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

It was after that fourth spanking, he noticed that Alyssa could no longer keep her hands from sneaking back, and soothing her bottom. He’d sent her back to folding, and was observing her, just as he’d done the previous times. For the first minute, maybe two, she’d done well. The sting of the paddle, combined with the previous punishments from the morning, and the accumulated effects of the previous days, were taking a toll on her.

He walked over to where she was lost in her thoughts. So deep inside her own head, that she didn’t even hear his approach. It wasn’t until he stood next to her, and cleared his throat, that she seemed to realize his presence, and her predicament. Her hands flew off her bottom, immediately, grabbing a piece of laundry to fold. While she’d been looking at the floor previously, head bowed, it had been her natural state. Now, she was purposely doing so, in an effort to avoid looking at him.

Nat didn’t say anything to her. Instead, he grabbed one of his neck ties, from the basket of laundry, and took hold of her left wrist. Her right arm stilled immediately, and he held out his hand, waiting. There was a moment of hesitation, but she placed her wrist into his grasp.

Efficiently and quickly, he wrapped the slick material around her wrists, and secured it tightly. Only then, did he reach under her chin, and guide her head up, so he could look into her eyes. He didn’t think that he had ever seen her look so forlorn, after having her hands tied in front of her like that.

He looked down into her eyes, letting go of her chin, and said quietly, “you’re doing well, young lady.”

She nodded, and then whispered, “Thank you, sir.” Two tears fell from her eyes. She was ashamed, Nat could see that.

“Hand me a piece of laundry,” he said quietly. She’d gone back to looking at the floor, and while the instruction had obviously surprised her, she didn’t look up at him again. Nat waited, and watched. Alyssa was still processing everything. She handed him a t-shirt, which he folded quickly, handed back to her, nodding his head towards the pile of folded clothing. She seemed to understand, as she placed it onto the correct pile, and then handed him another piece of clothing.

They continued, Alyssa handing him pieces of laundry that he would then fold, working in silence. After what seemed like far too short of a time to realistically be fifteen minutes, Nat informed her that it was, indeed, time to take another dose of her medicine. He made his way over to the where the sofa and barstool were, and waited for her to follow. Alyssa reluctantly approached him, eyes downcast.

He knew she wasn’t stalling, he’d spank her if he thought she was. No, he knew Alyssa by this time, and was aware that she was having a mental argument with no one but herself. It wasn’t a purposeful gesture to her, but he made the fifth one quick and light, as well.

After that fifth spanking Nat began to lecture, again, keeping his voice quiet the entire time. He talked about lying, making up excuses. How it tarnished her credibility. How it didn’t matter that no one found out, that many times people didn’t need to, many times people could tell. Not only was her credibility something she would have to worry about, but people would wonder if they could trust her. Next time she called in to work sick with the flu, would people wonder if she really had the flu? Had she damaged her credibility at work already?

He knew his words were certainly having an impact because there were tears streaming down her face. Part of him wanted to be merciful and stop the lecture that was very much a part of her punishment. But the rest of him knew that would not result in anything good. So, he continued, speaking slowly, and firmly, as they worked through the laundry. This time he was almost glad when the fifteen minutes was up.

For the sixth spanking, he sat down on the sofa and pulled her between his knees, quietly discussing the reasons that she was in the predicament that she was. It was definitely changing things, which he knew would throw her off. He also was aware that he’d given her a break, the last two. So, for this and the next one, he’d have to harden himself, steel himself against her tears. There was a purpose to this. There was a purpose to punishment. It was to stop something from happening again.

Keeping that in mind, Nat guided her a step back, and to his side, before pulling her over his knees. Removing his one leg from underneath hers, he clamped it down on top of hers, the vice like effect, helping prevent any kicking. Her hands weren’t an issue at the moment as they remained secured in front of her. He patted her bottom with his hand, getting her attention. When her head shot straight up, he knew she was feeling everything and more. Then, he placed the paddle on her bottom and glanced up at the clock, waiting until the second hand clicked by the twelve. The moment it did, he began to spank Alyssa with the paddle, on the center of her bottom, not pausing at all, for one minute.

It felt like there was lead in her feet when she was walking over to him. Alyssa knew she deserved this, she had no question about it, at this point. But, just because she knew she deserved it, that didn’t mean she was running right over to put herself over his lap. She was in pain, in fact, she was fairly certain she was hallucinating, but she was almost certain that the last two times he’d spanked her, Nat hadn’t been as hard on her. But, she had to have imagined that. At least, she was pretty sure that she imagined that.

There was no question in her mind that this spanking was different than all the others. For starters, he didn’t make her bend over the bar stool. Part of her was grateful for that, and part of her not so much. Somehow, the disappointment that she felt from him, when he spanked her, was so much greater when she was over his knee.

No, there had been no embarrassment struggling to get over the bar stool and have her bottom up in the air, the way she’d learned it was supposed to be when punished. Instead, Nat pulled her over his lap, her bottom sticking straight up in the air, that way. To make things nearly worse, he had placed one of his legs atop of the both of hers. They both knew that between the two of them, he was the stronger one. She would struggle, nonetheless, but it would be a natural reaction. Her legs would be pinned. It wasn’t as if her hands could be much help to her, they were still tied.

Just the situation was enough to make her cry. Until she felt the two light smacks on her bottom. While she knew they were just to draw her thoughts to the present, they hurt! But…maybe he was just going to use his hand? That hope was dashed about a second later when she felt the wood of the paddle resting, once again, on her bottom.

