The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Six

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The Deep Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Six

Taking two from the top of the bed, Nat placed them on top of each other and positioned them on the edge of the left side of the bed. As he was doing so, he called Alyssa over to him, though he didn’t pay much attention to her actions. He was still thinking about the upcoming event. Her decision about this part of her punishment hadn’t provided any specifics besides what she should be punished with. He was struggling to justify, in his own mind, taking the belt to her already sore bottom.

Sometimes he wondered if he was being too careful. Overly cautious. However, the one thing Nat was determined to do in life, was not be his father.

‘Think,’ he ordered himself. Closing his eyes, he went back through the events of the day. He could see her stomping her way across the kitchen, refusing to stand in the corner and how her attitude became worse by the minute. He had been furious with her when it happened. Beyond furious.

He wouldn’t have been in a state where he could have punished her, when it happened, for fear he’d let the anger interfere with his judgment. Now, as he replaying the scene in his mind, some of the earlier feelings resurfaced. Not so much that he considered it dangerous, but enough that he no longer had a problem administering the punishment.

A second later, he snapped out of his own thoughts. He glanced up, and noticed that, while Alyssa had turned around from the wall, arms now by her sides, she had yet to take a step towards him. “Alyssa,” Nat spoke quietly, “we’re already repeating your time out tomorrow, if necessary, we’ll repeat your spankings as well.”

He watched her face, mainly her eyes, take in his thinly veiled threat. There was no sign of rebellion, just acceptance. While she looked ready to walk over towards him, he could tell there was something stopping her. Her mind was at war with itself, working overtime, one small part of her, protesting her own decision.

“Alyssa,” Nat repeated, his voice still quiet, but this time he spoke softly, as well. “I don’t think you want a repeat of this tomorrow. I know that I don’t want to do so. Please, come here, now, so we can finish this.” As an afterthought, he held his hand out towards her. That seemed to do the trick. It was obvious the mental debate had not finished, but Alyssa walked over, took his hand, and walked the few steps further, to the side of the bed.

Once there, Alyssa looked up at him. “You know how this works, young lady,” Nat said to her. “Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to take a belt to your bottom. Don’t pretend you don’t know what to do.”

He watched as she blinked a few times, then turned to face forward, and attempted to climb up onto the pillows so her hips were directly over them. Just as he had the previous times, Nat let her struggle for a minute or two, then he grasped her around the waist and lifted her up, setting her down just where he wanted her to be.

He could see her trying to anticipate when the first bite from his belt would come flying down. She was squeezing her cheeks together, for as long as she could, before having to take a breath. Nat decided to just let there be silence for a while. He was, well aware, of how much she hated the silence, how nervous, and anxious, it made her. There was something that she was holding back, and it was becoming more and more obvious that was what the mental debate was about.

When Alyssa became anxious, she had the bad habit of babbling, anything and everything that came to her mind. Nat gave her another few minutes as he sat on the loveseat, thinking to himself. Hopefully this would be the fastest way to get an answer out of her.

He took a deep breath and then stood up and walked back over to the bed. “Alyssa,” he said quietly. She jumped in surprise. Yes, she was anxious all right.

“Alyssa,” he repeated, taking a seat on the trunk in front of the bed, “is there anything you want to tell me before I begin?”

“W-w-why would you ask me that?” she replied. Nat knew better than to answer. He just smiled, and waited. The babbling was about to begin. “I’ve answered all of your questions, I told you the reason why I behaved that I did, so there is nothing left to tell you. Or, you know, nothing left to tell you, of the required things to tell you. You know, required really isn’t the right word, for that. It’s more like, the things associated with the event, and the items that you wanted to know. Although, that isn’t a word, that’s just a really long sentence. So, technically, I don’t know, what word to use. But, that’s kind of beside the point, isn’t it?”

Nat just smiled and let her continue. Memories of sitting in his office, elbow balanced on the arm rest of his office chair, his chin resting in his hand, two fingers covering the front of his face, so that he could mask his expression. Just watching, remaining silent, and staring at her. Knowing that as long as he sat there and looked at her, saying nothing, Alyssa would babble out the entire truth for him. While it might have been a good deal of work to follow her, or cause an occasional headache, it was far better than trying to pry information out of her.

