The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Thirteen

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The Deep Freeze Part Thirteen
A Nat and Alyssa Story


“I really don’t know why,” Alyssa said, wringing her hands in her best attempt at a combination of guilty, clueless, sympathetic, sorry and cute. It was that exact combination that usually won him over. For about a second it looked like he might going for it…and then no.

“Well, then, I guess you should spend more time, thinking about it,” Nat replied, actually turning her, as he said, “back to the corner.” Talk about frustrating. He was the one that was always saying she was supposed to be more reasonable. After a step, Alyssa turned back to him, and before her brain could process her actions, she blurted out, “It was iced tea, it’s not a big deal.”

That was not a good idea, her brain told her. She could tell just by the look on Nat’s face. His eyebrows really shouldn’t go up that far. It was too high for his own good. “Did I not just send you back to the corner?” He asked.

“Yes,” Alyssa muttered, finding a spot on the linoleum very interesting all of a sudden.

“Then I suggest you go there,” she heard him say, “before you continue to disobey me.”

She walked back over to the corner and gladly stuck her nose in it. Everything was disobeying him lately. That wasn’t even the worst of it. Alyssa was having an internal struggle with her mind. He couldn’t keep sending her back to the corner, could he? She could wait him out. Eventually, he’d have to give up, and accept that she wasn’t going to tell him, and that was that.

By this point, she had gone back to the corner. Ok, so it might take a little more determination on her part, than she first expected. She had been sure that after the third time, he’d cave. Not so much anymore.

Part of her told her to be sensible. Be logical. She knew why he was doing this. It was all part of that whole if you’re going to behave like a child, I’ll treat you as one. Not only was he treating her as one, apparently he was making her learn all the lessons, or whatever, that she should have, at that age, as well.

She was wrong, she’d admit it. To herself.

Five more times, she’d traipsed back over to Nat, bent over his knee and been spanked for disobedience and lying. He was only using his hand but it was going beyond the pains he was used to for a regular hand spanking. Worse than that, though, was the psychological torture.

He should have given up by now, Alyssa had been sure that he would have. Even with the whole ‘I’m treating you like a child so you’ll learn what you should have’ and ‘if you’re going to act like a child, I’m going to treat you like one’ thing. She’d always outlasted her parents, and gotten what she wanted. So, why wasn’t this working?

She heard Nat call her out of the corner, again. He had left the room while she had stood in the corner, this time. She wasn’t sure why, not that it mattered, really. She had the same answer for him. Although, now, if she was being truly honest, she was just refusing to tell him. She knew why she had gotten iced tea. It was because she had wanted the iced tea.

The first few times he’d asked, she actually wasn’t one hundred percent sure if that was the true reason. If she had done it because she wanted it. Or, if she had done it because she wanted to defy him.

Nat watched her carefully as she approached. At first she nearly sauntered over, not even bothering to look the least bit worried or humble. She made it about three steps before she spotted the item he had placed on the table, and stopped walking. Nat felt himself raising his eyebrows, and had to work to remain calm, keep his face relaxed, and not sharply rebuke her. “Alyssa,” he said gently, “I told you to come over to me, not halfway between the corner and where I am.”

He watched her nod, her gaze fixated on the item on the table. But, after a second, she continued walking over towards him. The moment she was within arms-reach, he pulled her between his knees and pinned her in place. “Now, do you have anything new to tell me?” Nat asked her.

“No, sir,” she replied quietly, eyes still locked on the small object on the table.

“No?” Nat repeated. “So, you are telling me, that you still do not know why you chose to drink iced tea when it wasn’t one of the choices provided for you. Is that correct?”

She appeared transfixed, almost as if she was being haunted. Instead of answering she nodded, though it was hardly perceptible. Nat reached up, took a firm hold of her chin, and turned her head, taking her gaze away from the table, and redirecting it, so that she was looking at him. “Is that correct?” Nat asked again.

“Yes, sir,” Alyssa said. This time he saw what he’d been waiting for. The spark of defiance in her eyes. Yes, Nat mused to himself, she knew the answer to his question. It may have taken a while, for her to bring it out to the forefront of her mind, but now she was just being stubborn. He let go of her chin, and noted that she continued to look him square in the eye, the defiance definitely present.

“All right, then,” Nat said, following the usual routine, guiding her over to one side of his lap, pulling her over his knees, pulling down her panties as she went over. When her head was near the floor, he said to her, “last chance to change your mind, Alyssa. Sure you have nothing to tell me?”

