The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Ten

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The Deep Freeze Part Ten
An Alyssa and Nat Story

“I know you’re sorry, Alyssa. But my mind is already made up about this,” she heard Nat say, as her tears fell harder and harder. Biting her lip, she managed to quickly nod her confirmation for him, before being fully enveloped in her tears. There was a pause, she always noticed the pauses, even when she was crying. Any extended period of time when nothing was said, she noticed. Normally, she found them to be awkward and they made her nervous.

When she was crying, however, Alyssa was grateful for those pauses. She knew that Nat deliberately paused, giving her time to process things. Through her haze of tears, Alyssa heard Nat speak, softly, “There are two things left. The first act of disobedience and the lying. I know you’ve been curious about why I didn’t include that first act, when I punished you for the others.”

Yes, she had been wondering that. After all, it seemed like common sense. When you had multiple things to do, you started with one and worked your way through them. Ergo, if you had a list of things to be punished for, you started with the first and went from there. But she’d held her tongue, as she was fairly sure Nat wasn’t particularly interested in her thoughts on what was common sense.

She wouldn’t have had a chance to talk, anyway. Right off, he started lecturing. “What you did, that first time, was a blatant, outright act, of disobedience,” Nat said, looking directly into her eyes. She, nearly, flinched, as he said ‘blatant’ and ‘outright’. For all she knew, she could have, but she was pretty sure she hadn’t. He sounded so disappointed.

“You knew exactly what your choices were,” he continued, “you knew exactly what the rules were, and you chose to disobey, and to cover it up by lying.” Alyssa really wanted to argue, to say something to defend herself, to say anything. But she couldn’t come up with anything, not at that moment, at least.

He was just too right. Man, it killed her to admit that. Even if it wasn’t out loud. Alyssa had enough trouble admitting it when Nat was right. Admitting that he was too right, well, that just wouldn’t happen. At least, she was pretty sure it wouldn’t. Particularly since she was choosing the best possible action at the moment, to remain silent.

“And,” Nat continued. He seemed to pause, and she knew it was one of those ‘Alyssa do I actually have your attention?’ pauses. Which was probably a good thing, since her mind was racing with thoughts at that moment.

And?! Her mind questioned, going over every single event that had happened since he’d known her, in double speed, trying to figure out what else she could have done. There is more? I already feel horrible, can’t he just stop? Apparently not.

“If I hadn’t caught you,” she felt him take hold of her chin, interrupting her thoughts and pulling her back to the present. He had turned her head, so that she was looking directly into his eyes. She hated doing that. What was it he had just said? Oh yes, he said ‘If I hadn’t caught you,’ what was the rest of the sentence?

She could see the disappointment in his eyes. Just that made her feel awful, worse than any spanking. Finally, he continued, “If I hadn’t noticed what you were drinking, I’m fairly certain you would not have come to me, and told me what you had done.”

Alyssa couldn’t help herself, she nodded miserably. He was right.

“Exactly,” Nat said, this time his ‘know-it-all’ tone didn’t even grate on her nerves. “So, as I said, this punishment is going to be different than the others, I’m quite certain you’ll see it as being harsher or ‘meaner’. However, you purposely lying to me, that is one of the absolute worst things you can do, in my book. I view that as an action more severe than the others we’ve been addressing today.”

Wait a minute, Alyssa thought to herself, can’t I apologize? Can’t I say anything? He has to know I’m sorry. She opened her mouth, but he shook his head, silencing her. “I know you’re sorry, Alyssa. But my mind is already made up, about this.” What was he, a psychic?

Ugh, he seemed so sure. Well, that didn’t mean much, he was always sure. But so, so, disappointed, and so angry. It wasn’t the time to try and change his mind. This one, it was better just to give in. So, she did the only thing she could think of. Alyssa clasped her hands in front of her and looked down at her lap.

A few seconds later, when she managed to raise her head up to look at him, she managed a small nod, hoping it would show that she was accepting her punishment, like a good girl would. She would show him that she could behave. He seemed satisfied, maybe even a little proud with how she’d handled things.

“Good girl,” he said to her, giving her a quick kiss on the top of her head. As he lifted her back up in the air, he announced, “let’s get you back over my knee and finish this.” Then, just as quickly as before, he flipped her over, and had her across his lap. This time she was staring at the carpet, positioned so that neither her feet, nor her hands could quite reach the floor.

It was a good thing she’d, not mastered, but drastically improved at holding her tongue, Alyssa thought to herself, because she nearly said, quite sarcastically, ‘no, really? I thought you were flipping me up in the air just for kicks.’ A response to Nat’s explanation of putting her back over his knee, one that he would not have appreciated and, no doubt, would have punished.