‘How many would he do this time,’ Alyssa wondered to herself. ‘Was he going to spank the thighs again?’ Many, many thoughts began to fly through her head. There was something he seemed to be waiting for. Typically, he’d let her feel the paddle and then just start. But there was something else at play.

Whatever it was, she didn’t like it. Because as there was time to wait, her brain kept going. She began to come up with so many questions about what might happen that she wasn’t prepared for the first smack of that paddle. Not the first or what felt like hundreds that followed. She couldn’t control herself this time, though she tried. By the end of the short time, she’d gone from struggling, to screaming, to sobbing.

Nat kept her over his lap until her sobs stopped, she’d quieted. Then he put her back on her feet. The fact that he didn’t take her into his arms and give her a hug, that was worse than that sixth spanking. It was worse than all of the spankings combined, Alyssa thought to herself. She glanced up at him for a moment and could tell by his face that he wasn’t taking it all that well either. In that one moment, though, she didn’t care. She hurt from the spanking, and she hurt from him not caring.

A moment later, he stood up also. Back to folding, she thought to herself, ready to lead the way to the pile of laundry, opposed to following him. Nat was already in front of her because of where he had stood up. He did take an additional step, creating a bit more distance. Alyssa was ready to catch up, work her way over to the laundry pile, when she observed him, not continuing that way, but sitting down again. This time, taking a seat on the arm of the sofa.

Reaching over, he held out his hand, and Alyssa walked right over to him. Part of her brain thinking she was going to get a hug, and the other part telling her not to be stupid. There was no hug. Nat guided her to stand in front of him, once again, holding her between his knees, and once again began to lecture. “Moreover, Alyssa,” he said to her, “what am I supposed to think?”
She automatically looked at the floor. Why did he always lecture and bring up stuff she didn’t want to talk about? Why had she asked him to this in the first place? She was surprised when he reached out and pulled her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. He hadn’t cleared his throat or anything like that first.

He’d just done so, as he continued, “I know that you take some medications that can cause you to become quite ill. And, I also know that you have abused that fact and used it as an excuse, when in fact you were not ill at all. So, if I talk to you on the phone or you come over here and tell me that you were sick, or you’re not feeling well, can I believe you? Am I going to need to have you come to my office, every time you are purportedly ‘ill’, bend over my lap so I can take you temperature, just to be sure?”

She felt herself turn bright red, and responded, “they only do that for babies.”

“Oh, no, they do for adults too,” he informed her. “It’s actually gives the most correct reading of all the methods available for reading ones’ body temperature.”
Damn him, she thought to herself. How did he know that? She was the one that worked in the health field. She was the one that read all the health journals. Yes, he happened to be right, but why did he even know that in the first place?!

“However, the correct way to take ones temperature is beside the point, Alyssa. How am I going to know when you’re truly sick? I know you’ve lied to me about it in the past. I also know that, many times, you don’t always, seem to, learn your lesson about things, the first, second or third time. So, we may be talking about it now, but that doesn’t mean that it’s going to sink into this head right here.”


Nat couldn’t help but smile to himself. She looked so infuriated over the fact that he knew the rectal temperature was the most accurate. Knowing her as he did, she would start to focus on that, and only that, if he didn’t draw her back.

“However,” he said a bit louder than necessary, breaking into her thoughts. “The correct way to take ones temperature is beside the point, Alyssa. How am I going to know when you’re truly sick? I know you’ve lied to me about it in the past. I also know that, many times, you don’t always, seem to, learn your lesson about things, the first, second or third time. So, we may be talking about it now, but that doesn’t mean that it’s going to sink into this head right here.”

Nat tapped the side of her skull lightly. There were tears flowing down her face. “Something to think about, isn’t it, young lady,” he said to her, and waited for her to nod. He’d decided to nix the chore of folding clothes, and just finish the last one. The surprise was obvious in her eyes, thought she didn’t comment or object as he took her arm and, once again, pulled her over his knee.

Nat made sure that this last spanking clearly emphasized his points, hitting the lower spots on her bottom, and making sure that she felt his displeasure with her actions. She was sobbing by the time the seventh spanking was done. He set her back on her feet, and pulled her towards him for a hug. A quick hug.

She was sobbing like someone just told her Starbucks was going out of business. However, deep down, he wasn’t satisfied that she had learned her lesson yet. As far as Nat was concerned, lying was something that came far too easily to Alyssa. It was going to get her into large amounts of trouble one day.

The bar stool that she’d been bent over previously was the same one that he’d made her sit on for time out the other day. Detaching himself from the hug, he picked her up, carried her over the few feet and set her down, not too gently on the stool. “Five minutes,” he said to her, before walking away.

Precisely five minutes later Nat came back. Alyssa was sitting as still as she possibly could on the stool. Nat moved a load of clothes from the washer over to the dryer. Loaded up the washing machine and started both running. Walking back over to where Alyssa was, he stood in front of her and lifted her chin from her chest. “I know it hurts, Lyssa, and I know you’re sorry. But lying is one of these things that we keep talking about over and over. It has to stop.” She nodded her head, he could tell she was anxious to prove that she understood.

“Now, I know your tush is sore, but unfortunately, I don’t think the lesson I want to communicate has quite been learned today,” Nat said to her.

“You’re going to spank me again?” Alyssa asked him, fearfully.

“No,” Nat said, with a tight smile. “I had something else in mind. This is one lesson I intend for you to remember for the rest of your life. And because of that, I don’t think a spanking is enough. It will be very, very effective though, young lady. We’ll call it a bonus, hmm?”