“Nothing that you want to hear,” she replied.

“Meaning that you are still claiming you don’t know why you chose to drink the iced tea, correct?” Nat clarified.

“Correct,” came the reply from the ground.

“All right,” Nat replied. Placing his hand on her bottom for a mere second, he then raised his arm up, and brought it swinging back down, his palm cupped just a bit, making the SWAT on her bottom just a little more painful, as his hand covered more of her bum that way. He applied four more smacks in quick succession, before saying, “I think that you’ve spent enough time in the corner, don’t you, Alyssa?” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! “Alyssa!” He said again, “I asked a question,” SWAT! SWAT! “I expect an answer.” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

“Yes,” she said, the strain in her voice indicating that she was feeling the pain. SWAT! SWAT!

“Yes?” Nat parroted. SWAT!

“Yes,” SWAT! Alyssa repeated, “I have spent” SWAT! “enough time” SWAT! “in the corner.” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

“Glad we agree on that,” Nat said. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! “Since” SWAT! “you seem” SWAT! “unable” SWAT! “to tell” SWAT! “me” SWAT! the truth,” SWAT! or have” SWAT! “decided” SWAT! “you aren’t” SWAT! “going to,” SWAT! SWAT! “we’re” SWAT! “going to” SWAT! “see” SWAT! “if I can’t” SWAT! “help you” SWAT! “change” SWAT! “your mind.” SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

“60,” he heard Alyssa cry out, somewhat frantically. “60!”

Nat paused, and instead of swatting her bottom with his hand, he placed it on the lower part of her back, and pulled her in closer, tightening the hold he had around her with his other arm. He waited until he could hear her start to breathe again, at a regular pace. She had gotten close to hyperventilating, which was a bit strange considering this was just a spanking with his hand.

Still massaging her lower back, he asked gently, “Alyssa, did I tell you that you would only receive 60 swats this time?” He could tell when understanding set in, as her tears started again, and both her head and legs fell, a bit lower, to the ground. “No, sir,” she said between tears.

“No, I didn’t,” Nat said, sitting up a bit straighter and adjusting her on his lap. Moving his hand from her lower back to her bottom, he continued, “what I said,” SWAT! “was that” SWAT! “I” SWAT! “was” SWAT! “going to” SWAT! “see if I” SWAT! “could” SWAT! “help you” SWAT! “change” SWAT! “your mind.” SWAT!

Nat paused, wanting to be sure that she heard him. “There is still another hour until we need to start preparing dinner, that’s sixty minutes of time to provide incentive for you. Along with plenty of time after dinner, Alyssa. If, by rare chance, I don’t get the answer from you tonight, well, you know exactly what we’ll be doing tomorrow morning.”

Nat lifted his hand up and began spanking again, this time no talking was required. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!

Alyssa was crying, howling in pain. But she was also, so damn stubborn, she wouldn’t tell the truth. Nat stopped the spanking and took a break, holding her over his lap, still, but she thought that he gave up. He heard the sigh of relief from somewhere close to the floor. “Don’t celebrate,” he said with a wry chuckle. “We’re not done, just taking a small break.”

The moment he said the word ‘break’ Alyssa’s entire body became tense. “Break?” she asked.

“Yes,” Nat replied, picking up the object from the table and placing it on her bottom. “Break.”

While she had become a bit tense earlier, this caused her entire body to stiffen. “Breathe, Alyssa,” Nat said. He gave her another few minutes as it was obvious that she was trying to relax.

“Now,” he said to her, “have any change in your decision?”

He watched as she shook her head down near the floor and said, “no.” Stubborn little thing, he thought to himself.

“Okay, that’s your prerogative,” he told her.

Raising the brush up in the air, he brought is swinging down on to her bottom. SMACK! Alyssa howled in pain. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! It was about two minutes into the spanking that Alyssa finally caved.

“I wanted it,” she screamed from the floor, before bursting into renewed tears.

Nat put the hairbrush aside immediately, though he did not lift her off his lap yet. Placing his hand on her bottom he could feel the heat radiate off of it.

“You wanted it,” he repeated. “I gave you three options, iced tea was not one of them. So what you’re telling me is that you knew it was not an option that I had provided. You were aware you were disobeying me, knowingly doing something you shouldn’t. But you decided that you wanted iced tea, so that’s what you put in your glass?”

