The Deep Freeze - A Nat and Alyssa Story Part Nine

[naughtylilgirl09]

The Deep Freeze – A Nat and Alyssa Story
Part Nine

Nat shook his head, and held up eight up his fingers. That was the only reaction he was willing to give her, when she glanced up at him. “Finish eating your lunch, little girl,” Nat said. Dropping his hands, he finished off the remainder of his meal. He was aware that she was purposely pushing every boundary, every button, everything, and anything, she could think of to get a rise out of him. He was refusing to give in, to give her the outburst, she was looking for.

Finished eating, Nat took the cup of iced tea over to the sink and dumped it. Setting the cup in the sink, he took a moment and observed Alyssa. Her quietness told him the reality of the situation was sinking in. He walked back to the table, and gently squeezed her shoulder. “Are you finished with your lunch,” he asked. Alyssa nodded. “Then, clear the dishes, and come into living room,” Nat told her, giving her shoulder a final squeeze, before walking into the living room.

Sitting on the couch, he could hear her moving, and clearing dishes from the table. When he heard the water running in the sink, he realized she was washing them, too. He hadn’t told her to do that. How to handle this? He had been specific with her. She was only to do as she’d been told. Anything else, she was to ask permission. He went and poked his head into the kitchen. Yes, she was washing the dishes.

“Alyssa,” he said, quietly, trying not to alarm her. She jumped nearly a foot, dropping whatever she was holding into the sink.

She turned and looked at him, uncertainty and nervousness all over her face, “Yes, sir?”

‘Sir,’ Nat mused to himself. Yes, her predicament had sunk in. “Did you want to ask my permission, to wash the dishes, as well? I only told you to clear the table,” Nat reminded her. He watched her eyes grow wide, and she nodded her head.

Nat continued into the kitchen, and over to the sink. Putting his arm around her shoulders, he told her quietly, “yes, you have my permission,” placing a kiss on the top of her head. “Put them in the drying rack, though. Then, into the living room. No stalling by taking the time to dry and put them away, understood?”

He looked down, and saw her nod. “All right,” he said, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze. He stepped away, and was about to leave entirely, but had a change of thought. Landing a brisk swat to her bottom, he chuckled as her hands flew back, and clutched her tush. “Get to it, baby girl,” he said, turning and walking back into the living room.

It was less than five minutes later that Alyssa appeared. She hesitated in the door way. “Come here, little one, it’s all right,” Nat said to her.

Alyssa stood in doorway of the living room, gripping the molding. Everything looked normal, but she was apprehensive. “Come here, little one, it’s all right,” Nat said to her.

He had seen her hesitate, could tell she was nervous. That was the only reason that he would call her ‘little one’ right before he was going to spank her. It was a short distance between the doorway and where he sat. When she was close enough, Nat took hold of her hand and guided her the rest of the way, pulling her to stand, not just in front of him, but holding her locked between his knees.

It took her a moment, but she finally raised her head, and looked up at him. “There we are,” he said, quietly, when she met his eyes. “Well, little miss, are you ready to tell me what it was you were drinking at lunch today?”

“Iced tea,” she admitted, looking down. She felt his hand take hold of her chin, and firmly lift her head back up. The disappointment in his eyes was almost her undoing.

“Yes,” Nat said, “and is that milk, water or juice?”

Dozens of answers flew to Alyssa’s mind, all different rationalizations about why the selection of iced tea was the correct thing to do, why it fit into one of the three choices. Nat knew her too well, because he stopped every single one of the wonderfully crafted, bullshit, impromptu answers that she could produce on the spot, from coming out of her mouth, just by saying her name.

Not even her full name. All he said was, “Lyssa,” in the quiet tone that he had been continually using.

“No, it isn’t,” she said.

“No, it isn’t,” he repeated, not letting go of her chin. “And, you and I are going to continue talking about this. First, there were eight instances of behavior at lunch that need to be addressed.”

“Nat, I’m really sorry,” she began, hearing how pathetic her own voice sounded. Eight more punishments? Yes, she could admit that she deserved them. But eight more? She was sorry. She knew she was. Could she guarantee that if he gave her a warning, she wouldn’t do it again?

She was sorry.

“Nat, I’m really sorry,” Alyssa began. He saw the pleading look in her eyes.

“I’m sure you are,” he told her. “But that doesn’t change what happened today, or what I have to do right now.” Nat looked into her eyes, and saw, that the pleading look, had changed to that of resignation, and acceptance.

