The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Two

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The Deep Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Two

Nat had just reached the doorway of the living room, exiting on his way upstairs, when he heard Alyssa cry out, “Nat please, I’m sorry, please let me talk to you!” He paused, quickly considering the situation. No, he decided. It wasn’t the right moment. Not yet. Rolling his shoulders, in order to shake off the difficulty of leaving her there, he continued on his way. Refusing to turn around, he walked from the room, heading up the stairs. Just before he went up the first step, he said, over his shoulder, “you already have my answer.”

When he reached the second floor, he could hear her muffled sobs, along with, what sounded like, a body collapsing on the ground. The events of the last few minutes, and those of the entire day, were not lost on him. It took determination to continue down the hall into his room, as his instinct was to turn and go back downstairs. He could hear her, crying down below, the tears no longer muffled.

There was just a level of contrition that she needed to show him, and she hadn’t reached it yet. Not in his mind, at least. This was one instance, where her bursting into tears, would not bring him, immediately, rushing to her side. It pained him not to go to her. He knew that her tears were real. This wasn’t one of her fake crying acts. Her tears and emotions were genuine. Not going to her, holding her, reassuring her during the time when she was upset, as she was at present, it would very hard on her. He hated doing it.

Nat listened carefully, his conscience nagging at him while she cried. Her tears seemed to quiet after ten minutes, yet she didn’t return upstairs. He waited another ten, thinking perhaps she was getting food, or selecting a book. He would have heard the TV. But there was silence. Curiosity getting the better of him, he quietly moved down to the center point of the staircase, where there was a small landing before the stairs changed directions. Though it felt silly, he attempted to hide out on the landing, behind the stairway railings, and spot what Alyssa might be up to. He was a bit limited in view, by trying to be stealth in his attempt, however he glanced around, and saw nothing. From the quick glance, Alyssa was nowhere to be seen. Not in the kitchen, the hallway, the living room, nowhere.

Standing up, he continued down the stairs, to the first floor, and walked around. Though, he knew, that there was no, possible, way, that she had gone outside, he went and checked the front door. The top lock was still in place. There had been no time for her to find something to stand on, in order to unlock the top lock. Not to mention that, he would have heard the air rushing into the house, had the door been opened.

Glancing at the opposite wall he could see that the door to the basement was open and the light was on. It made for a quite logical guess that was where Alyssa had gone to. As quietly as possible, Nat opened the basement door, and went halfway down the stairs. Far enough that he could view what was taking place, but still be hidden from view from those in the basement.

Taking a seat on the stairs, he settled in, ready to watch whatever drama Alyssa had cooked up. What on earth was she doing? She had her mouth pried open, and was trying to scrub the inside of it, with something. At the same time, she sounded like she was going to throw up. After a moment, though, she seemed satisfied, and announced, “ten minutes” before sticking something in her mouth.

When she turned, not noticing she had an audience, on the stairs, Nat was able to figure out, that it was a bar of soap. She was washing out her mouth. He felt a smile, playing at the corners of his mouth. This was one of those, ‘only Alyssa’ moments. They both appeared to be watching the clock, as ten minutes moved slowly by.

Nat watched, as she waited, until it was, a little bit more than, one second past, ten minutes. Then she went, and removed the soap, rinsed her mouth out, with a small amount of water, and then moved back, towards the center of the room, making things much easier to see.

“Ok,” he heard, her say. “I can do this, I deserve this. I have to do this. It can’t be that difficult.” Frowning, for a moment, Nat just waited, to see what it was that she was talking about. The moment, she lowered her pajama bottoms and panties to her knees, and bent over the arm of the couch, it was quite easy to figure out. He saw her reach back, holding the wooden spatula that he had used earlier.

There was a pause, and then it was like watching a comedy, as she attempted to swing the wooden item, and make it land on her bottom, at the same time, making herself stay in place, and make it land, with enough force to cause somewhat of a sting.

She wasn’t having that much luck, and Nat could tell she was getting upset over it. As she berated herself, and continued the attempt to spank herself, he got up, and quietly moved down the rest of the stairs, into the basement, and walked over to her. He had watched her attempt enough times, to see the pattern, she had developed. She would hold the spatula in one position, for about thirty seconds, before attempting to use it, to swat her bottom. When she returned the spatula to that upright position, again, Nat, loosely, put his hand around it, and waited.