Once he had draped over his lap, he continuously repositioned her about twelve times until she seemed to be exactly where he wanted her. She felt him take hold of the elastic waist band of her panties, quickly tugging them down, all the way to her knees this time. That was different. It was not the main thing that shocked her, though. It was when, instead of feeling him place his hand on her bottom, she felt the cool wood of the spatula.

It seemed like he was about to begin, but then he paused. Maybe he changed his mind, Alyssa thought to herself. Maybe he’ll just use his hand?

Nat was about to begin spanking, but then changed his mind. Pausing, he dropped his right leg, swung it out from underneath her body before effectively clamping it down on top of her legs, securing them from flying up into the air.

He had one arm wrapped around her waist, and he tightened his hold, pulling her in closer. He raised the spatula up in the air, reminding himself of what the situation was, what he punishing her for, and that while he might have opted for lighter swats for the others, this was not the time to do so. His mind set, he brought the small punishing piece of wood sailing down onto her bottom. The whistling noise “WHOOOSH”, and then ‘SPLAT!’ sound, seemed eerily loud, and echoed throughout the room.

It took a few seconds to register before Alyssa cried out in pain. Nat had raised the spatula up again, by that point, and already had it sailing back down.
WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “Argh, Nat please!” Alyssa cried out.

Pausing for a moment, he adjust her on his lap, making sure that he had a secure hold on her. “Please, what? Alyssa,” he said, matter-of-factly. “You knew that you were going to be punished for these last items.” He raised the spatula up and brought it down fast.

WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “You knew exactly what you were to be punished for since the moment you walked in the living room,” Nat continued. WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “In fact, I’d wager that you were aware before that.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“Either right after you lied right to my face” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “as you were in the middle of doing so,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “or before you even did it.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“You’re a very smart individual, Alyssa,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “more so than you like to let on.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“As I’ve told you many times,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “your best qualities are in many cases also your worst” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “to be more specific, your curiosity, need to argue, that need to be right, and that stubbornness.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“Your stubborn personality serves you well at your job,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “however, you have not learned when to back down,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “to realize that you’re not always right” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “that you are not always, you cannot always be in control” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“So you test the limits of whoever holds that control” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “to see what you can get away with!” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “To see how consistent the person actually is.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “You push and test over and over.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“I guarantee you, young lady,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “you can test me as much as you like” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “the result will always be the same” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “which is a sore bottom for you.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “So I suggest you think about how much longer you want to test every limit, and fight every fight.

She was crying steadily now, but quietly. Nat knew that she had heard every word that he said to her. He had placed the spatula to the side and was gently rubbing her lower back. “We’re not done, Alyssa. Halfway there, but not done.”

He saw her head bob up and down frantically. “I know,” she choked out. “I’m so sorry.”
She was, he knew it. When she reached the point of real tears, like she was at now, Nat knew she truly was sorry. Closing his eyes for a moment, he had to pull himself back together. Any other day he would have stopped things there.

But today, he couldn’t.

If he was going to make sure she learned these smaller lessons, he would have to remain firm, remain consistent, and discipline her for every single infraction of every rule. After all, the only reason her bottom was suffering so much, in the first place, was because no one had taught her, correctly, when she was actually growing up.

Opening his eyes, Nat gently rubbed a few more, slow, calming circles on her lower back. “I know you’re sorry, Alyssa. We’re halfway through. That first part was for your disobedience. This next half is to address the lying. Understand?”

He heard her choke out a sob, and then say, “yes, sir.”

Nat waited another minute, and then placed the wooden spatula back on her bottom, the feel of the wood alerting her that he was going to start again. He was surprised, when Alyssa started to twist and turn the upper portion of her body, so that she could see him. “No,” she begged. “No, please no. I’m sorry, Nat, please, don’t. I promise, I promise I’m sorry, I’ve learned my lesson. Please.”

His only response was to raise one eyebrow, telling her that he was not moved by her pleas. Nat thought that it had been effective too, as she had stopped, and was no longer begging for mercy, and had essentially stilled over his lap.

As he picked up the spatula, he said to her, “I know it hurts Alyssa.” He readjusted the arm that he had circled around her waist, holding her tightly. As he raised the spatula up in the air, he saw both of her hands fly back and in an attempt to cover her bottom.

She was lucky he saw it.

“Alyssa, move your hands now!” Nat commanded. He saw her adamantly shake her head.
“No?” He asked. She gave another shake of the head.

