The Thaw Onto the Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Pt Twelve

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The Thaw onto the Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Twelve

Nat saw her posture stiffen up the moment the paddle was placed against her bottom. “I’m going to give you a choice, Alyssa, and this is one of the few times that you’ll be provided one. So I suggest that you listen carefully.” He could tell that he had her attention.

“I will either give you one stroke with this paddle for each percent of each class that participation was worth. That would add up to forty. Or, I will give you the option of five per class, which will be a total of twenty. However, if you choose the second option, you will be writing letters of apology to each professor from that first semester for your lack of participation, focus and disrespect. You don’t need to speak of the corporal punishment, but you do need to apologize. The letters will need to be done by later this week, at which point you can read them to me. Depending on your attitude either standing up or over my knee. What’s it going to be?”

Nat silently willed her to pick the second choice. He had a feeling, though, that she was going to go with the first one. Both because it appeared to be the more regimented of punishments, and because she had far too much pride to write and apologize. “The first one,” he heard her say quietly. He let out a breath that he hadn’t even been aware he had been holding.

“All right, then,” he said, mentally preparing himself for this. Stepping back from where he was just a bit, he placed the paddle on her bottom once again. “We’ll take care of those first ten here and the rest with you over the back of the sofa. Move out of position or put those hands back in anyway, Alyssa, and we’ll start from the beginning. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” he heard her say very quietly.

“Good,” Nat drew the paddle up off her bottom and into the air, taking aim. “You don’t have to count Alyssa,” he said to her, before bringing it sailing through the air and cracking down onto her bottom.

It wasn’t what she had been expecting, that was for sure. Nat could tell by her reaction. She howled in pain just at that first stroke. He watched as her hands moved off the wall, but they clasped her knees, helping her keep her balance for a moment before going straight back up onto the wall. That, he decided, was okay. He had seen the shock of the pain echoed on her face. She hadn’t been prepared for it, hadn’t expected it or braced herself for it. Thus it had nearly sent her falling forward. The quick slip with the hands, he wouldn’t fault her for it.

Not intending to draw this out, the moment he saw her hands placed firmly back on the wall, he placed the paddle back onto her bottom. He waited one second, giving Alyssa just that one second to process the next one was about to happen. Then he, again, raised it up in the air, nearly to his shoulder, took aim, and brought it sailing down onto her bottom. This time he heard a mixture of something between a howl and a shriek. But, she didn’t move from where she was. They made it through the ten with Alyssa managing to keep her hands on that wall, and not stand up or move out of that position in anyway.

Nat was thankful that they reached ten, it was more than time to move her. It would be easier for her to have something supporting her body, to bend over the back of the couch. She wouldn’t be concentrating on keeping her balance, and not flying head first into the wall. Her full concentration would be on why she was receiving the burning, stinging swats that Nat knew came from that paddle. Like his brothers’ he’d felt it many times when visiting his godfather, who had a good deal of practice at swinging that paddle. Memories of being ordered to bend over and grasp his ankles, while the paddle flew through the air with merciless strength passed through his mind. Nat quickly shook them away, forcing himself to concentrate on the present moment. Yes, having her bend over the back of the couch was a much better plan. It would just be easier, he told himself. For her. Taking hold of her arm he guided her towards the back of the couch.

“I’ll write the letters,” she said pleadingly. Shaking his head grimly, he silently told her no. Situating her so that she was standing in front of the back of the couch, he gestured with the paddle and Alyssa knew what she was supposed to do. Hesitatingly, she bent over the high back, having to stand on her tip toes in order to do so, and grabbed hold of a pillow, putting both her arms around it and holding as tight as she could. Nat closed his eyes for a moment, again pushing the memories of his summer stays at his godfathers school out of his mind. Upon opening them, he looked down and was brought back to present time, where the paddle was in his hand. Alyssa bending over the back of the couch. Yes, it would be easier for her to do so….and for him. This way he wouldn’t have to watch the pain echo on her face every time the paddle landed.

“You made your choice, Alyssa,” Nat said to her after a few more seconds of silence. While speaking, he lined the paddle up with her bottom. Then, once again, he raised it up in the air and brought it sailing down, the whistling noise of the air going through the holes in the paddle having a chilling effect on them both.

After the fifth stroke landed, making a grand total of fifteen, Alyssa screamed, “Please!!!!!!” Her voice was so loud, so shrill and so desperate that it caused Nat to pause. He had heard her scream, yell and beg and plead before. But this sounded different. Just something about the tone.

“All right, Alyssa,” he said after a moment. The moment he started speaking she worked to quiet herself, he noted. Placing the paddle on her bottom again, he continued, “in situations when you are lucky enough to have any choice at all in your punishment, typically, whatever you choose will be the final decision.” Raising the paddle up, he brought it sailing down once again, eliciting another scream of pain from Alyssa and a fresh set of tears.

She had them under control rather quickly, he noted. It was obvious she wanted to hear what he had to say. “This one time, because I believe you show true contrition and there isn’t any question as to whether this lesson is getting through to you, I will allow you to change your selection to the other option.”

She burst into tears. It took Nat a moment to realize she was sobbing tears of happiness. Clearing his throat he continued, “you will write the letters, young lady, and if at any time I believe perhaps the lesson wasn’t learned, or you are not showing the contrition that you are at this moment, we’ll be right back here finishing the remaining part of this.”

He didn’t ask her if she understood. Instead he again, raised the paddle up off her bottom and brought it sailing through the air, this time connecting more with the under curve of her bottom cheeks and upper part of her thighs. Alyssa shrieked at this. While she was still clutching the pillow for dear life, her legs kicked up and she nearly flew over the couch. Nat caught her, held her in place, making a scolding noise, “none of that young lady. I expect you to behave throughout the rest of this.”

