The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement - Part Four

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The Artic Waves of Reinforcement – Part Four
A Nat and Alyssa Story

At that point, Alyssa started sobbing. It was as if she had been holding the tears back, and that one question opened up a flood gate. “My bottom hurts,” she said between sobs.

Nat couldn’t help himself, he started laughing, while gently guiding her back towards his chest, pulling her back into the embrace that he knew she needed. He forced himself down to a chuckle quite quickly, allowing her a minute to let out the vast amount of tears that were coming in torrential sobs. When she stopped shaking and was back to a more normal state of quiet, he waited another minute, gently rubbing her lower back, and then began to speak. While he had to be loud enough to be heard over her tears, he still attempted to remain quiet and gentle. “Alyssa, I know it hurts,” Nat said kindly. “It’s supposed to hurt, it’s a punishment. It wouldn’t be effective if it didn’t cause you some pain.”

She hiccupped in response, which told him that she had tried to say something, but it had gotten mixed up with her tears. So, he moved his hand to her upper back, and rocked back and forth a bit. Nat continued rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades until he felt the tension dissipate and heard the tears stop. Within a few seconds, he dropped his hand, as he felt her move, and saw her look at him. “It’s supposed to hurt, it’s a punishment, I know,” she said to him.

He gave her a small smile and nodded.

“Knowing doesn’t make the hurt, that it hurts, right now any less though,” she said.

Nat smiled broadly, “I know, sweetheart,” he said, tucking her hair behind her ear. “And that was a hard punishment you took, and I want you to know I’m proud of you, not only for owning up to things even after all this time,” he stopped and tapped her on the nose, eliciting a smile from her, “but the fact that you didn’t fight me during that punishment, and despite the pain that you were in, you tried your hardest to behave throughout the whole thing, that makes me very proud of you.”

“Really?” Alyssa asked him, looking up with such childlike eyes it nearly killed him.

“Of course sweetheart,” Nat said, again leaning down and giving her a kiss on the head. He waited another minute before letting her know that they were going to have to move on.

“Alyssa,” he said pulling her out of comfort zone. “You’re aware that this is not the only punishment on the docket for today, right?”

“Yes,” she said quietly. Nat glanced down at her. Unlike most times she hadn’t gone back to burying her head into his chest, or attempting to. She was just leaning against him. “Could we just sit here for a few more minutes first?”

“Absolutely,” Nat said, holding her tightly with one arm, using the other to grab a blanket and toss it out to cover them both. “We’ll stay here until lunch.”

Lunch was quiet, a quick meal of sandwiches. They were both still groggy from the mid-morning nap that they’d woken from. Quiet, and thankfully uneventful, Nat thought to himself. Even though she had the chair with the padding on it, Alyssa still had difficulty remaining still. She did try her best he knew that. Only once did he shoot her a warning glance, and then she immediately settled down.

Lunch was not easy, even though the chair was supposedly soft because it was padded, sitting on it hurt so much. Seriously, she tried, she really did, but Alyssa could not seem to find a comfortable position to sit. Two minutes into the meal, Nat gave her a look and it told her everything she needed to know. Despite the fact that it hurt, she remained where she was and did her best to eat.

After lunch, Alyssa helped Nat clear the dishes from the table, rinse them and put them in the dishwasher. She was trying as hard as she possibly could to behave as well as possible. It might not even be possible, she wasn’t sure, but if it was possible to earn brownie points in this situation, she was all for it.

Once the kitchen was finished, Alyssa watched as Nat wiped his hands on his pants, once, twice, and then headed towards the basement door. She just watched him from where she was rooted to the floor. The basement? The last place she wanted to go was the basement. He seemed to notice that she wasn’t following fairly quickly, maybe it was because he didn’t hear the sound of her shoes. He turned and looked at her expectantly. When she still didn’t move, he cleared his throat, and gestured with his head toward the door. One quick jerk of the head. It was all it took, and Alyssa was scurrying over, from where she had been glued to the floor, to stand next to him.

“We’re not going to have problems, are we, young lady?” he asked her, eyebrows raised.

“No sir,” she assured him. In her heart of hearts, she did mean that, too. Whether or not she could make good on it? Well, that would be a different question. She watched as he began down the stairs. They were creaky, and dusty, and she did not want to follow him down into the creepy place. Even though it had just been a few days ago that she’d gone down there by herself.

