The White Out: End of the Week M/f

[naughtylilgirl09]

The White Out: End of the Week
A Nat and Alyssa Story

Though it was surprising to both parties, the next four days went quite smoothly. Yes, they were still stuck inside the rather small colonial home and the weather still showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. However, Nat was truly amazed that on day seven on being trapped in his home, he and Alyssa hadn’t yet killed one another. Moreover, since that last morning spanking, more of a simple few taps on her bottom really, there hadn’t been any trouble whatsoever. Yes, he was amazed, and worried. Call it a calm before the storm, being well informed, or just plain paranoid. Nat knew Alyssa, and where Alyssa went there was usually drama, conflict and trouble. While he was extraordinarily grateful that they had reached the end of an entire week with the last four days being as calm as they were. It only made him worry more about what explosion was around the corner. What explosion, how much trouble and drama it would be, how upset he would be about it, and what kind of spanking he’d be doling out due to it.

At 9:30 that morning he reread an issue of TIME magazine as he sipped his second cup of coffee. Newspaper delivery was something that he really did take for granted. After all, you can only read the same magazine or newspaper so many times before you have the thing memorized. Above him, in the guest bedroom, he could hear Alyssa stirring. The metal bed frame creaked with every movement that she made which, while annoying at times, gave him a good heads up regarding her movements.
Not even ten minutes later she appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, still half asleep. He could practically see her nose twitching towards the smell of the coffee machine. He looked up at her, greeting her with a cheerful “good morning”.

“Morning,” she mumbled back as she walked, still half asleep, towards the coffee machine. Over the past few days Nat had figured out exactly how to fill the machine so that by the time Alyssa arrived there was exactly one cup of coffee left. He was determined that she was going to cut down on that caffeine addiction.
She poured the last of the coffee into a cup and joined him at the table. Even just the aroma seemed to bring her a bit more to life. He set down the magazine having already read it at least five times. “Is there anything fun to do here?” Alyssa asked after drinking a few sips of coffee.

She watched Nat’s eyebrows go up at the question and immediately wished she had said it a bit differently. But seriously, this place was boring; not that Nat wasn’t trying. He was being super nice to her. Alyssa watched as that look came over his face that told her she had just pushed things a little bit farther than advisable. All with one question, too.

Carefully she placed the cup down on the table, and contemplated her thoughts as she stared into the black coffee that remained in the circular object. Her hands remained wrapped around ceramic frame gathering up as much warmth as possible from the heated caffeinated liquid that the glass held. Looking up after a few moments, having shifted her attitude to a better place, or she hoped what Nat would consider a better place, she pushed a small smile on her face and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

She watched as Nat’s eyebrows appeared to go up a bit farther. She hadn’t thought it possible before, maybe his skin had increased its’ elasticity. It wasn’t a good sign. He didn’t say anything though, it was like he was trying to torture her. The silent treatment, or the lack of facial reaction, whatever one wanted to call it, he knew it drove her crazy. Beyond crazy, it made her babble and look like an idiot because she couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Not this time, Alyssa thought to herself. This time I am not going to babble on and on like an idiot.

Clenching her teeth together she counted in her head up to thirty. Still no response besides the raised eyebrows, and Alyssa felt herself growing more anxious. She clenched her teeth even more, knowing that her orthodontist was going to give her grief and probably find cause to charge an additional grand because of the damage she was causing her back teeth. It was effective enough that she wasn’t speaking however she did go back to looking at her coffee instead of attempting to maintain eye contact.

Finally she looked back up at him, steeled herself for whatever may come, and said, “I shouldn’t have said that, Nat, I’m very sorry,” however she couldn’t help her tone from being placating and a bit sarcastic. For some reason it was as if she couldn’t help it. The past four days of doing nothing, tip toeing around this place following every rule. Yes, it had been nice in some strange, ultra-universe type of way, but it was also so very out-of-character. Alyssa longer to be herself again, or to argue or to just do what she wanted.

Nat just stared at her for a moment, giving her the hardened half stare half glare that he seemed to have perfected. Really it was just a frown, but it always seemed to set her on edge back when she had been in his office. As he kept her eyes trained on her the look seemed to live up to it’s reputation as Alyssa began to fidget in her chair. The one thing he knew about Alyssa Carutthers was that she would be more than happy to argue and trade insults with him all day long. “Alyssa, where is your school work?” he asked her. Though she was no longer enrolled at the university he worked at he knew she was in graduate school. He watched her nose wrinkle in yet another look he was all too familiar with. “I don’t see the point in looking at that right now, we’re stuck inside, so it’s not like I’m going to class anytime soon,” was the reply he got. He easily translated it to ‘not doing well in my class, so don’t want to look at the work and more importantly don’t want to show you my grades’.

“Alyssa,” he said, keeping his tone even and soft, knowing any increase in volume would get her riled up, “go and get your school work now please.” He watched as the young woman sitting across from him placed the empty coffee cup down on the table, took a moment to mentally size up the situation and then said, “no, you’re not in charge of my school stuff anymore.”

Nat couldn’t help but chuckle at that one. In charge of her school stuff? Is that what she thought he had been? What he had been was someone to watch over her to make sure she did was she was supposed to so that she graduated….for both of their sakes.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded hearing his soft chuckle.

“Nothing,” Nat replied. “Now do as you’re told and go get your school books, assignments, materials, whatever you have with you.”

