The Thaw Onto The Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Five

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The Thaw onto the Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Five

Mortified. It was the only word that she could think of. Alyssa was mortified. Apparently the ‘hands on’ part that Nat was talking about, the part that would start today, it included making her look stupid while wearing a school uniform meant for someone in elementary school. They had just returned from the store that sold the damn things. The worst part about the whole situation was that the uniform fit her perfectly. Something that an eleven or twelve year old would wear fit her perfectly.

Alyssa felt absolutely ridiculous! She was dressed in clothes meant for a twelve year old. Possibly a seven or eight year old, she wasn’t actually sure. ‘Just remember, you asked for help,’ she told herself over and over as she carefully avoided every mirror that hung in the house. She got the connection, it wasn’t lost on her. She had done irresponsible, childish things that had led to the grades on that transcript, thus she was now stuck in this horrid get up, child’s clothing, whenever she and Nat were going to ‘discuss’ that document. She got it, she understood it, she was horribly embarrassed, she didn’t like it, and she supposed that was the point.

Nat nearly laughed when Alyssa walked into the room. She looked every bit the naughty school girl in that uniform and it wouldn’t be at all a stretch for anyone to think she wasn’t a day over ten years old. He motioned her over to him, and watched as she shuffled over, obviously not thrilled with this predicament. She moved to sit next to him on the couch, however he took her arm and stopped her, guiding her to remained standing in front of him.

He handed her the first page of the infamous transcript. “Let’s talk about the first semester, young lady,” he told her, waiting until she took the paper from him, hands shaking. He followed her gaze and noted she had found the paddle that he had placed on the coffee table. “There is a cane in the closet as well,” he said, watching as her attention snapped back to him. “Now, again, first semester.”

Alyssa opened her mouth but was surprised when nothing came out. She tried again, “I, I, I” confused she closed her mouth again. She saw the grin Nat was fighting to keep off his face. Deep breath, okay, I can do this, she told herself. “Right,” she said, closing her eyes. It was always so much easier when she closed her eyes. “First semester. I got average grades.” She could hear Nat murmur his agreement, but also knew that she was supposed to keep going.

“I didn’t keep up with the work and did everything last minute,” Alyssa could feel herself squeezing her facial muscles together, making it all the more probable that she would have wrinkles sooner than later. “I relied on my OSA status to get professors to waive different portions of grades, like the participation part.”

Again she heard Nat indicate that he was with her so far. She knew he was as he had made her write all of this down last night. Last piece, the worst piece, oh she didn’t want to say it, it somehow sounded so much worse when she said it out loud. “I got totally and completely, couldn’t stand up or walk straight drunk during finals. Then tried to sober up fast and write a paper, final paper that was due the next morning at 8:30, and ended up not finishing a history final because I was sick from drinking.”

Opening her eyes she finally found the courage to look up and meet Nat’s. The disappointment was there clear as day. It stung, just the disappointed look in his eyes, causing her to automatically want to look elsewhere, to want to be anywhere but where she was. However when she did cast her gaze back to the floor she heard the soft command “look at me, Alyssa.”

She finally brought her eyes back to meet his. Yes, there was disappointment there all right. To her surprise Nat picked her up and lifted her up into his lap, not over it, into it, so he was holding her.

Nat had thought a good deal about how to handle this situation the evening prior. The situation as a whole and in particular, the first semester, which is what they were going to be addressing at that moment. Once he had her in his lap, he glanced down at her. She hadn’t attempted to bury herself like she usually did. Despite knowing her for as long as he had at State, some of these details were new to him.

“That was your first semester with us, correct?” Nat asked her, even though he already knew the answer. Alyssa nodded, causing Nat to frown and give her bottom a not-so-light slap.

“Ouch, yes, it was my first semester,” Alyssa replied.

“Better,” Nat said to her. “Verbal reply always, Lyssa. You know that.”

“Yes sir,” he heard her say, her head tilting down, “I’m sorry.”

Giving her a light kiss on top of her head, Nat continued. “Do you know much about how freshman year works for students?”

Alyssa began to shake her head and then caught herself and gave a verbal reply, “no, I don’t.”

“It’s quite different from what you experienced as someone who transferred in from a different school, in a lot of ways. But one of the significant differences is that freshman have something called freshman forgiveness.”