Following him down the stairs, she continued to check her surroundings at every step. Dust, a lot of dust. But no spiders. At least not yet. Apparently, her constant checking for spiders slowed her down, quite a bit. Nat was on the other side of the room, near the laundry area, by the time she was two thirds of the way down the steps. At the base of the stairs, Alyssa looked up, and saw him standing near the washer and dryer, looking somewhat irritated with her.

‘Uh oh,’ her brain said. ‘Better get a move on.’ Gulping, she moved, as quickly, as she could make herself go, across the basement floor, over to where Nat was. Once she was standing in front of him, she waited for him to begin. Lecture, order her to do something, anything.

Instead, he just stared at her for a moment. The staring thing. She hated the staring thing. It was a stare of disapproval. That is what it was. Alyssa hated it.

Finally, he moved. Though she wasn’t sure she liked his moving any better. Circling with his hand, he indicated for her to turn. She turned one hundred and eighty degrees, so that her backside was facing him. ‘Something he looks at far too often’ her brain commented. Mentally, she agreed with herself. Within two seconds, she felt her skirt being lifted up and the cool air sweeping in around her legs. Two seconds later something heavy was fastened to the collar of the uniform school shirt. When she heard noise behind her, that of Nat moving, and doing…something, Alyssa did not want to ponder what it was. She was certain of one thing. Whatever the weight was, it had attached the hem of her skirt to her collar.

‘Please don’t lower my panties, please don’t lower them,’ she thought to herself. It was almost as if he heard her. Because the next thing that he did was pull her panties down to rest right below her cheeks. ‘Ugh, great.’ It was the sort of situation that made her want to smack her own hand to her own forehead. Alyssa waited, braced herself for the first stinging smack. It didn’t come. Instead she got another surprise. Nat wasn’t spanking her, at least not yet. She watched, silently, as he was emptying all the clothes out of the dryer into one of the empty laundry baskets.

‘Maybe,’ her brain began, ‘maybe he is going to make you crawl into the dryer and stay there until you promise to behave.’ The thought made her wince, and not just mentally. Her brothers used to scare her with that threat all the time when she was little. If Nat noticed her wince, he didn’t comment on it. He was ominously quiet, actually, Alyssa realized.

Before she had a second to panic about his being quiet, he placed the overflowing basket in front of her. “Fold,” he ordered, and then turned and went back to the machines before she could say anything. Picking up a shirt, Alyssa began to clumsily fold it, redoing it over, and over, as she watched Nat transfer the laundry from the washer to the dryer, and start that machine. Then he put a new load of laundry in the washing machine, and started that one. When he started to turn back towards her, she quickly lowered her head, paying great attention to the shirt in her hands, ensuring that it was folded perfectly.

She listened Nat footsteps as he covered the five steps between the machines and where she stood. Alyssa could feel him standing there. ‘Concentrate on folding, concentrate on the shirt,’ she repeated the thought over and over to herself. ‘You’re doing what you were told to, so concentrate on that.’

Nat cleared his throat, and obvious indication that he wanted her attention. She did pause for a moment, still working to fold the same item. Only a moment, though. Then, she went back to folding, making sure that the shirt was folded exactly into thirds. “Finding clever ways to waste time?” she heard Nat’s voice, from right next to her.

While she didn’t look at him, Alyssa did straighten up, and raised her head up to be parallel with the ground. He did the rest of the work for her, grasping her chin, and making her look up at him. “All this time, Alyssa, there should be a stack of clothes done, already.”

“Well, I” she began, and was surprised and annoyed, when he cut her off. Even more so, by the fact, that he was able to, just by shaking his head.

“No excuses,” he said to her. She heard him sigh, and then, he surprised her, again. He actually smiled at her. Not a huge, happy smile. But a smile, nonetheless. “I suppose it all ties into one of the lessons you’re learning for the day. Lying and making up excuses is what we’re going to address, at the moment, anyway.”

He’d let go of her chin, and Alyssa continued fold the same shirt. Well, fold wasn’t the correct word anymore. At this point she was rolling it around and around in her hands, as she grew more anxious. When she felt Nat take hold of her upper arm, she was ready to cry and beg for mercy, even though nothing had happened yet.

