A Year of Chance

Prelude and Chapter 1

Prelude:

With a loud rumble and crash the lightning flashed through the sky. It lit up a figure moving hesitantly across the parking lot. It was dark and cold, with a wind chill close to freezing. The figure walked under a solo street lamp as she made her way to her lone car. It was eerie as to walk through the wind as the storm made its way toward the neighborhood. The first drops of rain began to fall as she reached the only car in the lot. Everyone else had gone home early, trying to beat the storm, but Mr. Newman, Deanna’s boss, insisted she stay late.

Chapter 1:

Mr. Newman called Deanna into his office as soon as the last person left for the night. Deanna went to the front door and locked the door, closed the blinds, and quietly made her way to the back office where Mr. Newman sat behind a dark antique oak desk.

“Mrs. Henderson, would you care to explain why your concentration has been anywhere but on your work?” Mr. Newman asked.

“I… I’m s…s… so sorry Sir, I’ve got a lot on my mind Sir. I… I’m sorry.” Deanna responded sorrowfully.

“I think you need a reminder of where your attention should be when you are here at work.” He looks at her and watches as her knee starts bouncing up and down out of nervousness. He almost takes pity on her, however this isn’t the first time since the contracts were signed that Deanna had been called to his office for concentration issues. He stands and moves around the desk to stand in front of Deanna. “Ok, I gave you a chance already, you signed the discipline contract, so now I think it’s time for you to receive your first office spanking.”

“But Sir, I… I don’t want to be spanked” Deanna whines. However, her voice has suddenly turned husky and her breathing starts to pick up speed. Mr. Newman gently takes her by the upper arm and guides her to a straight back chair. In his left hand is a black lacquered antique hairbrush with an oval head approximately five inches long, four inches wide, and two inches thick. He doesn’t know what it’s made from, but he’s read that a hairbrush like this has a stingy impact. He sits down on the chair and pulls her between his knees.

“Deanna, do you know why you are about to be spanked?” he asks her, not wanting to discipline someone who doesn’t understand why they are about to be spanked.

“Y… Yes Sir, b… because I wasn’t concentrating on my work today and made several mistakes.” She replied softly, feeling a bit scared as she looks at the hairbrush in his hand.

“Good girl, I’m proud you are accepting this so well. Now let’s lower your panties and get you over my lap.” With that he reaches up her skirt and gently lowers her lacy lavender underwear and guides her over his right knee. She’s jack knifed over his knee and with his other leg he locks her legs so she can’t kick and hurt either of them. He smooths down her skirt, puts the hairbrush in his right hand to hold temporarily while he warms her up. Mr. Newman raises his left hand and brings it down sharply on her right cheek, he raises it up again and repeats the action on her left. He stops and rubs her skirt covered dress before beginning again with more importance. Left, right, right, left, randomly the spanks firmly cover her rear end. She starts to moan a little as the spanks start to hurt more and more. Finally, after counting out fifty spanks to himself, he stops and rubs again. He’s enjoying the feel of spanking her on her covered bottom, but he knows this isn’t for enjoyment. This is a punishment spanking, so it’s time to bring on the punishment. Slowly he lifts her skirt up and over her back showing him her bare bottom. It’s just barely pink, but he knows that won’t last long. He moves the hairbrush back to his left hand and rubs the bristle side over her rump. He adjusts her even more to show where thighs meet the butt. Finding the sit spot, he lifts the hairbrush and turning it over so the back of it is ready, he brings it down hard on her left sit spot and she squeals like a little piglet. Then he brings it down on the other sit spot, and waits for the squirming to stop. He grabs her waist with his right hand and pulls her close then quickly starts applying the back of the brush on her bottom. He covers every inch of her bottom over and over again. Left, right, and left again, occasionally applying several in one spot before moving onto the next. Soon she’s squirming and trying to kick, her shoes fly off and just miss hitting Mr. Newman’s head. She’s desperate to get away, but he still lets the spanks rain down like a heavy storm. Her derriere is getting very red but he doesn’t stop. Suddenly she collapses over his knee and just sobs out her feelings. That’s when he stops. When she’s no longer fighting against him. He drops the brush on the floor and gently starts to rub her bottom. Trying to help her ease the pain a bit. After a minute of rubbing he gently helps her sit up on his lap. She collapses into his arms as he hugs the daylights out of her and she sobs into his neck. Once she calms down enough, Mr. Newman gently stands her up and guides her to a corner.

“Now I want you to stand here for a little bit and think about your spanking and whether it was worth not concentrating on your work while you were here. Also, as agreed, I will be sending an email to your husband to let him know you were spanked at work. I think you may have another spanking in your near future, don’t you?” He asked. She nodded and sobbed into the wall.

Mr. Newman went back to the chair behind his desk and began composing an email to send to Deanna’s husband. Robert Henderson was the one who originally proposed the contract for Mr. Newman after the first three notes put into her file for not concentrating on her work. Mr. Newman knew Mr. Henderson wouldn’t put up with the fact that Deanna was punished at work for the same offense as all those times she’d gotten written up.

Deanna sobbed as she knew what was coming. She rested her head on the wall as she thought of all those notes in her file. This would not be good. Soon she calms down enough so she can safely drive home, but she waits until released from the corner.

Mr. John Newman sighed as he wrote the email to Mr. Henderson. He didn’t want to get Deanna into more trouble, but he had signed the contract too. Besides, he doubted Deanna would be able to hide her reddened rear end for long.