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

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

“It seems that this first lesson hasn’t yet been learned meaning we need a more effective way of getting this lesson through to you,” Nat said to her, letting go of her hands. “Go log onto the school portal, print out the syllabus for each of these courses, and bring them back to me.”

Alyssa just looked at him blankly for a minute. He wanted the syllabus? Why?

“Alyssa Marie,” Nat’s voice came a bit louder than before. He had stood up and walked part way across the room, now looking at something that seemed to be more interesting than her. “I suggest you do as you’re told, and go print out the documents I told you to.”

“Even for the history class?” Alyssa asked him. She knew that punishment was going to be repeated. Alyssa had figured that out the moment she hadn’t been able to tell him what she had just been punished for. But she could feel the argumentative, stubborn part of her personality rearing it’s ugly head, interfering with her thought, and ready to cause some trouble. After all, she’d just endured twenty strokes of that horrid paddle as part of her punishment for the history course, so there was no reason that Nat should need the syllabus.

“Especially the history class,” he responded, still not seeming to find reason to pay her much attention. Alyssa knew she should take that as a sign to just do what he asked.

She knew it, and yet she didn’t. “But you just punished me for not doing the work in the history course,” she pressed him.
He still didn’t turn to address her directly, frankly, at this moment, she was unsure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “Yes, I did,” Nat replied, his voice curt. Alyssa watched him put whatever he had been looking at down and this time look up at her. “Yet, all you seem to have learned is how much pain your bottom will feel after it receives twenty smacks of the paddle.”

“No, I learned more than that,” Alyssa protested. She watched Nat raise his eyebrows and hold up his finger, indicating the number one. “I did,” she insisted, “I swear, I did.”

All that seemed to accomplish was Nat holding up a second finger, indicating two. His eyebrows did go down, thank goodness, but he heaved a large sigh. “You’ve just added lysing to a growing list of things that we need to discuss. Now, are you going three for three? Or, are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told?”

“Just because I couldn’t verbalize it, didn’t mean that I didn’t know why I was being punished,” Alyssa felt the words come flying out of her mouth before she could stop them. This time her own eyebrows went up in shock, as did Nat’s. She watched as that third finger went up. The counting thing, she hated the counting thing.

“Alyssa Marie Caruthers!” He boomed out, causing her to jump just a bit. “Go and print out those documents right now. Right now! Before your mouth gets you into any further trouble!” She got the message the minute he raised his voice.

Running out of the living room Alyssa went straight into the small alcove area under the stairway. It was the smallest office space that she’d ever seen, but it was where the computer and printer were housed. Logging on to the computer, she silently willed the machine to hurry it up already.

She was dancing from foot to foot. Honestly, she probably looked like someone that had to go to the bathroom really badly. But, that wasn’t the case. No, she just wanted to do what Nat had told her to, not make it seem like she was procrastinating. The stupid computer was taking forever, though.

Once the computer finally was on, she got on the internet and logged on to the school portal. Of course that chose to take its sweet time also. Her impatience finally getting the best of her, Alyssa sat down on the wooden desk chair that was available. The minute her bottom made contact with the chair, she remembered why she had been standing in the first place. She shot out of the chair like her life depended on it.

It was only a few seconds later that the portal did fully load and she was able to open and print the syllabi that Nat had instructed her to obtain. After printing the last one, as these were very long, twenty paged documents in certain cases, Alyssa walked back into the living room where Nat was waiting and handed the pages to him.

Nat watched her approach and could sense her uncertainty. When she handed the pages to him, he could see her hand shaking just a tad bit. Yes, she was nervous all right. He wasn’t solid himself. This was a new kind of punishment. It was providing discipline to help her alleviate guilt that she felt for things that happened in the past. It was punishing her for things that she should have been punished for years ago, but wasn’t. Along with that, there was all the trouble she managed to get herself into along the way.

Sifting through the pages he located the syllabus for Professor Krane. “All right, young lady,” Nat said, motioning her over to the sofa again. “Back over, we’re going to repeat that first spanking, make sure the lesson is learned and not superficial.”

He watched as Alyssa walked forward slowly and bent over the couch, reaching for the pillow that she had previously wrapped her arms tightly around. It wasn’t there, as he had moved it while she had been printing out documents. In fact none of the smaller pillows were in arms reach. He saw her stand up straight, about to go and retrieve one, and that is when he stopped her. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“I, uh, well, I was just going to go get a pillow to hold,” she said to him.

“If I was going to allow you to hold a pillow, I would have left it on there, and not moved it off the sofa,” Nat informed her. “Now bend back over the arm of the sofa.”

He noted the look of shock on her face, but simply stared her down, until she walked the few steps back, to take her place standing at the end of the couch. Nat simply observed as she closed her eyes for a moment, no doubt steadying herself for the situation that was in front of her.

It truly wasn’t more than a minute later that Nat saw her open her eyes, steal a quick glance towards him to see if he might have changed his mind or something of the sort. He assumed by the serious look on his face, he communicated that he hadn’t. She then bent over the arm of the couch and pressed her nose against the cushions.

Walking over to her, Nat made a scolding noise, “tsk, tsk, tsk,” which caused her to turn her head to look at him. “Come now, Lyssa, you aren’t going to learn anything from this punishment with your face pressed into the cushion.” He saw the confused look on her face.
Shuffling through the pages, he located the one that he wanted. “On your elbows, young lady,” Nat instructed, “right now.”

As Alyssa propped herself up on her elbows, Nat carefully slid the selected pages in between her arms so that she would be staring right down at them. It was the course schedule from her history course. At the top of the pages he placed a pen. He knew, now, that she was very, very confused.