“All right then,” he said to her. He had brought his arm down from up in the air, he didn’t need that much momentum for what he was about to do. With his hand at the same level as hers, making it parallel to her cheeks, Nat flicked his wrist, causing the spatula to give a solid painful swat to her right hand, and then to her left.

“OWWWWW!!!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs. He had no doubt that it hurt. Receiving swats on ones palms hurt, and this was on the top of her hand.

“I’d suggest you move those hands, Alyssa, unless you’d like another few taps for incentive,” he warned her.

“One,” Nat said watching her shake her head back and forth.

“Two,” he continued, she was still stubborn as can be. He raised his eyebrows, and positioned the spatula over her right hand.

“Three ” Nat announced. Since she still hadn’t moved either hand, he brought it down on top of her right hand causing another screech of pain. When her arm shot up in the air, Nat easily caught hold of her wrist and pinned it to her lower back.

“Do I need to swat the other hand, Alyssa, or can you be a good little girl and move it yourself?” he asked her, knowing the choice of words would help. He heard her sniffle and she pulled her hand down. “Give me your wrist,” Nat told her.

“No,” she pleaded, “please, I won’t put them back again.”

“Too late, Alyssa,” he told her, “this performance of yours has already doubled your punishment and that ‘no’ just earned you extras. Do you want see what happens if you disobey me again?”

He heard another sniffle, and reluctantly she held her hand up in the air until he was able to take hold of her wrist and bring it toward the center of her back, where he held both of them there securely with one hand.

“Now, little girl,” Nat began, “before I start, is there anything you want to say?”

“I’m sorry I lied to you, Nat,” he heard her say softly.

“I’m sure you are,” he replied, raising the spatula up to his shoulder and then bringing it sailing through the air down onto her bottom, WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“I’ve been very clear with you, Alyssa.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“The one thing I expect from you, at all times, no matter what the issue, is honesty.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“I’m honest with you.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“I expect you to be honest with me.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“There have been situations where I know that you’ve lied to me,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “however, I truly don’t believe you meant to.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

He could tell she was confused by the tension that appeared in her shoulders. “Yes, young lady, you heard me correctly.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “There have been a good many times where, I know you lied to me, but I don’t believe you meant to do so.”

He paused as he saw her head move around, trying to look up at him. He could see the many questions on her face. “Yes, Alyssa?” he said to her. “And I’d be sure to think before you speak, a good deal of these spankings are the result of you not doing so.”

Nat could tell she was thinking but she didn’t say anything. “Nothing?” he prodded. She remained silent. “Then turn your head back around and we’ll get this done with.”

He watched as she slowly turned her head back towards the floor. There was something going on in that mind of hers.

Alyssa reluctantly dropped her head back down. Well, not reluctant in a physical sense. Craning her neck around like that, so that she was able to look up at him, hurt like a mother f-er. No, the reluctance was due to the fact that she did have something she wanted to ask him about. He was right though. Every time she opened her mouth today, it seemed to get her in trouble. Today probably wasn’t the best day to ask.

She felt the spatula on her bottom, just resting there. It would only be there for a second. It was Nat’s way of taking aim before he raised that horrible piece of wood up in the air and launched it down onto her bottom. Also his way of telling her to get ready. What always surprised her, though, was the fact that, even though the tiny piece of wood could heat her bottom to fifty million degrees. When Nat touched it onto her bottom, it always felt cool.

That really wasn’t worth pondering, she supposed. The more important thing was that as it had just been resting on her bottom, it would be lifted off and then come flying back down any second now.

When Nat began to speak, that was when she knew that she was done for. Her bottom was going to be toast, burnt toast at that. “With the information you had at the time,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “you told me what you thought was the truth.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“When you found out it wasn’t, you forgot to inform me of it” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “I knew about a good more of those times than you believed” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“But this” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “This was intentional” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “You looked right at me” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “and without a single second of hesitation, told me a lie.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“This is something, this lie that you told, you did this purposely, you knew that you were being dishonest when you lied to me, Alyssa.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “And that, will never, ever be acceptable.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“Not in my house” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “Not at school” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “In life in general. WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“And you can expect” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “that any time that I catch you in a lie,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “I find out that you’ve been lying,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “anytime your behavior steps one toe off the line of honesty,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “you should expect” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “to find yourself right here.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“I want you to remember this, Alyssa,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “remember what this feels like.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “Being put over my knee,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “your bare bottom up in the air,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “with neither your legs or arms able to reach the ground.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“Remember what it feels like, to have your bottom spanked when you lie to me.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“The last person that lied to me” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “did penance over my knee, with her bottom bare” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “and I spanked her bare fanny until it was a bright and painful cherry red” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “was my six year old niece Amelia.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “And later that day, her five year old brother.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“Your behavior matches that of a young child, Alyssa” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “While you find pride in being different,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “this is not something to be proud of.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “This is something to be ashamed of” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “a fault to correct quickly.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

“And I will help you in that” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “whether you want that help or not” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “because I will not allow you” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “to look me in the eye,” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “and lie to me.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT! “Not now, not ever, Alyssa.” WHOOOSH…SPLAT!