About twenty seconds later, when she attempted to swing in down, onto her bottom, Alyssa found, it went nowhere. ‘What the hell?’ she wondered. Something was wrong. She started to stand up, but felt something holding her down. Not something really, more like, a feeling she was familiar with. Nat’s hand was on her back, holding her in place. “Perhaps you’d like some assistance with this?” he asked, she could hear the humor in his voice.

“Yes, please, sir,” she stammered out, feeling like a fool.

“All right, then,” she heard Nat say, now realizing, he had been standing, right above her, for, at least, a minute. “Let go of the spatula, Alyssa, and cross your arms across your chest.” She did as she was told, as quickly as possible.

“Before we begin, why don’t you tell me, exactly, what you’re doing down here?” Nat asked her.

“I tried to talk to you earlier,” she told him, already crying. As she sobbed into her arms, she continued “to apologize, and take responsibility, and all that stuff, so that you would punish me for the way I acted, but you wouldn’t talk to me, so I was trying to punish myself.”

“I see,” she heard Nat say, and could practically see his eyebrows going up. At the same time, she felt the cool wood, of the spatula, touch against her bottom cheeks; just touch, that was it. “So, does this mean that you’re ready to begin following the rules, of this house, again?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, meekly.

“Yes, sir, what?” Nat replied, his voice hard.

“Yes, sir, I-I’m ready to start following the rules of your house, again,” she managed to say, without bursting into another round of tears.

“And, what is going to happen, because of today,” Nat asked her.

“You-you’re going to punish me,” she responded, growing nervous.

“Yes,” Nat said. “More specific, please.”

“Y-you’re going to spank me,” she replied, but knew that it came out more as a question than a statement. He’d never made her go through this many motions, this much explanation before. Not like this.

“That’s right,” Nat replied, lifting the spatula up, but then, just putting it back down, to rest on her bottom. “Yes, that’s quite right, I’m going to spank you. Before I begin, are you ready, to explain your behavior, to me, yet?”

Alyssa remained silent, praying that he wouldn’t demand she do so. She knew her silence would answer the question, and was crossing her fingers, mentally, that Nat would let it go with that.

“But, you do know, that before the end of the evening I will have your explanation, young lady?!” Nat stated, his voice going up a notch in volume.

She jumped at the increase in volume, he was yelling. She hated when he yelled. She quickly said, “Yes, sir, you will."

“Well, I’m glad to hear that. Now, by my count, you missed two meals today. I think twenty per meal, plus an extra ten, to be sure that this lesson is not forgotten, should do the trick. That would be a total of fifty, with this spatula. What do you think, Alyssa?”

She knew that was a rhetorical question, but also knew it was best to answer. Forcing herself she nodded her head up and down, despite the fact that it was buried in a pillow. Her brain kicked in, reminding her that she was supposed to answer verbally, and she turned her head to the side and said, “yes, sir.”

“Well, then,” she heard Nat say, glad that his voice was no longer yelling. “As soon as you ask me for your punishment, we’ll get started.”

“A-a-as-sk?” Alyssa stammered. What did he mean? He hadn’t made her ask for her punishment before. Well, not true. He had made her ask for the last ten swats of a paddle, or something like that. But the whole thing?

“Yes, Alyssa,” Nat’s voice felt like it was pounding down, from above her. “Ask. You’re claiming that you are ready to begin following the rules again. I’ve told you that along with rules, there is accountability and consequences, punishment. If you are sincere in saying that you are ready to behave and follow my rules, you will show me by requesting this punishment.”

Alyssa felt her brain begin to move faster than even she thought was possible. What was she supposed to say? Was there a certain etiquette when asking someone to punish you? She didn’t know how to do this, but she wasn’t sure she could ask Nat to help her.

She saw Nat put the wooden spatula, in front of her, on the worn couch. “As I expected, your words lack sincerity,” he said, and she could hear him turn, and begin to leave.

“No, please, Nat, sir, wait,” she cried out, not leaving the bent over position, tears already streaming down her face. She sounded like a total idiot, and she knew it, but he had stopped walking. Since he remained silent, Alyssa forced herself to continue, still not moving from the position that had her bent over the arm of the sofa. “Please, I want t-to show you that I’m sincere, I-I-I just don’t know how, I don’t know what it is, am I just supposed to say ‘will you please punish me?’ or, I don’t know how I’m supposed to do what you’ve asked.”

There was another pause, leaving the room completely silent, except for the sound of her crying. Then Alyssa heard Nat’s footsteps again. It took her a minute to register what direction they were moving, but her heart soared, when she realized that he was walking back towards her.
“All right,” he said, placing his hand on her back, and picking the spatula back up. “You are going to ask me for your punishment, Alyssa.”