He unlocked the firm grip he held her in between his legs, and gently began to guide her back a few steps. He didn’t speak, as he took hold of her arm, and walked over to his side. In his mind, there was nothing left to be said. The room was completely silent, as Alyssa was lost in her own mind. She remained wrapped up in her own thoughts as he guided her over his knees. He made sure to position her so that she was unbalanced, as he had the previous times.

Tucking his finger in the elastic waistband of her panties, he pulled them down to her knees, with a swift tug. Her bottom had reduced itself to a light pink color. He patted it twice, drawing her from her own mind.

Straightening, and clearing his throat, he said, “Now, from earlier, Alyssa. Eight things, I want you to list them, in order.”

He heard her suck in a deep breath, and then begin to talk, her voice shaky. “Number one is that I disobeyed you. Number two is that I lied to you. Three is that I disobeyed you and four I disobeyed you again. Uh, five is that I didn’t ask for permission to do something. The sixth is that I showed you attitude, seventh is that I sassed you, and the eighth, uh, I…you didn’t exactly tell me what the last one was, but I think it was back talk or that I sassed you.”

“Or both,” Nat commented. “Back-talk and sass. Instead of arguing with me,” he lightly slapped her bottom to stop her protest. “I suggest you behave and be grateful that I haven’t decide to punish you for both, each time, which I very well could have, and possibly should. Or, even add disrespect, as a third item, for each of those times.” That settled her down, quickly.

“Better,” Nat continued. “So, you disobeyed me four times. Before you argue, let’s clarify that not asking permission is the same as disobeying.” He felt her body relax again, telling him she understood. “You lied to me once, and you either showed me attitude or sassed me, we’ll group those two together, three times. Sound right, Alyssa?”

“Yes,” she said, sounding miserable.

“Glad we agree,” Nat continued. “Now, last time for the disobedience, how did I punish you?”

She remained quiet. Nat paused for ten more seconds, giving her another chance to answer. She didn’t respond. Still managing to keep his voice quiet, he applied two medium swats to her upper thighs. They were not, what anyone, would call his hardest, by any stretch of the imagination. But, they got her attention. “Alyssa, the count just went to five, for disobedience, so I would suggest you answer a question, when asked.”

He heard her sniffle, and then respond, “twenty, with your hand.”

“Hmm, that’s right, I spanked you twenty times, with my hand, for each time you disobeyed me,” Nat said, his voice still quiet. “It doesn’t seem to be doing the job, but we’ll try it one more time. If there is a next time, Alyssa, that twenty is going to increase. Something to keep in mind, little girl.”

Just being over his knee, her bottom bare, again, that day was horrifying. Her feet didn’t touch the ground, her hands didn’t touch the ground. That, and he was calling her ‘little girl’. If it was just a variation of ‘little one’, she wouldn’t mind so much. But it definitely was not. He had just said it again, too. “Something to keep in mind, little girl,” Nat said to her.

She didn’t have time to search her brain for what he was referring to, or even chastise herself for not listening better. The minute those words left his mouth, the first swat hit her bottom. SMACK! She heard it, before she felt it. That was one of the larger annoyances, as well. Nat was spanking hard and fast.

SMACK! It was hard to believe he was only using his hand. SMACK! Hand made of steel, possibly. SMACK! The awful sound of his hand hitting her bottom always came first. SMACK! She hardly had time to register the sound, in her mind. SMACK! Then, by the time the pain started, the sound from the next arrived.

SMACK! She had to do better. SMACK! She could do better. SMACK! She would learn how to behave. SMACK! SMACK! She did have to learn how to behave. SMACK! She knew how, sort of. SMACK! She just had to get herself to do it. SMACK! He was going so fast. SMACK! And not saying anything. SMACK! She hated it when he lectured. SMACK! But she hated the silence too. SMACK! His going fast and not talking was torture.

SMACK! Her bottom stung. SMACK! Though she had lost count somewhere around 8, Nat had been spanking so quickly that when more than three seconds went by without another punishing blow to her bottom, she knew he reached twenty.

Oh my poor bottom, Alyssa lamented to herself. It must be bright red and twice its size by now. Her brain threw in, ‘and it’s only the first spanking too. It was another one of those moments where she really wished she could kick herself.

He only gave her thirty seconds to recover. Then she heard him say, “All right, Alyssa, that was for your second act of disobedience.” Second act? She thought to herself, what happened to the first one?

