The White Out Day Two - Part Three

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The White Out Day Two – Part Three
A Nat and Alyssa Story

Twenty minutes had passed as Nat was lost in his thoughts. Glancing up at the clock he decided it was time to move on with the events of the evening. Walking towards the bed he called for her to come over. At this point he expected a fight or at the very least an argument. She didn’t give one, instead simply walking over to where he directed by the side of the bed. God, he thought to himself, this would almost be easier if she argued back, plead for him to stop. “Look at me Alyssa,” he said to the woebegone young woman in front of him. Dutifully she raised her head up to meet his eyes. Placing one hand on her shoulder he caressed her cheek with the other as he said, “you’re doing quite well, and I’m very proud of you for accepting responsibility for you actions and taking your punishment the way you have. I want you to know that.” He watched as a bit of warmth and happiness flittered through her eyes, she leaned her head in just a bit to his hand that was holding her right cheek, gently caressing tear stained skin.

Giving her a somewhat rueful smile he continued, “I’m sorry this next part is necessary and I won’t lie to you, it will be extraordinarily painful.” She winced at his words, noticeably and started to lower her head. Catching her chin and propelling her head back up he said to her, “hey, look at me.” When her eyes finally met his he continued, “I don’t want to ever have to punish you like this again, do you understand me?” She nodded, tears already flowing down her face. “Tell me, Alyssa,” he continued, “do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she choked out, “I hope you never have to.”

Nodding his approval of the answer Nat led her to stand in front of the large stack of pillows he had earlier placed at the side of the bed. “You’re going to bend over so that your bottom is directly on the top of that stack,” he told her. She looked at him for a moment, not confused, more like he had lost his mind. Then she went the four or five more inches to the bed and attempted to get into the position he wanted. He watched her struggle for a moment, attempting not to laugh. She practically had to climb atop the stack.

Finally he grasped a hold of her hips and lifted her off the ground setting her down in the exact place he wanted her. Handing her one of the side cushions from the couch he told her, “wrap your arms around this and hold on tight, young lady. If at any time those hand fly back we’ll start from the beginning, understand?”

Alyssa didn’t have to be told twice, she was already holding onto the cushion as if her life depended on it. “Yes sir,” came her muffled reply as she had buried her head into pillow.

His belt mad a whooshing sound as he pulled it out of the loops on his pants. Alyssa looked back for a moment to see the cause of the noise and then immediately buried her head into the pillow again. As he wrapped the belt around his hand a few times Nat said, “I hope never to do this again, Alyssa, but this time you richly earned it.”

With that he swung the belt down onto her already scarlet bottom causing her to scream out in pain. “What did you think tossing a bowl of food in someone’s lap would accomplish?” SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, “Are you six years old or twenty six years old because by those actions it is really hard to tell?” SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK

There didn’t seem to be that much point to a lecture, they both knew why she was there. He chose to keep his words to a minimum. Knowing Alyssa as he did the less he talked the more impact that would have on her.
SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK

He worked the belt from the very top of her bottom all the way down to the bottom and back to the top again. She was crying, beyond crying, she was sobbing, begging for him to stop, telling him over and over how sorry she was. He didn’t doubt that for one second. He knew she had been sorry before she had even entered the room.

But this punishment wasn’t going to be over until she had truly learned her lesson. If he stopped because she had begged him to, well that would teach her nothing and leave him living in madness for the next week or so.
He paused for a moment, tucking the belt under his arm, lifted her hips and moved her forward on the stack of pillows, giving him better access to directly underneath her bottom cheeks. Then he once again wrapped the belt around his hand a few times and began again. SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK

Once he began spanking this very tender area Alyssa’s sobs and pleas turned to screams of protest, her legs flying up nearly hitting him in the head. “That’s enough,” he roared at her. Even though he couldn’t see her face, he knew she had flinched. She was not used to being yelled at and it tended to frighten her when someone did. Despite the flinch, he didn’t bother to adjust his tone or volume, “young lady you will keep control of those legs or you will find yourself earning additional swats with the hairbrush before you go to bed, do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” Alyssa choked out.

“Good,” Nat replied before resuming. He moved her forward even further and then lifted his arm. SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK. She made it through the first two but on the third stoke her leg flew up and nearly hit him. He managed to deflect it, and continue with the spanking, saying, “congratulations Alyssa, you just earned yourself five swats with the hairbrush, get control of yourself or that number will go higher.”

SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOS CRACK,
SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOS CRACK,
SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOSH CRACK, SWOOS CRACK

Working the belt down her thighs he could hear the protests and frantic sobs start to give in, she was beginning to yield. Three more time she had kicked up those legs, nearly giving him a concussion but had managed to get control after that. He went back to focusing on the area right under her bottom cheeks and brought the belt down as hard and fast as possible. It was not more than ten strokes before she had given up, her entire body limp over a stack of pillows, and any further spanking would have been abuse.

