The Cold Snap – Part One
A Nat and Alyssa Story
They’d been in the house for close to a week, and the weather did not show any sign of letting up. Since the day that he’d punished her for lying, Nat had refused to punish Alyssa for the last item on that list. He was blocking out of his mind, the fact that the one lengthy list, was only the first semester.
Refusing to address that last item, however, did not mean that he hadn’t put her back over his knee, for a number of firm reminders, multiple times a day, every day. That girl could find trouble where no one else could. While he constantly claimed his arm would last longer than her bottom ever would, given the last few days, and the amount of times he’d used that hairbrush, he was beginning to doubt his own statement.
It was the fifth evening that turned out to be quite an interesting event. He’d found himself giving Alyssa an increasing amount of spankings for attitude. It was an hour before dinner that Alyssa just pushed things too far. “Alyssa, that’s enough,” Nat told her, using a tone she was familiar with.
He watched as she practically pulled out the kitchen chair for him to sit down on. Yes, she was expecting him to put her over his knee and give her a hand spanking. Not this time, he thought grimly to himself. “Into the living room, young lady,” he said firmly. The shock was quite evident on her face, however, she didn’t argue with him.
“Into the living room, young lady,” Nat said. Alyssa felt her eyes widen. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t going to worry about it, most likely he was just going to sit down on the couch, and put her over his knee there. Make it more comfortable for her, that was for sure.
She wasn’t quite sure what had been going on lately, but ever since that evening that he’d punished her for lying to him, Nat had been downright nice to her. ‘Well,’ she thought, as she walked to stand in front of the couch, ‘nice isn’t the right word to use. Nat was always nice to her. At least now. Wouldn’t have ever applied that term to him five years ago. It was more that he was, soft maybe? He certainly was letting her get away with a whole lot more than he used to.’
She stood in front of the couch and waited for him to come and take a seat. It was almost too easy. Taking a seat, she got lost in her own thoughts. A spanking with his hand, yes it stung, but it didn’t last long, and he didn’t even spank that long. She could have as much attitude as she wanted.
Looking up, she saw Nat standing in the door jamb of the kitchen entrance to the living room. He was leaning against it, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. “What do you think you are doing, little girl?” he asked her.
“I, uh, you said to come into the living room,” Alyssa replied, now flustered.
“Yes,” he told her, “for what purpose, Alyssa? And I suggest you be more respectful with your answers.”
She gulped, this was new. “For punishment,” she said.
“I’m sorry, what was that,” he looked so casual leaning there like he was.
“To spank me,” she tried again.
“Didn’t quite get that either,” he shook his head.
‘And it’s all coming back to bite you in the ass, literally,’ her brain told her.
“Because I misbehaved and gave you attitude,” Alyssa said, finally, feeling her confidence about the light punishment going out the window. Her shoulders grew slack, “and so we’re here so you can spank me or punish me how you decide, sir.” Once she got the words out she felt awful. Worse than awful.
“I see,” Nat replied. He still didn’t move though. “How do I usually punish you?”
“You spank me, sir,” Alyssa said quietly, forcing herself to raise her head up.
“Is that all,” he asked.
“Time out and you make me swallow that oil,” she found herself admitting.
“I do intend to spank you,” he stood up, from the leaning position. “But we’ll no longer be using my hand.”
Alyssa felt her eyes grow wide at this declaration.
“Just as we’ve passed the stage of bending you over my knee.” She didn’t think it was possible, but her eyes grew even wider. “Come stand behind the couch, you know what to do.”
Alyssa thought she was frozen, for a moment, she couldn’t seem to move. But she stood up and walked to stand behind the couch. There was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that told her this was what she thought, but she cast her eyes back at Nat in a hopeful glance. Nope, no chance he was going to give her a break on anything.
Alyssa tried to give herself a pep talk, but that didn’t work well. All that happened was she made herself both paranoid and gave herself a guilt trip. Stupid brain. Finally, she did the only thing she could think of. Congratulations Nike slogan, she thought to herself: Just Do It.
She hooked her fingers into the sides of her sweats and panties, squeezed her eyes shut, counted to three and pushed them down. Keeping her eyes squeezed tightly closed, she shuffled her way forward until her hips touched the couch.
Once she felt the scratchy fabric, she knew where she was and what she was supposed to do. Eyes shut, she took another deep breath, and then bent herself over the back of the couch, reaching and grabbing one of the side pillows to hold onto as she moved forward.
