The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Seven

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The Deep Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Seven

Alyssa woke up early the next morning, the sun wasn’t even all the way up. While she was awake, she did not want to leave the comfort of the bed, with the multiple blankets that made it so cozy warm. She had slept on her stomach, which was a natural position for anyone who had been spanked, especially the way she had been. She turned her head to look out the window. White: that was all she saw. The snow was still coming down, and coming down fast. Throwing back the blankets, she jumped out of bed and left the room.

When she got down stairs Nat was awake, sitting at the table, and drinking a cup of coffee, like he normally was. Alyssa walked over to the table, and smiled, when she saw that he had moved the chairs, so that one with a padded seat was at her place. Pulling out the chair, she slowly lowered herself down onto the cushioned surface.

Nat had gotten up from the table, during this time, to grab whatever he was going to make her eat for breakfast. “Milk, juice or water,” she heard him ask.

Half turning, she was semi able to look at him, as she attempted to say, in her sweetest voice possible, “coffee, please?”

“Not an option, Alyssa. Milk, juice, or water. Pick one, or I’ll do it for you.”

Not wanting to start the day off wrong, Alyssa swallowed all her grumbling, and complaints, and replied, “Juice, please.” Though she couldn’t see it, she knew Nat was surprised, that she hadn’t, already, put her foot in her mouth. A few seconds later, a glass of orange juice, and an omelet, appeared in front of her.

When were they going to talk? She wondered. She wanted, to tell Nat, what was bothering her. Like always, he seemed to know, exactly, what she was thinking. The moment she opened her mouth, he said, “eat your breakfast, Alyssa, I haven’t forgotten.”

Not having a response for that one, she shut her mouth, sat still, perplexed, for a moment, and then began to eat.

All too soon, she had finished the last of the eggs, and Nat was up again, whisking away the plate. When he arrived back at the table, Alyssa opened her mouth, ready to begin explaining. Again, he stopped her. “First half of time out, then you can tell me,” he said.

She found herself staring at him, dumbfounded. “Come on young lady, up and at em’, let’s get this half hour done.” He was already moving towards the corner. She knew she was showing attitude, but she slowly got up, and trudged, at an even slower pace, over to the corner. The entire walk over she felt entitled to be annoyed and display that. Once she reached the corner, Nat just raised an eyebrow, at her. That one act made her feel like a spoiled, selfish little girl, throwing a temper tantrum. He had promised that they would talk about it. She just would have to wait. Alyssa bowed her head, and whispered, “sorry, sir.”

She heard him clear his throat, and then ask, “what for?”

Alyssa was about to speak, again, when she felt Nat lifting her head up off her chest. She looked up at him, and whispered, “showing you attitude, just then.”

His face was serious, for another moment, before she saw a hint of a smile, “I’m glad you were able to catch yourself, Lyssa. I hope the good behavior continues, during this first part of time out, for you.”

Alyssa began to move, into the awkward position, she had been in last night, but Nat stopped her. Apparently, he was going to let her spend all of the time, standing up straight this go round.

Nat watched her from the table. She had caught herself; that was a sign of progress.

After half an hour, Nat called her back to the table, instructing her to take the pen and bring it with her. He watched her carefully, as she walked over to him. Over all, she looked okay. A little shaky, but other than that, she seemed to be doing all right.

“All right, Alyssa,” he said to her, his tone matching his eyes, which conveyed that they were discussing a topic of seriousness. “What is this other matter?”

She was staring at her lap, and drumming her fingers on her knees.

“Alyssa,” he said firmly. “I want to discuss this with you, I promised that I would. However, I do expect respectful behavior from you, at all times. Sit up, look at me, and either fold your hands, in your lap, or sit on them.”

He watched the internal struggle, that was clearly shown, through her body language. It took her a minute, but she folded her hands in her lap, sat up, somewhat, straighter, and finally raised her head, to look at him.

“Tell me,” Nat instructed her.

“I-I told you that I hated you,” she said to him. He could tell, just from the tone of her voice, that she was upset.

“Ahh,” Nat said to her. “Well, you and I have already talked, about the use of that statement, during emotional times, haven’t we?”

He watched as she bit the corner of her lower lip, and replied, “yes, we did. But, it was…we talked about saying that, or thinking that, when I was, like, upset, after being spanked. This was when you carried me over to the corner. I didn’t even feel bad, either, I felt like I meant it.”

Tears were accumulating in the corners of her eyes, threatening to fall. Nat knew how upset she was.

“All right,” he responded, already knowing how he was going to handle the situation. “Thank you, Alyssa, for telling me. You need to go back into the corner, for the last thirty minutes of your time out.” He noted the look of astonishment on her face, but was proud of her, when she stood up, and went back to the corner.