She allowed herself to be led over to the sofa. Nat sat down, and Alyssa readied herself to be put over his knee. Instead, he guided her to be standing in front of him, and took the shirt from her hands. “This is going to remain strictly related to school, Alyssa,” Nat said to her. ‘Great,’ she thought to herself. ‘That alone could make it so she wouldn’t be able to sit for the rest of her life.’

“Are there other times in the past where there has been dishonest? Yes,” he continued. Alyssa was forcing herself to listen. “If necessary we will address those, but I do not think that going back and reliving every single one is healthy. In the future, you should know, by now, that the behavior won’t be tolerated. Yes?”

Alyssa nodded.

“Yes,” Nat repeated.

“Yes, sir,” she said, reminding herself that she was always supposed to reply verbally.

“Good girl,” he said to her. Alyssa managed to bring herself to look into his face. He never had an actual facial expression, which was usual. But for some reason, she thought that he looked, proud, maybe?

“Now,” she felt herself being moved over to his side, as he talked, and knew he was about to spank her “I think we can address that intentional waste of time with a quick spanking right here.”

Before she could even get a word out, Alyssa felt his hand fly down onto her bottom. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It was just his hand, but it hurt like the dickens. Alyssa struggled to avoid the blows from his hand. His large, calloused and punishing hand that managed to cover both of her cheeks at once. But no matter what direction she attempted to shift her body in, he continued to smack her tush, and seemingly harder when she attempted to avoid it.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

It seemed like it went on forever. When she’d look back on it, she’d later realize it was one of the shortest, and lightest, spankings, she’d ever receive from Nat. But it certainly didn’t feel that way now. No, at this current moment, it felt like her bottom was on fire and she couldn’t survive any more, yet he kept going.

She gave up, Alyssa gave up. Something she hated to do. She gave up, and stopped fighting the punishment, feeling Nat’s disappointment behind every smack of his hand. It didn’t mean that her body didn’t physically react, and try to fight the stinging swats. But mentally, she’d accepted the situation. About ten seconds after that, the barrage of smacks to her bottom stopped.

Alyssa forced herself to breathe, long deep breaths. She’d been close to hyperventilating. When she managed to calm down, both breathing and tears, she felt herself being lifted up and set on her feet.

Nat was staring at her again, that assessing look. While she hated that look, it wasn’t like she could do anything about it. Yelling or complaining about it wasn’t going to do her much good. All it was going to do, was get her another spanking. Come on, she thought to herself, just hurry up and finish looking for whatever it is, and then hug me.

Whatever he was looking for, he saw it. That was for sure. But the hug didn’t happen. Instead, Nat stood up from the couch, once again taking hold of her upper arm, and led her back over to where the basket of clothes were. Alyssa went without a fight or struggle, not just because she’d just been spanked. Because she was shocked as well. There was no hug? Since when was there no hug?

When his arm dropped around her shoulders she felt a tad bit better. It was like half of a hug. Especially when he squeezed her shoulder, once they were standing at the basket of clothes. “This isn’t an easy lesson to learn, Lyssa,” he said. When she glanced up, she saw that he was looking down at her, apparently waiting for her to look up. He had a smile on his face. “None of this is. I’m proud of you for wanting to learn it, for wanting to grow. I know how much you want that hug, little one.”

Alyssa felt tears begin to come to her eyes when he said that. Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she attempted to will them to go away. It didn’t work well, but she did try. Instead, she felt the pads of Nat’s thumbs, brushing the few tears away. Still not opening her eyes, she heard his voice as he said quietly, “I will give you all the hugs in the world when we’re done here, Lyssa. But I’m not going to toy with your emotions by disciplining you, and comforting, and then disciplining you again, so quickly in succession.”

It took her a moment, but she opened her eyes. Looking up at him, Alyssa nodded her understanding. It did make sense, and while she didn’t necessarily like it, it was the kinder thing to do in the end. She attempted to give Nat a teary smile and almost managed to. He gave her a whole smile back which did make her feel better.

A few seconds later, she felt his arm drop from around her shoulders. “All right, young lady,” his voice had gone back to that somewhat stern tone. “Back to folding, no dawdling this time.”

Alyssa jumped when he swatted her behind before walking about two feet back to where the living room like seating area was and leaning against the sofa.