She felt him raise his arm up in the air, and immediately clenched her cheeks together. “Alyssa, relax your bottom right now. I’m going to spank you again, with my hand, for the third act of disobedience,” Nat’s voice said, from somewhere above her. Despite everything, he was still quiet. She expected him to be yelling, booming, not quiet. “To refresh your memory, that act of disobedience was refusing to answer a question, again.”

He must have brought his arm down, because she felt his hand resting on her bottom. Not spanking, patting, rubbing, just resting there. “Now, because this is the same reason that you were just punished, refusing to answer a question, we’re going to twenty five. Not twenty.”

Alyssa sucked in her breath, and felt her muscles automatically tense.

“Alyssa,” Nat’s voice was still quiet. She didn’t like it, it was definitely creeping her out. There should have at least been a warning tone or something. “What did I just say? Relax your bottom, young lady.”

His hand was still resting on the center of her tush, covering both of her cheeks. She felt him lightly pat her fanny, twice, never fully lifting his hand. She must have been out of her mind, but she felt reassured by those two pats. “I will give you a minute to calm,” he continued, “gather yourself, and then I plan to move on to the fourth item, as it goes hand in hand with the third. Fourth item on the list, what is it young lady?

Alyssa bit her lip, trying not to cry, and finally whispered, “not asking permission.”

“Good girl,” Nat said. She found it so strange, awkward even, how just those two words made her feel a little bit better, even when she was about to be spanked.

“Good girl,” Nat praised her, giving her bottom another two, very light pats. He could see she was beginning to relax a small amount, accepting the predicament she was in. Without warning her, he raised his arm up, and brought it flying back down hitting the center of her cheeks. SMACK! The noise echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls. By the time the room quieted, Nat’s arm had gone back up and was flying back down again. SMACK! He focused on the center of her bottom, the same place where his hand had previously been resting.

SMACK! This is important, he reminded himself. SMACK! It might seem like you’re being petty. SMACK! Nitpicking every situation. SMACK! Punishing her for everything. SMACK! But these are basic lessons in life. SMACK! That she somehow never learned. SMACK! That’s she’s managed to get by unscathed so far was miraculous.

SMACK! This is for her own good. SMACK! One day she won’t get away with it. SMACK! Whatever ‘it’ is. SMACK! The consequences will be far worse than a day of spankings. SMACK! This may be hard for her now. SMACK! Hard for you. SMACK! It’s necessary, though, and far overdue. SMACK! The behavior couldn’t go on. SMACK! Alyssa could no longer be a grown woman, SMACK! acting like a child. SMACK!

He had finished the first twenty. “Alyssa,” he cleared his throat to get her attention, as he reached over, and retrieved an object.

It took her a moment, but she did respond, “yes?”

“I’m about to do the last five, to make for twenty five,” Nat told her. “You’re to count each one. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly.

Nat didn’t say anything. Instead he raised the spatula that he had retrieved, up into the air and brought it flying down onto the center of her bottom. She howled in pain, but after a moment, choked out, “one, sir.”

Nat remained silent, raising the spatula again, and using the same amount of force, swinging it down onto her bottom, eliciting another scream of pain. To her credit, Alyssa counted all five, without missing any or needing a reminder.

Nat placed the spatula to the side. “I believe we already spoke about this next one, Alyssa, but to be sure you know why you’re about to have your bottom soundly smacked, it is because you did not ask permission.”

His raised his arm up and brought it flying down onto her, what he was sure was, quite sore bottom. SMACK! This punishment he wanted to get through quick. SMACK! Right cheek. SMACK! Left cheek. SMACK! Right. SMACK! Left. SMACK! Right. SMACK! Left. SMACK! He could see dark red circles forming on both sides. SMACK! Right. SMACK! Left.
SMACK! Right. SMACK! Left. SMACK! By tomorrow those circles would be purplish bruises. SMACK! Right. SMACK! Right. SMACK! Left. SMACK! Left. SMACK! Right. SMACK! Left. SMACK!

Alyssa was in tears by this point, pleading for him to stop, promising him that she’d learned her lesson and that she’d behave. While he wouldn’t stop, Nat did pause. Rubbing her back, massaging a small circle, he told her, gently, “Alyssa, that’s three down, you’ve got six more to go.” He could hear her crying increase for a moment, but she accepted it and within a few minutes her breathing was even.

“The fifth time you disobeyed me, Alyssa, and I’m disappointed in you for this, as it could have been avoided, was when you were right here, over my knee,” Nat told her.

