The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement - Part Seven

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The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement – Part Seven
A Nat and Alyssa Story

By the time Nat raised the paddle up to give her the 13th stroke, Alyssa would have done anything to make it stop. SMACK! It burned and stung like nothing she’d felt before. Not because of the paddle. It was because he was spanking the same spots over and over. He had her bent over the stool in such a way that her body was jack knifed. The skin beneath her bottom cheeks was pulled taut, so that one couldn’t tell where the skin from her cheeks ended and the skin from her thighs began.

That was the precise area where Nat kept landing that paddle over, and over, both on the right and left side. SMACK! That was the 14th stroke, it was on her left thigh. It had seemed horribly slow before, but now the burning and pain was continuing and unending, the time between each stroke of the paddle didn’t matter as much.

SMACK! SMACK! The fifteenth and sixteenth strokes came quickly, one on the right and then one of the left. Alyssa wondered if he would do the rest quickly. It was as if by having the thought she jinxed herself, because there after the two there was nothing.

No swats, no taps. She couldn’t hear him walking or pacing, though the sound of her own tears might have drown out any other noise. It was a relatively long time, she thought, as she was no longer crying heavily. Quiet tears remained but that was all. It was a pause long enough, that she let her muscles relax.

The fatal mistake, of course. The moment her muscles relaxed, SMACK! the seventeenth came flying down, this time lower, on the upper part of her thigh. The pain was immense, but Alyssa didn’t shriek in pain this time.

The sound she made was more like a moan of pain and regret. The fire in her backside was renewed, which brought on a fresh wave of tears.

To go right along with the tears, Nat was kind enough to pace out the last four. SMACK! Again on her upper thigh, the opposite leg. She knew his unhappiness, she could feel it.

One minute passed as Alyssa cried. SMACK! Again he punished her thigh. While she didn’t scream out, she couldn’t stop the tears that came.

Another 45 seconds went by. SMACK! This one landed on her opposite thigh. Her tears gained renewed vigor from the stroke.

That was the twentieth stroke, one left to go. She honestly wasn’t sure how much time passed between that and the last one. But she knew that the last one was the hardest. It always was. SMACK! Not only was it the hardest, but it covered both of her legs, the under curve of her cheeks, a portion of her thighs, and a portion of her bottom crack.

She didn’t even bother shrieking out in pain. Not that the pain wasn’t excruciating, it was. But it was somehow easier to just stay over the bar stool, and sob. Alyssa knew she deserved the punishment, she wasn’t going to fight it. She accepted it. She was done screaming and fighting it.

Once it was done, she knew the routine. Nat would always give her that moment of privacy. He’d go over to the sitting area where the ugly couch was. The place where he would leave the paddle. That was also where he’d get a moment to take a breath for himself. It was a moment that was supposedly for her, but really for them both.

Alyssa heard his footsteps as he walked over to the sofa and she could hear him as he walked back over to her. She knew when he was standing next to the damn bar stool that she was draped over. Closing her eyes, she waited to feel Nat take hold of her arm and help her stand up. Neither happened. Instead, she felt his hand on her back. Not gripping, rubbing or anything she would have expected. Just sitting there, flat on her back.

“Well, Alyssa,” he finally said. She didn’t even realize that her eyes had been closed until he spoke. The sound of his voice, his words, startled her out of whatever thought process she had been lost in, and her eyes flew open. “That was your third one.”

‘Ugh, he is right,’ she thought to herself. ‘I wasn’t exactly a model person for behavior either.’

“So, now,” he was speaking slowly, and it was driving her nuts. “A decision has to be made. If I let you off at seven, are you truly going to learn your lesson? Or would it be better to go to 28, just to be sure?”

Alyssa sucked in her breath, waiting to hear whatever her fate would be. “If you have any thoughts, tell me now, young lady,” Nat told her. That one could have bowled her over in surprise.


Nat looked at the small figure draped over the barstool, shaking with sobs. ‘I did that to her,’ he thought to himself. Yes, she asked me too. Yes, it is to help her clear her conscience. Yes, in the grand scheme of things, she probably deserved it for all of those shenanigans. But when he looked over again at the small girl, nearly curled up over the small bar stool, crying and attempting to comfort herself, it tore at his heart.

He walked over to her, keeping his pace steady, moderate. When he was at her side, he wasn’t sure what the best thing was to do, so he merely put his hand on her back, drawing her attention. “Well, Alyssa, that was your third one.”

He took a breath, “so now a decision has to be made. If I let you off at seven, are you truly going to learn your lesson? Or would it be better to go to 28, just to be sure?”

He heard her audibly suck in her breath, and knew she was waiting to her hear fate. “If you have any thoughts, tell me now, young lady,” Nat commented. For a moment, he thought she stopped breathing. But, then he heard her breathe, felt her body move again.

“I,” she began, and then stopped. “I did not behave the way that you expected me to, the way you wanted me to,” she said, haltingly. “And I’m sorry for that,” he heard her choke down a sob. “I will accept all 28 of the punishments, you don’t have to worry about any kind of fight from me. I know that I deserve them.”

Nat saw tears drip from her eyes and hit the floor. “Yes, you do,” he commented. Then, he took hold of her arm, and helped her to her feet. Turning her, so that they were facing one another, he said, “and I’m glad that you can admit that, Alyssa.” He hooked his finger under her chin and raised it up so that he was looking into her eyes. “Because you can, I think we only need to go to 7.”

He watched her eyes open wide and for a moment she was, truly speechless. Nat let go of her chin, letting her move her head around as she pleased. Immediately, she was looking at the floor again. “Thank you, sir,” she said, quietly.

Nat nodded, a smile playing near the corners of his mouth. “Mind those hands, Alyssa,” he warned, as he turned her towards he pile of laundry and sent her on her way with a light pat to her bottom. Even a slight touch of his hand caused her to grimace. Oh, yes, she was certainly going to learn her lesson with this one.

He let her fold in silence, watching to ensure that her hands didn’t sneak around to her bottom and attempt to rub the pain away. He saw the few attempts where she most likely had to consciously work to stop herself from reaching back, but to her credit, she did so. The fifteen minutes passed quickly. Too quickly, this time.

Nat did not want to call her back over to him, both of them knowing what was going to happen. But he knew what had to happen. He’d remained firm to his resolve, see the entire punishment through to the end. But, at the same time, he thought, just this next one, just for the fourth one, he didn’t have to be as harsh. Lyssa was already in a good deal of pain, and there was not a doubt in his mind that she felt shamed, understood the level of his disappointment. Yes, for this next one, he didn’t see a problem with using less force behind each swing with the paddle.