He watched her get up and walk the empty coffee cup over to the sink where she rinsed it off before placing it in the basin. Turning to him she then said emphatically, and with more attitude than anyone would have advised, “No, I’m not going to get my school stuff. I’m not going to do school work. If you want it so damn badly you go get it. It’s upstairs. There’s a fucking blizzard going on I’m not reading textbooks.”

For the second time that morning, the second the words left her mouth she regretted them. The look on Nat’s face told her that she had gone too far, again. Opening her mouth to apologize, he cut her off. “Sit down, Alyssa,” he commanded. It was as if he could sense she was going to try to apologize again, because he added, “NOW!”

Obediently she walked over to the small kitchen table and took a seat. She saw the small nod of approval from Nat. “Don’t move,” he told her, before getting up and disappearing for a minute. Placing her elbows on the table she held her head in her hands. She had really screwed things up now. Not that she had time to commiserate with herself. Nat reappeared within minutes time placing a notebook in front of her along with a pen and the list of rules that they had both signed. She just looked up at him, waiting for him to explain. "You seem to need a reminder,” he said to her, “respect, doing as your told, no cursing, I noticed you opted for no protein shake this morning,” Alyssa opened her mouth to respond but he kept going, “so I think maybe you need to spend some time going over the rules of this house.”

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach that she knew what he meant, but she thought she’d try, “you mean reading them?”

“No Lyssa,” he replied, “you know what I mean.” She followed his pointed stare towards the notebook.

“I have to copy them?” Alyssa asked dejectedly, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, you do,” Nat said. To her surprise he resumed his seat next to her and placed his hand on hers. “You’re going to copy them until you’re sure that you know them, and that way you’ll be able to tell me exactly what kind of punishment you just earned yourself.” Alyssa let out a loud groan.

However, not wanting to dig herself into a deeper hole than the one she had already entered, she dutifully picked up the pen and began copying down the list of rules. Nat sad besides her reading a mystery novel, he had obviously given up on rereading news magazines for appearances sakes.

After finishing the third handwritten copy Alyssa placed the pen down and glanced over towards Nat. His face view of her progress was hindered by the large book he appeared to be reading, but she had no doubt he was paying attention. She waited a beat and then gave an overdramatic sigh to get his attention. She had written three copies of those stupid rules, she knew them well enough by this time. The least he could do was acknowledge her.

“Alyssa,” he said, not moving the book to look at her, but simply turning the page, a clear indication that he had no intention of paying much attention to her in the near future, “if I were you I’d pick that pen back up and do as you were told.”

“I’ve already copied it three times,” Alyssa could hear the whine in her voice and was aware it would annoy him. Which was confirmed the moment she saw him stiffen at her tone. If she had the option she would go bang her head into a concrete wall at the moment, she wasn’t getting anything right and really, ultimately all she wanted was another ten or twelve cups of coffee.

“Alyssa,” she could hear the warning now, it was that quiet, tone that was dangerously on the edge of anger, “pick the pen back up right now, and you’ll continue to copy the list of rules until it’s done to my satisfaction, not yours.”

Nat watched her slowly pick up the pen, making it look as if the mere effort of doing so caused great amounts of pain. He decided to go back to reading for a bit, not wanting to torture himself by watching every move she made. It took willpower to keep focused on the book as he could hear her moving around and was pretty sure the movement was fidgeting and not writing. He finished a chapter of the book within twenty minutes, enough time that Alyssa should have copied the list at least twice if not more. Placing the book down at the table, he leaned forward a bit to examine the progress. She hadn’t even finished the first copy she had begun twenty minutes ago, she wasn’t even halfway done. “All right Alyssa,” Nat said, getting her attention from whatever mental space she had escaped into. “It is 10:30 at the moment,” he pointed to the clock and waited for her to look up and see the time. When she finally turned her head, got a good view of the clock, and then turned back to him and acknowledged her agreement about the time, he continued. “You are going to sit at the table until 12:30 writing out these rules. At 12:30 I expect to see 100 copies. Do you understand?”

She gawked at him and was about to say something he knew she would regret so he cut her off, “hand written, clean and neat writing, no spelling errors. 100 copies Alyssa, I suggest you get started.” Then without giving her a chance to argue he got up and strode out of the room.

Alyssa just stared after him as he walked out of the kitchen. He was insane. He had to be. 100 copies? Why? She thought about it for a few seconds doing some quick math in her head. Yes, it was actually possible to do so in the amount of time that she had. But why? Who cared about these stupid rules anyway? One copy was enough. Letting out a loud overly dramatic sigh, hoping Nat was around to hear it, she turned back to the table and began writing at as slow a pace as possible.

Despite her yearning to be defiant a mental debate began. Yes, she couldn’t see the point of this, it seemed absolutely stupid. However, Nat told her to do this, and she had agreed to follow the rules, so maybe she should just suck it up and do so? One hundred copies of the list of rules, though? That was just extreme and overkill. She wasn’t stupid, she knew what the rules were. After all, she was Alyssa, she didn’t sign anything without reading and nitpicking every last word.

Yeah, she thought to herself, as she continued to mentally inflate her own ego, who does he think he is dealing with? I know his stupid list of rules. I don’t need to write it out one hundred times. What’s the worst he can do? I mean, please, this is me that we’re talking about, I don’t let anyone push me around.