The Thaw Onto The Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Eight

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The Thaw onto the Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Eight

As he walked back to over to Alyssa, he gave one more seconds thought, and no more, as he didn’t have more than that time wise, as to how to proceed with the rest of the day. Taking hold of her upper arm, he assisted Alyssa to a standing position. Once again, he managed to take hold of both her wrists, preventing her from attempting to rub the sting out of her bottom, however saving her from getting herself into further trouble. A quick glance at her tear stained face told him that another spanking right away was not the way to go. “All right, into the kitchen,” he said, not letting go of her wrists.

For the entire ten years they had lived in the house they had never gotten a set of matching chairs for the kitchen table. It wasn’t any skin off his nose, Nat hardly ever noticed. He was also blessed with a wife, unlike a good deal of his friends, who didn’t devote any time to such matters. Within the set of four, two were flat varnished wood, one had a padded seat, and one had a seat made with wooden slats.

Nat led Alyssa around the table to where he wanted her and pulled out the chair for her to sit down. Specifically the chair made with slats. She paled and looked up at him, her eyes wide with horror. He just stared back. When she finally did sit down, she did so with so much delicacy it was as if she would break. Nat, who still was holding her wrists, planted them firmly on top of the table. He didn’t have to say a word to her. She knew that she wasn’t to move them.

He was only gone a minute anyway. Just long enough to retrieve a pad and pen from the living room. Placing them both in front of her, he nodded in a gesture for her to take both the items. She did so, the look on her face a mix of nervous and pain.

Pulling out the chair directly across from her, Nat said, as he sat down, “you’re going to write a letter, young lady, so put the date at the top of the page.” Settled directly across from her he watched her write the date at the top right hand side of the page. Then she looked back up at him. “Dear Professor Krane,” he said to her, indicating that she was to write what he told her. When she did nothing Nat stared at her and said again, a bit lower, with a stern undertone in his voice, “Dear Professor Krane.”

He watched as Alyssa slowly wrote out the three words. While she didn’t look back up at him this time, she kept the pen poised to continue writing. Mentally, Nat smiled. What used to be a long battle, getting her to write what he said in this type of situation, had resolved itself in less than thirty seconds. “My name is Alyssa Caruthers,” he continued, watching to be sure that she was writing. She was.

“I was a student in your history class in the fall of 2005. While I received a passing grade in your course I failed to meet the university expectations for students.” Nat had been looking at the blank wall as he decided on the wording for this letter. He flicked his eyes back to the table, though, to double check that Alyssa was still doing as she was told. She was.

Casting his gaze back towards the wall, Nat continued, “I was negligent in completing weekly assignments. My participation within the class was weak to non-existent. The disrespect I demonstrated towards you and my peers was inexcusable as I chose whiskey over the final exam.” Nat glanced back over to Alyssa. She was still writing, but he could see the tears in her eyes.

“I write to you today to apologize for these actions,” Nat stated. He heard her gasp, looked over and simply met her eyes. “Problem, Alyssa?”

“I,” she began and stopped. “You can’t,” she tried again.

“Excuse me,” Nat replied, this time his voice quiet, but he knew his tone held anger. Any time Alyssa attempted to tell him what he could and couldn’t do it raised an ire within him that he hadn’t previously known existed. “What is it that you think I cannot do?”

“I’m sorry,” Alyssa whispered. “I didn’t mean that.”

Not moving his gaze off her, Nat replied, again, just a bit slower than the first time, “I write to you today to apologize for these actions.” He watched as she bit her lip, then picked up the pen, put her head down and continued writing.

When she had finished the sentence he was ready to start speaking again when he heard her whisper, “please don’t send this to him.”

Inwardly, Nat smiled again. Having her write the letter was having just the effect he intended. “That all depends on you, young lady,” he told her. “Now let’s keep going.” He didn’t wait for her to agree. “I acted in an immature fashion, being incredibly selfish by taking a space in your class that someone else could have filled. It shames me greatly that I do not remember the material covered within your course.”

