The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Eight

[naughtylilgirl09]

The Deep Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Eight

“Now, I’m going to do you one very large favor, young lady,” Nat told her, “and save you from yourself.” He saw the look of confusion on her face. He guided her out from between his knees and over to stand beside him. As he untied the knot on the extra-large pajama pants he explained quietly to her, “I’m going to start this punishment that you’ve earned yourself, Alyssa, before you somehow manage to get yourself into even more trouble.” With the knot undone, the waist band quickly loosened, and the large pants fell down to the floor.

Alyssa turned red with embarrassment. “Pick them up, fold them, and give them to me,” Nat told her, mentally crossing his fingers she’d do as told. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, he’d required this of her before. She bent down, retrieved the large pants, folded, and put them in his waiting hand. Nat placed the garment behind him, before turning back to her. “All right, little girl,” he said, purposely using the phrase ‘little girl’, “over you go.”

Taking hold of her arm, he guided her over his knees, making it so neither her arms, or legs touched the ground. Typically, he positioned her, so that either her hands, or feet, touched the floor. It seemed to give her a minute sense of security, which, he had realized, she did need. But, he wanted her to feel small, this time, like a naughty, little girl. While it might be been an extra effort, over the next few days, Nat was going to be sure that Alyssa knew what was childish, immature behavior, remembered it, could sense when she was doing it, and that it stopped.

He pulled her panties down without a problem, getting them to just below her cheeks. “Oh, my little Alyssa,” he said, lightly patting her bottom. “Always getting into so much trouble for such a little girl.” Nat knew he was laying it on thick. But, when he saw her head start to drop, he knew it was having its intended affect. “It’s a good thing I know just how to deal with naughty little girls.” He patted her bottom again. “Because what happens to little girls who are naughty? Who misbehave and don’t do as they’re told, Alyssa?” Nat asked her.

He saw her head drop further, before she replied, no louder than a whisper, “they get a spanking.”

“I’m sorry, Alyssa,” Nat said, “I can’t quite hear you, you’re going to have to repeat that.” He gave her bottom two more pats, these not as light, and mentally crossed his fingers that she’d get the hint.

He heard her suck in a breath and then say, just a tad louder than the last time, “they get a spanking on the-, on, on their bare bottom.”

“Is that so?” Nat mused, not quite through with this part of the lesson. “So what is going to happen to this naughty girl that I have over my lap? Tell, me, Alyssa, what is going to happen?” He knew she hated saying it. That was why he was forcing her to do so.

He heard her tears begin already, though they were quiet. “You’re, you’re going to…you’re going to spank my bare bottom,” she managed to say, before her entire body just sagged in defeat.

“Why am I going to?” Nat pressed.

He heard her attempt to stop her tears, and gave her the time. It was only a few seconds before she said, again, just a whisper, “because I misbehaved, and didn’t do what you said, like a naughty little girl.”

“Well, since you agree,” Nat said, “we’ll get started. I was going to use the spatula for your punishment, but, I believe, I’ve changed my mind. You are going to hold it, though, throughout the whole thing.” He held it in front of her, until she took hold of it with both her hands. She was obviously confused, which was just where he wanted her. “For disobeying me when you didn’t set the table, and refused to retrieve that spatula there, it seemed like the perfect little tool of correction as it packs quite a sting. But with, now, five things that we need to address, using it seemed to be a bit harsh, certainly more than this little bottom of yours was ready to take.”

She turned a little, craning her head around to look at him. They both were aware she’d taken very hard spankings; spankings that were long, and involved multiple swats, with that very spatula. However, Nat intended for this to be different. Typically, when he used the spatula to spank her, she had bent over the couch.

He wanted her over his knee because it was more humbling, more embarrassing. It was how one held a child, for a spanking. He wanted her to feel like a child, and was going to use every opportunity, to make sure she felt that way. To make sure that she remembered that childish behavior begets childish punishments. But also, he was more than sure, these wouldn’t be the only punishments, he’d dole out, before the end of day.

“First item,” Nat began, back to business, mind focused. “you disobeyed me, how, Alyssa?”

“I didn’t go, and was the dishes, and set the table,” he heard, her say, quietly.

