The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement - Part Five

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The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement – Part Five
A Nat and Alyssa Story

“All right, young lady,” Nat said, as he dropped his arm from around Alyssa’s shoulders and took a step back. Returning to his stern, authoritative demeanor that he wore far too often around her, he continued “back to folding, no dawdling this time!” Turning her as he’d talked, he gave her already heated bottom a no-so-gentle smack before turning and walking over to the small den area. He hadn’t missed her jump of surprise from the smack to her bottom, before he turned, however, and had to work to keep his chuckle quiet.

She’d done as she’d been told, taking the two steps necessary and gone back to where the basket of laundry was. Nat leaned against the sofa watching as Alyssa silently worked, folding articles of clothing. Her bottom was still glowing from the spanking she’d just received. Despite the howling and carrying on that she’d done, it was a truly light spanking. While it probably appeared that he was lost in thought, Nat was watching her like a hawk. He’d told her ‘no dawdling’ and he meant it, there was no way she’d waste time like that again!

He’d come to realize that chores were a good punishment for Alyssa. There was no question as to whether or not she could do the task. In fact, he mused to himself, he’d bet a fair share of money that Alyssa could write a book about cleaning and home economics. You’d never think it to look at her living space. But she knew more about the topic than anyone he knew. Knowledge wasn’t the issue. She knew how to do every kind of chore under the sun. No, it was that she was not used to having to do them.

Alyssa did chores when she decided she wanted to do them, and only then. She’d grown up doing that. When she didn’t want to do chores, her parents had picked up the slack. Which is why, having her clean, or fold, or dust, to his satisfaction, when she didn’t chose worked quite well with her. She didn’t forget it for a very long time.

He let her fold in silence for a few minutes. Then Nat began to quietly lecture on the multiple absences, lying to her professors, faking being sick. He didn’t raise his voice, never yelled. It always boggled the mind how Alyssa, who, at work, would argue to the death, yell at whoever she needed to, in her personal life was so sensitive to the slightest increase in voice. So he kept his tone quiet, firm, emphasizing his disappointment with her. That her behavior was not okay then, not okay now, would never be okay.

Nat watched as tears slowly rolled down her face, every once in a while she’d reach up to slap them away. She was folding the clothes and neatly as possible without taking excessive amounts of time with each piece. He smiled to himself. Quiet. The best way to let the message sink into her mind now, was quiet. He’d said all that was necessary for the moment. Leaving her in the quiet, where she would have time to think about everything he’d said, that was a punishment all on its own.

So, he remained silent, giving her time to think for the next ten minutes. He’d been right. Alyssa was mentally berating herself. It was quite obvious by the increase in the tears that she was trying to hold back. Nat carefully watched the clock, making the estimate that the ten minutes of quiet, plus the time that he’d talked was most likely around 15 minutes.

“Alyssa, come over to me please,” Nat said quietly, not wanting to startle her. He knew he had.

He could tell that his words were having an impact. While there was a significant importance to that, there was an equally significant one tied to the impact she felt on her bottom. During the ten silent minutes she’d been folding clothes, Nat had gone over to the closet and retrieved a small, aged, paddle. At one time it had been an entertaining game of paddle ball, upon closer inspection the two holes from the staple that once held the elastic band on there were visible.

Alyssa stood before him, looking humbled. However, Nat was well aware that she could look humbled and chastised one moment and creating trouble the next. “All right, young lady,” he said. She looked up at him, and he knew she was listening. “Tell me why we’re here.”

It was a flash, he nearly missed it, but Nat could literally see the sarcastic response flash through Alyssa’s mind. “We’re here because I lied to my professors and made up excuses for why I didn’t go to my classes, and had excessive absences,” she quietly, her head dropping down.

‘Smart,’ Nat mused to himself. ‘Not allowing the comment to come out, very smart. The fact that the comment came to mind in the first place? Something to work on.’

“That’s correct,” he said, clearing his throat. He gave her a moment to look up at him. When she didn’t, Nat took hold of her chin, and pulled her head up, until she met his eyes. He raised an eyebrow, and communicated his displeasure, with one look.

Alyssa was well aware how he felt about eye contact. That it was a sign of respect. He knew that she struggled with it, and in casual settings, typically, he did not mind, if she couldn’t meet his eye. However, when she was being punished, when they were discussing issues of behavior, anything of the sort, he demanded respect. He would not tolerate anything less, and that included eye contact.

