A Year of Chance

Chapter 4

Deanna woke up to a smell of bacon and pancakes. Bob was making her favorite treat for breakfast. She yawned and stretched, feeling the soft padding on her rear end, but also feeling a wet, sticky mess. She was annoyed she wet again, but this always seemed to happen when she was spanked hard. She always seemed to sleep more soundly and not notice a need for the bathroom when she was spanked like that.

Suddenly the door pushed open and Bob stood there with a tray of deliciously smelling food. Bob was a gourmet cook, for fun. His specialty was garlic induced London Broils, cooked on the grill outside, but he was great at everything besides that. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” He said lovingly. On the tray was a short stack of pancakes, eggs soft scrambled, and four strips of bacon. Deanna licked her lips.

“Good morning Daddy” she said softly and yawned again. She pushed herself up and sat against the headboard. Bob placed the tray over her lap. She noticed the orange juice right away and quickly reached for it. She loved orange juice, especially fresh squeezed and still with the pulp. Bob carefully sat next to her and quietly started cutting her pancakes for her. Playing to her little side. Then he pulled the small bottle of syrup out of his breast pocket with a magic air and offered it to her.

Deanna giggled and took the bottle. She loved his playful behavior. It was the best part of being punished. Yet, Deanna was famished, she’d missed dinner last night due to sleeping through it like always. Deanna looked at the clock and realized she needed to hurry so she quickly ate her breakfast. Bob took the tray away and put it on the dresser. “Let’s get you changed and cleaned up.” Bob said as he picked up the wipes and the lotion.

Deanna moved down so she was laying flat. Bob moved to her and pulled the covers off her. He admired her body for a moment, “Your beautiful” he said as he looked at her mostly nude body. Then he lifted her legs and carefully removed the wet diaper. He pulled a couple of wipes out of the package and gently cleaned her up. Then he told her to turn over, at which she complied immediately. He carefully examined her tender rear end. It was a little pink, but not noticeable to the average eye, which is what he’d been looking for. Then he took the lotion and squeezed some into his hand. He lovingly started to massage the lotion into her rear, back, and all over her legs. “Ok, now back over and I’ll lotion the rest of you.” He whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

After Bob carefully rubbed and massaged her legs, arms, and upper body; he proceeded to do his and her favorite part. Deanna spread her legs open and he gently massaged the lotion into her pubic mound. As he rubbed the lotion in, he let a finger drift between her lower lips and tickled her c******s. She closed her eyes and moaned. She loved this part even more than he did, or so she thought. He kept tickling, dipping his finger into her nether region a little and going back to her c******s. She moaned more, but he happened to glance at the clock on the nightstand and pulled his hand back.

“Ok, time to get up and get dressed. You have a big day ahead of you. Hopefully it will be full of good news.” Bob went to the dresser and picked out a nice pair of pink Super-girl panties and matching bra for Deanna. Then he walked over to the closet and pulled out a pink floral dress and carried it over to his babygirl. “Here you go sweetheart. You get dressed and I will wash these dishes.” Bob and Deanna shared the chores, but lately Bob had taken over some of the normal household jobs as he was retired and had the spare time.