The White Out: End of the Week Pt 2 M/f

[naughtylilgirl09]

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

At 12:30 Nat walked back into the kitchen and took a seat at the small table. Alyssa sat there, looking bored, slowly scratching out some sort of chicken scrawl on the notebook in front of her. By the slight stiffening in her posture he knew she was aware of his presence; however she pretended not to notice him. “It’s 12:30 Alyssa, let me see what you’ve done,” he said quietly.

Still not acknowledging him, not even turning to face him, she pushed the notebook over to him and continued to stare at the wall ahead of her. Doing a quick count Nat found 37 copies and then a note telling him exactly what she thought he should do with his list of rules. Forcing himself to count to ten, Nat calmed himself down enough so that he could speak to her instead of yelling in anger which was his first impulse. Placing the notebook back in front of her, the pages flipped over to the snide and bratty note she had left him. “This is how you feel,” he asked her.

This was her chance to make things right and mentally he was praying that she do so. He didn’t want to go through this again. Alyssa remained silent, her gaze still fixed on some invisible spot she had found on the wall in front of her. So damn stubborn, Nat thought to himself. Why does she have to be so damn stubborn? It only made things harder and she knew it. But she would do it anyway.

He reminded himself that he was probably one of the only people on this earth that actually pushed back. Everyone else always gave in to her. That’s why she was always stubborn and argumentative and a royal pain. Because she was used to no one pushing back. Sighing loudly, Nat found himself thinking of all the times back at the University where they had hit a similar wall. And he’d kicked her out of his office. It was the same situation but so drastically different at the same time.

“All right then,” Nat said standing up, he left the room for a moment and walked out to the main hallway. Quickly grabbing her jacket, gloves, and bag from the mudroom he brought them back into the kitchen and dropped them on the table in front of her. “Out,” he said firmly, forcing himself to keep his voice stern and devoid of emotion.

Alyssa jumped as her bag and jacket were dropped on the table directly in front of her. “Out,” Nat demanded, still looming over her. “What?” she gasped. “You’re getting rid of me?” she turned to stare at him in alarm.
He sat down across from her. “No, Alyssa, I’m not getting rid of you. At least not by the definition that you use. You gave me your word that you would follow the rules of my house, that you would accept the consequences for the times you didn’t. Not only that, you signed your name to it.” She followed his glance towards the smudged list of rules. “I care about you a great deal, Lyssa, you know that. I don’t want to see anything happen to you. But if you can’t keep your word and show me the respect that I am due by following the rules of my home, while you are staying here, then I can’t have you here. It’s that simple.”

Alyssa could feel the tears start to spring to her eyes. Oh, she was so stupid. This wasn’t work, where she had to prove how cool she was, where her attitude helped propel her ahead. This wasn’t her home where she was in charge of everything, where if she didn’t stay on top of every little detail things would fall apart. This was Nat, a different version of that strange respite that she had sought out when she was in undergrad. This was just a lot longer than the thirty minute time spans that she used to spend hanging out in his office.

“I’m sorry,” she said, seeing the doubting look in his eyes. “Nat don’t make me leave, I really am sorry. Please, I know I ask this a lot, but please just give me another chance. I’ll copy the list one hundred times, or two hundred times, or however many times you want.” The doubting look was still there and it was making her very nervous. “I’ll do your laundry, I’ll clean your entire house, do the dishes, I’ll, I’ll, I’ll, I don’t know, I’ll clean the bathrooms with a toothbrush, please!”

She saw a smile appear at the last one, however she was not finding anything funny. “Alyssa,” he began and she had to stifle a groan. He was going to make her leave. She had pushed things too far. Tears started to fall, she couldn’t stop them. Ugh, sometimes, she really did hate herself. “Alyssa,” she heard him say again, yanking her attention back to the actual situation.

She was surprised to see he didn’t look nearly as angry as she thought he had. He handed her a tissue which she accepted and wiped the tears that had been falling. She felt him squeeze her knee in a friendly gesture, which only further confused her, why wasn’t he yelling? She was ready for the insults, the punches, to be thrown across the room, all of the usual that followed these types of exchanges that her brothers had no trouble doling out in spades. That things that she was used to, where were they? The tissue, friendly and comforting gestures, she didn’t know what to make of those, it made her nervous that was for sure.

Nat watched her as she processed a million different thoughts. When you knew her well enough, you could practically see the thoughts flying through her brain. Finally, her gaze settled back on him. “Are you going to follow the rules of the house?” Nat asked her.

“Yes,” she responded, sniffling from the crying jag that she had been trying to hide.

“And are you going to accept the consequences for when you break the rules?”

She nodded vigorously, and finally said, “yes.”

“All right then,” Nat said, giving her a very small smile. “Go put your jacket and gloves back in the mudroom then.” He watched her eyes widen in shock. Before she could fire a million questions at him he reaffirmed for her, “go on,” nodding his head towards the hallway. She stood up slowly, almost cautiously and picked up the winter apparel. “What about my bag,” she asked him quietly.

