The Continuing Storm: A Nat and Alyssa Story: Ending

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The Continuing Storm: A Nat and Alyssa Story: Ending

As he prepared dinner, really just heating up soup, Nat continued to think about the situation that lay before him. It was actually the optimal time to think as he was sure Lyssa was not causing trouble or getting into things she wasn’t supposed to. No, he chucked to himself, as he peeled carrots for the soup, he most certainly did not have to worry. He took a glance over at the corner of the room and gave another little chuckle. One very unhappy young lady was standing with her nose in the corner and her bare bottom on display. Red as the tomato they didn’t have for a salad.

Nat chopped the vegetables and dumped them into the soup while contemplating the situation at hand. He truly was struggling with that fifth item. Struggling and, at the same time, berating himself for not noticing it earlier. Pointing it out, calling it out, putting a stop to it, helping her with it, something. Though, he contemplated, back at State, advisor and advisee wasn’t the relationship that allowed the interaction to address it. It would have been frowned upon, without a doubt, if he had brought it up, as it was well beyond the conversational parameters that one would have with a student. And he had already stretched those as it was for Alyssa.

In a way the uncertainty bothered him. When it came to everything else, he knew exactly how to handle it, wouldn’t think twice about it. The lying to him and lying by omission, he could have easily dealt with that earlier in the afternoon. A spanking and good mouth washing, Alyssa knew what to expect, the punishment was almost routine. It wasn’t as if it hadn’t happened before, and he was sure it would happen again. He knew he was going to have to nip it in the bud fairly soon, which was going to include some harsher measures. While a lot of times he thought he should put a bigger emphasis on her being untruthful, it just always seemed to pale in comparison to the other offenses involved. He knew if he tried to punish her for too many things at the same time, teach too many lessons at once, she’d learn nothing except to fear him.

Her going to the attic after he told her not to, blatant disobedience was also a simple matter. Particularly because she owned up to the wrong doing. Just a quick spanking or even extra chores, a time out, or some other type of punishment would have done the job. Her little fit with the door, that was something they could address another day, but again, he thought to himself, simple. Throw a tantrum like a naughty child, you’ll get a spanking like a naughty child.

It was her propensity to run away that was bothering him. He’d spent some time thinking back over the time that he’d known her, and realized that he’d watched her do so, watched her run away from things over and over, all throughout undergrad. She didn’t like the professor on the first day, she dropped the class. If a student she didn’t like was in the class, she immediately switched to a different section. If she arrived at his office and he became angry with her, the majority of the time she was up and running away within seconds. He could almost predict the two minutes later that the apology email would show up on his computer, with the tag line that it had come from her blackberry.

He’d seen her hide from people on campus that she didn’t want to run into. Not that he didn’t do the same thing, but Alyssa took it to a new level. Hell, she’d hidden from him at Target once, diving underneath a table of sweaters. He’d been kind, allowed her to keep her pride, and walked on by, pretending he hadn’t seen her. But he realized now, this was a trend, a behavior, a bad habit. She ran away. While he was always trying to pound into her head the importance of stepping down from a fight you can’t win, letting go, this was much different. This wasn’t stepping back, this was literal running away and it could be dangerous and was going to cause a lot of problems for her.

While it wasn’t on the list of rules, it never occurred to him that it needed to be. If necessary he would add it, but whether it was written in black and white, or not, it was what he intended to punish her for that evening. The other items seemed to pale in comparison and they could be addressed another day.

Dinner went all too fast for the both of them. Alyssa had volunteered to clear the table and hand was the dishes as a stall tactic. It didn’t work for all that long though. After she dried the last plate and put it away, Nat instructed her to go up to her room and get ready for bed, as he had so many nights before. Trying to hide the worried look on her face, Alyssa turned and started towards the stairs.

When Alyssa reached the foot of the stairs she heard Nat call to her from the kitchen, “Lyssa, hang on a sec.” She paused and turned to see him walking over to where she was standing. She hadn’t even had time to get in more trouble, why was he coming over to her? She thought to herself. Her face betrayed her and displayed her every emotion now showing she was past worried and nearing afraid.

Her look changed to stunned when Nat carefully wrapped his arms around her, pulled her in close to him and held her. She could feel herself relax just a bit, like things weren’t going to be quite as bad. “It’ll be ok, I promise,” he said quietly, planting a kiss on the top of her hair.