Listening closely, she heard Nat walking up behind her. She wasn’t sure which was worse, the sigh of disappointment or the sound of his belt as he pulled it through the loops of his pants. The sigh, she decided, the disappointment that it held was the worse.
WHISH SMACK! She heard the piece of leather fly through the air before she felt the actual impact and then searing pain. “Argh,” she lurched forward, yet with nowhere to go as the couch prevented her from moving.
She’d forgotten how much his belt hurt. WHISH SMACK!
He wasn’t talking. WHISH SMACK!
That was odd. WHISH SMACK!
Nat usually lectured, WHISH SMACK!
Or yelled, WHISH SMACK!
Or something, WHISH SMACK!
When he punished her. WHISH SMACK! WHISH SMACK! WHISH SMACK!
WHISH SMACK! WHISH SMACK! WHISH SMACK! WHISH SMACK! WHISH SMACK!
Alyssa managed to keep a mental count up to fifteen, and it was then that Nat began his quiet lecture. He spoke about how her attitude had been horrible the past few days. How he’d been light in punishing her because of the harsh spankings she’d just received.
Nat told her that it saddened and disappointed him greatly that she would take advantage of his kindness, that he was willing to do that, and use it as an opportunity to walk all over him. To flaunt her attitude, be disrespectful and enjoy it. He told her that it gave him no pleasure, punishing her, that he had hoped she had learned her lesson by now regarding her attitude. If not her own attitude, at least basic respect for others.
Nat finished speaking and gave Alyssa five more solid strokes with the belt before stopping. He gave her a moment, while he threaded his belt back through the pant loops. ‘Damn child,’ he thought to himself, ‘she knows better, she does. But she does it anyway.’ Shaking his head, he just watched her for a moment, shaking with sobs, draped over the back of his couch. Did she truly realize how much it took for him to do that?
Five years ago, back when she was ‘his student’, his thoughts would have been difference, had it not been completely illegal. He wouldn’t have hesitated to give her the spanking she deserved, and she deserved many. He came close a few times. Very close. Too close. When he thought about it, sometimes he thought she wanted him to. Not that it mattered now.
But that was a completely different time. She was just a student, one that he might have cared about, in that he wanted to see her graduate and leave. Perhaps, he took time to be concerned about her, cared about her wellbeing. He never was sure about that one. But, he was certain, that five years ago, the site before him, knowing that he was the one, to have inflicted that punishment, it wouldn’t have bothered him.
Now, well, he really, truly hoped Alyssa knew how difficult it was for him.
Going over to her, he placed one hand on her lower back, rubbing small, slow circles, until he heard her breathing calm. She had a death grip on the pillow, and he wasn’t going to attempt to take it away from her. He plucked her up, turning her over in his arms, and sat down in the larger chair. Alyssa immediately buried her face in his chest, curled up in his arms, and was crying, while intermittingly apologizing.
Nat stroked her back, and quietly soothed her, telling her over and over that everything was okay. That she was loved, and she was forgiven. It only took a few moments before she was fast asleep. With everything that he’d included in his lecture, he knew that she’d want to talk about them. However, for now, it was best to let her rest.
Without meaning to, he dozed off himself, both waking 45 minutes later. Talking would have to wait, Nat thought to himself as he eased Alyssa off his lap. He sent her upstairs to wash up for dinner, knowing that she’d want to wash her face, and change her clothes. Dinner involved reheating, otherwise known as microwaving two plates of food. Nat made quick work of it, thinking about Alyssa.
She been behaving well, except for the small bouts of attitude. If the rest of the evening went smoothly, perhaps he’d let her off of that bedtime spanking. Surprise her with that. She’d behaved extraordinarily well during that strapping he’d just given her. Yes, he thought to himself, laying out the plan in his mind. She’d be waiting in her bedroom for him to come in and give her that pesky, repetitive bedtime spanking before tucking her in.
He’d call her into his room, as he did when he spanked her occasionally, it wouldn’t put her out of her element. Then he’d tell her than instead of the spanking, he would put some cold crème on her recently bruised bottom, and, while she was relaxing they would talk. It was perfect, he thought to himself as he placed to second plate down on the table.