“That’s correct,” Nat replied, lifting up his hand. “I hope, that after this, you won’t ever do that, again.” Not giving her a second to respond, he brought his hand flying down onto her bottom. He’d been told before, by his nephew, that his hand was the equivalent of a small paddle. Whether that was true, or not, Nat did not know, as he wasn’t about to test the statement on himself. Anything his daughter told him, he took with a grain of salt. However, the hand-paddle that his nephew swore by, was what he made sure Alyssa was feeling at the moment. Twenty swats in total.

“Second item, was again, your disobedience Alyssa. I told you to go and retrieve that spatula.” Nat wasn’t going to make her say each one. She was already crying. He could tell, she was working to hide it, but he knew that she was. “Again, after this, I hope that is a behavior I don’t ever see from you.” He applied another twenty crisp swats to her bottom, which was a medium pink, and getting darker with each swat.

“Third, was what, Alyssa?” he asked her. While he didn’t plan to ask her about all of them, he did want to make sure the message got through. “I was disrespectful to you,” she coughed out. “Yes,” Nat said, lining his hand up with her bottom. “I think twenty again, should impart the lesson.” When the last word was out of his mouth, the first swat connected with her bottom. This time she let out a small cry. She was definitely feeling the pain. Nat applied the twenty swats to her bottom, and then paused for a minute.

“What’s next Alyssa?”

“My attitude,” she told him, through her tears.

“Yes, and going hand-in-hand with that, is the fifth item, which is what?” Nat asked.

“Not changing it,” she replied, still crying, but obviously working to quiet herself.

“Yes, your disobedience again, little girl,” Nat informed her. “You blatantly disobeyed me, and refused to adjust that attitude.” Raising his hand up, he said, “I think twenty for the attitude, another twenty for the disobedience, and five with the spatula should take care of it.”

Alyssa let out a small sob, before his hand even descended. Nat went through the entire forty slowly, and methodically, making sure that she felt each, and every one. Once he had administered the fortieth, he leaned forward, and held out his hand. Alyssa knew what he was asking for, and handed the spatula to him.

“Last five, little girl,” Nat said to her. He lined up the spatula with the direct center of her bottom. Then lifted it up high, and brought it sailing down onto her bottom. Alyssa shrieked in pain. Again, he lined up the spatula, this time a little bit lower on her bottom, lifted it up and brought it sailing down, eliciting another shriek from Alyssa. The last three were the exact same, all landing on the very delicate portion of her bottom, where she was most likely to feel them when she sat down.

Setting the spatula aside, Nat kept her over his lap while she sobbed, rubbing her lower back. When she had calmed down, he assisted her to her feet, pulling up her panties as she stood. Then guiding her the two steps forward into his arms so he could give her a hug. “I know it hurts sweetie,” he said to her, “but it wouldn’t be punishment if it didn’t.”

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his chest.

“I know,” he said to her. “You’re forgiven.” Nat was aware that she was waiting for him to pick her up and hold her in his lap. Today was different, everything about it was going to be different. Releasing her from the embrace he brushed away a few of her remaining tears with his thumbs. “Keep those hands off your bottom, Lyssa,” he said to her. She quickly yanked them from her tush and brought them to her front, clasping them in front of her.

“Good girl,” Nat said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “Now, go do the dishes and set the table.” Unlike before, Alyssa nodded and set off for the kitchen. Nat heard the water running in the sink and knew that Alyssa was washing the few dishes that were there. He got up after a moment and walked into the kitchen to begin making lunch. Not that there was much to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Alyssa carefully set the table. He noticed her eyeing the way the chairs were arranged. At her place was the wooden chair.

Instead of letting her try to figure out a way to switch the chairs without his noticing, Nat said to her, while he was at the stove, “you can switch the chairs, Alyssa.” She looked up at him, her face beyond grateful.” He winked and nodded, reinforcing that it was okay. Continuing to stir the soup, which was almost ready, he watched as she carefully switched the chairs so that she would have the one that provided a semi padded seat.

“Go ahead and grab the plate of sandwiches out of the refrigerator and put them on the table,” Nat told her. She was silent the whole time, but did as he said. The soup was ready. “Alyssa, pour me an apple juice, and get your beverage as well. You may have juice, milk or water.”