He saw Alyssa wrinkle her nose in confusion which caused him to chuckle a bit. “It’s essentially a get out of jail free card that all students are given at their freshman orientation, it can be used anytime during that first year. So, if there is a class that they fail, or get a really bad grade it, we wipe it, it doesn’t affect the GPA, it’s freshman forgiveness.”

He saw Alyssa’s brain processing the whole concept and then she said, “that is so unfair, there was nothing like that for transfer students.”

This time Nat did laugh a bit as he replied, “Yes, I’m aware. Otherwise I’m sure one of these grades wouldn’t be here. Now, while I can’t apply it to your actual transcript, I’m going to give you the power of freshman forgiveness. I’ll even extend it beyond your first year as a student, let you use it for the entire time you were in school. You can pick one class, Alyssa, and when we go through everything, it will be as if the class isn’t there.”

“Just one?” Alyssa asked, a bit dismayed.

Nat more than chuckled at that answer, he laughed. You give her an inch, she wants a mile. “Yes, just one. I understand if you want time to decide which one, but what I need to know right now, is whether it is any of the classes from this first semester?”

He watched as Alyssa tossed a few thoughts back and forth in her head and then replied, “No, I wouldn’t use it for any of those.”

“All right,” Nat said, lifting her off his lap and placing her to stand in front of him. “I want to get through these quickly, so I expect you to answer honestly and without fuss, understand?”

“Yes sir,” Alyssa replied quietly.

“Good,” Nat picked up the clipboard that held her transcript. “Changing forces of the universe, C, why?”

“I never read the textbook,” Alyssa said automatically.

“Ever?” Nat felt his eyebrows shoot up.

“Maybe right before the final, I don’t really remember,” Alyssa replied.

“What else?” Nat pressed, knowing there was more.

“I was on internet chat with people from my old job during class so I never took good notes,” Alyssa confessed. “I didn’t spend a lot of time studying for the tests.”

“Anything else,” Nat asked her, nearly sarcastically at this point.

“If I had known it was a physics class I wouldn’t have taken it?” Alyssa offered.

“Kim didn’t tell you it was a physics course?” Nat questioned her, his eyebrows going up, once again.

“Um, well,” Alyssa began to hedge and look round the room.

“Lyssa,” Nat said, his tone clearly indicating the warning.

“Could we just pretend I didn’t tell you that last one?” She looked up at him hopefully. Had it been his daughter, nieces or nephews, most likely anyone else, Nat wouldn’t have budged. He knew he would most likely regret doing so at this time. But the hopeful look that Alyssa gave him at that moment. It reminded him of such a young girl, projected such innocence and youthful naivety.

He pursed his lips together in thought for a moment, and then reached out, taking hold of Alyssa’s chin, lifting her head up so he was looking directly into her eyes. “No, can’t pretend you didn’t say it,” he said, watching disappointment fill her eyes. “But I’m willing to put it aside for now. We’ll address the other courses you took that fall and then come back to it. Okay?”

He watched Alyssa’s eyes and could see the mixed emotion in them, and could see as she finally landed on acceptance. She began to nod her head and then corrected herself and said, “yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” Nat told her, releasing her chin and, after letting his arm drop, reaching out and taking her hand, giving it a brief squeeze.

Glancing at the clipboard, he eyed the next course “The Philosophy General Education Course, highest grade that semester. What do you have to tell me?”

Alyssa looked down at her shoes, and Nat gave her the time.

This had been a bad idea, Alyssa realized as she stared at the tops of her shoes. Uniform shoes. They literally went with the school uniform that she was wearing. Yes, she would probably be glad in the end, but the end was a very, very long way away. “Um, I hardly did any of the reading until the midterm, and then I tried to cram it all in right before, and then kind of the same thing with the final.

I didn’t really take good notes in class, I was writing a story most of the time. I’m pretty sure the only reason that I got a B was because the professor gave me participation points for going and discussing some of the material during his office hours. And for just going to his office hours and asking general questions and bringing up random topics that could be linked to other philosophers…cause I never had a lot of course material to bring up.”

She watched as Nat’s eyebrows went up a little bit, but then fell back down to where they should be on his face. Alyssa hated his eyebrows sometimes. He made a few notes on the copy of the transcript he had and then looked up at her and said, “the literature class.”