“I’m sorry, Nat,” she cried.

He rubbed her lower back, as he replied, “I know you are. Everyone is sorry when they’re about to be spanked. But I also know that your regret about your actions in genuine, Alyssa,” he knew that was important for her to hear. Reminding her that it was a convenient time to apologize since she’d been caught was something he’d be reinforcing all day. But he also knew that one very important thing to her was that he recognize that she was truly sorry.

“Unfortunately, young lady, it doesn’t change the circumstances of the situation. You disobeyed me, and now you have to pay the piper for that action.”

That was all that needed to be said. He raised his arm up and began this last set of twenty. SMACK! SMACK! He was spanking harder. SMACK! But it was on purpose. SMACK! SMACK! This fifth instance was not acceptable. SMACK! It could have been avoided. SMACK! Hell, she’d earned the punishment, SMACK! while she was over his knee! SMACK! SMACK! She might be sorry SMACK! She could say sorry SMACK! SMACK! But Nat was going to make sure SMACK! SMACK! that she was sorry. SMACK! SMACK! Never. SMACK! Ever. SMACK! Again. SMACK!

Alyssa was sobbing by the end of the twenty. He yanked her panties back up over her bottom while she was still in the haze of pain. “Take one minute,” Nat said, never raising his voice. His quiet tone managed to cut through all her tears, “gather yourself, as much as possible.”

In truth, he allowed her close to four minutes. “Now, it was three instances of attitude or sass, I believe. And while you will be spanked, have no doubt on that, young lady, your smart mouthed comments seem to get you into a good deal of trouble. So I think it’s time someone’s mouth was washed out.”

Nat lifted her up from his lap, and carried her into the kitchen. Placing her on the counter, he ignored the wince of pain she made the moment her bottom pressed against the hard surface. Grabbing a clean washcloth, he lathered it up with soap, and instructed her to open up her mouth. Making a face, Alyssa did so. Nat had to give her credit, she tried to behave as he scrubbed the inside of her mouth with the cloth. She was sitting directly across from the microwave. He set the timer for five minutes, after placing the bar of soap, for her to hold, between her teeth. She watched the seconds go down.

While she did, he lectured, quietly, on the lack of respect, the attitude, the sass, the smart mouth comments, how it was not acceptable. When the timer went off, Nat walked over and removed the soap from between her teeth. He filled the same glass that had previously held the iced tea with water, not so that it was completely full, but providing her with a good half cup of clean water to rinse with. He placed the glass next to the sink, lifted her off the counter and proceeded to hand her the water, first telling her, “rinse and spit, do not swallow under any circumstances. Understood?” When she nodded, he handed her the glass.

It was like giving water to someone in 100 degree temperatures that hadn’t had anything to drink in days. Alyssa devoured it, rinsing, gargling and trying her best to remove the taste of soap from her mouth. a glass with water, handing it to her, and said, ‘here, rinse your mouth, don’t swallow it.”

But since it was only half a glass, and it was soon gone. She looked up at Nat, once the glass was empty. Maybe he’d give her a little more? Nope. Instead he took the glass away, gave her a wry smile, and said, “the taste will remain there for a while, it’s a good reminder.”

She didn’t want the reminder, she wanted the taste to be gone. “Let’s go,” he said, doing that nod, gesturing thing that he always does. Alyssa was never sure what to call it. It wasn’t a nod, but not really a jerk of the head either. Essentially, he’d tilt his head just slightly in whatever direction he wanted her to go. Literally, only ever so slightly, and then at the same time that he’d look that direction with his eyes, he’d motion with his head. Maybe it was a gesture.

Focus, she reminded herself. It really isn’t important what the correct term is for that stupid head motion that he does. There are a lot more important things currently happening. Like the fact that you’re going back to the living room and probably never going to be able to sit again. She didn’t even make it into the living room. Alyssa was beyond surprised when, just as she was about to pass the kitchen table, Nat lifted her off her feet, bent her over one of his legs, which he hand propped up on one of the kitchen chairs, pulling her panties down once again. She knew she was about to get another spanking.

“How many instances of back talk, sass, insolence, were you to be punished for Alyssa?” he asked her.

He knew the answer, she thought bitterly to herself. “Three,” she answered, as politely as she could.

“Very good,” she heard him say. Then she heard the whistling noise of something flying through the air, a split second later she felt a tremendous, nearly unbearable pain on the top of her right thigh.

