The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Five

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The Deep Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Five

Nat walked over to the stove to make himself a cup of tea. Chamomile. He needed something to help relax, and alcohol just did not seem appropriate at the moment. It took him only a few minutes to bring the water to a boil and pour it into a cup with three tea bags. Resuming his place at the table, Nat leafed through a magazine. He was not concentrating on the words on the page. His thoughts were elsewhere, jumping back and forth between a number of things. First being the young woman in the corner, for whom he had begun to care for a great deal. Another daughter, really.

Then to his own daughter, and how he had raised her. The many lessons and he had taught her, and how quickly she had adjusted, how young she had been. How it had affected her development. His own upbringing, amongst three brothers. The lessons that his parents had insisted they all learn, of which there had been no question. The multiple trips to the literal ‘woodshed’, the harshness of his father’s punishments, words, groundings, chores.

Last, his younger sister, Elizabeth. He’d already been gone from the house when she’d been born. All of them had. She was the girl his father always wanted. The child his parents didn’t plan on. Unlike her four older brothers, she had their father wrapped around her finger. They had considered her spoiled. While, Lizbeth had practically gotten away with murder from time-to-time, got nearly anything she wanted, was sent to private school, was given a car for her birthday, she still learned these smaller lessons that he was trying to teach Alyssa. Learned them at some age, and knew enough to follow them. He had never seen her talk back to their parents, ever.

There had to be a middle, a compromise, some balance of the best lessons to teach, the best discipline to use. He just wasn’t sure what it was. All he knew was that he had to figure it out pretty soon. He wasn’t about to turn into his father, someone he had learned to fear because it seemed like everything he had done was punished.

The fifteen minutes passed quickly. He had kept his eye on the clock, not wanting her to stand there a second longer than necessary, not wanting to risk, a second longer than necessary, a chance that the pencil would drop, again. At precisely fifteen minutes, Nat got up from the table, and walked, quietly, towards the corner. He was being quiet, and cautious, in his approach, not wanting to make any loud noises, or sudden movements, that would cause Alyssa to move, and the pencil to fall, again.

He cleared his throat, when he was about six feet away, and by the time he was next to her, she was fully aware of his presence. Taking hold of the pencil, he nodded the ‘ok’ for her to stand up straight, moving out of the awkward position, he had her in. She did, slowly, and he could see the look of relief was over her face.

He allowed her five minutes to walk, stretch her back, jump up and down, whatever she wished, before calling her back over. The forlorn look she had, pulled at his heart. But, he was determined, not to let it affect him.

Alyssa had given the best ‘pity-me’ look, that she could come up with, and it had no effect, as usual. When she reached the corner, she was surprised when Nat had a different way for her to stand in this time out. Closer to the wall, for one thing. Her back was thankful. Hands on her head, her arms were not happy. Feet only a few inches apart. It was, like, a, normal, standing in time out, not the embarrassing one, she had just been in, where her bottom had been sticking out, for the entire world to see.

Nat helped her get the pencil positioned, so that she could hold it with her nose. When he let go, he said in that authoritative tone, from somewhere up above her, “30 minutes young lady.”

She was supposed to decide what her punishment was going to be. Alyssa hated doing this. Hated wasn’t even the right word. Loathed, abhorred, detested. She was always afraid that if she said the wrong thing, came up with a punishment that seemed too weak, Nat would think she wasn’t taking things seriously. Her mind began to work at top speed.

It seemed like seconds later that Nat let her know, that the 30 minutes was up. He was right by her, taking the pencil away. He must have gone to put it somewhere, because he disappeared for a minute. A second later, he was back, though. Alyssa felt his arm slip around her shoulders, and heard him say, quietly, “go ahead, and put your arms down, sweetie.” She did so, quickly, her arms had ached, for the past thirty minutes.

Once they were by her side, Nat pulled her towards him for a hug and she flew to him like a magnet. She didn’t want to let go, at that moment. She felt him run his hand over her hair, and then ask, “did you get all of the thinking you needed to do accomplished?”