Nat gave her a few minutes as he put the belt back on and gathered a few things from the bathroom. When he returned to the bedside she had calmed down a bit, though not completely. “C’mere little one,” he said as he helped her up from the fallen stack of pillows and pulled her into his arms for a hug. There were still a few things left to get through that evening, but after the spankings she had just endured he couldn’t not hold her for a few minutes. It would simply be cruel not to.

Within about five minutes he could tell that her tears had stopped, her body was no longer shaking, and she seemed much more calm. He almost hated to do it, but he once again pried her away from his body. “Alyssa, I’m sorry, but we’re still not done for the evening.”

The look she gave him made his heart crumble. It took everything he had to stick to his resolve. Keeping one arm around her shoulders he led her over to a small desk that his wife had purchased with the intent of using for crafts three years ago, to this day it’s purpose had yet to go beyond collecting dust. Picking up the washcloth he wet and lathered with soap a few minutes earlier he showed it to Alyssa along with the bar of soap sitting on the table. “I will not allow cursing, not in my house, and you will learn, eventually, not to do so anywhere, whether you are here or at school, or work, understand?” She nodded, a sad look on her face. Nat was well aware that cursing was one of her worst habits. “Until then, you can expect a good and thorough mouth washing each and every time I hear one of those words come out of your mouth.” He looked at her to ascertain her understanding.

The look on her face told him that she did. “Open up,” he instructed.

Hesitantly Alyssa opened her mouth. “All the way, Alyssa, as far as it will go,” Nat commanded, now reaching the point of just wanting to end this evening. A wave of hurt ran across her face and he regretted snapping at her. If it had been his daughter he wouldn’t have thought twice about it, she knew exactly what was expected when having her mouth washed out. At age 13 it was a frequent occurrence in this house. But for Alyssa this was a first time event, he chided himself for losing his patience. “Good girl,” he said gently trying to lessen the blow of snapping at her a few seconds ago. Taking her chin in one hand he inserted the washcloth into her mouth with the other and began to rub it all around. She immediately gagged at the taste and attempted to pull away, but he held firmly onto her chin, “breathe threw your nose,” he advised her. Tears started to flow out of her eyes but she did her best to heed his advice and slowly normal breathing resumed.

After a few minutes he removed the cloth and a wave of relief washed over Alyssa’s face. Nat then brought the bar of soap up to her mouth and once again instructed her to open up. Her eyes weren’t pleading, more exhausted, just stared at him for a few seconds before she complied. Gently he inserted the bar of soap, tapping her chin to close her mouth. She looked mournful.

He led her over to the wicker chair behind the desk and instructed her to sit down. Alyssa eyed the chair and then just looked back at him. “Sit down Alyssa,” he said again well aware of the feeling the wicker would cause her wounded bottom. Squeezing her eyes closed she gingerly sat down, her eyes flying open in surprise from the pain when her bottom actually made contact with the chair.

Not waiting for her to get used to the feeling Nat pushed a tablet and two pens in front of her. “I will no longer use curse words” he said, watching her making sure she comprehended what was going on. “You’re going to write it one hundred times. When you finish twenty five lines, that are acceptable, meaning clear and neat writing, perfect spelling and punctuation, then you may remove the soap from your mouth. At fifty you will be allowed to rinse,” Nat saw tears beginning to trickle down her already soaked cheeks. He steeled himself and ignored them, “at seventy five I’m going to give you the twenty additional strokes with the hairbrush, and then you’ll finish the last twenty five lines. Understand?”

She didn’t nod, he noticed, but she did pick up a pen and begin to write. Tears had gone past the slow trickling point and were flowing down her face, her hand shaking a bit as she slowly began to write.

Walking over to the window he stared at the white blur that continued to hold them both captive. Nothing entertaining or amusing about the image whatsoever but it was better than watching the girl in front of him.
After a few moments he turned back and saw her continuing to diligently write on the tablet. Within minutes she held it out to him. He took this to mean that she had finished the first twenty five. Taking the legal tablet from her he quickly scanned the written words. While it wasn’t typecast it was perfectly acceptable at the given moment. Placing the notepad back in front of her on the table, he reached out and took hold of the bar of soap, “open,” he said, as he pulled it from her mouth. The look of relief that swept over her was priceless.

Alyssa would never let anyone tell her that she had a big mouth again. It had been close to painful to fit that whole bar in there. It took every ounce of strength she had not to exclaim out loud when Nat pulled that thing out. Not that he gave her much time to enjoy it. The minute he removed it, his next words to her were “back to writing now.”