He watched as the upper part of her body began to lose the stiffness he typically saw, a sign that she was truly learning the lesson needed. His thoughts were in turmoil as he debated the true importance of consistency and consequences in situations such as this. Alyssa had been warned about moving out of position during the spanking. Of course that had been while she was standing on her feet, bent over with her hands on the wall. Still, the warning still rang true, and practically kicking herself over the couch pretty much constituted getting out of any type of position.

As gently as he possibly could, without losing the stern demeanor that he needed, Nat said, “what did I say about moving out of position, young lady?”

Nat’s voice sounded like it was a million miles away, yet somehow, through her tears, Alyssa managed to hear him say, “what did I say about moving out of position, young lady?” The question made her start to cry with renewed vigor. He had said that he’d start over, that’s what he had said. She didn’t want to say it, she didn’t want to think it. The mere thought of it had her tears coming so hard, so fast that she started to choke on them.

“Alyssa!” she heard Nat’s tone become a bit sharper meaning she had no choice but to answer him.

“Please,” she begged him. “Please don’t start over, I can’t- I can’t- take it.”

There was silence, except for her tears, for a moment as Nat contemplated what to do. As much as she didn’t want him to begin again, he didn’t want to either. “All right, young lady,” he finally said, “again, only due to the fact that I believe you are showing true contrition, and I believe you are truly learning a lesson from this, we will not start over.”

“Thank you,” he heard Alyssa say though her tears.

“I wouldn’t be so fast to celebrate,” Nat said. “While we may not be going back to the beginning, we are going to start at 10. So I suggest you keep control of yourself and remain in position for the rest of the spanking. If it happens again we start at the beginning.”

He didn’t bother asking her if she understood, he knew she did. Instead, he lined the paddle up with her bottom, raised it up so that it was just above his shoulder height and brought it swinging down. The whistling of the air through the holes in the paddle and the then loud cracking noise it made onto her bottom cheeks was bone chilling. WHOOSH, CRACK! Alyssa let out a shriek the moment the thick wood connected with her already well punished cheeks.

While before Nat had given her a minute or two to get herself together, this time he simply placed the paddle back onto her bottom and drew it back again. WHOOSH, CRACK!
‘Twelve’ he thought to himself, trying to block out the sounds of her screams as he lined up the paddle again. WHOOSH, CRACK! WHOOSH, CRACK! WHOOSH, CRACK!

He delivered the next three in as quick succession as possible, not giving Alyssa any time to comprehend that there was even a difference between the strokes. Perhaps that was better for her, though he was pretty sure that it didn’t help the pain much. They had gotten to fifteen. Five more to go. Just five more. Not that it mean that the list of punishments was done. No there were still a few more. But it was closer to being over.

Nat waited until her sobs had pretty much quieted. He didn’t help calm her, which pained him. But it wasn’t yet appropriate for him to do so. “All right, Alyssa,” he said, “five left to go. For each one you’re going to tell me what behavior it was that merits the stroke, and after it’s given you’re going to tell me how you’re going to behave in the future. Understand?”

Though it was tearful, she replied, “yes, sir.” After a minute, when she hadn’t said anything, she felt the paddle tap against her bottom. “Um,” she began, “I deserve…I’m sorry, I don’t exactly know how to say it, Nat.”

“That’s all right, Alyssa,” he replied. “Repeat after me: I was disrespectful and rude to my professors and classmates.”

“I, I was disrespectful and rude to my professors and classmates,” Alyssa said. Almost right after the words were out of her mouth, she first heard the air rushing through the holes in the paddle and then she felt the paid. WHOOSH, CRACK!

“I will be respectful to professors and participate fully in class,” Nat intoned.

“I, I, wiilll be respectful to professors and par-participate fully in class,” Alyssa managed to say, still crying.

Thirty seconds later she felt Nat tap her bottom with the paddle. “I-I-I was dis-dis respectful and rude to my professors and classmates,” she said. WHOOSH, CRACK! “I….I will be respectful to professors and participate….participate fully in class.”

Again, it was about thirty seconds and then she felt the paddle tap her bottom. She couldn’t seem to speak though. “Alyssa,” Nat said sternly, “I can start adding strokes if necessary.” The paddle tapped her bottom again, she knew it was a warning. She couldn’t get herself to say what she was supposed to. Another minute went by. “Alyssa,” Nat’s voice was wary and it communicated a very clear warning.

“I-I-I was dis-dis respectful and rude to my professors and classmates,” she managed to say. WHOOSH, CRACK! WHOOSH, CRACK! “I….I will be respectful to professors and participate….participate fully in class.”

“That would be eighteen,” Nat told her, “two more to go.” She wanted so badly to argue with him since he had just landed two very hard smacks on her bottom. But also knew one of them was probably because she hadn’t heeded his warning.

“I-I-I was dis-dis respectful and rude to my professors and classmates,” Alyssa made herself say, now just wanting to finish this. WHOOSH, CRACK! “I….I will be respectful to professors and participate….participate fully in class.”

Okay brain, she thought to herself, last one, focus on that. Try to block out the pain….like that was possible, and remember this is the last one. “I was dis respectful and rude to my professors and classmates,” she said. WHOOSH, CRACK! “I will be respectful to professors and participate fully in class.” Once the words were out she collapsed into the couch, sobbing so hard she couldn’t see straight.

At that moment she wasn’t sure who she hated more: herself for asking Nat to do this, or Nat for actually doing it.

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Hi everyone, I have a few more pieces of this story written, nearly close to the end. But I would LOVE some feedback from y'all about what you think. It will really help me with the ending, what I do next with the characters, etc. Please post some comments for this one and the other ones. Especially if there were things, in a certain part, that didn't make sense. Please post a comment on that part so I know. Thanks and Happy New Year - nlg09