“Because, I have no reason, to have anything left to tell you, since, I answered everything, all ready. And, I did everything, that you told me to do, and explained, every, single, little, thing, that I was supposed to, explain. I assigned myself a punishment, for each rule that I broke, which was a lot of them. I break a lot of rules, all the time. I don’t always mean to, but it happens anyway. I think it’s my personality. But the thing is…I was just kinda wondering, I mean, I went through for every rule broken I came up with a punishment. But like what if I think I did something, that didn’t break a written down rule but is still bad? Kind of like how Casey Anthony and all the other idiots keep getting away with crimes because there isn’t enough evidence to show that they actually broke the law, but in the court of public opinion they’re totally guilty, but that doesn’t exist so. I’m not making sense.

Nat raised his eyebrows, but let her continue. Casey Anthony? In the entire time he’d known her, she always got to the point, eventually. He’d found, that, it was best just to let her go on, and on and on. Interrupting her, and demanding to know what her point was, always mucked things up. The interesting part this time, was that she actually did make sense. Either that or he learned how to interpret Alyssa language.

Nat was sitting down on the trunk in front of the bed, putting him at eye level with her. “I think, I understand what you’re trying to say, Lyssa. Let me give you an example and you tell me if I have it correct, okay?”

“Ok,” she whispered.

“Okay, lets’ use the events of today for our example” Nat said, looking at her for an indication of whether he was on the right track. Her eyes indicated yes. “It was an interesting day, to say the least. At the end of the day, I told you, that you were going to decide how you should be punished. That you had to think of every rule that had been broken, and what type of punishment you should receive. So, if I’m understanding correctly, there is something that happened, that you feel was a wrong doing on your part, and perhaps deserves to be punished. It isn’t included in what we’re talking about this evening because there isn’t an exact written rule about it. That sum it up?”

He saw her nod, and then quickly, very quietly say, “yes, sir”. A tear slipped from her eyes.

Whatever this was, it obviously was important to her.

Nat reached over, and wiped the tear from her face, giving her a small smile. He took a moment to think about the situation. “Alyssa, tell me is this something that will deserve a quick dusting with my hand or the hairbrush? Or something, you believe, will require a sterner form of punishment?”

Again, he looked directly into her eyes. Her eyes, always, told him everything. “The second one,” she replied, quietly. From watching her eyes, he knew she was telling the truth. Nat sighed. That was what he had thought she would say.

“All right,” he said, as he stood up, and began to walk, to situate himself, behind her. “Alyssa, we will address this additional item, I give you my word. But not tonight. You’re welcome to tell me what it is, if you like. But I will not even consider, adding, another item, to this list of punishments, tonight. Tomorrow, yes. Possibly, after time out in the morning. If not, in the morning, then later in the day. I know you would rather get all of these punishments knocked out, all at once.”

At this point he had walked up to the side of the bed, reached forward and squeezed her shoulder. “I know you, Lyssa. Be quick and be done. Do it and get it over with, move on. Fast. You like everything to move fast. I will not do that for you, not with something like this. While you might be able to tolerate the pain, it is too much for one person to take at a time. It would cross the line from punishment over to abuse, in my book, and I won’t ever do that. So, yes, I give you my word that we will talk about whatever it is, it will be addressed. But not tonight.”

Nat gave her shoulder one more squeeze, before he stepped back, getting ready to begin the spanking.

“Nat?” he heard Alyssa call out.

“Yes, Alyssa?” he replied, not walking back over to the bed this time.

“Thank you,” she said.

Those two words, from her, automatically turned it, into one of those moments, where he rolled his eyes, and tilted his head back, looking up for some sort of sign, anything.

He was still getting used to her, and she to him. It was just laughable, some of the moments. He pictured his daughter, in the same situation, before a spanking, saying ‘thank you for waiting to spank me harder tomorrow, a spanking that I am asking for’. If that ever happened, his gut reaction, would be, to take her, to a mental facility, or get her drug tested, or both. But with Alyssa, it fit, it made sense.