Taking a seat, he began to eat his own food before it got cold. He knew Alyssa would be along any minute, but he picked up a magazine anyway. A moment later, Alyssa came in the kitchen, and straight over to the table. “I’m sorry, Nat,” he heard her say.
Placing the magazine down on the table for a moment, he saw that she hadn’t sat down yet. Her face told him that she needed the reassurance that he’d forgiven her. “I know you are, Lyssa, I forgive you. I promise.” He smiled at her, and waited until she managed a small smile back.
“Good girl,” he said, “you’ll want to eat your meal before it gets cold.” He gestured towards the plate of food. Alyssa nodded earnestly and took a seat, while at the same time Nat picked up his magazine and continued reading. He heard the exclamation of pain, and was thankful for the magazine in front of his face. A smile crossed his lips upon hearing it. Nothing like a well spanked bottom attempting to sit on a wood chair.
She was having a good deal of trouble. More than that. Alyssa couldn’t sit still in her chair, for long enough, to swallow a single bite of food. Nat let her antics go on for two minutes, before he put a stop to it. “Alyssa, that’s enough,” he said quietly, but there was no mistaking the firm, warning in his tone.
“I know you have a sore bottom, you’ve been punished a good deal in the past few days, and quite harshly a few hours ago. If your tush wasn’t still feeling some the effects, there would be something very wrong. I’d say we’d need to go back and re-do the punishments.” He heard her gasp at that.
“I suspect you’re going to feel that sting, and be uncomfortable for a while,” he told her. He paused for half a second before continuing, his tone still firm but a certain gentleness was there for the next sentence. Only the next sentence. “I know you were punished, I know it hurts, and I do forgive you, sweetheart.”
When he saw her smile just a tad, he went back to the straight firmness of voice, “But, you will not act like a Mexican jumping bean at this table. Now, either sit down, sit still and eat your dinner, or I’ll help you to do so. I do not think you want my assistance.”
Going back to his meal, Nat watched from the corner of his eye, as she attempted to find a comfortable position to sit, which meant she was still moving around. “I’m going to give you to the count of three, young lady,” he said, not looking over. The warning was conveyed in his tone.
“One….” She was still moving.
“Two….” still moving.
“Three.”
Alyssa stopped, obviously in pain, and not happy with the way she was sitting, but not wanting to get into more trouble. There was an obvious pout on her face, but he decided to ignore that for the moment.
Glancing over at her, Nat remarked, “Very good, now eat your dinner.”
Getting her to sit still was only the beginning. There was another issue that he hadn’t foreseen. The dinner. It was fish. Alyssa didn’t like fish. She’d been known to eat it, but she didn’t like it. It wasn’t until Nat had polished off his plate, that he noticed Alyssa had eaten all of the asparagus and a bit of the potato, but that was it. He didn’t say anything, for the moment. Instead he rose, took his plate to the sink, rinsed it, set it down to be washed, and then went back to sit at the table with a magazine.
“Very good, now eat your dinner,” Nat said after quickly glancing at her. If anything the quick glance made her lower lip go out more. Was he nuts? This was fish. She wasn’t going to eat fish. She hated fish.
She pulled her lip back in, pout vanishing from her face, when she saw Nat stand up and take his dishes over to the sink. He seemed to be in another world. Were the magazines really that interesting? Maybe she could just slip away or ask to be excused and he wouldn’t notice? Now was a good time since he was at the sink, clearing his dishes. He was bound to go into the living room after to be more comfortable in reading…whatever it was that he read.
Except he didn’t. He rinsed off his dishes and came back to the table. Sitting down and continuing to read the same magazine. Alyssa wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Nat was done with his dinner. So why had he come back to the table? “Um, Nat?” she said hesitantly.
“Hmm yes, what is it Alyssa,” he responded, not putting down the magazine.
“May I be excused,” she asked, already moving to get up.
“No,” he responded, “now, sit your bottom back down in that chair.”
How did he know that she had even moved? She hated his ability to do that. Still, she sat back down, the pain in her rear end soaring, the minute her bottom actually touched the seat. She heard him turn a page of the magazine, and then he said, “Alyssa, you may leave the table when you’ve eaten everything on that plate.”
“You know, shouldn’t we at least, you know, talk about that last item on the list?” Alyssa asked him. Divert attention, distract, ditch the fish.
“Not tonight,” Nat answered, turning the page of the magazine. God, he wouldn’t even put the thing down.