Aside from the occasional sniffle, there was silence from the floor. When there was no response, Nat smacked her bottom, the noise startling both of them. “Alyssa!” He said, his voice still quiet, “congratulations, you’ve just disobeyed me, again. Now, are you going to answer my question, or are we going for two?”

“It sounds horrible when you say it like that,” she said.

Again, Nat smacked her bottom, causing them both to jump. “It is a yes or no question, Alyssa. I want a yes or no answer, not a tangential detail.”

There was a pause, and then she said quietly, “yes, sir.”

“Are you ready to tell me what was behind all of this?” Nat asked her, his voice remained quiet, and while, before it had been a bit stern, now it was a gentle sort of quiet.

He could hear Alyssa’s tears increase at his question. He knew what her thought was. “I’m going to leave it up to you to tell me, Lyssa,” he used her nickname, hoping it would calm her. “I hope that you’ll be able to come to me and talk about it, but I’m not going to force you too.”

He was, again, rubbing small circles on her lower back, attempting to console her. Though, in truth, there didn’t seem to be that much point in doing so, as she earned herself a heap load of spankings already.

Nat let a minute pass by, giving himself a moment to gain clarity, and Alyssa time to pull herself together. Her crying just continued, though. He didn’t think much of it at the time. Instead, Nat decided to press on with things.

“So,” he said, his head turned so his voice projected down towards her, “disobedience when you came over here and again, wouldn’t answer the question asked of you. Lying about not knowing the answer. Willful disobedience, when the answer did come out, along with more lying, as I’d wager you’ve known that answer for a good while now. And disobedience, again. Is that about correct, Alyssa?”

“Y-y-yes, sir,” she managed to say after a minute.

She was doing her best to get her crying under control. Alyssa could tell Nat was thinking, for some reason she could just sense when his brain was moving. “Now,” he began, and then paused, apparently he is still thinking, she thought to herself. That’s good. Deep breaths.

While it was most likely hilarious to anyone that would have seen her, she rolled her eyes. She had just encouraged herself to take a deep breath. Her. Alyssa. The individual that typically skewered anyone that tried to encourage her to engage in deep breathing. It did help though, she was forced to admit it. Nat was still thinking by the time her tears were under control and fairly close to stopped.

Maybe he hasn’t noticed, Alyssa wondered. After all, usually, once she got her tears under control he’d flip her up onto her feet. Meaning, he’d then take her into his arms. But instead he kept her dangling over his lap. She hated that position. She couldn’t reach the ground with her legs or arms. “Alyssa,” she heard him say, “do you have any idea how much time was wasted this afternoon because of your refusal to admit the truth? To take responsibility?”

This was a good time to keep her mouth shut, she decided.

“No idea,” she heard Nat ask.

Again, her brain said, remain silent, it’s the best thing to do.

“Interesting,” she heard him say, and she felt herself being put on her feet. Immediately she turned to him for a hug, but he stopped her. “Time out young lady, nose against the wall.”

She was shocked. Nat had pointed, not to the typical corner that he sent her to, but to a large open space on the kitchen wall. Alyssa practically ran over to the wall, placing her nose on it, and trying to get into the position she assumed that Nat wanted her in. Not because she was in a grand hurry to do as he told her too. Nor because she was looking forward to time out. More because she didn’t want Nat to see her crying. He didn’t even give her a hug first.

Nose against the wall, hands behind her back, Alyssa could feel the tears start to fall down her face. A few seconds later, she heard Nat stand up, she could tell by the squeak of the chair. “Three hours, Alyssa,” he said, “in case you were wondering, is how much time was wasted.” The sound of footsteps told her that he was moving over to the counter.

Three hours. She really had wasted that much time? He wouldn’t make her stand here for three hours, would he?

“Now, young lady, I’m going to begin preparations for dinner.” Nat’s voice was stern. He must be really angry she realized. “You are going to remain in time out and do some mental math.”

Math? Mental Math?

“What I’m doing shouldn’t take more than ten or fifteen minutes,” she listened to Nat say. “When I call you over to me, you are going to tell me exactly how many minutes and how many seconds you wasted.”

Oh no. Come on brain, Alyssa thought to herself. Three hours, sixty minutes in an hour, so that is 180 minutes. Sixty seconds in a minute. Sixty seconds in a minute, sixty minutes in an hour, sixty times sixty is….well six times six is 36 with the 00, so 3600 and that would be times 3. 36 times 3 would be 108 add the 00, so 10800. I think that is right. 10800 seconds and 180 minutes. Maybe that’s right?