He gave her fifty in total for the lying plus twenty five for the disobedience. That would have been it, if there hadn’t been that last minute act of disobedience when he told her to move her hands. Suddenly this pledge to catch every single thing, to point out every single thing, to punish every little thing, was becoming a very daunting task.

“All right, Alyssa,” Nat said quietly, after giving her a moment to calm down. “We would have been finished except for the fact that you disobeyed me when I told you” to move your hands.” He heard her crying increase. “Shhh, shhh, shh little one,” he attempted to soothe her. “I’m aware that you were in pain, and the way you were acting was mostly reflex. So I’m going to give you a choice. Calm yourself, so that you can hear me.”

Nat waited a moment until he was sure that she could hear him and would be able to make a decision. “All right, Alyssa, I’m going to give you a choice,” he said quietly, still rubbing small circles on her lower back. “I’m going to use this spatula still, for either option that I offer you. Just know that up front. You refused to move your hands, because of that, you can take your punishment on the palms of your hands, no more on the tops.”

He still had her wrists pinned to her back, but he reached over with his other hand and lovingly caressed the top of her hand where the wood had smacked it. “The first option is 7 strokes on each palm with the spatula, or 3 strokes on the back of each thigh. I’ll give you a minute to decide.

It was quiet for all of ten seconds before he heard her speak. “Can I ask a question before I make my decision?”

“Yes, go ahead,” Nat said.

“Will they be fast,” she asked him.


“Will they be fast,” Alyssa asked. It was difficult asking questions when she couldn’t even look up at him.

“Fast?” Nat replied. She could practically see his eyebrow going up with that one word.

“Yeah,” she said. “Like, if I chose the ones on my thighs, would, like uh, could you do them quickly?”

He chuckled. Arrogant, Alyssa thought to herself, he actually chuckled. “Yes, Alyssa,” he finally replied. “I think it could be managed so that they were done quickly.”

She swallowed, choking back her arguments that she was having with herself, and then said quietly, “I’d like to take the punishment on my thighs, please.”

“All right,” Nat said, pulling her closer with the arm he had wrapped around her waist. “That is do able.” He was very happy that was the option she’d gone with. “Wise choice,” he told her, “it will be over faster.” He made it seem as if he was going to continue speaking, however, he shocked her instead when he brought the spatula down, quickly, three times on the top of her right thigh, and then three times on the left.

By the time the pain had registered from the first set of three, he had already finished the next one. She didn’t cry out in pain as he had expected her to. It had gone too fast, was his guess. Instead she just began crying. Crying and apologizing.

This time when he rubbed the small circles on her lower back, attempting to calm her, he felt better in doing so, because he knew that it was truly done with this time. This time being the key words. There was no telling how much trouble she’d get into in the next hours.

He waited until she was a bit calmer, before helping her to her feet, yanking up her panties in the process. Pointing to the adjacent wall of the living room he said, “nose to the wall, little girl, five minutes, no rubbing, go.”

He watched her walk over, stumbling at one point, but catching herself and walking the rest of the way. She kept her hands at her side, and had her nose pressed against the wall. Nat collapsed back into the chair. He had known this wasn’t going to be easy, but it was becoming more difficult than he had imagined. That, and it was only, what, 2:30, 3?

The five minutes passed quickly, and he called her back over to him. The moment she was in front of him, Nat scooped her up into his arms, noting that she still looked rather upset. Once she was in the familiar embrace, Alyssa began to cry. “Oh, little one,” Nat said gently into her hair, as he held her close. “These are not easy lessons to learn, and I’m sorry that you’re learning them this way. I know it doesn’t seem fair to you.”

After a moment it became apparent that she was trying to say something, but was crying too much for it to come out clearly. He gently pulled her from his chest and looked her directly in the eye, “breathe, take a deep breath, there you go. Okay, try again,” he said to her.

“I’m not a bad person,” she said through her tears, “I promise, I’m not.”