Putting his head back, to its normal position, he shook it, a bit, to clear it. Then, he moved up, a step or two, and began to slowly, bring the belt down, across Alyssa’s bare cheeks. She was trying her best not to scream out, but he knew that it hurt her, and that she was crying. He was going at a slow, metered pace.

Swinging the belt down every four or five seconds, and by no means, using the full amount of strength possible. It wasn’t necessary, in Nat’s mind. Not only that, but it would have been too much. After two minutes, he began to speak, not loud or yelling, just raising his volume, enough, to be heard over the sound of the belt.

“Your attitude, Miss Alyssa,” he began. “Another thing, we seem to be discussing over, and over. You’d think, the message would have gotten through to you by now. You will act respectfully, graciously, kindly, you will be polite, at all times. This attitude problem of yours is going to stop, Alyssa. Just as your behavior will improve.”
“Not just when you’re in my house, at all times. It’s occurred to me, perhaps the reason that you have so much trouble following these rules inside my house is because you disregard them the moment you leave.”

“We’ll be remedying that, don’t you worry. And Alyssa, stomping your way to the corner? Appalling behavior. The closest I’ve ever seen you to a temper tantrum. Rest assured, young lady, if I ever, ever see it again, one stomp, you’ll be over my knee faster than you can blink, having a very, very long discussion with the hairbrush, at the bare minimum the hairbrush. Never, ever again, Alyssa!”

“Never, ever again, Alyssa!” he said, and she felt, the biting sting, of his leather belt, accentuate each of the four words. He had started out slowly, and she was aware, that he wasn’t using his full strength. While he was swinging a bit faster, now, it still wasn’t as hard as she knew he could use that thing. It didn’t matter though.

The pain was amazingly horrific. What did he mean, she wondered, when he said that they’d be remedying it? Yes, she was always on much better behavior when she was here. How could he know that?

Snapping out of her thoughts, she realized the room was quiet and still. The belt wasn’t moving, Nat wasn’t moving and she had a feeling she knew why. “I’m sorry?” she offered tentatively.

“You’re sorry?” Nat replied, as a question.

How was she supposed to reply to that? Even though her brain was working overtime, she still wasn’t coming up with anything.

“Is that your answer, Alyssa,” Nat’s voice seemed to boom down on her, but he was speaking in his regular tone.

“Um…” she fumbled though her brain, trying to think of what he would have asked.

“One,” Nat said, very lightly swinging the belt back and forth across her upper thighs.

“I, uh…well…” she tried.

“Two,” Nat replied, still swinging the belt, like it was a yo-yo.

“Answer?” She tried.

“Three.” Nat announced, this time swinging the belt down, for real, hitting the back of both her thighs, at the same time. While she might have imagined it, she was sure he swung harder that time.

“Yeouch!!!” she screamed out, before she burst out crying.

“Settle it down, young lady,” she heard Nat’s voice cut into her misery. He was quiet. He had hardly gone up, to his normal volume, at all, today. He had been using this quiet tone, that seemed to command attention, and when he put that steely edge into it, like he just had, she bit down on her own tears, to make sure she heard. “You’ve already earned one penalty for not paying attention, and answering correctly, I doubt you want to earn another.”

Penalty period. What was a penalty period? Since when did he use penalty periods, or any kind of penalties at all when punishing her?

It was silent again, she realized. She’d done it again. She’d gotten lost in her own mind and missed the question.

“Well, Alyssa,” Nat said.

“Um, could you please repeat the question?” she asked as politely as possible.

She could hear him sigh. Then out of nowhere there was a whirling wind like noise, followed by a sharp crack. A split second later she felt the burning pain on the backs of her thighs, as Nat had given her another stripe with the belt. She screamed out at the pain, but worked hard to get a hold of herself quickly. It felt like she was on fire. Not the good fun erotic kind either. No, she felt like someone had taken a hot poker from a bed of coals and held it against her skin for a moment.

“Alyssa Marie,” Nat’s voice sounded tired, “you weren’t paying attention again, correct?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied quietly.

“All right,” he said, “I’ll repeat the question for you, and you’ll have the time during both of those penalties to form an answer.”