When she forgot, or wasn’t able to meet his eyes, Nat always gave her a moment, a pause. He was not without heart. However, when he cleared his throat, it was the silent cue to her that she needed to make eye contact. Again, he would always give her ample time to do so. If she didn’t do so at that time, he’d assist her in the action. However, he’d made it clear to her, when they’d discussed the topic, he always hoped she would be able to look him in the eye, by herself. That, if he had to assist her, it was another indication of the level of immaturity and childishness they were dealing with.

“Now, how many absences did we decide on?” Nat asked her. He watched her bite her lip, but to her credit, she maintained eye contact.

“Seven,” she said, glancing down for a second, but then looking back up at him, her head not moving.

“Seven?” Nat replied. It wasn’t the correct answer.

She continued to bite her lip, “seven, beyond the allowed amount,” her eyes moved down, and then back to his. “Sir.”

Nat wasn’t sure what to make of this. There was a part of her that was rebelling, or fighting this punishment, this situation. The sarcastic comment that had nearly happened, the added sir. Perhaps, even the trouble looking up at him. There had been many times that she hadn’t been able to look him in the eye, had remained staring at the floor, because of the look on her face.

“I’m beginning to question if you actually grasp the seriousness of the situation,” Nat tightened his grip on her chin, pulling her head up more.

“I do,” Alyssa assured him, her voice going up in tone.

“Really?” he replied, staring into her eyes. He would see what he needed there.

“Yes, sir, I do,” she replied, he could hear the pleading in her voice. But the sincerity was not there yet.

“I’m not so sure,” he countered. “I think I was being too generous, when I decided to punish you for seven absences, and let that cover all four of your classes. Not seven absences for each class.” The panic rose in her eyes, at that moment. ‘Good,’ Nat thought to himself. He much preferred she be nervous when it came to facing a punishment, than acting cocky like she was.

“I swear,” She whispered, “I take it seriously.”

Nat wasn’t ready to make a decision on this. “We’ll see about that,” he told her, watching her eyes for the reaction. “It will be up to you, your behavior, Alyssa, how many separate punishments we need, for the lesson to get through to you.”

He saw the comprehension in her eyes, and could tell that the seriousness of the situation was beginning to sink in. Letting go of her chin, Nat looked her over and then said, “bring one of the barstools over here.” She looked forlorn, but walked, obediently, across the room, picked up the chair, and brought it back to where he was. He nodded his approval.

“Bend over it,” he said. The look in her eyes was priceless. Nat knew that she was afraid. If she bent over the stool it meant that neither her arms nor legs would touch the ground. She didn’t move, but instead, looked up at him, pleadingly. Nat didn’t budge, he continued to stare at her until she took a step towards the stool and attempted to crawl up on top of it.

Normally, he’d go over and help after a minute, lifting her up and placing her where he wanted her to be. This time, though, he was going to make sure that she didn’t forget a single second of this. That this was a lesson that they never had to discuss again. While he knew it would hurt her as much as the spanking, he was going to make her experience the humiliation of struggling to get over that stool herself.

It wasn’t an easy task, particularly given her size relative to the height of the bar stool. Alyssa would have to step up onto the bottom rung on the stool and quickly put as much of her body over it as possible. Given her short stature, that wasn’t going to be much of her. She’d have to work to make sure that the stool didn’t topple over at any point.

After taking that first step up onto it, she would then work to get her body over it and into the position required. It would be a delicate balancing act, one where she was going to have to, essentially wiggle her bare bottom back and forth, as she inched forward, until she was where she was supposed to be.

Nat didn’t rush her, not that he was trying to prolong her humiliation, but because he knew she was humiliated. If the time became excessive he had no doubts that a good smack on her bottom would hurry it along. But she did as told in acceptable time. Even when she was in place over the bar stool, hands grasping the lower rung, bottom sticking high in the air, presented perfectly for a spanking, he didn’t go to her immediately. He gave her a few minutes to make sure she remembered. He wanted to make absolutely certain that she would remember having to get up onto that stool, having her bottom up in the air, laying there waiting for her punishment.

Five minutes in total, Nat made her wait. It was enough to let everything sink it, but not so long that she’d panic. Or at least he’d hope. After five minutes, Nat walked over and stood next to her. “I will not make false excuses.” Placing the paddle on her bottom, he waited. “Say it, Alyssa,” he commanded quietly.