She made a face. It was a reflex, and she prayed he didn’t see it. If he did, than he had chosen to ignore it. He couldn’t give her one minute to enjoy not having a gigantic bar of soap in her mouth? Deciding not to dwell on it, she picked up the pen and began to write again. She didn’t even have to look up to know that he was walking in circles in the small room. She was the one that had had been spanked twice and was now sitting on a wicker chair with pieces of straw, or whatever it was that these things were made of, poking her already sore rear end, and he couldn’t sit still???? Strange.

Clearing her throat, she said quietly, “I finished fifty now.”
Maybe he wasn’t distraught, Alyssa thought to herself, as she watched Nat walk the ten steps back to the small desk. A few seconds ago he had been pacing himself around in circles, but now he approached her with a stern, cool demeanor about him. The one that made her start to babble all the time. She liked the pacing version of him better, even though she hadn’t even looked up to see what that version even looked like. Yes, that version would be much easier to get along with, to push aside. That version would not be the annoying road block in her life. She sighed to herself, and then realized that it hadn’t been a mental sigh, but actually happened.

Nat raised his eyebrows as his gaze shifted from the notepad to her, “I’m sorry, is this boring you, young lady?” he asked her, the look in his eyes letting her know that she had just made a very, very big mistake. “If you don’t think this is a suitable punishment for cursing, we can easily arrange for you and that hairbrush to have a discussion about it instead.”

She could feel the tears spring up to her eyes again, who was this person? Even the Nat from State wasn’t this harsh with her…except maybe a few times. “N-n-no,” she managed to stammer out, “I’m sorry, I was just thinking to myself about something else, that’s all.”

He pursed his lips and Alyssa feared that she had given the wrong answer, “the only thing that you are supposed to be thinking about, Alyssa, is the reason that you ended up here in the first place.”

She opened her mouth to respond but her stopped her, holding up his hand, and then turned and walked into the bathroom. Probably a good thing he had since anything else she said would probably get her into more trouble.
Seconds later she spotted him holding that blasted bar of soap again, “since you need some help concentrating on the reason you’re actually being punished,” he said as he walked towards her, “you’ll finish the last fifty lines with this back in your mouth.” He was now at her side, “open.”

Despite the fact that she had just been spanked, twice, she didn’t want to open her mouth for that stupid, horrible tasting bar of soap, she wanted to kick him instead. He wasn’t being fair. He knew her. He knew that her mind wandered all over the place all the time, even when she was focused on the issue at hand.
Pushing the thought of kicking out of her mind she dutifully opened her mouth and forced herself not to gag as the soap entered.

Nat watched her face as he placed the soap back into her mouth. She hadn’t put up an argument but the look in her eyes, there was something different than all the other times. A little spark of defiance, and that could only ever lead to trouble. Especially where Alyssa was concerned. “Finish the last fifty,” he told her, “then you may rinse and we’ll get that last spanking out of the way.”

God, I’m making it sound like a job, a task list, he thought to himself. He began to pace the room, he couldn’t help himself, it seemed impossible to stand there and watch. In a way it was a sort of task list, a list of punishments that he had to administer, that she had to accept. It was hard though, even for him. He had no problem being the most hated advisor at the college. He knew that around eight five percent of the students he worked with didn’t like him and many went as far as to say that they hated him. The last fifteen percent, well, most of those either never came to see him, or fell into the group where he had to call the police because of stalking issues.

He didn’t have a problem being hated, he didn’t have a problem being the tough guy, saying no, giving detentions. Within his family he was well aware that he was the strictest of all the parents; that everyone thought he was too harsh because he spanked his daughter. It didn’t bother him, didn’t even phase him really.

But this, this was hard. Partly because of the number of punishments, so many in one evening. But more because it was Alyssa. He cared about her the way he cared about all of his students, possibly a little more. She was a bit like a daughter to him. And at age twenty six this was the first time she had ever had someone place rules and consequences into her life. It seemed unimaginable to him when he met her three years ago and she told him that she had never followed rules, never been punished. He began to realize it was true as he got to know her better. Now, as doled out this lengthy list of punishments it was difficult to remain in the authoritative parental mode that he knew she needed. He felt the need to praise and encourage her along the way, the give her so much more comfort, hold her so much longer. This was all so new to her and he didn’t want to hurt her when she was just trying to grow up.

A knocking sound took him from his thoughts. Turning from the window that he had eventually ended up at he saw Alyssa tapping the pen on the desk to gain his attention. He took a second to put on the stern parental demeanor, the real one having long ago vanished, and went over to the desk. Taking the tabled from the desk he scanned the pages. They were fine, at this point he wasn’t going to be picky. Especially given he still had to give twenty more smacks with the hairbrush and a spanking in the morning.

