The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Fourteen Final

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The Deep Freeze Part Fourteen – FINAL
A Nat and Alyssa Story

Nat let her cry for a few more minutes. Glancing at the clock, he saw that there was still a good amount of time until the meal would be ready. “All right Alyssa, we still have a fair amount of time, I think we can take care of those last punishments for your disobedience, clear those off the board.” Nat wasn’t asking her, they both knew it. Lifting her from his lap, he flipped her over so that she was once again face down, her bottom up in the air.

Steeling himself, Nat raised his hand up and began spanking. Unlike the last number of times he didn’t race his way through the spanking. Slowly, he spanked her already sore cheeks, renewed strength and vigor behind each stinging swat. He intended to make sure that she felt and remembered each smack of his hand. The hope being that it would be the last time he’d have to do so that evening.

He had remained silent for the first ten swats, allowing her to acclimate to the pace and strength that this punishment was going to run. Starting at the 11th he began to speak, quietly, but with an unmistakable firmness in his voice. He lectured Alyssa about lying, her disobedience, how much time he spent spanking her. How he expected her to learn from this. Before they both knew it, he had reached 100, which was what he had intended to give her for the recent acts of disobedience.

Alyssa was crying. Nat spoke gently, telling her that she’d done well, behaved well throughout the spanking. He rubbed her lower back, attempting to help her calm down. Five minutes later, though, she was still crying. He noticed that while her crying seemed to have minimized a bit when he spoke, the minute he stopped, the tears increased again.

She wouldn’t, Nat thought to himself. He pondered the thought for a solid two minutes, in which time, Alyssa’s tears not only didn’t decrease, but became more intense.

She would, he realized. It was new, but he should have realized that it would happen sooner or later. This was no longer crying because of the pain in her bottom, or crying and needing to calm down from the spanking. This was crying to get his attention, probably make him feel bad for spanking her as hard as he did, or have him pick her up and hold her in his lap, perhaps commute one of the other punishments.

Either way, it wasn’t going to work. He wondered if Alyssa had even heard anyone say, ‘you stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.’

Nat doubted it.

Lifting her up, yanking her panties up as he usually did, Nat held her in front of him. “Alyssa, do you understand why you were just punished, just this last time?” he asked her.

She’d gone down to sniffling while he was talking, but was back to crying once he was finished. “Be-be-because I disobeyed you,” she told him.

“And why is that something that I punish you for,” Nat asked her, nothing the same routine with her tears. The reduction and then increase.

“Because I can’t just ignore what I’m told to do, and go and do what I want,” she told him.

“That’s right,” Nat said, pulling her closer and lifting her up into his lap, head up this time. “And you have a bright future ahead of you, little one. One where I want you to succeed, do well. But some life lessons, you still have to learn, and they aren’t fun. I don’t enjoy being the one to do this, but I know it’s important. I do it because I care.”

“I know,” Alyssa hiccupped.

But her tears didn’t stop. They didn’t increase to a hysterical level, which would have been a different situation entirely. They just got a tad bit harder, and then didn’t stop. Nat let her cry for another two minutes, attempting to soothe her. When that failed, he knew what he had to do.

Lifting her out of her lap, he set her back on the ground in front of her, holding her two small hands in one of his large ones, in front of her. “Alyssa, that’s enough,” he said, still somehow maintaining the firm, quiet tone. His patience was beginning to fray, a bit. “I know it smarts, and by now your tush is very sore. But, it’s time to calm down, take a deep breath, and stop the tears. This amount of crying is telling me that you want my attention, young lady. And if that’s true, you’re going to get that attention on an already sore bottom, am I clear?”

She nodded, bouncing up and down on her toes, tears still flowing from her eyes.

“Okay,” Nat said, standing up, switching the hands with which he was grasping her hands. Taking a step forward, he led her towards the corner. Once she realized where he was taking her, she looked up at him, with a worried glance.

Placing his hand on her mid back, he continued walking until she was situated, nose in the corner. “Now, until you can get yourself under a bit more control, you’re to stay here, understand?” Again, she nodded. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on her head, before turning and walking away.