Alyssa felt much better after he gave her the hug, it was strange, and she didn’t know why, or how to explain it, she just did. She began to, not move, but lose some of the tenseness that she knew was in her body, Nat must have took that as a sign that she was ready, which at this point she was now. He slowly let go over her. Placing both hands on her shoulders he held her at arms-length and looked down at her, staring deeply into her eyes. It was as if he needed to see something, she had no idea what it was. Finally he gave a little nod, pulled her close and gave her another kiss on her head, and then turned her back towards the stairs and gave her a little push and swatted her bottom.

While it didn’t hurt that much, Alyssa’s hand automatically went to her bottom and she glanced around to check if anyone had seen. While it was the automatic response in that situation, she knew it was completely illogical given that there was no one else around. A few quick glances and she continued up the stairs and then down the small hallway to the room that she now considered her own to get ready for bed. Once dressed in pjs, teeth brushed, hair tied back, she took a seat on the side of the bed and waited, trying not to let her mind run wild.

At the sound of Nat’s footsteps in the hallway she sat up a bit straighter and placed her hands in her lap. Maybe if she looked really contrite he’d be lenient? She doubted it, but it was worth a try. While she had expected for him to come in, sit down, talk to her like usual, instead he just poked his head into the room and said, “all right young lady, let’s go, come on.”

Like usual, Nat was in the master bedroom and seated on the loveseat by the time she entered the doorway. While it seemed to be a bit longer than usual, he allowed her to take her time in walking over to him.

He noticed she was trembling slightly when she stood before him. She was nervous all right, and he didn’t blame her. If the roles were reversed, he would have been too. Instead of immediately putting her over his knee, Nat instead guided her to him, and gently said, “come sit with me sweetheart,” and pulled her up into his lap. It was obvious she didn’t expect that. While he held her, embraced her so that she felt safe, he didn’t allow her to hide in the way she usually would.

“Lyssa,” he said after a moment, waiting until she was looking directly at him. “There are a lot of things that we need to talk about.” Just as her chin was about to drop down, his hand flew out and held it up. “No,” he scolded gently, “none of that. Not tonight.” He waited until the look in her eyes told him that she understood.

“Now, Alyssa,” he started again, checking to ensure he still had her attention. She was still looking directly at him, though he could tell it wasn’t easy for her. “We’re only going to address one issue tonight, but it is one of the more serious ones, and it is one that we haven’t talked about before.” He saw the confused look on her face. Knowing it would soon turn to panic, he pulled her in close and gave a tight squeeze. Everything would be all right. He needed her to know that.

After a few moments, he could tell that she was ready to continue, just by the muscles in her body. He relaxed the grip he had on her and she sat back up, looking at him expectantly. “Alyssa, we need to talk about your habit of running away.” As if on cue, Alyssa tried to climb off his lap.

“Nope,” he said, both arms encircled around her waist, holding her where she was. “This is what I mean, you can’t always run when things happen that scare you or worry you or that you don’t like.” It took a moment before she stopped fighting him, but Alyssa did settle down on his lap.

Nat allowed her a few moments to settle in and become comfortable, calm, again before he spoke. “I have thought back over the course of time that I’ve known you, Lyssa, and when I really put some thought into it, you have shown this tendency to run since the very first day that I met you.”

He felt her start to tense up again, a sure sign that she was about to struggle or attempt to run away again, so he quickly continued. “Now, I believe part of it is a psychological issue,” he gently tapped her head, “but I also think part of it’s behavioral, it’s a habit, a tendency that you’ve engrained in yourself. One that needs to be addressed sooner than later, hmm?”

She had calmed down, the tension gone from her body, and in answer to his subtle question, Alyssa leaned back against him, completely letting the fight out of her body. Nat smiled at this. He continued, keeping his voice gentle, quiet, lecturing but not in a tone one might normally use, “this isn’t one of those things that goes on your list of things to get to,” he felt her body tense up a tiny bit, “it’s too important,” he continued feeling the tension drain away again. “This is something that we need to begin addressing now.”

Lifting her off his lap and placing her on her feet so that she was standing in front of him, Nat said, “running away in never the answer, minus certain exceptions” he saw her about to ask what they were and cut her off at the pass by stating, “that we can talk more about later, but they mostly involve fleeing buildings that are collapsing, flooding, on fire, running from situations where another individual is trying to harm you, that sort of thing. In those cases, running away is the smart thing to do. Otherwise it is not the answer, it is not acceptable and in some cases it is against the law, such as leaving the scene of an accident.”