“All right,” Nat said, as he grabbed the wooden spatula from where he had dropped it. Putting his left hand on her back, he continued, “you are going to ask me for your punishment, Alyssa.” Knowing her as he did, he anticipated, that she would attempt, to interject, that she didn’t know what he meant. He had been rubbing a small circle on her lower back, when he finished the sentence, he stopped and gave a swift swat. Nothing hard or severe, he didn’t remove his entire hand, first, before administering the quick tap.

When he had stopped the circling motion, he had merely raised his palm up, his wrist still resting on her back, and then brought his palm back down, a quick swift tap. It had the intended effect, as Alyssa got the message, that he had more to say.

“I want you to pay attention,” he said, going back to rubbing a small circle, on her lower back. Despite the fact that he was angry with her, for what had transpired throughout the day, he was also concerned about her as well. The behavior wasn’t like her, just like the unwillingness to talk to him was very uncharacteristic. He was well aware that she was crying, had been for a while. The small act of rubbing that small circle, he hoped, would help calm her just a bit.

“I’m going to explain how you ask for your punishment, what it entails,” Nat continued. “And should I require you to do so, in the future, I expect that you will, not only, know how to, but do so, without incident.”

He paused, waiting to hear from Alyssa. She remained silent. Taking the spatula in his right hand, he landed two brisk smacks to the back of her thighs. There was not a doubt that they hurt, she cried out in pain. “Alyssa,” he barked out her name.

“What?” she replied, tears falling again.

“Do you understand, am I one hundred percent clear?” Nat snapped at her, knowing the tone he was using was going to upset her, and cause her to close up emotionally, but his patience was growing thin.

“Yes, sir,” she replied quietly. There was something about the way that she replied that struck him. Most people would have moved past it, probably happy that they didn’t have to deal with yet another argument. Nat knew Alyssa, and there was just something about the way that she had spoken, he couldn’t put his finger on it.

After a few moments of thought, still coming up with nothing, Nat knew he had to move forward. “Very well, then,” he announced. “When I say that you need to ask me for your punishment, it means, you are going to tell me, what you have done, to merit the punishment, take responsibility and apologize if necessary. You need to acknowledge, to either myself or whomever is providing you discipline, that you have acted like a naughty child, and should be punished, as such. You will confess to the action was that has led to you needing to be punished, and admit/accept responsibility, as well as state why you regret doing it, and why it was the wrong thing to do. Last, you are going to ask that the person punish you, for your actions, and you will provide, specific, details, about the punishment, that you are to be given.”

He waited a beat, and then said, “Now, Alyssa, you need to ask me for your punishment, before I can begin.”

There was silence for a moment, then she heard Nat say, “Now, Alyssa, you need to ask me for your punishment before I can begin.”

Alyssa felt the tears rolling down her face, they were, actually, heavier than before, but she was forcing herself, to keep them quiet. When Nat had smacked her thighs, not upper thighs either, it was her mid thighs, with that thing, it had hurt, so badly. So, so badly. And it was because she hadn’t provided a verbal answer, to a question, that he hadn’t asked.

While there was a small part of her, that wanted to bring to his attention, the fact that she hadn’t said anything, because he hadn’t asked anything, she decided not to. She wasn’t going to keep her mouth shut, forever. But, when she thought about it, compared to everything that she had done today, the two swats were nothing, compared to the spanking she deserved.

No, Alyssa thought, once they were back on…a normal routine, whatever that was, she’d mention it. Most likely Nat would be more receptive to the information then.

“I…Nat, uh, sir, I did not eat lunch or dinner today. I didn’t eat the meals that you prepared for lunch and dinner, and I didn’t look for any type of alternative to eat, even though you had given me permission to do so. I skipped two meals and that very much breaks the rule about eating three meals a day.” Alyssa paused for a moment. She had to quickly remove her one hand from her shoulder to wipe away her tears and make some very gross disgusting snorting noises to prevent things from coming out of her nose, because of how much she was crying. She truly felt horrible. She had felt bad prior to Nat coming down to the basement. Then she just felt embarrassed, since he saw her trying to punish herself. But now, admitting to…well, not even everything, just the not eating part, she felt horrible.