Thirty minutes went by much too quickly, this time. Instead of calling her back to the table, Nat walked over, plucked the pen out from between her nose and the wall, tossing it in the air and watching it sail across the room, and land on the table. Taking her shoulders, he physically turned her, until she was facing him. “Relax your arms, Lyssa,” he said, pulling her close, “time out is over. I’m proud of you, sweetheart.”

When he felt her arms move, to come around him, in a hug, he prompted her to grab hold of his neck, which she did. He picked her up, and carried her into the living room, taking a seat in the large easy chair, as he held her close. Lately, he had begun to think of it as the after spanking chair.

Unlike most times, she was not crying or upset. Just quiet. “I want you to know how proud I am of you, Alyssa,” Nat said to her, making sure that he could see her eyes. There was no doubt that she believed him, but she didn’t feel the same way.

“Very proud,” he continued. “you accepted responsibility yesterday, and did the best you could at accepting your punishments. This morning, you caught yourself, before a small misstep became something much larger, you completed the remaining time out, that you earned yourself last night. As far as I’m concerned, everything that took place yesterday, is forgiven. Closed, gone, in the past. Something we never have to ever talk about again.”

Her reaction wasn’t what it normally was. The relief of being forgiven, happiness that things were in the past, all of the normal reactions, were absent.

“Now, I made you a promise, that today, you could tell me what this other behavior was that merited punishment, and I would deliver the appropriate one.”

She nodded.

“All right,” Nat said, starting in on the topic that he, really, didn’t want to talk about. “So let’s go over this. Yesterday, at one point, you told me that you hated me. I think we can both agree that this was said out of emotion at that time. However, because at that moment you truly felt hatred towards me, you feel badly and that you have committed a wrong doing of sorts and should be punished. In your mind, a punishment that is as severe as when I take my belt to your bottom. Yes?

“Yes,” she said, and began to move towards his chest to bury her head. Though it pained him to do so, Nat stopped her, and readjusted her on his lap so they could have a face to face conversation.

This was an important topic, and he was going to make sure that she understood. “Alyssa,” he began, pausing to think, about how to explain it. “I know that you’re upset, that you felt that way. That, you think, feeling hatred, the way you did, I’m guessing, particularly, towards people you’re close to, is a horrible thing. It’s not horrible, not good, it just, is. It’s a feeling.”

He saw a confused look on her face.

“We all have feelings, and emotions. I understand that feel awful and horrible and some part of you is putting you through a guilt trip. But sweetheart I’m not going to punish you for having feelings. It isn’t always easy, Alyssa, living life, knowing there have been moments, that we thought ill of someone. Everyone has those moments. You have to forgive yourself, try and learn from it, and move on.”

He could tell she was not happy with the answer, he hadn’t expected her to be. Trouble was, he also could foresee an immediate problem with moving forward, which was that any item that they addressed, Alyssa would convince herself that the punishment for saying that she hated him.

“All right, Alyssa,” he said, after thinking a moment, “I’ll make a deal with you.”

Her head had dropped down, in disappointment, but the moment she heard the word ‘deal’, it popped right back up again. “One week,” he said, checking to be sure that she was listening. “That’s seven days, young lady.” She nodded, almost eagerly. Never had he met someone that was eager to be punished.

“We’re going to wait seven days, and during that time, you are going to work, to try and forgive yourself. I mean, actually, try, Alyssa. Because, in seven days, you and I are going to sit back down, right here. And if you tell me that you haven’t been able to forgive yourself, you still feel awful, horribly guilty, and all that, okay. But you’re also going to tell me every single thing you did, every single day, to try and forgive yourself. If I find your efforts acceptable, I’ll step in and assist. But not until you try to do so on your own, first.”

He could tell she wasn’t thrilled with that answer, either, but she liked it better than the first one. “All right,” she said, reluctantly, though the unhappiness was clearly, printed on her face.

“I suggest you get that pout off your face, Alyssa,” he said, inserting a stern edge into his voice. “Just remember that a good negotiation is one where both parties walk away slightly disappointed.” He saw her smile at that, since it was a line from one of her favorite television shows. “That’s better. Now that we’ve settled that one,” he said, getting ready to do a one eighty on the subject, “We need to talk about a few things from the other day.”

He saw Alyssa’s head dip down, a bit. “Like, the fact, that I told you to go print something, and instead of doing as you were told, you argued over and over.” While he hadn’t thought it possible before, her head dropped even further down. “Alyssa,” Nat said. “Look at me please.”

Alyssa finally raised her head up, and looked at him. She was sorry, that was obvious by the woebegone look in her eyes.

“I know you’re sorry, Alyssa,” Nat said to her. He knew it was important that she hear that. That he would be saying it more than once. “I know that you regret your actions, and that you feel badly for the way you behaved.” The way she looked up at him, Nat felt as if a hand were gripping his heart, just squeezing it at that moment.

