even once. And despite the stinging pain, she was incredibly aware of the flippy feelings inside. The pulse between her thighs was steady and insistent now too.

It didn’t make the spanking easier to take, but it gave her something to focus her attention on. Every time she rolled her hips or clenched her thighs, there was a surge of pleasure to match the pain. For a while they were balanced almost evenly.

She lost count of how many times he swatted her. It felt like hundreds (but probably wasn’t) before the pain began pushing the pleasure back. She finally let go of his leg and threw her hand back to cover her bottom.

She expected him to stop and scold her, maybe warn her that she’d be in bigger trouble if she didn’t move her hand. He might have stopped long enough to grab her arm and pin it to her back instead. Either way it was worth it for the break.

She didn’t get one.

When her arm flew back to block his spanking hand, Angel simply shifted his aim downwards. Suddenly his hard palm was cracking down hard and fast on the back of her tender thighs. The pain escalated with an abruptness that took her breath away.

It was too much and finally the pleasure receded entirely and left her with nothing but a sore, burning backside. Heaven Leigh squealed. “No, no! Not the thighs, please, Angel, not the thighs!” she blurted. Tears were already starting to trickle down her cheeks and she had a feeling he’d barely started.

“That’s ‘Sir’ to you, chica.” The correction came without even the briefest pause in the spanking. The burning was intense, and it was hard to believe he was only using his hand.

“Sir! I meant Sir, please not the thighs.” She twisted, shooting him a wide-eyed begging look over her shoulder. Her hand still hovered over her sore, hot bottom, but she wasn’t agile enough to protect the area he was spanking now.

Angel wore a stern expression, without a hint of his usual easy-going personality. He shook his head. “I’m sure by now you know better than to put your hand back, young lady. Actions have consequences.”

One spank after another landed on her thighs, covering them in handprints from just above where her jeans rested, to the sensitive crease where her legs and bottom met.

He didn’t say he’d leave her legs alone if she took her hand out of his way, but she dragged it back in front of her anyway, just in case. Her fingers curled around his ankle, and she held to him tightly, desperately hoping it would make a difference.

It didn’t. He seemed content to stick with spanking her thighs and it hurt so much. Every spank added more sting and heat, until she thought she would burn up from it.

It was far from the worst spanking she’d ever had. In fact, if Master Derek had been the one to catch her down in the dungeon, she had no doubt her butt would be getting paddled hard right now. There might even be the strap—it was a pretty big rule after all.

But Angel’s style of spanking was simply different from what she was used to. He didn’t remind her of the proper protocol for behavior during a spanking. He just reacted when she broke it. He was mostly silent too. The expected lecture that often occurred during a spanking was absent.

“Please, Sir! I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll never go back to the dungeon by myself again.” She burst into noisy sobs as she made the promise.

And just like that he stopped.

She caught her breath, shocked at the sudden end to the spanking. Whether it was her promise that had brought a halt, or just a coincidence, she wasn’t sure. But she was very glad he was done.

Or so she thought.