“And I shouldn’t have broken that rule, because I know that, you, Nat, uh sir, put that there, for my health. And I’m very, very sorry. You are kind enough to make the food, for every meal, and I was mean, and awful to you, when I basically said that what you made was gross, and I didn’t want it. I acted like a spoiled, naughty little girl, dean, I mean Nat, I mean uh sir.” Alyssa stumbled.

Alyssa was crying throughout the entire time she spoke. Crying, and mentally berating herself. “I acted like a spoiled little girl, dean, I mean Nat, I mean, uh, sir.” She managed to get out, before pausing, to take a breath. Nat couldn’t help smiling. He may be harsh with her sometimes, and he did admit, he sometimes forgot that she was a young woman in her twenties, but more importantly, she was a young woman in her twenties that had only experienced accountability and punishment for the first time, about three weeks ago. When it came down to it, if left unaddressed, Alyssa would punish herself, ten times more and twenty times worse, than he ever would. It had taken him a while, to realize that about her, when she was a student.

He heard her take in a deep breath, which told him that she was about to begin speaking again. “Because I acted that way, I should be punished like a naughty child would be. So, Nat, uh, Sir, uh, would you please punish me for breaking the rule about eating three meals a day, by spanking me?”

So close, Nat thought to himself, as he got up from the coffee table, where he had taken a seat. She had gotten so close, to getting the whole thing right. In other situations, he probably would have made her do it over again. But it didn’t seem appropriate, for this moment. Walking the two steps it took, to get back over to her, he placed his hand on her back, and paused for a second, letting her adjust, to him, standing, right next to her. “Yes, Alyssa, I will do that for you. You need to provide me with a few, more, specifics, first, though. For instance, what do you need to be spanked with? My hand? The hairbrush? Ruler? Spoon? Spatula? I have a cane upstairs that needs to be used.”

She understood what she missed, and replied, “with the spatula, for-”

Nat cut her off. “The spatula. Well, I think that is possible. So you’re asking me to spank you with the spatula. On your thighs? Your fanny? Your palms? I’ve heard that a spanking on the soles of a persons’ feet tends to leave a lasting impression.”

“On my bottom, sir,” Alyssa responded, quietly. Just from her tone, Nat could tell, she realized, this was going to play out, his way, which would be, long and drawn out.

“On your bottom! All right, so you are asking me to spank you, with the spatula, on your bottom,” Nat continued. Taking hold of her arm, he gave a very small, very gentle tug, letting her know, that he wanted her on her feet. It was like a sign between them: that tug. She started to stand up, and he assisted her in doing so.

“We’re not finished with this,” he told her, while taking a hold of both her hands and re-positioning her arms, so that they were no longer across her chest, with each hand gripping her shoulders. Instead, he guided her arms up into the air, put her hands together, she knew to interlace her fingers, and brought them down, pressing the joined hands against the back of her head. Keeping his hand firmly on the back of her head, Nat walked her over to the farthest corner of the room. When they were about four feet away, Alyssa started to resist. “Nat, please,” she cried out, looking up at him. “Spiders, there are spiders, please, anywhere else.”

To be honest, he wasn’t sure, exactly what did it. What it was, that made him give in. It wasn’t the tone of her voice. He knew, as well as everyone else, that Alyssa could fake any tone she wanted, should the need arise. He had been aware that she was afraid of spiders, but hadn’t thought, until she said something, about there being any, in that part of the basement. Ultimately, it was when she looked up at him, the look in her eyes of fear. It wasn’t fear of him, or her upcoming punishment. It was fear of that corner, and what spiders might be there.

Glancing down at her, he noticed she was shaking, a bit. She truly was afraid of spiders. He put his arm around her shoulders, turned and guided her away from that corner. He could feel her breathing begin to even out, the further they went from the corner. Glancing around, at all the walls, Nat realized that there was most likely spiders crawling in every corner.

He was concerned that she was shaking with fear. With his arm around her shoulders, he squeezed her close for a moment, hoping that would give her some comfort, as he continued guiding her back to the center of the room. He picked up one of the wooden barstools, on the way, and set it down next to the couch, turning it to face the back wall.

Before Alyssa even a second to comment, Nat had taken hold of her hips and lifted her up, placing her on the very hard, wooden seat, of the bar stool. “I think this will serve as an adequate time out for now,” Nat said to her.