He saw the comprehension in Alyssa’s eyes which told him that she understood what he was talking about. “Now, young lady, while I will be more than happy to talk with you, and we will be talking about the reasons behind this behavior, why you do this, what you think caused it, and everything else that goes along with Miss Alyssa Caruthers, right now we need to address what just happened. The actual behavior.”

He could see Alyssa’s eyes start to water and had to force himself not to chuckle. “I want you to think of it as a habit, one you’re trying to break.”

Alyssa nodded, tears already clumping up behind her eyelids. She knew this was going to be a very painful spanking. “All right,” she heard Nat say, his voice seemed a million miles away. She felt him squeeze her hand, bringing her back to the present. “Go to your room or downstairs, wherever you have them, but bring me the following items. Are you listening?” Alyssa nodded, giving herself a mental kick to pay attention.

“You have five minutes to collect and bring back your shoes, phone, the sweatpants that were loaned to you, and a wooden spoon. Understand?” Alyssa just nodded again, totally confused as to why he would want these particular items. She waited to be dismissed, watching Nat as he looked her over, it was the assessing thing that he did. A few seconds later he turned her, again gave her a swat on her bottom and said, “go, five minutes.”

It didn’t take five minutes, she was back in probably three. Or at least back to the door frame. Nat observed that the rest of the two minutes were used as Alyssa went through the mental process of once again going through that very slow walk where she mentally gave herself courage to face her punishment. Soon enough, though, she was standing in front of him, holding out the items that he had instructed her to retrieve. Taking them from her hands, he placed the pile beside him on the small love seat.

It was quite obvious that she was a bit thrown off given the items he had told her to get. That was good, for this, he wanted her off balance, he wanted her to remember this. “Take off your pajama pants, fold them and hand them to me,” Nat instructed her. The look in Alyssa’s eyes indicated that she was not happy with this new part of the punishment routine. However, without incident, she undid the knot on the draw string of her pajama pants, stepped out of them and then carefully folded them before handing them over to Nat. The amount of care and precision that she had put into folding that one pair of pants was so ridiculous Nat could hardly smoother the laugh he felt.

“All right,” Nat said, guiding her to his side, “let’s get moving shall we?” he pulled her over his knee and without another thought went right into spanking her with his hand. It wasn’t anything severe enough to be called a punishment type spanking, but it put things in to the correct state of mind. Before pulling her up off his lap, he took the safety pin that was next to the small loveseat and pinned her shirt up.

While she expected to be go told to stick her nose in the corner when Nat lifted her up off his lap, instead he told her to put her hands behind her head and stand exactly where she was, feet apart. Alyssa did as she was told and attempted to stand still. Nat had gotten up and started to walk around, taking the objects he had her retrieve with him. She still had no idea what the next part of this punishment was going to be.

After about ten minutes her arms got tired and she began to bounce on her toes, fidget a bit. Without warning she felt herself being scooped up off the ground as Nat tossed her over his knee and quickly landed three quick, hard swats to the back of each thigh SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, before putting her down on her feet again and telling her to stand still.

She longed to rub the sting from her thighs. He hadn’t used his hand, she thought it was the hairbrush but she wasn’t sure. A few tears had escaped this time and it took everything she had in her but she did manage to stand still, as told, until Nat called to her, telling her to keep her hands at her sides, but that she could now move, and to come over to the massive walk-in closet.

Oh no, Alyssa thought to herself, he wants to teach me not to run away, so he is going to lock me in there. I’ve really done it now. Maybe he’ll give me my cell phone to play games on or something.

She was wrong, again, which was common when it came to her predictions on what Nat was going to do. In fact, what happened was almost worse than being stuck in the closet. When she reached where he was Nat told her to put her hands behind her head again, interlacing her fingers. He watched as she did so. The closet was angled, and he had her stand with her nose pressed against the wall, bottom sticking out a bit, for another twenty minutes.

Just when she thought she was going to die, Nat reentered the closet. Alyssa began to move, to stand up straight, but she felt a smack on her bottom with what had to be that wooden spoon. “Did I give you permission to move?” Nat asked her.

“No sir,” she said, her voice meek, even she was disgusted with how pathetic it sounded.

“Then stay where you are, little one,” he said. The use of the moniker made her feel a bit better, and did calm her nerves a bit.

She could hear him rustling around in the closet behind her, going through boxes or containers, obviously looking for something. He must have found it because she could hear him exit the room and then re-enter it a few seconds later.