Penalties? Time during them? Time out? Alyssa guess, it seemed logical. She attempted to raise her body, once again having ended up in her own world of thought. She made it possibly an inch, before she felt Nat’s hand push her back down. Her chest hit the bed, and brought her back to the present. “Where do you think you’re going?” Alyssa was very aware that was a rhetorical question.

“You’re to remain as still as possible through both of these,” Nat said to her. “I’ve no doubt it will be painful, and I’ll tolerate some movement on your part, but nothing extreme.”

Penalties, it clicked into her head. It was going to be more spanking. He was about to start. That meant…oh, shit, that meant she’d day dreamed her way through the question again.

“I, uh,” Alyssa began, having no idea what to say.

“What is it, young lady,” Nat asked.

“Could you repeat that question one more time, sir” she asked meekly.

There was silence. It went on for, what seemed like forever. That only meant one thing: bad. Alyssa was working overtime to force herself to concentrate on what was happening, to pay attention, so she would hear the blasted question.

Another few moments of silence and then she, first heard, and then felt, the two burning lashes from the belt, making an X on across her bottom. She cried out in pain, her tears renewing themselves. “Have you been paying attention at all?” Nat asked. There was a whistle, crack and then another searing flame from the belt hit her bottom.

“Yes, sir,” Alyssa cried out, in between her tears. She heard the whistle, crack and felt the pain, again. Both had been horizontal across the center of her cheeks.

“Try again, young lady. Don’t make me add lying to a growing list,” Nat said, bringing the belt down again.

“No, sir, not the whole time,” she managed to say.

“I’m quite aware of that,” he told her, emphasizing each word with a stroke of his belt.

“It further proves your problem with respecting others, even when you’re having your bottom beaten for that exact thing,” Nat said to her. At that point, Alyssa wasn’t sure what made her cry more, the five additional strokes from his belt, or his words.

She braced herself for the next part, but it didn’t come. She nearly jumped when she felt Nat’s hand on her back, alerting to her to his presence, and then his other hand, taking hold of her chin, tugging it to the side, so her face was no longer pressed into the mattress.

She stared at him through watery eyes. He didn’t look angry. “Alyssa,” he said to her. “I’m going to give you a few minutes, so you can calm down. The question I asked was whether or not this amount of attitude was something I was going to continue to see from you?” She shook her head.

He smiled at her, and said, “you can tell me when I come back. Unfortunately, you racked up a large number of penalties, ten strokes each, so you’re at 30. That’s why I want you to take a break. Calm down, breathe. I’ll give you some time, I’ll be downstairs.”
“Wait,” Alyssa called after him, as he already had started to move. “Could you just stay with me, please?” she felt herself bursting into tears, as she asked. Feeling stupid, she turned her head back into the bed and cried.

So stupid and pathetic, Alyssa thought to herself as she cried into the comforter. God, if that’s what I think I am, I can’t imagine what he thinks. No wonder he wants to go downstairs, who wants to stay up here and be around stupid ridiculous me? I wouldn’t even want to, and it’s me.

She nearly jumped out of her own skin when she felt a hand gently touch her lower back. “Of course,” Nat’s voice said. She felt his hand rubbing her lower and middle back, slowly, making small circles. It was such a silly thing, and yet so calming.

“There you are,” he said, from somewhere above her. “Atta girl, just breathe and try to calm down. Deep breath in…and out…another one in…and out”

Her breathing must have worried him at some point, she must have gotten close to hyperventilating.

She could feel his weight shift and knew he had gotten off the bed. “Ready to continue?”

Unsure if that was rhetorical or not, Alyssa answered, “yes, sir.”

“Good,” Nat replied, and she heard that lecturing tone reappear. “Now, young lady, are you ready to provide me an answer?” Alyssa felt the belt hit the middle of her bottom, again, though these were much milder compared to the strength of some of the last licks he’d given her.

“Yes, I-I-I am,” she stumbled, but replied.

“And?” he questioned, not letting the belt fly again as she had expected.

“And you won’t ever see this amount of attitude kind of behavior from me sir, ever again,” Alyssa said, all in one breath, before her tears began pouring out.

“I’m glad to hear that, Alyssa,” Nat replied. “Very glad.” He paused for a second. It was a pregnant pause, far too long in Alyssa’s opinion. It made her nervous.

