A Year of Chance

Chapter 3

Deanna closed her eyes briefly, then stared at the counter as the sand swiftly fell to the bottom of the glass. She started thinking over all that had happened that morning and afternoon. She thought about the fight she got into with the customer and how the customer is supposed to always be right. She thought about how she kept getting the insurance prices wrong on the computer because she wasn’t paying attention. She thought and thought, but she refused to think about the one thing that was really bothering her. The fact that she might have cancer. She simply refused to let herself think about that. No, not that.

She would find out tomorrow at her doctor’s appointment. They had called and told her she needed to come in earlier than the original appointment and to have Bob drive. She knew what that meant, but she didn’t want to admit it. She was simply scared out of her mind, she knew it and so did Bob, but she wouldn’t admit to that either.

She looked up at the glass again, the sands had filled the bottom almost all the way in the little time she’d been thinking. She shook her head and wiped her eyes. She didn’t want to be crying already. There’d be time enough for that later. As the last sand fell a hand gently lay on her left shoulder. She didn’t jump, she had known he was there the whole time, he always is. That, she was used to, discipline spankings, she’d never be used to, even after nearly ten years of being together, the last three as husband and wife. Deanna turned quietly to face him, but she didn’t dare look in his face, she knew how disappointed he’d be in her and she couldn’t bear to see that in his eyes.

“Deanna, babygirl, look at me.” Bob said firmly but kindly. Deanna looked up, what she saw was mingled with the disappointment she expected along with understanding and love. She collapsed into his arms and sobbed. He held her quietly to his chest and kissed her head. He waited quietly, rubbing her back with one hand and her head with the other. As her sobs subsided, he gently placed a hand on each shoulder and held her back just enough so he could look into her eyes. “Babygirl, I hate to do this, but you need to get the emotion out much more than you are now. This spanking will be partially for punishment, but more so to help you feel your emotions. You have a hard day coming tomorrow, we both do, and I will be by your side every step of the way.” With that, he places an arm around her shoulders and guides her into the living room. One look shows that there are a multitude of paddles and the strap set out to be used.

Deanna’s eyes widen, but she just shivers and moves to Bob’s side. He sits down on the charcoal colored sofa and helps her get adjusted on his lap. She lays with her head down on one side of the sofa and her legs propped up on the other side. Bob raises a foot up onto a foot stool to angle her butt a bit and he rubs her lacy panties. He loves those lavender flowers that cover her full and voluptuous rear end. He raises his left hand and starts to spank firmly and fairly hard as a warm-up. She gets ten spanks on either cheek before he lowers her panties. She wiggles a bit to help him lower and eventually remove the lace. Then he picks up a thick hard wooden paddle shaped like a guitar. The paddle is approximately five inches long from one end of the business side to the other and a full inch thick. Neither one knew what the wood was, but it was made specially for them years ago, the handle was about four and a half inches long. He raised the paddle up and quickly started applying it firmly to her rear. Spank after spank landed, sometimes on the same cheek, sometimes alternating. Occasionally he would pull her cheeks up to tighten the sit spot and would apply a rapid fire of sixty swats to either side. After what seemed like hours, but was really just five minutes, Deanna was sobbing and kicking, while Bob was gently rubbing her bottom as it burned a fiery hot. Slowly as he rubbed she calmed down, but they both knew it was far from over. Next, he picked up a wooden spoon. This spoon was extra thick and supple it was made of a maple wood. Once she was only crying he raised the spoon and followed the same pattern as with the paddle. For five minutes, he spanked her, what she couldn’t see was the tears that were falling down his face as he punished her poor bottom. This wasn’t the kind of spanking either one of them wanted. They both liked the arousal ones, but this was no fun for anyone. When the time was up with the spoon, he stopped again and rubbed her sit spots tenderly. She was sobbing harder than with the paddle. He looked at the bath brush and the strap. Should he really punish her so hard, especially with why she’s been so distracted? He shakes his head. No, no more spankings like this tonight. He picks up some baby lotion and gently starts to massage it into her very red and sore bottom. She keeps crying anew, not because of the pain, though that helps, but because of her fears and sorrows. As Bob massages the lotion into her sit spots he speaks quietly to her.

“Tomorrow will be a very hard day for you little one, and I promise to be there for you. If you have to start chemotherapy or any other process, I’ll be there for you too. I promise I will take care of you and make sure you get well quickly.” He rubs some of the lotion into her back, massaging her shoulders and working the tight muscles as he continues to speak. “I know you don’t want me to be at any treatments, and I understand that, but I will pick you up and drop you off, and I will treat you like the princess you are. You are my babygirl and I love you. Daddy loves his babygirl with all his heart.” Bob stops talking and gently helps Deanna turn over into his lap and cuddles her gently but tightly. Bob tries hard to express his love through his loving embrace and soft kisses on her forehead. Soon her breathing slows and her thumb makes its way into her mouth as she suckles on it as she often does when feeling little. Her little side usually comes out after a hard spanking. Bob slowly stands up with Deanna in his arms. He carries her into the bedroom, and lays her gently on her back. He picks up a soft fluffy diaper just her size and lifts her legs up into the air so he can carefully fit the diaper onto his babygirl. He loves being her daddy, he just hates having to punish her. After the soft thick diaper is on her, he picks her up again moves the covers down and lays her back on the bed. He pulls the covers up over her shoulders and bends to kiss her softly on the nose. Her eyes are closed and she sniffles in her sleep. Bob smiles softly, he loves her so much and knows a nap is just what she needs after such a hard experience.