“I will not make false excuses,” she said after a minute. SMACK!

When she did not continue, Nat tapped her bottom with the paddle, “Alyssa, you know how this goes.”

“I will not make false excuses,” she said. SMACK!

Nat waited a beat, and was not pleased when he, once again, had to tap her bottom a few times. “You’re behavior, so far, is telling me that we need to address each class,” he commented.
“Nooo,” she cried out. “I’m sorry. Nat, sir, I’m sorry, really, I am, I got lost in my thoughts. Please, I’m sorry.”

Nat smiled to himself. Alyssa getting lost in her own thoughts was something that was very probable, even when her bottom was getting paddled. Tapping her bottom again, he said, “Well then, let’s be sure your focus remains where it needs to be. Again, Alyssa.”

“I will not make false excuses,” she recited. SMACK!

“Again,” Nat said, not allowing her a break.

“I will not make false excuses.” SMACK!

“Again, Alyssa,” Nat told her, the moment he lifted the paddle off her bottom.

“I will not make false excuses.” SMACK!

“I will not make false excuses.” SMACK!

Nat smiled to himself, she’d gotten her head back where it needed to be. The fact that he was not being at all light when wielding the paddle most likely had something to do with that.

“I will not make false excuses.” SMACK!

“I will not make false excuses.” SMACK!

“You may stop reciting,” Nat informed her. He may have been mistaken, but he could have sworn that he heard her give a sigh of relief. If she was relieved, it would only be short lived. The only reason he gave her permission to stop was because he planned to speed up his use of the paddle. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Is this starting to get through to you,” Nat asked, as he brought the small paddle down quickly on the center of her right cheek, and then the left. SMACK! SMACK! He alternated sides, never moving from that center area, though. “Earlier you seemed to understand the seriousness, the importance of the multiple absences for no reason at all.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Five minutes ago, however, it was a source of amusement for you, Alyssa,” Nat lectured.

He saw her tight grip on the lower rung of the stool. He’d already lessened the speed and weight with which he wielded the handy wooden piece. “It isn’t so amusing now, is it?”

He saw her shake her head back and forth repeatedly and rolled his eyes. She knew he wouldn’t accept that. Drawing his arm back a bit further than before, he smacked her thighs for the first time, once on each side. SMACK! SMACK! “Is it, Alyssa?”

“No, sir,” she choked out.

Nat set the paddle on top of her back. “No,” he gave her bottom a light pat, “it most certainly isn’t.”

While it must have seemed long to her, in reality it couldn’t have been more than two or three minutes. She took it well, given how much he knew it must have stung. Nat purposely kept it short as he wasn’t sure exactly how many times he would be using that paddle. Hopefully it would not be 28, but if she pushed him, he would do it. When he was certain that her breathing was even, he removed the paddle from where he’d placed it on her back and walked over to the sofa, giving her another minute to calm down.

He also took a short moment for himself, putting the small instrument of correction on the sofa cushions, away from the laundry area. Nat forced himself to take a few slow deep breaths. Once he’d taken the moment he needed, he turned, sans paddle and went back over to where the small girl lay draped over the bar stool. When he reached her, he shook his head to himself. This was hard. Hard on her, hard for him. It was not easy to punish someone, let alone punish them this much. Placing his hand on her back, he felt tension release from her body.

“Now, that was either the first of seven, or of more, Alyssa,” he began. He saw her nodding her head up and down. “So either it was the first of seven spankings due while down here. One for each absence, while counting them overall for the semester.”

Nat crouched down so he was near level with her head. Reaching out, he cupped the top of her head and turned it so that she was looking at him. “Or it was the first of seven spankings due to address the absences in one class. There will be seven for each class and you had four of them. I don’t want to give you twenty eight spankings, but you have a long way to go to prove to me you understand and take the matter seriously.” This time, when he looked in her eyes, he saw understanding. It was certainly an improvement.

Standing up, he took hold of her arm and helped her off the stool. He did not lift her off like he usually would have done. But he did assist her. Once she was on her feet, Nat looked her over, checking to be sure that she was okay. Aside from a stinging bottom, that was. Setting his mouth in a firm, determined line, he said to her, “all right, young lady, back to folding.”