She nodded, face still pressed into his chest, and then said “yes” which came out very, muffled. Alyssa wasn’t sure which part of that, specifically, caused him to laugh. She heard him chuckle, place a kiss on top of her head, before reaching down and picking her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and, once he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist.

To her surprise, though, he didn’t walk into the living room. Nat only walked the four or five feet distance over to the kitchen table, pulling out the chair from his usual place and taking a seat, Alyssa balanced on his knee, right side up.

“Well,” she heard him ask, “what’s it to be, young lady?”

Alyssa pulled her head off his shoulder, though it felt like lifting a two hundred pound weight at the moment. She had an answer, but she didn’t want to talk to him, tell him, face him. She’d rather stay in this one moment, for a long while.

Looking up at him, she gulped and then, attempted to look down into her lap. He cleared his throat, which had her forcing her head back up in seconds. “A spanking,” she said.

Alyssa looked up at Nat, only able to hold his gaze, for mere seconds, before casting her eyes back down to her lap. He wanted to know what she had decided. How she thought that she should be punished. He literally asked her, what she had come up with, and she had answered, “a spanking”, knowing how ridiculous that sounded, just by itself. “With your hand, just because you always spank me with your hand first,” Alyssa paused, thinking for a moment.

Yes, that pretty much was true. Almost every time he had punished her, he had started with a hand spanking. “And then the hairbrush, for back talking to you and sassing you, and your belt for stomping over to the corner, refusing to stand in the corner, the attitude, and…” she trailed off. She was almost afraid to say the next part.

Alyssa had been doing well, managing to tell him, exactly, what she thought was an appropriate punishment. However, when she reached the last part, she trailed off. Nat tapped her chin, turning her head a little more towards him, so he could see her face. There was already a few tears streaming down her face. “And?” he replied. Whatever the last part was, she was already unhappy about it.

“And,” she began, again, “using the spatula, spanking the back of my thighs fifty times on each side, and then, on the inside of my thighs, like you did that other time, one hundred times, on each side, for cursing at you, and being disrespectful, and refusing to follow the rules.”

Now, Nat understood. It made perfect sense. She had decided she deserved one of the most painful punishments, possible, because, in her mind, she had done something that had the potential, to jeopardize her place, in his life.

“All right then,” he said, after a moment of silence. “Time for you to go change into pajamas, and get ready for bed.” He gave her a quick side-hug before, lifting her off of his lap, and setting her on her feet. She didn’t move, and while he was ready to scold her for it, he saw that she looked nervous. Turning her a bit, he took both her hands in his. “I’ll be up in a minute, Lyssa, I promise. Go get changed for bed, brush your teeth, comb your hair, and by that time I’ll be upstairs and we’ll put a close to this.”

He watched her slowly nod. “All right,” he said, giving her a gentle push, to get her moving. “Good girl,” he praised, standing up, and giving her bottom a light swat. Both of her hands flew back to her bottom, and she scooted out of the room. Nat just laughed to himself.

While Alyssa was upstairs getting ready for bed, Nat went back down to the basement, gathered up all the kitchen utensils, turned off all the lights, and made sure everything was, pretty much, in order. Walking through the main floor, he shut down the lights, closed all the blinds and thermal curtains, and double checked that every lock on the front door was secured. Nat took a minute for himself, just a few deep breaths, and then headed upstairs. He did a quick change into sweats, once he reached his room, and then settled onto the love seat, and waited for Alyssa. He didn’t have to wait long.

Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before she arrived in the doorway, looking forlorn. Nat forced himself to remember why they were there, and beckoned her over. Although she looked miserable, she came. Once she reached his side, he didn’t waste time. He had her over his knee faster than she could blink. Raising up the back of her t-shirt, he tapped her lower back, and she automatically raised her hips up, for him to pull down her panties. The minute they were down to her knees, she let her body fall, unceremoniously, back down onto his lap.

The moment she landed with a thud, Nat brought his hand down with a loud ‘SMACK!’ causing her to jump. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in a bit, and continued spanking until her bottom was the color of a cherry.