“All right, young lady,” Nat announced, finally having fully convinced himself that this was definitely the route he wanted to take regarding Alyssa’s punishment in this instance. “You can let your arms down,” he saw Alyssa let them flop down to her sides, letting out a sigh of relief. He continued, adding a bit of a stern edge to his voice. “And now bend all the way over and grasp hold of your ankles.” Alyssa looked at him in shock for a moment but then slowly complied, bending over and taking hold of her ankles.

Because of all the yoga and dancing she did, she was quite flexible and able to stand straight up while she bent herself in half bending over to grab her ankles, pulling the skin on her bottom to be very taught and presenting a perfect target for a spanking.

“Good girl,” Nat commended her. “Now walk yourself forward as far as possible so that your toes are as close to touching the wall as you can go.”

He watched Alyssa struggle a bit but finally make it into the position that he wanted her in. “Good,” he praised her again, knowing that he was adding to her confusion by mixing the kind praise with the harsh punishment. “Now we’re almost ready to begin,” he stated, as he took hold of the waistband on her panties and yanked them up, pulling all of the cotton material up so that it settled between her cheeks, forcing and holding them apart.

Alyssa jerked at this, but to her credit she remained in the position he had put her in. Her bottom was still displaying marks from the switch yesterday, though they had faded quite a bit. While it didn’t look nearly as bad as yesterday, Nat was sure the pain was still there.

Shaking his head to clear it, he steadying himself for the task ahead and then raised the spoon up and brought it swinging down onto Alyssa’s bottom. SMACK! While she typically was quiet during the first few strokes of any punishment, this time she made a small exclamation of pain. Nat could see her almost let go of her ankle.

“Keep hold of those ankles, Lyssa,” Nat said, a warning tone in his voice as he brought three more strokes down quite quickly. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He watched as she tried to create some sort of iron grip on her ankles, gave her a few seconds to do so and then began the actual spanking, where he wasn’t going to stop to warn her.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Using the spoon he spanked all over her bottom though he didn’t devote a good deal of time to the upper part of her cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He worked his way down to the very bottom of her tush, right where her cheeks met the upper part of her thigh. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

That is where he began to rain down the true punishment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He alternated, going from one leg to the other
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Going up a little to hit the fleshy part of the cheek,
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Going down a little hitting the very upper part of the thigh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

While he didn’t time it, Nat would have estimated he spent a good seven to ten minutes spanking Lyssa before he stopped. He was breathing heavily, dripping with sweat and attempting to tune out Alyssa’s tears.

Exiting the small closet he grabbed a few tissues, wiped the sweat from his brow, and then stuck a few in his pocket re-entering the small area. Reaching down, he rubbed Alyssa’s back as she sobbed, saying quietly that she’d done well, that part was over, he was proud of her. He could hear her breathing start to go back to a normal speed, and at that point he reached down with both hands and attempted to pry her fingers loose from the grip she had on her ankles. It took nearly every bit of strength he had to get her to let go, but she finally did, freeing her hands, standing up just long enough to turn and bury her face right into his chest to continue to sob.

Nat held her, hating the thought that he was going to have to inform her that her punishment was not yet over. As he was mentally preparing himself to do so, he didn’t notice that Alyssa’s sobs had quieted.

Alyssa had calmed down quite a bit and pulled back a bit from Nat. He looked shocked for a second before pulling a tissue out of his pocket and handing it to her. She may have finished crying, but Alyssa didn’t quite trust herself to speak yet, at least not speak a whole lot. She managed a ‘thank you’ after accepting the Kleenex and swiping it at her eyes.

Biting her lower lip, she looked up at Nat, and with hesitation, even though she was fairly sure she knew the answer to her question, asked, “it’s not over, is it?”

He shook his head and then said, “no.”

She didn’t have a response. Not one that she could verbally speak, not one that she thought. She just nodded, accepting it. Alyssa wasn’t sure what else to do. This was so different than all of the other times he had punished her, or it seemed that way. The way Nat was acting, the way he was treating her, the way he punished her, it was all different.

She watched as Nat reached up and opened the door to a small cabinet. Blinking a few times to clear her vision a bit more she realized it was a safe. “Hand me the items you brought, Lyssa,” he told her. Slowly she handed picked up and handed him the pajama pants, then the sweat pants, her shoes and lastly her cell phone.