“If I had known how early in the morning that class was, I would have not taken it,” Alyssa said automatically. One look at Nat’s face told her that was not the kind of information that was going to be helpful. “I had trouble staying awake in the class, and I didn’t really bother getting to know anyone so I could get notes. I hardly read any of the books. Skimmed them, maybe. And, well, the final essay I wrote when I was probably still half drunk.”

That one was painful to admit. Alyssa searched Nat’s face for some sign of…something. Anything. He never revealed anything though. It always drove her crazy. He just, again, wrote a few notes, and then asked her about the history class.

“I liked the professor and I liked the class so I was good about showing up to class. I tried to be good about taking notes, but Professor Krane moved so fast through the information that it was difficult. I did read the books, but usually the night before, and usually because we had to write a paper about them, or we all had to discuss something about the book, not optional. I was doing like ok, in the class. But, I was drunk the night before the final… I may have been drunk during the final, it was the first time I’d ever had more than half a glass of anything in my life. I sat down and opened the blue book, and I couldn’t remember who Christopher Columbus was. I lasted about another ten minutes before I had to turn in the exam and leave because I got sick.”

This time, when Alyssa looked at Nat, she saw disappointment. She had thought that it wouldn’t matter much if he was disappointed in her, since she was disappointed in herself for that one. But just the look caused tears to spring to her eyes. Alyssa automatically looked down, she didn’t want Nat to see her crying already.

Nat saw that she was beginning to cry, and knew it was most likely because of the disappointed look that had been on his face. “All right, young lady,” he began, his tone firm, not as gentle as he might have used in other situations. “You have a decision to make. Do you want to discuss the other course now, tell me about that last piece and get it out of the way? Or we go through these first few, and you can tell me after you’ve accepted your quite deserved and long time coming spankings for these other classes.”

Though she was looking down, he saw her gulp. “It’s nothing, really,” he heard her say, still staring at her feet.

“Alyssa Marie, look at me when you speak to me,” Nat boomed out. It had been much louder than he had intended, and he saw her both jump and flinch. But it also had the intended effect as she looked up at him instantly. “Try again,” he suggested.

“I just, it’s really nothing,” she replied, much more nervous than she had previously been.

“Well, if it’s nothing, then it should be no problem for you to tell me,” Nat stared her down, letting her know that this wasn’t a matter that would pass.

“Nat, please don’t make me,” Alyssa said to him. Whatever it was, it seemed to be upsetting her a good deal. He had a feeling he might have better luck getting the answer out of her at a later time.

“We’ll table that one item,” he said to her. “Everything else regarding the class, is still relevant and we’re still going to address. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” Alyssa said to him, he saw relief in her eyes. Whatever it was, she really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well then, young lady, if I read this correctly, you didn’t participate in any of your classes, though you did make up for it some by going to office hours. You did not stay on top of any of the reading or assignments for your classes at all through the semester. In a number of classes you didn’t even give the professor the respect of paying attention, instead you were on instant messenger or writing stories. And you wrote your final paper while you were drunk and showed up to your final exam when you were sick from binge drinking and therefore were not able to take the exam causing you to fail it. That about right?”

Alyssa nodded slowly.

Clearing his throat, Nat repeated, “is that about right?”

“Yes, sir,” Alyssa said.

Nat took her arm and guided her over to his side, “well, I’d say the first thing that is in order is a good old-fashioned spanking, one that would be given to an unruly five year old,” he said, as he pulled her over his knees and flipped up her skirt. He didn’t bother making her lift her hips, he was able to slide her underwear far enough down that her bottom was bare.

“Because, Alyssa,” he continued, landing a hard smack to her bottom, surprising her, “the way you were acting that first semester was nothing but childish.” Deciding a small lecture was necessary he continued spanking at a measured pace, increasing the force behind each swat just a tad as he continued. “It’s in the first few years of elementary school that children have to be taught to focus in class, need a teacher to continuously draw their attention back to their lessons. A five or six year old is expected to draw pictures or do other things instead of the intended school work. It is those years that you are supposed to learn that behavior is not acceptable. And particularly, at that age, is when you should have developed the habit of completing assignments on time.”

He could see her starting to struggle and knew it wasn’t because of the spanking but because of a mental battle taking place inside that forever moving brain of hers. His yelling a few moments earlier hadn’t helped. While he wasn’t quite sure what the best way to ameliorate the situation was, he decided to follow his instincts for the moment. Pausing the spanking, he placed his hand on her lower back, rubbing small circles in an attempt to relax her. Not that she had been overly worked up, but he hoped to relax her to a place where she could move past being frightened and upset because he had yelled.

