The Cold Snap Part Two: A Nat and Alyssa Story

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The Cold Snap Part Two
A Nat and Alyssa Story

“Well I don’t like the majority of bratty, spoiled, students, with unrealistic senses of entitlement, that come through my door every day, but you don’t see me refusing to work with them, do you? You may not like the fish, but you will eat it. I may dislike a good deal of my students, but I do work with them.”

Nat didn’t realize what he had said until the words were out of his mouth. Tossing the magazine on the table, he looked at Alyssa, her face showed shock, and hurt. When she blinked hard, Nat knew she was trying to hold back tears.

“Alyssa,” he said, starting to apologize. She picked up the knife, cut off a piece of the fish, and began to eat.

“Alyssa,” Nat tried again. She didn’t look up, concentrating extraordinarily hard, on the food in front of her.

“It’s not that bad,” she remarked, still not looking up.

He sighed, and sat back, watching as she quickly shoveled the pieces of fish into her mouth. Sooner or later, she was going to choke. No sooner had he thought it, and he heard her coughing. Leaning over, he gave her two, hard slaps on the back. Enough, to get whatever was blocking her airway, moving. He could see the tears in the corner of her eyes, although, now he was unsure, if they were from his comment or from the choking.

He was about to speak, when she looked at him. “Thank you,” she said politely.

That was a good sign, Nat thought to himself. Polite was good. “You’re welcome,” he replied. He could see that she was about to go back to eating, so he spoke up. “Alyssa, what I said, about students, I was not referring to you.”

She smiled at him, and laughed a little. “Yes, you were. I know I was a pain. Not as much as Alicia, though.”

Just at the name, Nat grimaced. Seeing his face, Alyssa started laughing. When the grimace turned to one of his famous looks, she snapped her mouth shut. He watched, as she hastily turned her attention, back to her plate, picked up the fork, and continued to push the piece of fish around plate.

There was quiet, again, except for the sound of her fork scraping against the plate. He could see her mind working, struggling. It was obvious she wanted to tell him something. But, he also knew that she would have to tell him on her own time table.

Not moving her eyes, she quietly said, “oh, yeah, by the way, I may have forgotten to tell you, she’s in town. Alicia, I mean, moving in with me, in fact.”


“Oh, yeah, by the way, I may have forgotten to tell you,” Alyssa said, directly to the plate in front of her, knowing that Nat would hear the words. “She’s in town. Alicia, I mean, moving in with me, in fact.”

Forgotten may have not been the right word, stalled, steered the conversation in different directions, conveniently gotten amnesia, something like that, perhaps.

She waited for Nat’s explosion, or yelling. There was nothing. There was also nowhere on the plate that the stupid piece of fish hadn’t been moved to. Setting the fork down on the table, she gathered her courage, and then looked up at Nat.

“I’m glad you finally remembered,” he replied. The look in his eyes told her, that he knew, she hadn’t forgotten.

“While, I know, you both will enjoy living together, enjoy each other’s company, I expect you to keep in mind, the same rules still apply,” Nat continued. Alyssa directed her eyes back up at him.

He looked down at her and caught her gaze. “And believe me Alyssa, any nonsense, anything at all, and I won’t hesitate, for a single second, to paddle your backside, even if Alicia is standing right there.”

Alyssa gulped, she had no doubt that was true. But, there was something that was worrying her, a little bit more, at the moment. A rumor that had been floating around. One that told her, the past was coming full circle. But really, it was a rumor, why put so much stock in it?

She eased her mind with that, at least for now. After all, a rumor was a rumor was a rumor. It meant nothing until there was actual proof, and there was none. No actual proof, and yet…and yet. And yet, what? Oh, Nat would be surprised, if he were ever to find out, that he wasn’t the first person to know both her and Alicia. Or the first person to find them difficult.

But he didn’t know that yet. There really wasn’t much point in telling him what he might not even find out. That, and she had a much, much bigger problem to deal with at the moment. A large piece of fish on the plate in front of her.

“Now, young lady,” Nat interrupted her thoughts. “It’s just about 9:30, you’ve made it about a third of the way through that piece of fish. It is more than reasonable to say that you will be finished eating by 10pm. Yes?”

“I’m finished now,” Alyssa replied. The moment the words were out of her mouth she wanted to take them back. It was like watching a thunder cloud come over Nat’s face.

“You will be finished with your meal, when you’ve eaten everything that is on that plate,” he told her. Alyssa flinched at the tone. She couldn’t help it. It stung. She knew he saw it too, but he didn’t say anything, that almost stung more.