Nat lifted her off the counter and nodded towards the living room, as he set her on the floor. Alyssa started that way, but was obviously surprised when Nat picked her up again, bent her over one leg, which he had propped up on a chair, yanking her panties down, and with a ruler in hand swatted her thighs causing her to howl and scream. He had only laid five swats onto her right thigh, but she was howling like a banshee. “Alyssa, that’s enough,” he said quietly. “This is the rest of your punishment for the attitude, the sass, the back talk, and if you don’t settle down, it’s going to get longer.”

That quieted her down. While he didn’t intend to make good on that threat, unless truly pressed, she didn’t need to know that. He laid down the five onto her left thigh, completing the punishment for the first, and then applied ten more swats to each thigh, five for each occurrence of the sass or back talk, a total of fifteen for each leg.

Keeping her bent over his leg, he let her cry. Though they had slowed, her tears were still falling, when he began to speak. “All right, Alyssa. You just received five with this ruler for each time you sassed or back talked me.” Nat was not sure at that moment if she was listening, at all, to him. Especially when she didn’t respond. “Alyssa,” he said, not veering from the quiet tone, but smacking the ruler down, on the very top of her right thigh, and then her left.

She screamed in surprise, then coughed, and then choked out, “five, yes, five for each time I sassed you, five on each side.” She was moving her head up and down in earnest, nodding, trying to show that she was listening.

“I want you to remember those numbers, and remember exactly what it felt like,” he told her.
“I do, I will,” she promised, her head bobbing up and down again. Nat couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

“Is that so, then why don’t you describe to me, what that spanking felt like. Tell me what it was for, how many smacks you earned for the error, and then what describe what it felt like,” Nat made it sound like a suggestion, but they both knew it wasn’t.

“Five, and it was on my upper thighs, and it stung and hurt so badly, stings, it stings I don’t know how else to describe it.”

“Stings is a fairly accurate description,” Nat replied. “Five swats, you are correct. What were they for?”

“For?” Alyssa squeaked out.

“Yes, Alyssa,” Nat said. “I don’t punish you for my own entertainment. So, why did I find it necessary to punish you just a few minutes ago?”

“Uh, I uh, sassing you! Back talk!” she cried out, almost in triumph.

“That’s correct, Alyssa,” Nat replied quietly. “Now, I want you to think about this before you answer. Did you know that, or did you have to take time to figure it out or remember it?”

She was silent for a moment, and then said, “I had forgotten, so I had to take time to figure it out and remember it,” her heard her let out a small sob, as she said it. “I know that you’re going to punish me more because of that, and I deserve it. I’m sorry.”

Nat smiled at this. “You’re right about that, but we’ll talk about it later. Meanwhile, I expect you to remember the reason you were punished, and the number of swats you received.” Quickly pulling her panties back up, he heard her let out a small gasp from the material running over her newly chastised thighs and landing on her punished bottom. He placed her down on the floor, for a moment, and he put the ruler back in the drawer. Then lifting her up and he held her pinned to his waist as he moved back into the living room. “Because that number will quickly increase if the behavior becomes a common occurrence.”

Taking a seat on the sofa again, Nat easily maneuvered her so that she was back over his knee without any trouble. She was crying, trying to hide it, but he was aware, both that it was happening, and that it was a mixture of actual pain and her feeling badly. Instead of moving forward, right away, he gently rubbed her back, giving her time to calm down.

When he felt that her breathing had gone back to a calmer rate, and could no longer hear the hushed tears, he began to speak. “We’re almost done, Alyssa. I truly hope that this will be the last time that you accrue such a large number of demerits that require punishment. There are two things left. The first act of disobedience and the lying. I know you’ve been wondering why I didn’t punish that first time with the other four.”

Changing his mind, Nat lifted her, again, and flipped her, so she was sitting upright on his lap, so that he could talk to her. “What you did, that first time, was a blatant outright act of disobedience. You knew exactly what your choices were, you knew exactly what the rules were and you chose to disobey and to cover it up by lying. And, if I hadn’t caught you, if I hadn’t noticed what you were drinking, I’m fairly certain you would not have come to me and told me what you had done.”

Nat looked down, leaning over so he could see her face. She nodded.

“Exactly,” he said. “This punishment is going to be different than the others, because I view the actions as more severe than the others.” She opened her mouth, and Nat shook his head. “I know you’re sorry, Alyssa. But my mind is already made up, about this.” He watched as she bit her lip, and then nodded.

[dalek1967]

Very good story excellent plot line and well written