By the time she had finished attempting to double check the math, Nat had called her over to him. She was ready to spurt out the answers but the look in his eyes told her that it wasn’t time yet.

He indicated a place next to the table that she was to stand. Then he went and rummaged around in one of the cabinets, returning with a spoon and bottle of something, and setting them on the table. Pulling out a chair, he sat down and pulled her between his knees. “All right, little miss,” he said to her, as he poured out a teaspoon of the liquid.

“I don’t want you eating soap, and given the potential number of times I could catch you in a lie, it is too strong of a possibility that you’d end up with a bars worth in your stomach. So, for now, whenever a lie comes out of your little mouth, you can expect to swallow a teaspoon of this. Open,” he moved the spoon towards her lips and she hesitantly opened her mouth.

Nat tilted the spoon in, letting some of the liquid run off it, before putting the actual spoon into her mouth. He could see her wanting to fight, not liking at all she was eating, so he took hold of her chin and forced her head up until her mouth was starting to close.

“Swallow,” he said quietly, watching as she closed her lips over the spoon and could tell she had taken the content from it. He pulled it from her lips and just stared into her eyes, holding her chin high in the air until he saw her muscles move and she swallowed. The evidence of the horrible taste was written all over her face.

Letting go of her chin, he let her make all the horrible faces she wanted, while he filled up the second spoonful. The moment it came towards her lips, Alyssa’s eyes went wide and she clamped her lips shut, and shook her head. “Alyssa,” Nat said to her, “you are about to be punished for being disobedient. I can’t imagine you want to add another spanking. Now, be a good girl, and open your mouth for me.”

He wasn’t quite sure if it was possible, but it looked like Alyssa squeezed her lips tighter together, and shook her head again. Sighing, Nat put the spoon down on the table, glad that the liquid was thick and most of it stayed in the spoon. Without giving her any warning, he stood up, picking her up as well, tucked her under one arm, as he walked to the other end of the kitchen.

Alyssa began to struggle, but Nat had a good hold on her, and with her being as small as she was, it wasn’t difficult to keep her pinned against his waist. When she realized what he was doing, seeing him open the drawer to retrieve another spatula, Alyssa began to struggle even more, attempting to kick, and fling her body out of his hold. “Alyssa, settle down,” Nat said, never changing from his quiet tone.

She did calm down, though she still squirmed a bit as he walked back over to the table. Putting the spatula down on the table, Nat took a seat first, Alyssa still pinned to his side. It made it incredibly easy to place her over his lap. Pulling down her panties, he smacked her bottom with his palm, “Alyssa, I said settle down!”

She stilled immediately. “That’s better,” Nat told her. “You seem to be having a problem doing what you’re told today.” That was all he said. Quick and done. Using his hand, he spanked her ten times, hard and fast. Then, picking up the spatula he did the same. Quick and done. Lifting her on to her feet, he pulled up her panties, and put her back between his knees. She was crying and much more subdued.

Nat picked up the spoon again. “Open your mouth,” he said to her. He watched as she wrinkled her nose and almost thought she was going to refuse. But, a second later, she opened her mouth up. Before she could fight him, Nat had the spoon in her mouth, and was lifting her chin up, forcing her to take the liquid. He removed the spoon from her mouth and waited for her to swallow. It was about twenty seconds later, but she did.

“There,” he said condescendingly, “now if you’d behaved for me in the first place, you would have spared your tush a bit.”

Picking her up, Nat placed her down on his lap, sitting up right, and pulled her towards him. She cried into his chest, not heavy sobs like previously, but simple crying. It only lasted for a few minutes. Nat continued to hold her. “Please don’t make me eat that stuff again,” he heard her say. Nat reached one arm out and took the bottle from the table, handing it to her.

“This?” he asked. “Cod liver oil?” She was carefully turning the bottle around in her hands, treating it like it might bite her. After what appeared to be careful examination of the bottle, she handed it back to him. “If you don’t lie to me again, you don’t have to worry about it.”

He felt her press her head into his chest, trying to hide. A smile crept up on his face, he knew why she was hiding. Along with the fact that there were things to address that evening, since she always had to get herself into heap loads of trouble, not just a little, always bucket fulls. It was also because Alyssa knew, just as well as he did, that this was not the last taste that she’d have of the horrid liquid.