She looked so much like a little girl, so vulnerable, all he wanted to do was put his arms around her in a hug, pull her into his lap and hold her close, protect her from the outside world. He gave a small sigh, and saw Alyssa nearly tremble in reaction to it.

Reaching over, he brushed his hand over her hair. “The problem, little one,” he began, specifically using the nickname that she loved, “is that this is a recurring event with you. It happens, you apologize, I punish you in some way, usually a spanking, then all is forgiven, and we leave it in the past. The expectation being that you learn from that, and you’re not.”

He saw Alyssa open her mouth, about to protest, but he quickly held his finger up to her lips. “Not yet,” he said. He was glad that she didn’t push. She closed her mouth, but the look on her face told him that she wasn’t thrilled about it. “Because your impulse is to tell me that you have learned from each of those punishments. Isn’t it? Just nod or shake your head this time, Alyssa.”

She thought for a moment and then nodded.

“However, if you think back to the white out, the times that I punished you for being disrespectful, for not doing as I told you, being irresponsible or dishonest, talking back, bad attitude, any of those kinds of things. Think about them, you felt badly when I caught you, and I know you were sorry in that moment, I do believe that, Alyssa,” Nat looked down at her, specifically, as he said that last part. She had also looked up at him, and he could tell it had been important that he had confirmed that he believed her.

“I want you to think about those times, Alyssa,” Nat continued. “Now, I want you to honestly answer me, when I ask, do you think that the lesson really stayed with you? Again, just use your head.”

He watched her pause, saw the mental struggle in her mind and then saw her purse her lips, obviously not thrilled with the decision she had reached, before she slowly shook her head.

“That’s right,” Nat continued, “but you were about to argue and tell me that it had made a difference. Which would have meant you were, right then, being dishonest.” He watched her turn pink with embarrassment.

“Was that that part of your argumentative personality trait showing itself?” He asked looking down.

She nodded again.

“And the stubborn part, since, you would have stuck to an argument that was incorrect, because you’d rather do that, than admit you’re wrong?” Nat saw her blush, even deeper, as she nodded, once again, this time her head falling, just a little bit.

He reached over, and lifted her chin back up, as he said, lightly, “well it’s a good thing I stopped you from doing so, don’t you think?”

He saw her about to nod, very seriously, until she looked up, and saw the smile on his face, reflected in his eyes. She smiled back, which was Nat had hoped to accomplish.

“So,” he continued, “this time your punishment is going to be a bit different, however, I think it will help ensure that the lesson, actually, sinks in.”

Alyssa remained quiet, she didn’t like the sound of that.

“You’re very headstrong, Alyssa,” Nat said to her, “and it suits you well in life, a good deal of the time. But, not always. You don’t always realize that, sometimes, you do have to ask permission, or you do have to do as you’re told, even if you don’t like it. So, for the rest of today, and tomorrow, we’re going to focus on those seemingly smaller things. But things that also keep repeating. Which means starting now, you aren’t going to do anything unless you’ve told to, or you’ve asked for and received permission.” Again he saw her ready to argue, and again he held his fingers up to her lips to silence her.

“From this minute forward, this is how things are going to work. Let me get through explaining things, before you start to argue with me,” Nat said, looking down at her with a mock stern look. Though, if she interpreted it correctly and he had a feeling that she did, she’d catch the actual stern look behind it.

“This will be starting now, and continuing until, I believe, this lesson has truly been learned, as I said, you’re going to do only what you’re told to. That also means, if you’re told to do something, you’re going to do it, without question, fight or argument. When I say that you will not do anything, Alyssa, it means you will ask permission to do anything that you haven’t been told to do. So if we were sitting in here reading, and you wanted to go use the bathroom. I didn’t tell you to do so, you would need to ask permission. It applies to everything.

There will no tolerance for disrespect, bad attitude, back talk, sass, lying. And, unlike most times, when we keep punishments for after dinner or after lunch, that will not happen this time. You can expect, the moment you talk back, do something without permission, do not do something you’re told, argue, lie, are disrespectful, any or all, there will be no long list of punishments to be dispensed before bed. The moment it happens, you’ll be punished right then.” He looked down at her, she seemed to be accepting what he was saying. “Now, tell me what the rules are.”

He watched as she hesitated for a minute and then said, “I have to do what I’m told and only what I’m told, without questioning, fighting or arguing. Anything that I do, that you haven’t told me to do, I have to have your permission for. No being disrespectful, talking back, arguing, showing attitude, lying or sassing you.”

“Very good,” he said, sitting up a bit, and lifting her off his lap. “We’re getting close to lunch time. Please go wash the dishes from this morning’s breakfast, and set the table. I’ll be in there in a few minutes.”