Again, Nat glanced back over at her. She was still writing every word he said, however, now, there were no longer tears simply coating her eyes, two or three had begun to trickle down her face. “I am now able to recognize what childish behavior this was and am taking steps to atone for my transgressions. I will be dedicating my extra time to re-learning the material covered in your course.”

When Nat checked this time he saw her eyes had widened in surprise, but again, she hadn’t stopped writing. By this point, he didn’t think it would be necessary to keep checking. Alyssa would write what she was told. The only thing that might change every time he looked would be her reactions.

“I am lucky enough to have a mentor assisting me with this process,” Nat continued, this time out right smiling. “It has been very embarrassing for me, but I have owned up to the fact that I behaved like a naughty little girl.” He didn’t bother to look, he just listened for the sound of the pen. It was still moving, she was still writing as told.

“As such, I have had been punished like you would expect a disobedient child to be. Because childish behavior begets a punishment fit for a child. Thus, I have been spanked, multiple times, and had to stand in the corner with my bare bottom on display. If at any point in my re-learning of the material for your class I begin to behave in a childish fashion, I know that my mentor will put me over his knee and spank my bottom until I learn the necessary lesson.”

She was still writing, Nat could hear the pen. She was also crying, he could hear her tears. While the tears pulled at his heart, he forced himself to continue looking at the wall. If he looked at her for even a second, just one second, he knew that he’d be over there, pulling her up into his arms for a hug, wiping away the tears. “As you were the individual to whom I showed such vile behavior, if there is a particular punishment you believe I deserve, or would feel better about accepting my apology after witnessing my spanking, please let me know. I am very sorry and hope to make this situation right in the future. Regards, sign your name.”

He gave it another minute. She was doing so well, he wanted to take her into his arms and say ‘enough’. That she had taken enough. But it wouldn’t satisfy her. He knew that. She wouldn’t be able to conceptualize the actual acceptance of punishment if he did it in a large grouping. One spanking, one punishment for an entire semester of classes. Her mind wouldn’t accept it, he knew it.

Alyssa needed it broken down for her. Class by class, actions within the class. Each thing meriting its own consequence. Otherwise she’d show up in a week feeling the same guilt. But the sound of her tears pained him.

He glanced a bit further to the right, towards the window, the opposite direction of the kitchen table. It had started raining, and it was coming down fast. The temperature was below freezing, he’d checked the forecast the night before and that morning before he’d taken her out to get groceries, go to the pharmacy for her medication, and a quick trip to get a uniform for the little miss. Freezing rain, possibility of snow.

He could hear Alyssa’s fingers tapping on the table. While it was a behavior that she did out of anxiety from time to time, he was well aware that at the moment her fingers were drumming away to keep them occupied. It was a way for her to ensure that she did not slide into one of her many worlds of thought and accidentally start rubbing her aching bottom. For some reason it made him smile. A quirk, that was a good word for it. It was one of her quirks.

Alyssa was well aware that her fingers were going a mile a minute, tapping way at the table. She had started out trying to imagine that there was a piano in front of her and started playing Pachelbel’s Canon in D. After about thirty seconds she got tired of trying to cross her middle finger over or her thumb under in order to play the imaginary scales correctly. It seemed much easier to stick with drumming. Even if, in her opinion, when it came to music, drums were the worst. It probably had something to do with the fact that her siblings played the drums.

Nat had turned his head slightly and she couldn’t see his expression. Not that she’d been able to discern anything from his expression….ever. But occasionally she could at least tell if and/or when something was going to happen. Now she was just stuck in a holding pattern, trying to figure out how long she was going to drum this stupid table before he told her the rest of the torture he had planned.

She hadn’t agreed to this. Alyssa fumed silently inside her head. She had not agreed to this at all. She certainly hadn’t asked for it. She was very certain that she had explained that she needed to get rid of guilt that she felt over not doing what she was supposed to in classes. In no way did she ever say that meant she wanted to re learn, or actually learn the material. Though, logically, it did make sense…if she absolutely had to admit it.