“Before we finish up this discussion,” he finally said, “I think we’ll take care of those penalty strokes you amassed earlier.”

There was another pause. A long one again. Then she heard noise behind her. He was doing something, what exactly, she wasn’t sure. A few minutes later, she could tell he was standing behind her again. “Thirty, Alyssa,” he said, breaking the silence that she had been contemplating her fate it. “You’re going to count each and every one, for me, understand?”

Gulping, she replied, “yes, sir.”

Thirty extra because she had been day dreaming. Ugh! Thirty extra with his belt and then he was going to give her more with the thing to finish the punishment. She wasn’t going to survive this. Closing her eyes, Alyssa attempted to brace herself for that first stroke. Which essentially meant she squeezed all her muscles and held the position for as long as possible. For some reason, she always held her breath while doing so.

The absolute second she relaxed, she felt Nat give her the first stroke. She didn’t count. Her mouth opened, but in surprise. No actual words came out. Because he wasn’t using his belt. It felt like the hairbrush, maybe, but it wasn’t the right size.

“Lyssa,” she heard him say, his voice full of disapproval. “We’ll start again.”

This time when she felt the object connect with her already sore bum, she gritted her teeth, and counted out ‘one, sir’. She wanted so badly to look over her shoulder, to see what it was he was using. But she also didn’t want to bring herself more trouble. So, she kept her head and eyes forward.

Though, there were tears flowing down her face by the time the 30th stroke fell, the tears were silent, and for that Alyssa was grateful. She had made it through that part without turning into a hysterical, crying baby.

She never was sure how she knew, but she could tell that Nat stepped away for a second. No doubt, to put whatever that object had been back wherever he had it hiding. He stepped back within mere seconds.

“All right, young lady,” he said, clearing his throat. She knew it was his way of making sure that he had her attention. “What say we finish this?” That one, she knew was rhetorical.

Nat put the square clothes brush that was used to remove lint and dust from, probably, everything back in in the small box near Helen’s sewing basket, where he had found it. He was used to her mind wandering, to her thoughts moving at twenty miles an hour, half the time he could practically see it happening.

However, he wished she could manage to tamper it down in situations like these. When receiving a spanking, any kind of punishment, but especially a spanking, bent over, bottom high in the air, a leather belt lashing out and striking your bottom, he wanted her mind here. Not lost in her world of thought. Because, when that happened, while she’d feel the residual pain, the lesson behind it wouldn’t truly sink in.

“All right, Alyssa,” he said, his voice quiet. “Tell me why you find yourself in this position. Don’t extrapolate, one or two word answers.”

When she didn’t respond, Nat raised his arm up and brought the belt down on her bottom, causing a screech of pain. “When I ask you a question, young lady,” he said, again, bringing the belt down, eliciting another screech from Alyssa. “I expect you to answer,” he told her, emphasizing his point with two more scalding strokes.

After a few seconds Nat began to spank her with the belt, bringing it back and forth her bottom, similar to the pendulum on a clock. Each time it connected with her bottom, she jumped a small bit and made a screeching noise.

“The sooner you answer,” Nat told her, “the sooner we’ll get through this.” Though, he thought ruefully to himself, at the moment he wasn’t even putting much force behind each swat he gave, so it was going to be a tough night.

“My attitude,” she finally managed to spit out between her tears.

“Good,” Nat said, not losing stride, “next?”

“uh, stomping,” she told him.

“That’s right,” he confirmed.

“Refusing to stand in uh time out,” she managed, Nat could tell she was going over how many words that was.

“Uhhuh,” he said, his tone indicating to keep going.

“Cursing,” she replied, the tone of her voice indicating she was about to start sobbing.

“Very good,” Nat said, and repeated what she had said, “attitude, stomping, refusing, cursing. Correct, Alyssa?” He was determined that she was going to keep her mind focused this time.

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“Well then, now that you are aware of what your transgressions are, you’re going to name one each time this belt lands on your bottom. You go in order, and after you finish the four, just start from the beginning. Understand?”

Her heard her begin to cry a little harder, but she managed to say, “yes sir, I understand.”