Still, there was no way she was eating fish. Absolutely not. Nat had gone back to reading his magazine, so she just sat there with her arms crossed on her chest.

Ten o’clock came a lot faster than she would have liked. Remarkably fast, in fact. All of a sudden, she was a little worried. He couldn’t make her stay there all night, could he? He had that stupid rule about getting sleep.

She heard the shuffling of papers, and knew Nat had looked up at the clock. A few seconds later, she heard him place the magazine down on the table, and clear his throat. “All right, Alyssa, stand up,” he said.

Stand up? Her mind started going a million miles an hour. Was he going to spank her now? She hadn’t even touched the fish, so that would mean that she’d won. That didn’t make sense. Almost everything that Nat did, or didn’t do, made sense.

Nat watched the small girl, who sat with her arms crossed across her chest, a stubborn expression on her face. If he wasn’t so frustrated with her at the moment, he would have said she looked adorable. Clearing his throat to get her attention, he said, “All right, Alyssa, stand up.” Though she attempted to hide it, he saw the nervousness and confusion flash across her face, before the stubborn reappeared.

He waited a few seconds, staring directly into her eyes. They both knew that if he had to physically move her, he would. He was in no mood for this, as he saw the stubbornness increase in her eyes. He raised his eyebrow, which, if she was smart, she would heed as a warning. He was still sitting back, quite leisurely, in the kitchen chair. “One,” he said quietly.

Alyssa maintained eye contact, though he noted that some of the stubborn bravado did diminish.

“Two,” he said, his voice remaining quiet. While he still held her line of sight, nearly all the stubborn fight had vanished from those eyes. Nat raised his eyebrow up again, one last warning for her.

As he was about to give the final count, she nearly leapt out of the chair and stood before him. “Three,” he announced, his voice at a regular volume this time, and a rather bemused smile on his face. Reaching out, he took hold of her chin and tilted her head back so, once again, he was looking directly into her eyes.

“You’re aware that, regardless of how things progress, you still have a bedtime spanking and that last teaspoon to swallow?” he half-stated, half-asked.

He saw anger flare up in her eyes for a moment, but quickly smolder and she replied, “yes, sir.”

“Good,” he turned her, “go and retrieve a spoon and the bottle of cod liver oil for me then.” Giving her bottom a quick slap, he sent her on her way. She didn’t dawdle, he gave her credit for that. After retrieving the small bottle from the cabinet, and a spoon from the drawer, Alyssa came right back to him. Nat knew she could see the small amount of praise in his eyes.

He pulled her forward a few steps, until she was close enough, that he could lock her between his knees. “Now,” he said, once again holding her chin. “Before anything else, we’re going to get that bedtime spanking and last teaspoon out of the way. Understand?”

She nodded, and then said, “yes, sir.”

“What do you understand,” Nat asked her. He had stopped this practice a while back, but something in his gut told him that in this one instance, it would be better to just double check.

It took a moment, but she looked up and he saw the defiance in her eyes. “I understand that you have the intention of giving me a spanking and having me swallow a teaspoon of that stuff.”

“I understand that you have the intention of giving me a spanking and having me swallow a teaspoon of that stuff,” Alyssa heard herself saying. Worse, she found herself staring up at Nat with a look in her eyes that clearly said ‘I dare you’. Half her brain was screaming at her that she’d lost it. The other half was cheering her on. The entirety of her brain, however, blamed the fish.

“Intention,” Nat replied, and the look in his eyes, it was one that normally made her wither. In fact, Alyssa was rather surprised she didn’t. “You can call it that if you like,” he continued. She watched as he opened the bottle and poured out a teaspoon of that awful stuff. When he brought it up to her mouth, she curled her lips inward and refused to open.

She was more than surprised when the only thing he did was sigh, quietly, and then quickly, grip her nose, yanking her head back, forcing her mouth open, and push the liquid into her mouth. He continued to hold her head up too, giving her no choice but to swallow the horrible stuff. Even when she had, he didn’t let go.

“What do you think, young lady,” she heard him say, “do you still think it’s only my intention? Or do you think it’s what’s going to happen?”

Alyssa felt him lower her head just a little, not by much. But enough to allow her to speak. “Happen,” she choked out.

Nat was still pinching her nose shut, and that grip was how he was holding her head back. She felt him lower her head a little bit further. “Again, Alyssa,” he said. She could hear the anger is his tone.

“Happen, sir,” she said, more clearly this time. She felt him release her nose, at which time, her head came back down to leave her starring into his eyes.

