The Continuing Storm: A Nat and Alyssa Story: Part Five

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The Continuing Storm: A Nat and Alyssa Story – Part Five

Nat ascended the stairs, switch in hand, walking towards the larger of bedrooms at the end of the hallway. There was nothing good that could come from this, he had decided. Originally, he had thought having Alyssa create her own punishment was a novel idea. In retrospect, the overwhelming guilt, she always managed to carry around, was too much of an influence on things, and he really should have known that.

Stopping at what had temporarily become ‘Alyssa’s bedroom’, he stuck his head in the open doorway. She was seated on the edge of the bed, changed into pajamas, hands folded on her lap, a very serious look on her face. ‘She looks as if she is being led straight to her death,’ Nat thought to himself. Despite the creak in the floorboards Alyssa didn’t look up to see him standing there. Keeping his voice as quiet and gentle as possible, Nat interrupted her thoughts calling out, “Hey little one.”

She looked up and met his eyes. He expected to see hesitancy or fear within them. Instead he merely saw acceptance. Nodding his head in the direction of the hallway, gesturing for her to come out of the barren room, Nat held out his hand, “let’s go.”

Alyssa had thought she would die, or freeze, or something the minute she saw Nat. Instead, she willingly, almost eagerly, got up and walked over to take his hand. She wanted this to be over with, not just the punishment, the whole event. Just to be able to move forward from it all and not continue the horrible awkward feeling from the last couple days.

Upon entering the master bedroom it was as if she were on automatic, walking, going over to the small love seat, taking off the pajama bottoms, lowering herself across a now quite familiar lap into a position that allowed her to stare at an even more familiar carpet. Lifting her hips to allow for her panties to be removed, her brain wasn’t quite processing the whole thing. It was as if it was happening to some girl that looked like her, and she was watching it. An out of body experience, perhaps. It lasted right up until she felt the first WHAP of Nat’s hand land on her bottom. Then she was right back in her own body, no question about it.

Nat had decided a quick hand spanking was appropriate, just long enough to make sure she heard and understood what he was about to tell her, but that’s it. Nothing drawn out into a monotonous lecture that she would drown out anyway due to the biting sting on her cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, Nat waited a beat, mentally confirming for himself that this was the right plan to take. Raising his arm up, he brought his calloused palm down onto Alyssa’s pale, barren cheek. He could hear her suck in her breath, absorbing the pain, watched the near reverberation of the delicate tush caused from the impact of his hand, the color that had begun to appear. It took a moment for him to snap out of his own thoughts before continuing the hand spanking at a slow, measured pace. Each swat delivered with enough force to convey his displeasure, but not cause anywhere near the level of pain he knew that the switch would.

After dealing out a good five or six smacks to Alyssa’s slightly pinkened cheeks, he then began to speak. Very slowly, clearly and at a volume that would communicate his displeasure with the situation without frightening her, “Alyssa, we both know why you’re about to be punished, I don’t think there is a need to reiterate it for you. Correct?” He observed her head bobbing up and down in the form of a nod. This night, however, he was not going to accept that. Giving the lower part of her bottom a harder smack he asked again, “Correct?”

“Yes,” he heard her cry out and then felt her grasp around his ankle, as she had taken to doing while being spanked.

“Yes what, young lady?” He pushed her, still spanking her now bright pink bottom. Although her head was already near the floor, it was as if she lowered it further, an act of acceptance as she quietly said, “Yes sir.”

“Good girl,” he said with praise, as he gave her bottom a few light pats before starting the actual spanking once again. As he slowly spanked one cheek, then the other, watching them color more and more, Nat began his small lecture, slowly and somewhat quietly. He kept his tone controlled and even as he began, “Alyssa, you and I reached an understanding that while you are staying in my house, you will follow the rules that I set, you will show me respect, you will do as I tell you without numerous arguments and you will accept any punishments for your misdeeds.” Looking down he saw her head bobbing up and down in agreement with his statements. He wavered for a moment. He hadn’t asked her a question therefore he didn’t require a verbal reply. He let it go.

Alyssa held onto the cuff of Nat’s horrible tan pants as if her life depended on it. It was the only way she ever seemed to be able to make it through these spankings and not let her hands fly back. Despite the enormous pain that she was feeling as the assault on her bottom rained on and on, the emotional seemed worse. Yes, she had agreed to follow the rules, and she had totally screwed up. This is what she did, she screwed things up. Every time something good came along she screwed it up, it was the one thing she was really good at.

“Alyssa,” Nat’s voice broke into her mental badgering of herself. She probably should have been paying a bit more attention. “I’m waiting for your answer, young lady?” Nat said to her.

Oh crap, now you’re really in trouble, her brain said to her.