So nervous, he thought. He was not used to her being this nervous. “Well, considering all of your school work is in there I think we should keep that here, yes?” Not able to meet his gaze, she nodded and then walked out of the room. Within a few minutes she was back at the table, still extraordinarily nervous though. Frowning, Nat thought for a moment. This was so unlike her, and he wanted to address it, but he was worried about doing so in the wrong way. At the moment she seemed like if someone simply tapped her with a finger she would just fall over.

Finally he settled on the direct approach. In the time that he had known her it had always been the best way. Albeit there had been some times where it hadn’t worked as well as he would have liked, but it was far better than softly leading up to anything. “All right Alyssa,” he said, his voice back to its’ normal tone, far too loud, he was aware she would say, “turn and look at me, please?” She did so, though it took her a moment to actually make eye contact.

“What’s going on with you? You’re incredibly nervous all of a sudden,” Nat said. He watched her eyes widen and though perhaps no one else had called her on this either.

Why, why, why was he asking her this? Alyssa was mortified and not happy, intrigued and suspicious, confused and she didn’t know what else at the moment. How on earth had he noticed that? No one else ever seemed to. That, and what was she supposed to tell him? The truth? Yeah, right. Though the times that she had said anything but the truth, at least with Nat, things had not turned out well. Worse than not well actually. “I’m just waiting for the other shoe to fall,” she finally came up with in response. It was true too.

He gave her one of his many looks, and she knew what this one meant. It was the ‘keep-talking-because-I-know-that-isn’t-the-whole-story-and-if-I-have-to-pry-it-out-of-you-then-you’re-going-to-be-in-deep-trouble’ look. She was already nervous but that one look increased the feeling. She hated each and every one of Nat’s looks and he had ten that she had named. Without even thinking she had begun tapping her fingers and squirming in the chair.

“Alyssa,” she heard him say after a few minutes, his voice definitely had that warning tone in it. She knew that one too. It was the tone that said start talking or I’m going to lose patience and you don’t want that to happen.

“Ah, well you see,” she began, trying to figure out how she was going to explain this one. Yes, Nat knew about a lot of things in her life. He knew about her abandonment issues. He knew about all the drama and a lot of other things. But she had never given him a lot of details when it came to things. She liked it that way and somehow, she was pretty sure he did too.

Glancing over at him it was obvious that she was going to have to answer and should stop stalling. Yes, she had now stopped searching for an answer and had moved into the stalling phase. For some reason, damn him, he always could figure out when that happened too. “Usually, or uh, what I’m used to is that uh, you know, p-p-people aren’t like, uh, nice. Like they don’t uh give you a tissue thing. And, you did. So I just, I’m like waiting for you to get on to doing the rest of it.”

One glance at Nat’s face told her that she wasn’t done talking and she was going to have to explain what ‘the rest of it’ was. Taking a deep breath she opened her mouth, and nothing came out. It surprised her as much as it did Nat. Alyssa always had something to say, she knew one of the things that she was known for was never shutting up.

Trying again she opened her mouth and all that came out was “ah.”

Nat couldn’t help a chuckle at the look on her face. Alyssa looked so shocked that she couldn’t seem to say what she wanted, the look was priceless. It was one of the moments where he wished there was a camera on hand. He pushed the notebook towards her, just an inch or so, and asked “want to write it instead?”

Grateful can’t describe the emotion that flooded her face. He laughed to himself as she picked up the pen and began writing. Getting up from the table he went and got them both a snack. He wasn’t sure which was going to be worse: listening to Alyssa babble through an entire explanation, which could go on for quite a long time, or letting her write one, which could end up being quite long.

Settling back down at the table, he placed a plate of peanut butter cracker sandwiches on the table along with a glass of apple juice for her. She was lost in the writing, the intensity so deep that he wasn’t sure she would notice if the roof collapsed on her.

It was his turn to be grateful when she finished with only a page and a half. Nat had feared she’d write out ten or fifteen pages, which he knew she was perfectly capable of doing. She picked up one of the crackers and began to eat the snack he had put out while he read what she had provided him.

It was new information to him, or further details on information he had already had. But it did explain a good amount of things. He read it twice just to make sure that he had read it correctly.

Alyssa watched Nat carefully as he read everything he had written. He appeared to be rereading it at one point. Why would he reread it? Finally he placed it down next to him and looked up at her. She couldn’t read his face, she hated that. She was never able to tell what he was thinking or what his reaction was because he never had a facial expression. She nearly jumped out of the chair when he reached over and pulled the chair closer to him.

That one she didn’t expect. This was one of those situations where she had absolutely no idea what was going to happen. If there was one thing Alyssa hated, it was these kinds of situations.

She watched as Nat reached over and took both of her hands into his, but then he just held them. It was an embrace. It was strange. “Alyssa,” he said, and this time she didn’t find it hard to look up at him. She was just a bit curious about what his reaction was to what she wrote. When her eyes finally met his then he continued. “Alyssa, I know that you have a great deal of trouble believing this and I want to let you know that I am going to repeat it over and over until you understand and believe me.”