“What was that, Alyssa,” Nat replied. She wanted to kick him at this point. She’d already answered the question.

“It’s going to happen,” she told him. When his eyebrow shot up, she lowered her eyes and added, “sir.”


Nat felt his eyebrow automatically go up at the annoyed tone when Alyssa replied, “It’s going to happen.” Though it was an automatic reaction, the eyebrow raise, it had the desired effect. Alyssa lowered her eyes, no longer challenging him, and added, “sir.”

“I’d say you’re correct about that,” he told her, pouring out another teaspoon. He watched her eyes widen as he did so. He didn’t say anything, didn’t answer her unasked questions that he could practically hear her screaming. Instead, after filling the spoon, he placed the bottle back on the table, and lifted the spoon to her mouth. “I’d behave this time, Alyssa,” he said rather mildly.

He saw the struggle in her mind, which did not please him. However, when a few seconds later, she gave a small sigh, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth, Nat smiled to himself. Placing the teaspoon inside her mouth, he tapped her chin indicating for her to close. She did, and he slowly pulled the spoon from her lips. “Swallow, Alyssa,” he said, his voice firm, but not with the sternness or anger it held a prior.

He watched her eyes squeeze closed, two tears falling down her cheeks. Then he saw her swallow twice. “Good girl,” Nat remarked as he caught the tears. “Was that so bad?” he asked her as she opened her eyes. He laughed as she nodded yes. “Well then hopefully you’ll think of it before you mouth off again.”

He watched her head bow down, and knew she felt bad. But it didn’t mean that the evening was over, not even if he wanted it to be. “All right little girl,” he said, guiding her around to his side, “let’s take care of that bedtime spanking here and now before we address everything else that is creeping up tonight.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead he pulled her over his lap with a quick tug, peppering her bottom with firm swats from his hand for a solid two minutes. It stung, but wasn’t something that would bring her to sobbing tears. He knew that. “Now, I’ll ask you one last time,” Nat said looking down to where her head was. “Are you going to be a good girl and eat your dinner, or are we going to do this the hard way?”

“I’m not eating the fish,” was the reply he got.

“So, that would be a no, then,” Nat responded. “All right, then.” He helped her back to her feet, caught her hands before they flew back to clutch her bottom, and gave her a warning look. Alyssa immediately brought them to the front of her. “Into the corner,” Nat said.


Once she had come out of the corner, he knew she would be surprised to find that her chair was gone. Not only that, but, the large piece of fish, was now cut into smaller bite size pieces. She looked at him for direction.

“Go on, elbows on the table,” Nat told her, his brusque. She hesitantly bent forward resting her forearms on either side of the plate, her back hunched over. Nat gave a large sigh, “I know you’ve found yourself in this position before, young lady,” he said, landing a sharp swat to her bottom. “Walk those legs back.” He watched as she did so, hesitantly, spacing her feet about eighteen inches apart at as she also walked back from the table, making her bottom rise up in the air.

“Ah, I know you have it in you to behave,” Nat told her as he brought the wooden spatula down on her bottom. She jumped and squealed in pain. He gave her a few seconds, but that was it. All it took was saying her name, and she was back in the position he had put her in. “They’ll be no more of that,” he told her, bringing the spatula down again. “Understood?”

He could see her nodding quickly and finally heard her say ‘yes, sir’.

“Good.” He replied, swatting her bottom once again. “Now, here is how this is going to work,” he began, bringing the spatula down three times. “I’m going to spank your bottom,” two more times, “with this spatula” five smacks to her bottom. “Usually, but not always ten or so times,” he told her, adding a few swats. “Then you will take the fork and eat a piece of your meal, there in front of you.”

He saw she made no motion to do so.

“You can refuse to do so, of course, but it will just make an even longer night for both of us.” At this point he was stalling giving her extra time. When she still made no move to even pick up the fork, he nodded to himself. Without any warning to her, he brought the spatula down again, this time going to twenty.

“All right young lady, take a bite,” Nat told her. She still refused.

So, so stubborn, he thought to himself as he raised his arm up, this time going to twenty-five. Again, he gave her the opportunity to take a bite, and again, she refused.

“Alyssa, I won’t go past thirty,” he warned her quietly. She remained silent. Nat left her where she was, going to retrieve another item.

Returning to stand behind her, he tapped her bottom with the spatula, once, twice, and then began, administering thirty good, strong smacks to her bottom.

“Pick up the fork, Alyssa,” he ordered her.

“I won’t eat it,” she replied. He could hear the tears in her voice.

“Did I tell you to eat it?” was his response. “I told you to pick up the fork.”