“Good,” Nat remarked as he simultaneously raised the belt high up in the air and brought it flying down onto her bottom.

She screamed in pain, began to cry, yet somehow managed to say “attitude, sir”.

The moment the words were out of her mouth, Nat brought the belt flying down again, this time from the other direction, eliciting another scream of pain. Which was followed by tears, and then Alyssa did manage to announce, “stomping, sir.”

He gave her ten more with his belt, going through the list a total of three times, and then stopped. He had no doubts that she had learned her lesson, on that one.

Alyssa was sobbing into the mattress. She wanted to be mad at Nat, to be furious with him for how many times he used his belt, to hate him for punishing her. But she couldn’t. She had told him how to punish her. She had decided. That, and she knew that she deserved the punishment. This next part, though. Yes, she had picked it as the correct punishment. But honestly, she wasn’t sure if she could take it.

She felt Nat moving her, and tried to do what he said. He was lifting her off of the two pillows that had made her bottom stick up, so high, in the air. That, she didn’t mind. Now, she was just laying on her stomach, on the bed. When she felt the left side of the mattress go down, she knew it was because Nat had taken a seat next to her.

He rubbed her back, not saying a word. Just rubbed small circles on her back, and then gently began to work out, some of the tension, she had in her shoulder muscles. That was an impossible task, and he probably knew it. But just the little bit that he did felt good.

“This next part is not going to be easy,” she heard him say. She nodded her head into the mattress. She knew.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he stated. There were already tears flowing down her face. How was she supposed to be ready for this? Closing her eyes, she let the memory of cursing at Nat, being rude and disrespectful pass through her mind. She deserved this. Alyssa knew it would hurt, like nothing before, but she deserved it.

“I’m ready,” she said, quietly.

“Okay,” Nat said to her, getting up off the bed. “Take a few steps back, keep your stomach resting on the bed, just walk your feet back, I want there to be about a foot of distance, between you and the bed.”

Alyssa tried to do as he said, and he guided her through the process. Once she had moved to where he wanted, he handed her a small pillow from the love seat. Alyssa stared up at him, questions in her eyes. “Hold on to it,” he said to her. “Wrap your arms around it, sink your teeth into it if you need it.”

Alyssa blinked, feeling tears start to come again. That was another way of telling her exactly how much pain she was going to be in. “I’m going to start with your legs together, for the second part, you’re going to spread them apart,” Nat told her. Alyssa half heard him.

She knew that he had moved behind her, and knew he had said something. She was caught up in her own thoughts. The first SPLAT! of the spatula on her right thigh brought her attention back to the present. Alyssa pushed her face into the pillow, muffling her scream of pain. The next one came on her left thigh, just as quick and just as painful. She expected him to go slow, to lecture in between each swat, like he normally did.

However, Nat was more like a machine this time. Right, left, right, left, right, left. The pain was unbearable, Alyssa couldn’t keep count, she didn’t want to keep count. She hugged the pillow, so hard, that it nearly flew out of her arms. Her hands had reached around to her shoulders, and she gripped each one, digging her nails in. The spatula only landed a few more times, after she had gripped her shoulders. Letting out a sigh of relief, Alyssa thanked her lucky stars. She had survived.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Nat asked, his voice had an edge of steel to it. Maybe she hadn’t survived.

“I, I, I-I’m hugging the pillow,” Alyssa said, letting go of her shoulders, loosening her grip on the pillow and turning her head to look at him.

“Really?” his voice was cool. “Since when does hugging a pillow cause fingernail indents and possibly blood to appear on a person’s shoulders?”

Alyssa opened her mouth and closed it. Then opened it again, and closed it again.

Nat walked somewhere past her view and then reappeared. Yanking the smaller pillow out from underneath her, he replaced it with a larger pillow. He indicated for her to lift up her chest a bit, so that he could slide it under her. Alyssa did so, seeing the glint in his eyes.

Tossing the smaller pillow to the side, he said to her, “I’ll not have you harm yourself, or cause yourself pain, because you’re trying to get through the pain from very much earned and deserved punishment. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Alyssa said to him. He was mad. He was quiet, yes, but he was mad.