He gave her five minutes, hoping that would be enough time to come to her senses, or reach some point of mature logic. Instead, her crying not only increased, but became louder. Nat knew the situation well enough to know it was purposely louder, to make sure that he heard it.

“Alyssa,” he said, his voice cutting through the sound of her wailing cries. “Is there something that you want to talk about? Do you need to tell me something? Want me to hold you? You’re making it quite clear that you want my attention.”

She just continued the now very exaggerated sobbing. Shaking his head to himself, Nat walked over to the corner, picked her up, carried her back to the table where he sat down, immediately putting her over his lap, taking her panties down at the same time. “That is enough, Alyssa,” Nat said quietly, his tone quite firm.

“I will give you one last chance, to the count of three to stop this. Otherwise, I’ll provide you with an actual reason for those tears.” Nat patted her bottom to be sure she got his meaning. She made a small gasp but continued her exaggerated sobs.

“One,” Nat said, with a sigh. Alyssa increased in volume.

“Two,” he continued. Alyssa showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. He gave her an extra five seconds, before sighing and announcing, “three.” With his arm around her waist he pulled her in close, tightening his hold on her. Cupping his palm, he raised his hand up and brought it flying down onto her already sore bottom.

She screamed in reaction, as if she were being killed. More than that, she kicked her legs up in the air, her arms were reaching back, and trying to protect her bottom. “Alyssa,” Nat said, now finding it a struggle both to continue spanking her, and to maintain the quiet voice he had managed to keep throughout the afternoon. “You need to settle down right now, young lady. Keep those hands in front of you and legs near the ground!”

She did tone down the theatrics for somewhere close to thirty seconds, or that was what Nat estimated. It really couldn’t have been more than half a minute later, that she was screaming at the top of her lungs again, legs kicking, this time trying to maneuver her weight so that she would roll off his lap. Her arms reaching back again.

With a sigh, Nat paused, easily picked up the hairbrush which was sitting on the table, right next to him, and swiftly brought it down on her thighs. Once on each thigh. Her screams became genuine at that moment, as she experienced pain to match them. He saw the opportunity, as she had stopped kicking her legs in every direction, and quickly dropped his right leg down, pulled it out to the side, and brought it up and placed it over hers, effectively holding them down.

Her screams had turned to sobs, by this point, and they were not at all genuine. He moved her forward just a tad, so that her body was jackknifed over his left knee, his right leg, holding her legs down. “Give me your hands, Alyssa,” he said to her.

She was hesitant, but finally gave him her right arm, holding it up in the air for him. “And the other,” he said quietly, not having as much trouble maintain the quiet tone as a few minutes ago. Despite the hesitation, she did as he said. Alyssa just made her fake sobs grow more intense at the same time. Nat was very grateful at that moment that she had small wrists, he could hold both of them in one hand and pin them to her back.

He continued with his hand, hoping to not go up to the hairbrush. “Alyssa,” he began to talk again. “I’m sure you’ve seen movies or TV shows, or books, or even in real life, where there is a crying child, and a most likely frustrated parent. The parent says ‘you stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.’ You’ve heard that before, yes?”

There was no answer, just loud sobbing. “I’m going to assume you have,” Nat continued, “you grew up in a time period where that was still said by many parents.” Continuing to spank her, Nat just waited until the screaming stopped, and the fake sobbing turned into actual crying, which soon became tears of contrition.

This time, when he held her over his lap, massaging her lower back, waiting for her to calm down. He heard her breathing go back to a normal pace and tears dissipate within a few minutes. Lifting her up, he decided on a different course of events for the evening. Alyssa in his arms, he turned off the stove, shut off the lights and checked that the door was locked before going upstairs.

He didn’t stop in her room, instead going straight into the master bedroom, where, he had unearthed their old rocking chair from when Tina was younger. Holding Alyssa tightly, he grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around her as he sat down, and held her, as he began to rock back and forth. It was nearly as if he were holding a small child. She was similar to one in more ways than he had imagined.

Note to readers: I know it says ‘Final’ in the title. This isn’t the end of the story for Nat and Alyssa. Their story will pick up under a new title. Hope you enjoy, love any feedback.