Instead of trying to guess what it was that he had said, Alyssa felt her shoulders sag even more, she hadn’t realized she had even been attempting to hold them up anymore, and she apologized that she hadn’t been listening and could he please repeat what he had asked her.

She expected a hard stinging swat to come next, she had braced herself for it. Instead she felt Nat gently rubbing small circles on her lower back, a soothing gesture. “I know that was very hard for you to do,” he said to her. “I want you to know that I’m very proud of you that you owned up right away, took responsibility for your actions. Very proud, Lyssa.” From the corner of her eye she could see the smile he gave her. He really was proud of her for not doing what she was supposed to be. Technically for taking responsibility for that fact, but it still seemed strange.

She felt his hand lift from her lower back and knew that brief moment was over. Two seconds later the stinging slap came from that horrid hand of his. Come on, she thought to herself, I’m listening now, just tell me what you said. But he didn’t. Nat continued to spank, giving her about twenty more swats before he started to speak. “This time, I had better have your attention young lady!” Alyssa let out a yelp as he emphasized the last word with an even harder swat to her thighs. “Yes sir,” she said, assuring him that she was listening.

Nat gave another, equally hard swat to the other thigh, eliciting another yelp from Alyssa. Then he began to speak again, his lecture seeming to go along with the rhythm of the spanking. “You’re a very intelligent young woman, Alyssa, and as we discussed many times when you were in school, you have the potential to go very far in life. Yet, I find myself saying the same things I was four years ago, scolding you for the same things I did when you were a sophomore. Back at state you and I developed a core set of rules for you to live by, there are five of them, what are they?”

While he wasn’t sure if Alyssa didn’t know he actually wanted an answer, didn’t remember the answer, or was being belligerent and refusing to give the answer, silence filled the room except for the two hard swats on to her cheeks that seemed louder than usual.

“Well?” Nat demanded.

“Learn when to let go,” Alyssa said from somewhere down on the floor, so quietly he could hardly hear her.

“Yes,” Nat said, rewarding the answer with two more swats to the now cherry red bottom. He could feel her gripping his pant leg, harder and harder as the pain intensified.

“Um, a valid excuse doesn’t make it ok,” she cried out this time, sounding nearly as if she hoped by saying it her spanking would end. Silly girl, Nat thought to himself.

“Correct, next?” Nat continued spanking the entire time, not missing a beat.

“Respect people around you and the people in charge,” Alyssa again cried out, this time her voice a bit shrill. This time Nat ceased spanking, he saw her give a sigh of relief. He merely stopped to reach behind the back couch cushion to retrieve a small paddle that was there. The thirty second reprieve wasn’t that much, but most likely it was helpful for Lyssa. Though her shock was evident when the paddle crashed down on her bottom. SWAT! Adding four more with the paddle, Nat then placed it to the side. Placing his hand back on her bottom, so that she would know that the paddle was gone, he said to her “you know these, Alyssa, give me the correct answer.”

Nat had started spanking again, while at a continuous and rhythmic pace, it was not as hard as it had been. It took Alyssa a few minutes to compose herself before she managed to say, “always show respect to yourself, those around you and figures of authority.”

“Better”, Nat said, accepting the version she had said. “Next?”

This time she didn’t even wait before saying “trust those in charge to take the lead”

Nat simply murmured, not commenting on anything. He just waited for the last one, which he knew would be the most difficult for her.

He heard her bite back a sob before she finally managed to say, “channel your energy into something productive.”

The moment the words were out of her mouth Alyssa let out a large sob which caused Nat to pause in spanking and simply look down at her, move his hand to rubbing her lower back while she calmed a bit.

When he could tell they were finally at a place to continue Nat moved his hand back to her bottom and remarked, “well good,” as he began to spank again at a slow, steady pace. “After four years of saying them over and over, I was worried that I was the only one listening.”
You’ve already been punished for the disrespect you showed me during this last little incident. I want you to spend some time thinking, though, about all of the scrapes and trouble you get yourself into. What kind of respect are you giving yourself?”

He anticipated that she was about to answer and immediately cut her off saying, “I don’t want you to answer now. I want you to think about it for a while.”

She quieted down, however, whether it truly was silent or not, Nat was sure that he heard the huff of annoyance.

He landed a few harder swats to the bottom parts of her cheeks, just where they met the thighs, a silent warning to behave. She seemed to get the message. It might have all been through body language and miniscule subliminal signals that only the other could interpret but Nat could tell she had understood and accepted the warning.

“You most certainly did not channel that energy into some productive did you, young lady?”

“No,” Alyssa answered from the ground, her voice wavering more than before.

“No, instead you were destructive and caused potential harm to others, disrespected both of us, and have put any trust between us into question,” Nat continued.