“You will not harm yourself, Alyssa. I won’t tolerate it. If you need to bite down on something, it better not be your tongue or the side of your mouth. Bite down on the pillow, or I’ll get you a damp washcloth if you prefer. Wrap your arms around the pillow, dig your nails into the blanket, or the stuffing of the pillow. But not into your body. Understood?”

“Yes,” Alyssa replied, nodding. She saw his face soften.

“Good,” he said to her. “If I see it again, I’m cutting those nails, and making sure they stay short for the next year.” Alyssa’s eyes grew wide. He knew that threat was cruel, she loved her nails.

Wrapping her arms around the larger pillow, she sunk her fingernails into the cushioning. The assault on her thighs continued, and it seemed like Nat was spanking even harder now. After the count of three, she, again, stopped counting. It seemed like he had already reached one hundred.

It was over fairly quickly, that part, at least.

She was sobbing into the pillow, while clawing and semi-biting it at the same time. Again, she felt Nat take a seat next to her. “Shhh,” he said gently, “deep breaths, I know it hurts, just breathe.” He had gathered her hair up out of her face, and pushed it off to one side, was rubbing her back, and gently speaking to her. Alyssa knew it wasn’t over, but she was thankful for him being there at that moment.

When she finally calmed down, her breathing back to normal, she looked up and saw Nat looking down at her. A kind, concerned look on his face. “I know we’re not done,” Alyssa said to him between her tears.

“I know,” he told her. “but I’m also not going to start the last part until you’re ready for it.”

There was a few moments of silence, except for the sound of tears in the room. Then, Alyssa nodded her head before saying, “I’m ready, sir.”

In return Nat nodded, tapped her nose, and leaned down and kissed the top of her head, before jumping off the bed. Alyssa almost cried, just from those two acts of kindness. They gave her the strength she needed, to face this next bit.

Nat tapped Alyssa on the nose, gave her a kiss on the head, and got up from where he was lounging, next to her on the bed. She was strong. Stubborn and strong. But this hurt her, he knew that. This punishment would hurt the strongest of people. He was proud of her for sticking through it. He had her spread her legs apart, just enough so that he would be able to swat the inside of her thighs, without interference.

Standing on one side of her, he brought the spatula flying down, on the inside of her thigh. She cried out in pain, but to her credit, didn’t move. He applied ten to the right side, then ten to the left side. Another ten to the right, and another ten to the left. Alyssa was sobbing uncontrollably, near the point of hysterical.

Nat continued, this time five more to the right, and five to the left. By that point, he knew that there was no further purpose in going on. He was more than aware, that she had said 100.

However, he also knew what was enough, when to stop. He knew when the lesson was learned and that any further punishment, would serve no purpose. They had most certainly reached that point. He tossed the spatula into the small trash can next to the night stand, picked her up into his arms, and carried her into her room.

Taking a seat on the bed, he held her close, rubbing her back until she began to calm down. He wanted nothing more than to hold her until she was asleep. To rock her back and forth until she relaxed and fell into a deep sleep, one that he knew, she rarely got. They weren’t quite done. Despite the fact that she had buried her head so for into his chest he could hardly find her in the folds of fabric that made up his sweatshirt, her t-shirt, and the blanket. Alyssa burrowed. It was what she did when she sought comfort.

Lifting her off his lap, and placing her to stand in front of him, Nat pushed the blanket, aside. He grabbed hold of her hand, and with a quick tug, had her over his lap in mere seconds. Once again, he lifted up the back of her nightgown, placing it on the top if her back. Tapping her lower spine, Alyssa lifted her hips, and he pulled her panties down. Like she typically did, once the material was off of her bottom, she dropped back onto his lap with a large thud.


“Now, I think we can take care of this one matter quickly,” he said, gently. “I know you were nervous earlier, nervous, scared. You had a large punishment a head of you. However, just because you’re nervous, or frightened, or scared, it doesn’t give you the right to be rude, sass someone, back talk, any of those.”

“I’m sorry,” she said to him.