There were two things that he could say, her brain reminded her. The first was that he could go all mushy into the whole ‘you’re a good person, I’m not going to abandon you, blah, blah, blah’ stuff. The second was that he could remind her off all the horrible things that she had done and tell her that what she had written of what was done was justified and it wasn’t bad advice. She was guessing number two.

Nat waited until he could tell that he had her attention again before continuing. “I’m not going to abandon you Alyssa, I’m not going to get rid of you in the sense that I’ll kick you out of my life like these other people did. Yes, I will tell you that if you cannot be respectful enough to follow the rules of my house then you cannot be here. But I also know that you are mature enough to make the right decision on that point.” He saw her make a small smile at that one. “Furthermore,” he continued, “I will never, ever tie you up, lock you in a closet or any place, deprive you of food. I will never punch you, kick you, and whatever else your brothers and these other men thought appropriate to do. Never.”

Alyssa had been looking away however when she turned her head back to him he could see the tears running down her face. Reaching back to the shelf behind him, Nat grabbed a few Kleenex and gently wiped away her tears. “I don’t understand,” she said to him, “they told me that it was my punishment for whatever I had done, I don’t remember.”

“No, Alyssa,” Nat lifted her chin up a bit, making sure he had eye contact with her. “If I take you over my knee and give you a spanking, that’s punishment. Making you do extra chores. That is punishment. Taking away your use of the internet, that is punishment. All of these things,” Nat picked up the paper with the hand that had previously held the Kleenex, his other hand still grasping both of hers, “these are abuse and things that should never be done to anyone.”

“So you’re not…” Alyssa trailed off but he knew what she was asking him.

“No,” Nat answered, “I will never, ever treat you that way. Ever. When you are here you do not have to worry about any of these things happening, ever.”

He looked into Alyssa’s eyes and he could see that she believed him. He had always been one of the few people that she trusted. After a moment she nodded, more to herself than anyone else and said “okay.”

Nat gave her a few minutes to let the information process in her brain and then moved forward with the rest of the unpleasant conversation. “Now, young lady, we have, I hope, cleared up one matter for the day. There still is one left to take care of.” Because he could see the confused look on her face he tapped the notebook with his index finger. He watched as Alyssa seemed to go two shades lighter in color. “I’ll be good,” she promised, “I’ll copy it as many times as you want, I promise.”

“Yes, you will,” Nat informed her. “After lunch, we’ll address the whole incident. First I think we should get some actual food in you. Don’t want you getting in trouble on that three meals a day rule, no do we?” He winked at her as he stood up and went over to the cabinets to pull out some food.

At least he was being somewhat nice about things, Alyssa thought to herself. Although, after lunch was going to be…she wasn’t sure, but she was fairly sure she wasn’t going to like it. It was a quiet lunch, just soup. That was fine, Alyssa loved soup and on really cold days hot soup was one of the best things. The meal ended all to quickly however. Alyssa didn’t want to find out what happened after lunch, she was in trouble, she knew she was in trouble and she didn’t want to know what was about to happen. She sat, silent, as Nat took both of the place settings over to the sink. He didn’t return to sit with her as she had expected. Instead he drew her attention when he said, “Clean the dishes and wash up the kitchen, Alyssa. When you’ve finished come and find me in the living room.”

And the chores have begun, her brain said.

It didn’t take more than twenty minutes to finish the small cleaning job. Again, much sooner than she would have liked, Alyssa found herself walking into the living room to find Nat. He was sitting in one of the larger arm chairs, reading the same mystery novel from earlier that day. He heard her walk in and set down the book. “All done,” he asked. She nodded, nearly trembling from nervousness.

“All right young lady, I’m going to give you the rest of the afternoon to finish what I told you to do this morning. So, by dinner time, I expect there to be 100 copies of this,” he held up the list of rules, “understand?”

Alyssa nodded and then said ‘yes’ realizing he wanted the answer verbalized.

“Good,” Nat said. “After dinner, you’re to sit at the kitchen table and you’re going to write, first a letter of apology for your behavior today, and second, an essay on what you think causes you to behave this way and the best way to prevent it from happening. Ten pages” Alyssa could feel herself pale a bit. Yes she was a good writer, and was known to be able to bullshit papers at the last minute, as in 20 or 30 page papers, but somehow this was different.

“Before you go to bed tonight, we’ll take care of the spanking you earned earlier today, and then everything will be forgiven, tomorrow will be a fresh start.”

“S-s-spanking?” Alyssa managed to ask him.

“That’s correct young lady,” he said leaning over and pulling her chin off of her chest so that she was forced to look into his eyes, to see the disappointment that was there. “I believe I told you this morning that you were to copy the list 100 times or there would be consequences. You wasted your time, showed nothing but attitude and produced 37 barely acceptable copies. That means you’ve earned yourself 63 swats with the hairbrush tonight before bed. That’s assuming that nothing else happens the rest of the day to warrant any further punishment.”

63? Possible further punishment? She was so screwed.

[Often123]

The men who were previously in Alyssa's life were real bastards, from the sound of things. I agree with Nat, no one should be forced to put up with that treatment. He (Nat) sounds like just what she needs; stability, caring, and of course, some discipline. Well done, naughtylilgirl09.