Epilogue

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.”

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.

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