“I think this will serve as an adequate time out for now,” Nat said, and though it may have sounded like a question, to others, Alyssa was very aware that it was not. “I will be upstairs for about five minutes,” Nat said quietly. “During that time you are to sit here, and think about today. Today, and everything that has transpired. When I get back down here, we are going to complete this lesson on how to properly ask for one’s punishment. Then, you will receive said punishment, for skipping two meals today. You know better than to do that, Lyssa. And, neither of us is going to sleep, until you have explained, to my satisfaction, what exactly happened today. Make no mistake, if any incentive or additional punishment is necessary, that will happen as well. Understand?”

Alyssa knew that she was crying, she could feel her tears start to fall. “Yes, sir,” she replied, hoping that he wouldn’t make her look at him.

“You’d do better to save those, for during or after your bottom is one fire,” Nat told her. Then, without another word, he turned and walked over to the stairs, quickly ascended them and disappeared up onto the first floor.

He was acting like she’d never seen him act before. Though, Alyssa reasoned, he, probably, thought the same thing about her. Today was out of character, for her. Okay, she admitted it, she royally messed up. Now, if she could just admit it, aloud, things would be good.

Five minutes later, Nat re-entered the basement, this time, with a number of items that he kept concealed from view. “All right, young lady,” he said to Alyssa. “I hope you had adequate time to think over some things.” Taking hold of her, he assisted her off the high chair, down to the floor, so she was standing. He gave her a moment, letting her catch her breath, get her balance.

Then, Nat walked her back over to the sofa, this time to the back of it, and gave her a gentle push, having her bend over. Alyssa did so. Because of how short she was, she wasn’t able to bend over, and be in the position, that Nat wanted her in. He took hold of her hips, and lifted her just a bit, moving her forward, so that her legs were dangling off the floor, but her bottom was now a perfect target, with the skin stretched taught.

“All right, Alyssa,” Nat said, “Where were we in this. Oh yes, you asked to be spanked, on your bottom, with a spatula.” Reaching for the items that he had brought down, he took five specific ones, and placed them into her view. “Which spatula did you mean?” While the wooden spatula was already there, Nat had added a hard solid plastic one, one made with silicone, a plastic one that had holes in it, and an additional one made of wood, this one had rectangular holes in it as well.

Before she had a chance to reply, Nat continued. “You know what, we’ll come back to that in a moment. How many times should I spank this naughty bottom?” he gave her tush a few not-so-light pats.

“Fifty, sir,” Alyssa responded.

“Fifty,” Nat replied. “Is that so?”

“Yes?” Alyssa replied, though she didn’t sound nearly as certain.

“Where did you get that from?” Nat asked her.

“You had said fifty,” she told him.

“So if you knew that was to be part of the punishment, why didn’t you include the information, when you asked me to punish you? I told you that you needed to provide details. Because you didn’t do so, because you failed to include the fact that the previously determined number was fifty, we’re no longer going to use it.” Nat gave a few harder slaps to her fanny with his hand, he could see her wince. “No, we have changed from fifty to until I believe you have been adequately punished. And, what about this little, tush here?” Nat gave it another smack.

“This naughty bottom that is going to accept a punishment, befitting for a child. Will you have your sweat pants on? Your panties? Should I pull the back of your panties between your cheeks, as I’ve done before? Since this is a punishment for a child, should you be in a diaper? Should I put baby lotion on your bottom, before the punishment begins? Over your pjs? On your bare bottom? Tell me, Alyssa, there are so many options here.”

“On my bare bottom, sir,” Alyssa said, so quiet, he could hardly hear her.

“On your bare bottom,” Nat exclaimed. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Last, which of the many spatulas did you mean? Because you chose not to be specific, we’ll need to test them all out on your bottom, to see which has the greatest effect. Hand me the first one.”

He watched Alyssa grit her teeth, but she reached down, and handed him the first one, the wooden spatula, that had been in the basement with her. With one hand on her back, Nat raised the wooden item up in the air, and brought it down onto the center of her bottom five times, not pausing between strokes. Alyssa jumped a bit, and cried out at the pain, but that was all. Nat placed the item to the side.

“Next,” he said to Alyssa. Slowly, she reached down, and picked up one of the plastic items.

Again, Nat raised it up and delivered five quick, painful, swats to her bottom. This continued until they had gone through each item. “Alyssa,” Nat said, “I think we’ll be using the bamboo slotted spatula.” He placed it back in front of her. “Now, try the last part again.”

He heard her sniffle from the crying, and had to steel himself against it. “Nat will you please spank me on my bare bottom, using the bamboo slotted spatula for, until you believe I’ve learned my lesson?” Once she finished the sentence, the tears that she had been struggling to hold back, came out, only for a second, before Alyssa quieted them again.