A Year of Chance

Chapter 2

Deanna slid into the car seat and started the car. She winced when her rear end touched the seat and thought she should have put a pillow in the car for cases like this. Driving home was a bit of an adventure as the rain came pelting down and the wind tried to blow her off the road. Deanna turned on the four-wheel drive and powered through, barely watching the road. She was thinking about what would happen when she got home. Suddenly the lights of another car appeared in her path and she realized she was on the wrong side of the road. Quickly she swerved making it back into her lane in the nick of time. She shook her head and started concentrating on her driving.

Half an hour later, without further incident, she arrived at home. Her husband Bob was standing in the door way with a piece of paper in his hand. She knew it would be the email Mr. Newman had sent him. Without a word, she walked in quietly with her head lowered and went straight to their corner. She knew she would be getting a paddling and if she didn’t fight it, it wouldn’t be as bad as it would if she did.

Bob sighed. He hated having to discipline his babygirl, but knew this couldn’t keep happening. He knew she was stressing about some news she was waiting to receive but if he let her get away with this now, she’d never be able to survive if the news was bad. He went over to Deanna and quietly wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her tight. Then he removed her purse, and jacket, still not saying a word. Neither would speak while he prepared her. Bob went to the table in the hall and lay her purse on it. Then he hung her wet jacket on the hook next to the door. Then he went back to Deanna and noticing she was crying softly, rubbed and kissed the back of her neck. Then he undid the zipper in the back of her dress, then raises the skirt up and over her head taking the whole dress off her in one fell swoop. She stood there shivering slightly as Bob gently undid the back of her black lace bra. He slowly lowered it off her arms and laid it with the dress on a chair nearby. Then he gently started massaging her shoulders as he spoke softly in her ear… “What have you been doing babygirl? Why are you allowing your concentration to hurt you?” He sighed, hugged her once more, then whispered in her ear. “I hate punishing you, but you know if you get spanked at work, you get spanked at home, and not the good kind.”

Deanna nodded and quietly sobbed as she listened to every word he said. Bob sighed once more then turned the hour glass over to start her fifteen-minute corner time and placed it on the corner shelf at eye level with Deanna.