“You know, Alyssa,” he said, speaking quietly this time. “When I was in elementary school you didn’t dare come to class unprepared, even in first and second grade, you had work to do every night. Anyone who did, boy or girl, big or small, no matter what age, was marched up to the front of the classroom, and made to bend over, holding onto their knees. Each classroom had a paddle in it for teachers to use, and anyone who showed up unprepared, even at five years old, received six strokes of that paddle.” As he spoke, Nat raised his hand off her back and brought it down softly, gently tapping her back six times. He heard her intake of breath in surprise.

While she had just gasped in shock, her body tense at the moment, he could tell that hearing the personal story from him was also helping her relax and move past the bit of hurt that had been caused when he had yelled. “Yes,” he continued, his voice still quiet. “Every time you were punished at school, a note was sent home that had to be signed by your parents. So of course my dad took me or whichever one of my brothers it was out to the woodshed. Yes, it was an actual woodshed.”

He heard a small giggle from her at that, and knew this small gesture of a story was serving its purpose. While some people might think that getting someone to relax and open up just so you could then punish them was being cruel, Nat did not. Not when it came to Alyssa. With Tina it didn’t matter, she didn’t have the same emotional make up. Honestly, Nat had never quite met anyone with the same type of complex emotional make up as Alyssa.

But he knew that if Alyssa was even just a tad bit hurt, frightened, anything that caused her to retreat inside that hard shell she used to protect herself, things would be all the worse. Because before she would reach the point where she’d hear him, hear what he was saying, understand what she’d done wrong, accept it, take responsibility, and agree that the punishment was necessary, submit to it, and finally get the emotional release that she’d need….before any of that would happen, they’d have to get through that hard shell. It could take hours of spankings and punishments just to do that. If there was one thing Nat wasn’t about to do, it was be cruel to her.

Moving his hand back to her bottom he just patted it as he continued talking. “So of course, you always got punished twice, not once, but twice. After the third time, you didn’t dare get to the fourth, because that meant you went to see the principal. He had a bigger paddle, and was stronger than the nuns. Plus he paddled over your underwear, and twice as many swats. I was lucky to only get sent to that office once during my time in elementary school.” He heard Alyssa giggle at that. “You think that’s funny?” he asked, chuckling as he lightly patted her bottom again. He saw her shake her head vigorously.

“Lucky for my daughter by the time she was in school they’d introduced the use of detentions instead. Not that she still didn’t bring notes home for me to sign, which I did.” Nat gave her bottom another pat, this one a bit stronger. “After a good reminder of why the behavior that led to the detention was not acceptable.” He felt her body stiffen up immediately. Putting his arm around her waist he pulled her in closer.

“What I’ve come to learn about you, little one, is that you didn’t have those types of experiences like most of us did.” He felt her body relax at that sentence, and strangely, he knew that she would. “And that’s okay, Alyssa,” he continued. “No one grows up in exactly the same way. It just proves that there are always things left in life to learn. While there are a number of things we’re going to get to today, you should consider this the first lesson. If you’re going to act like a child, then I have no trouble punishing you like one.” With that said, Nat began spanking her again.

The lecture was out of the way. Unlike most times, he didn’t measure time between each time his palm hit her bottom. For the next five minutes his hand landed over and over on her bottom, Nat watched the color change from light pink to dark pink to red. By the end of five minutes Alyssa was definitely struggling over his lap.

He set her on her feet, catching her hands before they could fly back to soothe her smarting bottom. “On your head, young lady,” he said firmly. “The first time I catch you rubbing your tush, I tie them, you got it?”

“Yes sir,” she said so quietly he hardly heard her.

“All right,” he said turning her, “corner,” he pointed. “Go.” He gave her a gentle push and a not so gentle smack on the bottom sending her into the corner.

Nat didn’t even pretend to look at a magazine or read a book while Alyssa stood in the corner. He didn’t outright stare at her bottom, which had toned down to a bright pink. No, he just sat on the couch and mulled over the situation. They were still addressing the first semester. Scratch that, they really hadn’t started addressing the first semester, not truly. He was going to dole out one hefty punishment just for one semester. She had been a student for a good number of semesters at State. He was very curious what it was that she didn’t want to tell him.