Nat heard the first…he wasn’t sure if it was a sniffle, sob or wail, but it was an emotion come from the floor below. Trust was a big deal to Alyssa, and he knew bringing it up would get a reaction.

“Tell me Alyssa, what is the fourth one? The one we seem to go over and over far too many times,” Nat asked her

There was silence for a moment except for the sound of his hand slapping against her buttock cheeks, a sound that seemed to reverberate throughout the room.

“Always respect and obey the person in charge, trust when earned,” she finally replied between the swats of his hand.

“And who would that be,” Nat questioned, slowing, but not stopping his falling hand.

He heard her sniffle again before quietly saying, “you.”

This was one of a few points Nat wanted to make sure was learned tonight, so he brought his palm down just a bit harder as he said, “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“You,” he heard Alyssa say in a much louder, frustrated tone. “You are the one in charge.”

“That’s right,” his tone quiet, yet firm, he kept an even pace of what was turning into a longer spanking than he had intended. “Now, Alyssa,” he stopped spanking, leaned down so he could see better the look in her eyes, pulled her long hair out of the way which automatically caused her to turn and look at him. “Alyssa, it’s very easy to recite ‘always trust the person in charge’. It’s a very different thing to actually do so. I need to you to answer honestly, little one, do you trust me to take care of you, to steer you in the right direction in life, correct you when you’ve done wrong, decide when something is too much or has gone too far, do you trust me to do that for you?”

He watched her upside down head attempt to nod, however he shook his head and she got his message. She needed to use words, she needed to speak her answer this time. There was, what was most like a quite short pause, though it felt like hours, before Alyssa said in barely a whisper, “yes, Nat, I trust you.”
Nat waited a moment until she was able to bring her eyes to meet his, he saw the sincerity in them which was what he needed.

Nat sat back up and had to take a moment as all the blood came rushing back into his brain….or maybe it was the other way around, he really wasn’t sure. He spanked Alyssa’s now quite red bottom a few more times while asking the questions any good parent would, ensuring that their child knew why they were being punished and that they were aware that they were only doing so because they cared about them. It wouldn’t even occur to him later that the mental procedure he had going through his mind had made Alyssa his daughter with him the parent.

Alyssa lay crying over his lap, embarrassment couldn't even describe what she was feeling. Nat has ceased spanking a few minutes ago and was gently rubbing her lower back, giving her time to calm down. My god, she thought to herself. If I can’t even get through this, how on earth am I supposed to get through a switching, one that I decided was necessary no less.

She felt Nat lightly pat her bottom, which even as light as he did it, still hurt. “All right young lady,” he said, “you know what comes next.”

Oh, did she ever. Or at least a general idea of it. What came next was getting up from Nat’s lap and bending over something else and beginning the second part of this punishment. This punishment that she had decided she had earned. That was what came next. Beyond that….ok, she wasn’t exactly one hundred percent sure.

Just as she started to move to get up, Alyssa felt Nat grasp hold of her to help. He actually did more than help, as he’d taken her arm and pulled the upper part of her body up from where it had been dangling off his knee, so precariously close to the floor. Then placed a hand under each of her arms and lifted her straight off his lap into a standing position in front of him, placing her exactly where he wanted her to be. Immediately her hands started to fly back to rub the pain out of her bottom, however Nat was quicker than she and grabbed them both before they left her sides. A silent shake of his head accompanied by a stern look of disapproval was all it took to communicate the message to her that she was not to be doing that.

Disapproval, disappointment, Alyssa hated to bring about any of those. It took all her willpower and probably some that she magically borrowed from the future, however she kept her arms glued to her sides, occasionally grasping her hands in front of herself to prevent them from flying back. As for Nat, he merely let her be, took his sweet time, Alyssa couldn’t help but notice. When she did stop bouncing up and down on her toes and wringing her hands she turned her attention to him and saw that he was giving her the once over…multiple times. It was as if he were checking, and then checking again, and then again, to see how she was, if she were all right.

He must have reached a point in his mind where the answer was satisfactory as he did that nodding thing, the one where it was more to himself than to anyone else. Then Alyssa just watched as he stood up and led her over to the large bed. It was a familiar set up, she noted. The stacked pillows, which were no doubt for her to bend over, there to elevate her bottom, making it an easier target. How was it again that she found herself in these situations?

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The sensitivity and caring in this part is really moving. I really wonder since she had such difficulty with the hand spanking how she would be able to take the switch at all and how he did not find it necessary to tell her she had redeemed herself by taking responsibility for what she had done and accepting the punishment she has already taken. I guess he had checked her out and she seems okay. Maybe he will let her off with just 10 or 20 strokes. I am really feeling sorry for her at this point.