Alyssa just turned to stare at him. Nat had picked up a book from beside the chair, and was perusing through it. “I’m not going to repeat myself, Alyssa,” he said, not glancing up at her.

“But, we do all the dishes at night, when we load them in the dishwasher,” she said to him.

“All right,” Nat said, still not looking up, “then go into the kitchen, retrieve a wooden spatula, and bring it here.”

He heard her suck in her breath. “Oh, no, that’s okay, I’ll wash the dishes.” He could hear her start to turn, to walk away.

“Alyssa,” he said quietly, though there was a slight sharp edge in his voice that he knew would stop her. When she turned to face him, he was looking up from the book, this time. “Perhaps I wasn’t clear, earlier, this is not a choice. I told you what I expected you to do. You did not do so, you disobeyed me. You do not get to choose what you are and aren’t going to do. Not right now, not today, most likely not tomorrow. Now, you are going to march yourself into that kitchen, young lady, retrieve one of the wooden spatulas, and bring it back here for a spanking, that you’ve already earned yourself, after which I expect you to go back into the kitchen, do the dishes, and set the table as I told you to.”

He could tell she was thinking, but she turned, walked into the kitchen, and a few minutes later returned, with the wooden spatula. Nat took it from her hand, and pulled her in front of him, holding her between his knees, “why am I about to spank you, Lyssa?”

“Because I didn’t do what you told me to,” she replied.

“Which was what,” he pressed her.

“Setting the table,” she said quietly. He looked closely and could swear her lower lip was jutted out just a bit.

“Hmm…didn’t I tell you to go to the kitchen and retrieve a spatula also?” Nat asked.

“I did!” she replied indignantly. “It’s in your hand.”

“Alyssa,” Nat said, the warning evident in his quiet tone. “You’ve just added speaking disrespectfully to a quickly growing list. It’s a simple yes or no question. Did I tell you to go retrieve the spatula?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice pouty and sullen.

Nat raised his eyebrows, at the same time lifting her chin and shooting her a look that told her to cool it.

“If I’m not mistaken, you didn’t do as I told you right away, in terms of retrieving this spatula,” he held it up for her. “Yes, it is in my hand. But first you told me that it was okay, you’d go set the table.”

He saw the understanding move into her eyes, but the pouty and sullen attitude didn’t leave her demeanor. Still holding her chin, Nat said quietly, yet firmly to her, “I’m going to give you five seconds to check your attitude, Alyssa, or it will be the fourth item that is going to be addressed.”

He didn’t count aloud, instead just waited, for what was closer to twenty seconds, to see if she wised up any.

Nat was aware that she expected him to yell, or begin to get upset. She was purposely pushing at this point. He wasn’t aware if she did it consciously, or subconsciously, but whenever they veered into new territory, as they were now, she never could just toe the line. She pushed, and pushed, until she could get him riled up.

Once his calmness went away, and he began to react, then Alyssa would back down. It had taken him a while to figure that one out. Just as, he assumed, it would take her a while to realize, that his calmness wasn’t going to go away as easily this time.

He had taken a new mindset on this one. Before, he had been forcing himself to remember, each and every time, that she was still a young woman, a young adult, even if she was acting like a child. That he had to stop seeing her as a child. This time, he was choosing just to view her as she was behaving, as a child. A naughty child. Not stepping in to remind himself that in truth she was in her twenties. Nope, it made it much easier to just view her as a young, misbehaving child that didn’t know any better. It helped his expectations, somehow, because he had more patience and didn’t become as frustrated.

Still holding her chin, so he could watch how she reacted, his voice remained quiet, as he said to her, “looks like there are four items to attend to. Do you want to keep going or do you think you can behave for me?”

Perhaps it was the fact that his demeanor hadn’t changed, that he hadn’t become more upset. Maybe it was what he said. But he watched as the sullen, pouty attitude disappeared from Alyssa’s face and was replaced by…not obedience, that was for sure. He was pretty sure it was surprise and shock. But enough so that she was able to behave for the moment. She just nodded her head.

“You can behave for me?” Nat questioned her. The rule about always answering with a verbal answer was out the window at this point. He wouldn’t expect a child to do so, and since that was how he saw her at the moment, he wasn’t expecting her to do so.

She nodded again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” he remarked. “Four things, Alyssa that we’re going to address at this moment. You disobeyed me when you didn’t go and wash the dishes. You disobeyed me when I told you to go retrieve the spatula. You spoke disrespectfully to me.” Nat was counting them off on his fingers for her as he listed them. As he held up the fourth finger he said, “and you showed nothing but attitude through the entire process, even when told to check yourself, you continued to do so. Which ultimately should count as a fifth item, as it is disobeying to adjust that attitude.”

She scoffed in response.

“Yes,” Nat replied, “I believe that it does constitute the fifth item on the list. Now, I’m going to do you one very large favor young lady, and save you from yourself.”


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