“What do you mean, not tonight?” she demanded. “Can’t you, for once, talk to me about something, because I want to talk about it?!”
This time, Nat did put down the magazine. However, now, she wished he would put it in front of his face again. “Young lady, watch your tone when you speak to me,” he said, his voice steely. “If we were to talk about it, here is what I’d say. You can’t even sit still in that chair, your bottom hurts, so much. If you think, I’m going to use a cane on you, given the amount of pain you’re still feeling, you’ve got another one coming. It would serve absolutely no purpose.”
“God, you’re awful!” Alyssa screamed at him. “I already knew that! I’m not dumb, god dammit! You’re horrible, and mean, and you make stupid rules, and you say one thing, and then do another, ugh!” She burst into tears, and put her head down on the table, sobbing.
Nat did nothing which surprised her. He didn’t come, and take her into his arms, and hold her, like he usually did when she was sobbing. He didn’t yell at her for screaming at him. He just sighed, and said, “eat your dinner Alyssa.”
Sitting up, Alyssa wiped her tears away, slapping at them until they were gone. “I don’t like fish,” Alyssa informed him, stabbing the piece of food with the fork. Stabbing wasn’t even the right word, she thought to herself, as she looked at the plate. More like poking at it. Poking at it with enough force that it would move maybe half a millimeter.
“You don’t have to like it,” she heard Nat reply. “You will still eat it.”
Like hell I will, she thought to herself. There was absolutely no way that she would eat that fish. If he wouldn’t let her move from the table until she cleared her plate, or whatever the terminology was, that was fine. This was one thing where she knew she could outlast him.
Setting the utensils down on the table, now bored with poking at the food, Alyssa sat back in the chair. He wanted her to sit there, she could sit there. The trick was just to be sure she didn’t move, at all. As long as she didn’t move, there was no more pain to her bottom.
Nat wanted to let out a long, loud sigh. He wanted to take her shoulders and shake the stubbornness from her. Most of all, he really wanted to stop reading the same magazine for the twenty-seventy time. “You don’t have to like it,” Nat said, not looking up from the magazine. “You will still eat it.” He could practically feel the stubborn attitude radiating from her. He waited for the smart mouthed retort. When none came, he was grateful she chose to fume in silence this time.
They both sat at that table for the next three hours. When the clock reached 9pm, Nat shook his head, to himself. ‘Damn, stubborn child’ he thought.
“I see you’re already deciding to rack up more punishments for yourself,” he commented, nodding towards the plate.
“I ate the asparagus,” Alyssa said, petulantly.
“Watch your tone with me, young lady,” Nat replied, not putting down his eighth magazine of the night, to look at her. “Your behavior has been so good, too. I was considering that, perhaps, the last evening spanking, and teaspoon of the liquid you so enjoy, might not be necessary. But, you have made it very clear, that not only is the last night of the punishment necessary, but additional days might be useful, as well.”
“I ate the asparagus,” Alyssa, practically, screamed at him.
This time, he did put the magazine down, not just lowered it, Nat placed it on the table, freeing both his hands. He saw Alyssa shrink back, at that movement.
“Do you want me to tell you ‘good job’, for doing something you’re already expected to do?” Nat asked. “Is that what this is?”
“N-n-noo,” she managed to get out.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Nat replied, holding her eyes, with one look. “Because I have no intention of giving you high praise, for eating your vegetables, particularly when I’ve served you asparagus, Alyssa. I happen to know it’s one of your favorite foods. Besides that, you should not require praise and punishment to eat properly. With my 4 year-old nephew, yes, that’s appropriate. But not for you, unless we’re moving into the more juvenile stage of the evening. I can see you ate the asparagus. I’m glad that you liked it. Now eat the fish.”
“I don’t like fish,” she replied.
Nat picked the magazine back up, beginning to read it for the third time, as he had done with the previous seven. Rolling his eyes, he replied, “that may be, but you’ll eat it anyway.”
“But I don’t like fish,” she protested, even louder.
Nat still didn’t put down the magazine, however, he developed an edge in his tone, and responded, “Well I don’t like the majority of bratty, spoiled, students, with unrealistic senses of entitlement, that come through my door every day, but you don’t see me refusing to work with them, do you? You may not like the fish, but you will eat it. I may dislike a good deal of my students, but I do work with them.”
The Cold Snap Part One: A Nat and Alyssa Story
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