Just watching as Nat closed the door to the safe and spun the dial on the lock, keeping her things hostage, made tears spring to her eyes. She was brought back to the present moment when she felt his hand on her shoulder. “While I’m near certain that after tonight I won’t have to worry about you running away again, I’ll be keeping those until I’m one hundred percent certain. You’re going to have to earn them back, young lady. Either that or the storm clears and the snow melts first, but it doesn’t look like that will be happening soon.”

Alyssa just nodded again, feeling ashamed of herself. He couldn’t or wouldn’t trust her so he was taking collateral. She felt a soft, fond squeeze on her shoulder and automatically looked up at Nat. “You’re doing well, Alyssa, I’m proud of how you’re taking responsibility for your actions and accepting the consequences.”

Alyssa just nodded again. He was proud of her. Normally, she’d feel elated to hear such a thing. Nat was proud of her. He’d said it more than once in the time that she’d been here, too. But each and every time it had been related to when she was in trouble. If only he could ever be proud of her just doing something right.

Nat indicated to go back out to the main part of the bedroom so Lyssa walked out, slowly, painfully. A few feet outside of the expansive walk in closet she stopped and waited for Nat to direct her where to go. He was right behind her, wooden spoon in hand, and used it to point to the end of the bed. Alyssa walked to where directed, thinking to herself that she had bent over the side of this bed more than once for part of a punishment, but never at the foot of the bed.

It was a four post bed, with a decorative wooden carved footboard. She would have thought it was extraordinarily beautiful if she wasn’t so busy wondering why it was where he wanted her for this last part. Resting at the end of the bed was a somewhat cheap looking bench, the kind people would get from target or Wal-Mart. Alyssa recognized it immediately since she was fairly sure that they had the same one at her house. Fake leather, but super shiny, and the top lifted off so that you could store stuff in it.

Nat could tell she was confused and very nervous as they approached the foot of the bed. This last part he still wasn’t sure about. He thought he was, but now that he had reached the very moment, he wasn’t. When it came right down to it, he wouldn’t ever punish his daughter like this. He’d spank his daughter on her thighs, but that was a different matter. However, he had dated a girl in college that was similar to Alyssa, at least in the aspect of running away. Nat had always believed in taking charge, strong discipline, being the leader of his household. Back in college this was pretty much how he had spanked his girlfriend and proceeded to help her with the issues of running away.

Alyssa wasn’t his girlfriend, though. But she wasn’t his daughter either. She was standing at the foot of the bed looking at his expectantly. “Right,” he said, trying to get his head back in the right space.

“Alyssa, take a minute, fix your panties, and then I want you to be kneeling on the bench, legs apart.” He turned and walked away before she could ask any questions. He didn’t go far, just into the bathroom so that he could take a few deep breaths.

When he returned he saw that she had done as he instructed. Taking one last deep, deep breath, he grabbed the items he had retrieved earlier from the closet and placed them on the bed, right in Alyssa’s line of sight. He saw her eyes widen, but she remained silent. Normally very non-threatening items, Nat had dumped a handful of scarves and neckties on the bed.

Walking around so that he was in back of her, he took hold of her knee and pushed it back, Alyssa complied with the implied direction moving it to where he wanted it on the bench. He repositioned both of her knees so that they were a good bit further back on the bench and much wider. He then put his hand on her upper back, pretty much just below her neck and gently pushed, indicating that he wanted her to go forward. She did so until she was inches away from resting on the top of the decorative carvings of the footboard. “Put your arms out to the sides,” Nat told her. She did so, looking very off balance.

“Now, Lyssa,” he said, “you have to make a choice. You see the items in front of you correct?”
He was fairly sure that she nodded but he didn’t hear her answer so he applied a quick SMACK to her bottom before saying “Alyssa!”

“Yes!” she yelped, “I see them.”

“Good,” Nat replied, “now, you have a choice to make. Before we begin, I will tie you down, securing that you do not move. Which is a hard thing to have done, I know, and I know that you don’t want it to happen. Which is why I’m giving you the choice. You can choose not to, but I expect you to remain as still as possible during this punishment, and if you interfere, if your arms move, your hand comes back, anything of the sort, we’re starting from the beginning.” He paused for a minute, letting the information sink in. Then asked, “it is your choice, what would you like to happen, Alyssa?”