He knew he’d thrown her with that one, and watched as she hesitantly picked up the fork. Taking the item that he’d retrieved a moment ago, he placed it in front of her. It was a plastic food storage contained. “One piece of fish, either in your mouth or in the storage container, now.”

He purposely used his tone that she never disobeyed. And the legend of the tone held true, as she picked up one piece of the fish and put it into the plastic container.

“Fork down, arm back on the table,” Nat told her. She complied quickly. This time as he administered the next thirty he spoke to her. “If you think you’ve gotten a reprieve, young lady, think again. Everything you put in that container is what you’ll be eating for breakfast.”

Finished with that set of thirty he merely nudged her and she picked up the fork, and placed a piece of fish into the container. She hadn’t heard the rest yet. Once she had placed the fork down, and put her arm back on the table, Nat continued. “Not to mention that we’ll be discussing your disobedience and misbehavior tonight, your skipping a meal tonight, and you can bet this bottom will once again feel thirty good smacks for every piece tomorrow morning.”

He’d stopped and was waiting for her to decide. He knew that little bit had gotten to her. “Tomorrow morning, too?” she asked.

“In your mouth or in the box, Lyssa,” he responded. While he had his fingers crossed that she’d eat the food, she placed it in the box. Beginning the next thirty, Nat said, “yes, and should you have issues eating any tomorrow morning, I’m sure you’ll be able to eat them at lunch, or if not then dinner or the next days’ breakfast.”

“But I’ll never be able to sit down again,” she cried out in the middle of thirty he was applying to her bottom. Nat paused for a moment, and then continued, slower and said, “I don’t really think that is much of a problem, seeing as you’re standing, bent over, to eat anyhow.”

He’d reached thirty. “Go on Alyssa,” he swatted her bottom lightly. She speared the piece of fish with the fork, but did not automatically move it towards the Tupperware. Her hand hoovered for a minute, and then he watched and heard her shovel it into her mouth, chew and swallow it.

“There,” he said, lightly squeezing her neck, “if you’d done that much, much earlier, you wouldn’t be here now.”

He’d landed the first swat on her bottom when he heard her cry out, “I’ll eat it all.”

She couldn’t see the smile that crossed his face. “We’re past that now, baby girl,” Nat told her, as he kept going all the way to thirty. “But keep behaving yourself and we’ll get through this quickly.” When he nudged her to do so, she obediently picked up the fork and ate another piece of fish.

They went through the exercise five more times. At that point, Nat saw there were still about twenty bite size pieces remaining on the plate. Alyssa was crying, her body shaking. He rubbed her back until she calmed down a bit. “Alyssa,” he said quietly but with a stern tone, “if I decide to drop back to ten am I going to regret it?”

“No sir,” she replied.

“You’re sure,” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said, “I promise.”

“And I’ll get no trouble from you about eating the remaining pieces on that plate?” Nat inquired.

“No, sir, you won’t,” she responded, tears starting again.

Nat raised an eyebrow, at that, but he pulled over a chair and helped her stand. She looked shocked and a little frightened. “It’s all right,” he assured her. “Come on, over my knee.”

He couldn’t muffle his chuckle when she all but dove onto his lap. He patted her bottom and heard her hiss. “Now, little miss, twenty pieces left, I said we’d drop back to ten, so that’d be two hundred swats due to this bottom tonight.” He gave her bottom another not so light pat and heard another hiss of pain.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he pulled her in close, the other held the spatula. “We’re going to do the first hundred, then I expect you to eat every single piece on that plate, then we’re going to finish and be done with this. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

“Good,” Nat punctuated the word with a swat of the spatula. Once the first one landed he continued bringing it down until he reached one hundred.

She obediently ate all of the fish on the plate.

Nat pulled over the plastic container. She ate those too.

He whispered that he was proud of her for doing that, giving a small kiss to her cheek.

Then he flipped her back over his knee and quickly administered the last one hundred. She was crying by the first twenty. However, he held firm to his resolve and went all the way to one hundred. Once he was done, this time, he was done. The punishment was over. Nat stood up, Alyssa in his arms, no longer facing the floor, but clinging to him with everything she had in her, while burying her face and her tears deep inside his chest.

He chuckled as he lightly brushed a hand over the top of her head. She always cried, that was a given. However, some days she wanted to hide those tears more than others. Pushing in the chair, Nat walked out of the kitchen, flipping off the lights on his way. A quick glance, while in the hallway, told him that the door was locked up tight. Nat carried her upstairs, directly into her room, to put his very tired, very sore little girl to bed for the night.