What was he looking at? Turning her head to see what was so interesting, though not stopping the tapping for one second, Alyssa glanced out the window. Pouring rain, which looked like a mixture of sleet. It was supposedly freezing temperatures. Wait, she thought to herself. Could she possibly end up stuck here again? She needed to get home when she could. Get home and…do what? Sit in a huge house, by herself, that pretty much had no food (since she hadn’t gone shopping) and was almost out of coffee, and do nothing until this freeze or storm or whatever it was going to be, ended?

Her thought was interrupted as Nat stood up and walked over towards the kitchen junk drawer. Alyssa just watched him the whole time, eyes following his every move. She heard the drawer open, objects being shifted around, and then the drawer was slammed shut again. Then he returned to the table, this time taking a seat next to her. “I want to stay here,” she blurted out.

Wow, that sounded really dumb. She saw Nat’s eyebrows go up, in surprise this time, not in anger, and he replied, “I’m sorry, what?”

They both appeared to notice that her tapping fingers had stilled at the same time, as they both glanced down. Just feeling the gaze on her hands caused her to begin drumming on the tabletop again, with twice as much speed. “I,” she began, unsure of how to explain what had flown out of her mouth. “There’s supposed to be a storm, one that could shut down the city. And I could still go home, right now, it hasn’t gotten that bad yet, but it will by tonight. But I’d like to stay here, if, if that’s all right.” She could feel the blush that had covered her entire face and was now creeping up on the back of her neck. Why was this so embarrassing?

Nat watched her color change to that of a tomato, she was truly embarrassed to ask him about staying. That was something they’d have to work on, her being able to feel comfortable with things like that. Placing the envelope that he’d retrieved from the junk drawer on the table, he put his hands on top of hers, causing them to still.

When she looked up and met his gaze, he wrapped his fingers under her tiny palms and took both her hands into his, holding them in a tight embrace. “Of course you can stay here, Lyssa. I was expecting you to. I’d be worried sick about you all alone in your house, if you didn’t.”

“You’d worry about me?” She asked, looking up at him, her eyes, again having that innocence and happiness and hope that made her so young and vulnerable many times.

“Of course I would,” Nat said to her. He gave her a smile, letting go of one of her hands to reach over and tuck a piece of her hair back behind her ear. “That’s what family does, sweetheart, you and I are going to have to talk a lot about how families, at least my version of family, works. Because it’s what I want you to get used to. So that you’ll know that there are people that are going to care about you, always.”

He saw her smile, but it wasn’t a full one. He knew she had trouble believing things like that. “First though, we need to finish some things,” he pushed the envelope over towards her, merely observing as she cautiously reached over and pulled it all the way to her side of the table, placing it on top of the notepad.

He gave her the time she needed to process everything. Alyssa, he had come to realize, needed to process things, to let them work through her mind, to think through them for a while. Finally she looked up at him, indicating that she was ready for what came next.

“Pick up the pen,” he told her. She did so. “Address the letter, Professor Peter Krane, you should know the schools address.” Nat observed as she seemed to pale just a bit, however chewed nervously on her lower lip for a moment and then, using one hand to hold the envelope steady, began writing the address on the envelope.

When he saw that she was nearly finished, he gave the next instruction to avoid another staring contest. “When you’ve finished that, put your address for the return address.” He watched her blink four times, hard blinks, purposeful blinks, they indicated she was again, processing the information, but she didn’t look up. She moved her hand just a bit and wrote her address where he indicated.

“Flip it over, at the top of the envelope write the semester of the class,” Nat told her. It was only two words and she was done very quickly. This time he waited for her to look up. “Did you sign the letter?”

She nodded and then caught herself, “yes, sir.”

“Tear it off from the pad, fold it and put it into the envelope, sealing it,” he told her. Her hands had started to shake. But she didn’t fight him. She carefully tore the page from the notebook, folded it into thirds, fit it into the envelope and sealed it closed. Before she had a chance to look up, Nat continued, “now sign your name across the seal.”

He watched as she closed her eyes and just remained there for a moment. It was something that they were both familiar with. A practice that was done with evaluations, letters of recommendations, transcripts. Anything that people wanted to have/give assurance that the information had not been tampered with. A moment later, Alyssa opened her eyes, picked up the pen and scrawled her signature across the seal of the envelope. Looking back up at him, she asked, “are you going to send it to him?”