Without giving her a break, he reached back, picked up the hairbrush, and began to spank methodically, starting at the top of one cheek, working his way down, and then switching over to the other cheek, starting at the bottom and moving back up. Alyssa was crying by this point, but he could also tell she was working hard to control her emotions. Unlike the previous time, she hadn’t decided how much time should be dedicated to each punishment. The only thing she had given a number to was the last item.

Once he had covered her bottom cheeks again, going down one and back up the other, Nat quietly began to speak, the hairbrush doing its job the whole time. “We’ve talked a lot about things like back talk, and sass, haven’t we? In fact, you and I, or perhaps this hairbrush and your bottom, seem to discuss those exact items on a near daily basis. Almost every day that I see you, Alyssa, we end up right here.”

Nat paused in his lecture, and continued spanking for a few minutes, this time focusing on the center of her bottom. There was no doubt that she was in pain. After about three minutes, Nat began to speak, using the same quiet tone, “there are a few different conclusions I can draw from this, Alyssa. The first would be that you enjoy having your bottom roasted, not being able to sit down for meals, or sleep on your back. Is that it?”

He paused in the spanking, and this time leaned down, so he was nearly able to look into her eyes. “Do you like sitting on a blistered bottom all day? Not being able to sit comfortably at the table? Is that fun for you?”

He watched her shake her head, and then manage to say, through her tears, “No, sir, I don’t.”

Sitting back up, Nat began spanking, again. “No, you don’t. That is what I thought. The next conclusion that I would reach, is that you just don’t care, about the rules, the spanking, you think ‘to hell with it’. You’re going to say what you want, a smarting bottom for a few days isn’t that big of a deal.”

Before he even had a chance to ask her, she was stammering out, “No sir, I promise, I don’t feel that way.”

“Hmm, well,” Nat began, “the last conclusion that I land on, is that for some reason, the punishment I give you, for back talk and sassing me and others, doesn’t seem to do the trick.”

“Oh, no,” Alyssa said, “It’s good, I swear.”

Hairbrush in hand, he brought it down on her upper thighs, hitting the left, then right in quick succession. Alyssa screamed, in both pain and surprise. “I don’t believe I asked you, little miss.”

Nat chuckled, loud enough for Alyssa to hear, before he said, “and Alyssa, just so you know, the moment you say that any punishment is ‘good, you swear’, it immediately tells me that it’s not effective.”

He listened to her groan, smile still playing at his lips. His daughter knew that, his nieces and nephews knew as well. They weren’t even half Alyssa’s age. His brothers, his sister, they all knew never to say that by age five or six.

Nat continued with the hairbrush for another thirty seconds, before setting it back down on the loveseat. He rubbed Alyssa’s lower back, until she calmed down. Then he helped her up to her feet, and pulled her into his arms for a quick hug. Very quick, just an embrace, really. She seemed to expect it. Quick embrace, and then he walked her over to the wall, for time out.

“I’m letting it go with just the hairbrush, tonight, because you came up with your punishment, and that is what you chose.”

They were at the wall, and Alyssa had already begun standing in position, arms behind her back, nose touching the wall. Nat took her chin, and turned her head upwards and towards him.

“Tomorrow, the next day, whenever this is an issue, that needs to be addressed again,” Nat continued, and watched her blush bright red. He laughed, and tapped the tip of her nose. “Lyssa, we both know it will be.” Alyssa looked embarrassed, but also seemed to accept the answer. “So the next time, I want you to be ready, mentally prepared, because while this is the punishment I used tonight, and have been in the past, you won’t be getting off as lightly, anymore.”

Letting go of her chin, he gestured with a tilt of his head, to turn back to the wall. Alyssa did. “Ten minutes, young lady,” Nat said, before he walked away.
Ten minutes for her to contemplate her actions that had brought them to this moment. Ten minutes for him to mentally prepare for the next two punishments he had to dole out that evening. Ten minutes for a lot of thoughts to transpire.

Ten minutes that went by faster than either of them would have liked.