He could practically hear her brain moving but after a few seconds he heard her say, very quietly, “can you tie me, please?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Nat replied, moving forward and grabbing hold of the scarves and ties. Nat knew just due to her curious mind, she was wondering why he had brought out so many scarves and ties, so he told her what he was doing, as he made each know, each bond. He knelt down on the ground, securing a neck tie to all four legs of the bench, “first Lyssa,” he said, as he sat up, taking the two neck ties that were on the front legs and securing them around her ankles, which were dangling about four inches over the edge of the bench. “I’m securing your ankles so that when you struggle, which is natural, you don’t fly off the bench and inadvertently hurt yourself.”

She must have gotten a strange mental image in her mind because he heard her attempt to suppress a laugh. Taking the ties that he had attached to the back legs of the bench he brought them up and threaded them through the carvings on the footboard of the bed, explaining “I’m also securing the bench to the bed to make sure that the bench doesn’t move either.”

Taking one of the longer scarves he threaded it through the carvings on the footboard, securing the knot tightly, and then looped it around the bend in her knee, securing it with a knot, allowing for very little slack in the scarf he tied it to the other knee and then secured it again to the bed. Standing up, he informed her, “by securing your knees in such a fashion there is little danger of you going off the side of the bench, or moving too much in a way that would interfere with your punishment.”

Nat walked around to where he could see her. There were already tears running down her face. Taking one of the tissues out of his pocket he wiped them away. “I know this part is hard for you sweetie,” said gently, cupping her cheek in his hand. “You don’t have to do this.”

“No,” she said, tears falling slowly, which Nat whisked away with his thumb as he listened to her. “If you think it should be an option then this is really going to be a hard punishment and I don’t want to have to start over. Just please don’t leave me here tied up, after. Please?”

“Never,” Nat said to her, leaning forward and giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Look at me,” he said, wanting to make sure she heard him on this next part. “Alyssa,” he said, when she looked up at him,

“What happened years ago, that was done to you out of malice it was abuse. I’m not tying you down because I enjoy seeing you suffer, just like I wouldn’t leave you this way. Ever. I’m doing so, I gave you the choice because I want you to take the punishment you’ve earned, but to get through it as easily as possible, without having to start over numerous times. Because I care very much about you and don’t want you to suffer if you don’t have to. And the minute it’s over, I’ll cut the ties off, well, untie the scarves, my wife might be upset if I cut hers, and it will be done, I’ll hold you as long as you need. Understand?”

She nodded, to which Nat gave a small frown. “Yes, I understand,” she whispered. Once again cupping her cheek, he smiled at her and said, “good. Now,” he handed her a small pillow, “put this under your chest, she complied quickly, “and put your arms back out, straight as they can go.” He quickly secured each wrist both to the footboard and the bed posts, making doubly sure that she wouldn’t be moving.

Looking over everything, just to double check that it was the way he wanted, Nat realized that he couldn’t stall any longer. He moved so that he was behind Alyssa, but also sort of to the side of her.
She was going to be quite surprised, he had a feeling. Surprised, in pain and not at all happy.

Using the wooden spoon, he raised it up and brought it down on the back of her thigh. SMACK! He watched her jolt forward a bit, but unable to move due to being restrained she merely grunted against the pull of the binds.

Nat didn’t hesitate or pause. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He continued whipping the spoon up and down the backs of her thighs, all the way to about four inches above her knee, down one end up the other, then back down and back up the other.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He had to block out the sound of her sobbing and yelling that she was sorry, and that she had been punished enough.

Pausing for just a moment, Nat readjusted his grip on the spoon handle, braced himself for this next part, and then began to spank the very, very tender insides area of Alyssa’s thighs. For this, he brought the spoon whipping down so fast each time there was almost a whistling noise.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He could hear her screaming and forced himself to block it out. He wanted her to feel this for a good long time. He especially wanted her to feel it every time she walked, every time her legs moved, rubbed together. So that the idea of trying to run away, the mere idea of trying to move, would be too painful to even consider.

Nat continued going up and down the inside of the right leg, marking each and every bit of the tender inner thigh,
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

before moving on to the left leg and dedicating just as much attention to it.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

By the time he had finished Alyssa was limp over the footboard, sobbing, no longer fighting, or pleading, just crying.

Taking a scissors he kept his word and cut his ties and the scarves that bound her. He’d explain it later to Helen. Doing the same for those on her wrists, he picked her up, and carried her over to the love seat, where he sat and held her in his arms, letting her cry out all the hurt, all the pain, all the emotions that she had bottled up inside her.

This was another one of the nights where she fell asleep in his arms.

[spankogirl]

Really enjoyed this series