Putting the notepad back on the desk he gestured toward the bathroom with his head, “go rinse out your mouth.” The look of relief that spread over Alyssa’s face was what he expected and not a spark of defiance was there.

Alyssa rinsed her mouth over and over but that horrible taste would not go away. She supposed that was the point. Shaking her head to herself she looked at her reflection. She could pass for a twelve year old at the moment if she wanted to, a well chastised one at that. For a moment the thought made her smile and then she thought back to when she actually had been twelve years old. The smile disappeared incredibly fast. Drying her hands on a towel she walked out into the master bedroom. Nat was simply standing there, waiting for her, hairbrush in hand.

Crap, she had totally forgotten, there were extra slaps or whatever they were called from that hairbrush. Tomorrow, she was going on a mission to hide that thing. They were snowed in so it wasn’t like he could go out and buy another one. She stopped just outside the bathroom door. Her mind was telling her to walk over to Nat and get the last part over with but her feet just weren’t doing it.

She looked up at Nat and he obviously sensed the fear that she had. Holding out his hand to her, he said, “Come on little one, let’s finish this for the night, all right?”

Little one? Hmm, he’d called her that, what, three times now? Maybe that was a nickname that he was using for her, or like a term of endearment? No, couldn’t be a term of endearment, Nat couldn’t stand her, had to be a moniker. It took her a few seconds but she left the spot that she had been rooted to, took his hand and they walked back over to the loveseat where the spankings had all began.

Neither of them were speaking. That was odd, and the silence bothered her. It made her want to talk. But she didn’t want to be the first one to talk.

Before she even got a chance to say anything Nat had already guided her back over his knees so basically she would have been having a conversation with the carpet anyways.

“Twenty strokes with the hairbrush Alyssa,” she heard him say, “if you had learned a little more self control this wouldn’t be necessary.” SMACK

She cried out in pain when the brush landed on her right cheek. She hadn’t meant to but it felt like he was bringing it down so much harder than last time. Before she even got a chance to recover he delivered the second stroke SMACK to the middle of her left cheek, again causing her to cry out in pain.

SMACK SMACK

The next two were in quick succession. And then there was nothing. What was he doing? Did he forget that he said 20? No, she knew him well enough to know that he would follow through on the whole thing.

Nat could tell she was confused, it was evident by the stiffening of her muscles. He just let her lay there for a bit, confused, vulnerable and definitely suspicious. After about four minutes he gave a hard smack with the hair brush to the bottom part of her left cheek causing her to scream out in pain. “So what did we learn tonight Alyssa?” he asked, then giving the same stroke to the right cheek. Another scream followed and then sobbing. “Alyssa,” Nat repeated a definite warning tone in his voice. Her sobbing quieted and she managed to say, “that I need to learn self control and that cursing isn’t acceptable and that dumping cereal in peoples laps is horrible and childish.”

“Very good,” Nat said. He waited a few more minutes and then, again, gave an extremely hard stoke to her right cheek. This time her leg came flying up in the air. He caught her calf and held it there. “What was it that you were saying about self control, Alyssa?”

A new set of tears erupted as she said, “that I need to learn more self control.”

Giving another hard swat to the same cheek he asked, “and what do you call this?”

Alyssa didn’t respond so Nat again walloped her right cheek causing her to scream out, her leg jerking within his grip. “Uh, uh lack of self control,” she stuttered out.

“Very good,” Nat said, as he released her leg, guiding it back down to the floor. “I suggest you maintain that control for these next eleven strokes.”
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
SMACK SMACK SMACK

The next eleven Nat gave very quickly to her upper thighs causing her to scream and sob at the same time. But it was over nearly as quickly as he had begun, and her legs had stayed on the ground. He put the hairbrush on the side table and carefully unpinned Alyssa’s shirt, bringing it down to covered her red, bruised, welted bottom. Rubbing her back for a few moments he waited until she had calmed just a bit before helping her stand on her feet and then pulling her into his arms and into his lap, just as he did the previous evening.

Before letting her completely snuggle into his arms he pulled her chin up so he could be sure that she understood him, “Lyssa, I’m very proud of you that you accepted your punishments this evening. I hope we never ever have to do this again. And no, before you even think it, I do not hate you, I never will. You are forgiven for what transpired today and we don’t have to talk about it anymore, except,” he saw a look of worry in her eyes, “except for tomorrow morning. You still have one spanking left tomorrow morning. But right now, I think it is important that you know how proud I am of you, all right?”

“Yes, sir,” she nearly whispered.

“All right,” Nat said, once again tightening his hug around her. He felt her begin to settle into his arms and her tears truly began to fall. He knew she was sobbing into his chest and all he knew to do was just hold her, rock her back and forth and tell her that she was cared about, forgiven and loved. But truth be told, he didn’t think that she heard a word he said.