“I know you are,” he told her. “But this has to stop. You don’t like it when I raise my voice, do you?” She shook her head. “No, you don’t. What if, every time I was annoyed, with a student, a faculty member, or something in the administration, I raised my voice and was short with you. I didn’t mean to, but I was just so annoyed.” He heard her tears start. “You wouldn’t like that at all. Just like I don’t enjoy it when you’re rude or disrespectful to me. I want you to do your absolute best to keep that at the forefront of your mind from now on.”

With that, Nat was done talking. He raised his hand and swatted her bottom with twenty light slaps. With the multiple punishments she had endured previously that day, those twenty swats were all that was necessary to bring her tears back, in full force. He was aware that he had told her that she’d be getting a serious spanking, and what he had just done hardly constituted such. But there was no point in doing any more than he just had. He remained consistent, followed through on what he said he would do. It was done.

Lifting her up off his lap, he flipped her over, and brought her back into his arms. Holding her, rocking her back and forth, massaging her lower back, making her feel safe and loved while she cried out everything from the day. It took longer for her to calm down at night. At least on days like this.

At the end of the night, when the last spanking had been given, Nat knew, or was learning that her tears were longer, truer, her true emotion flowed out at that point. Thus she when she cried, she shed emotion, guilt, anger, shame, and all other feelings necessary in those tears. It took longer for her to calm down, but once she had, sleep came easier to her. Sleep came easier, and it was one of the rare occasions that she would go into a deep sleep.

In fact, Nat was almost one hundred percent positive that she was asleep, when he carefully pulled back the covers, placed her in bed, and tucked her in. He had turned out the lights, and was about to exit, when he heard a very tired voice say, “good night, Nat.”

The bright light of the moon was shining through the window, providing just enough light that he could see his way through the room. Instead of continuing out the door, he turned, and walked back to the edge of the bed, taking a seat. “Good night Alyssa,” he said, as he sat down, “I want you to try, and sleep, as best you can. I know you aren’t exactly comfortable at the moment.”

“While it won’t be until tomorrow, that we officially say that this matter is behind us, I want you to know, that I am very proud of you. You stepped up and took responsibility for what happened, and took your punishment as best you could. So, while tomorrow is when one would say that there is officially closure to everything, I think it’s important that you know that, I truly believe that you are sorry, and I accept your apology. I do, Lyssa, and I forgive you.”

He saw her eyes light up, not necessarily with excitement, but a spark of happiness. Being forgiven was important to her.

He was about to stand, to leave again, when he heard her say, “Nat, what is going to happen tomorrow?”

“Besides you being in time out?” he replied. He already knew what she was asking. “Well,” he got up from where he had been sitting at the middle of the bed, facing her, stepped up a few feet, and sat back down on the bed, this time nudging her over a bit so he could semi lay down next to her. After making sure that she was covered with enough blankets, he kicked his own feet up onto the bed, and pulled one over himself. As he held out his arm, she eagerly moved into it.

“Tomorrow,” he continued, “you shouldn’t worry yourself about it. Especially if it is going to keep you awake at night.” However, he knew that wouldn’t satisfy her curiosity. “Tomorrow, we’re going to have breakfast, you have an hour of time out to pay. I believe I promised that you and I would talk about and remedy this issue that is very important to you.” He looked down at her and saw her smiling sunnily back at him. It was an infectious smile, once he saw it, he couldn’t help but smile himself.

“Originally,” he continued, “I was going to address some more items on that list, related to your first semester of school. But I think that someone’s bottom needs a little bit of a break for a few days before we continue with that. So we’re going to chip away at that list over the next week, probably. Tomorrow, you and I are going to work on some smaller lessons. Small, but important. Okay?”

He felt her nod.

“Can you sleep now?” he asked her, tickling her a little bit. She laughed and nodded.
“All right,” he leaned down and kissed the top of her head, before turning to stand up.

“Could you, just, um, you know, stay,” Alyssa blurted out. “Just till I fall asleep?” It was dark so she couldn’t see the smile that crossed his face. She was learning to ask.

Normally, he had to offer. “Sure,” he responded, settling back down.

Getting comfortable under the blankets, he put his arm out again for Alyssa to crawl into the embrace. She needed that sense of security. Absolutely needed it. Because within two minutes, she was asleep.