Nat had to admit, he didn’t pay her all that much attention while she was pouring drinks. He was concentrating on pouring hot soup into the bowls on the table. Alyssa joined him a few minutes later, placing an apple juice by his side and a mug of something by her food. It wasn’t until halfway through the meal, that Nat happened to notice what she was drinking. Instead of asking her, he reached over, grabbed the mug, and took a sip. Iced tea.

“Alyssa, what options did I give you for beverages?” he asked her, quietly.

She looked up at him, a look of guilt on her face.

“Alyssa,” he repeated, “answer the question.”

“I’ll go get water,” she said, reaching over, to where he had placed the mug.

“No,” Nat replied, moving the cup out of her reach. “You’ll remain in your chair, sit up straight, look at me.”

Since she had been leaning over, to try and reach the cup, Alyssa had to take a moment, to readjust herself in the chair, so that she was actually sitting down, before she could sit up straight, and then turn to look at Nat.

“There,” Nat said to her, his voice never changing. “You see? Doing as you’re told isn’t as difficult as you make it seem.” He watched as she turned pink, embarrassed by what he said. “Now, I gave you options of what you could have for a beverage, Alyssa. What did I tell you that you could have?”

“Juice, water or milk,” she said, after a moment. Again, he could see her lower lip starting to move forward, the pouty and sullen attitude beginning to emerge again.

“And what is this?” he asked.

“It’s really close to water,” she told him.

This time it was Nat that reached over, though it was hardly a reach for him as he had longer arms, as he took hold of her chin, and moved her head upwards so they were looking each other squarely in the face.

Alyssa felt him take hold of her chin, turn her head a bit, before pulling her chin up so that she had no choice but to look at him. It was a genius line, she thought to herself. Even if the thought was in the aftermath. She wasn’t sure why she was even being the way she was. It wasn’t like they were difficult questions to answer.

As she looked into Nat’s eyes, she knew that she had done it. He would begin to yell. Well, not yell. Rarely, did he yell. But, he’d get louder. He couldn’t remain calm that much longer. And an answer like the one that had come flying out of her mouth, nearly before she could stop it that was the sort of thing that tended to get a reaction out of him.

“Alyssa,” he said, to her surprise it was the same quiet voice that he’d been using. No increase in volume, there was nothing hidden behind the tone that she could tell. No, aggravation causing him to do the whole ‘I’ll talk slower because you’re obviously not getting the point’ thing. It was like he’d gained buckets of patience.

She watched as he held up his other hand, which meant he was going to list or count something. “You have disobeyed me when you selected a beverage you did not have permission for. You have lied to me by pretending that you were drinking something that was permissible. You disobeyed me when you didn’t answer me when I asked you about the choices of beverages.” He already had three fingers up.

“You disobeyed me again by not answering the question, and you did not ask permission to do something when you instead deciding to go get a different drink,” he continued, and Alyssa watched as all five of his fingers were up. Because he was still holding her chin with one hand, she wondered how he was going to keep counting.

“While you did answer my question, you showed me attitude as it is quite easy to see that lower lip sticking out, little girl,” he raised an eyebrow as he said it, giving her a look. Alyssa pulled her lip back in and bit down on it. She also kept her eyes on his counting hand, which was now just holding up one finger again. “You sassed me when I asked you what drink you had.”

There were now two fingers up. “You’re at seven, young lady,” he said to her, this time letting go of her chin. “Now I’ll ask you again. What drink is this?”

“It’s iced tea,” Alyssa answered him, then muttered, “but it’s fruit ice tea so should count as juice.”

He heard her. She knew he heard her. She had muttered the comment loud enough to make sure that he heard her. Alyssa just waited for him to yell but it was silent. When she finally looked from the table back up to Nat, he held up eight fingers and shook his head. “Finish eating your lunch, little girl,” he said to her.


Note: Again, any comments, questions, ideas on where you would too see the story to go, what you like, don't like, etc. would be appreciated.

[abbylynngirl]

Alyssa seems to need some regressive therapy along with her spanking. How about treating her 2 year old she acting forget being able use bathroom. Potty Chair .. Diapers exct. Baby leash what is need for her.