Smiling a bit, Nat thought to himself, this seemed a much better way to ensure the lesson stuck, rather than simply making her count off a simple twenty strokes with the paddle. “All right, young lady,” he said after picking up the paddle and moving to stand behind her. “Let’s start with the first week of the semester. Read.”

There was silence. Given his extreme height advantage, Nat had no trouble looking over to see Alyssa trembling slightly, before a tear slid off her face and dropped onto the pages in front of her. “Alyssa,” Nat brought the paddle down on her already sore bottom. She screeched and he heard her begin to cry. The sound of her tears pulled at his heart. Just remember, he told himself silently, she asked you for help. She needs this. Alyssa has been carrying around the guilt from this for far too long.

Nat knew that if he were to give her a few slaps on the bottom for each class she would not get the necessary relief that this needed to bring. She needed to feel punished. Alyssa was well aware of what she had done, and she knew it was wrong. She needed to feel that she had finally received the consequences that would right the wrong.

Nat knew her well, and knew that because so much time had passed, because she had lived with so much time to think about the issues, the sense of enormity of the wrong doing had grown in her mind. Because it wasn’t until recently that anyone had pointed out these wrong actions, that another individual had stepped in and scolded her. That person being him, obviously.

Up until that point, most of the time she was very aware she was breaking rules every time she did so, and afterwards, left with no one to call her onto the carpet, the only option she had was to mentally berate herself. Which had led to years of guilt and frustration all bottled up inside her.

“Alyssa,” he said after a few moments, his voice quiet, but with a definite warning behind it. He didn’t swing the paddle down again, but placed it on her behind so that she could feel the wood. It was enough to spur her to action.

“Yes, sir,” he heard her say, choking on the last word. “I’m sorry, I’ll read it.”

“Then get to it,” Nat replied, though any harshness in his voice was now gone.

He heard her take a deep breath, and then she began to read in a shaky voice. “Week One, Introduction, Overview of Course, First four chapters of book one assigned reading and current events, week one part two, Begin 1850’s. Assignments Same.”

Nat noticed that she paused, but he didn’t say anything. He was quite aware that professors kept their syllabi fairly loose the first week or two of courses because of the large add/drop rate. Or, at least most did. He had glanced at Professor Krane’s and saw that he had followed this protocol, the assignments were the same for the first two weeks.

Alyssa picked up on his silence and continued. “Week Two. Continue 1850’s. Student discussion of topic area. Discussion of current events. Week Assignments, First four chapters of assigned book one reading and current events.”

“Tell me Alyssa,” Nat said at that moment, “what was the book you read?” The pages listing the course projects, reading lists, rubrics, and all other details that she should have some memory of, if she had been a dedicated student, were absent from the syllabus. He had intentionally removed them, providing her only the pages with the schedule.

“Uh, I don’t remember the name of it,” she responded.

“Um huh,” Nat replied, “what was it about? Or tell me why you think it was assigned as the first book? What it had to do with the time period of the 1850s?”

Nat watched as he upper back and shoulders grew tense, he already knew what her answer would be. But he decided to give her a few minutes to allow herself to come to terms with it. “Why don’t you take a minute to think about it, I’ll be right back,” he told her, setting down the large paddle and leaving the room for a moment.

It wasn’t that he had a quick errand to run, task to take care of. No, Nat knew Alyssa just needed a few minutes to herself to gather her thoughts, perhaps consider things. So, he went into the kitchen and poured an iced tea for himself. Leaning against the counter he took a few sips of the beverage. It was an opportune time to take a few minutes break, and hydrate before he became parched. One never put much thought into it, but disciplining this young lady took a good deal of exercise.

When he had finished off about half, he set the glass down on the counter. Instead of going straight back into the living room, however, he took a small detour, going to the large closet in the main hallway. Upon opening the doors, he found yet another chore that his daughter hadn’t completed. The small space was a wreck. Shaking his head, he dug through the items that cluttered the floor.

Nat made a mental note to have a conversation with Tina when she returned. And by conversation, he intended for it to be very one sided, with the palm of his hand doing the majority of the talking. Despite the large mess, it was only a few minutes before he found what he was looking for. The family spanking paddle. While it was smaller than the one that he had been using, it still delivered quite a sting. He knew that, with those that she had already felt, plus the number that she was going to receive, the slightly smaller paddle would be the most appropriate item.

He and Helen had found it at a gas station-restaurant-rest stop type of establishment when Tina had been much younger. They had been driving down to see Helen’s parents, and his daughter was in the middle of one of her veritable tantrums in the back seat. They had endured the judgmental stares from the previous three rest stops.

Parents, grandparents, and nosy on-lookers who were watching and waiting for one of them to do what was expected of any parent in that area, it would have been considered commonplace. For one of them to haul his screaming daughter out of the backseat, and put an end to the tantrum that had gone on for the past three hours. To make it clear who was in charge and that the behavior was not acceptable. Essentially, for one of them to yank Tina out of the car, tantrum and all, and give her the spanking she should have gotten 2 hours and 55 minutes ago.

It might have been the heat, or the incessant screaming, but when they reached the large parking lot of the rest station, Nat couldn’t take it any longer. He picked up his daughter, sat down in the back seat, and gave her the spanking that the last three rest stops had expected. The tantrum had certainly stopped, and he had hugged her, and held her until she fell asleep a few minutes later.

After a few moments he joined Helen, walking around the gift shop, Tina asleep in his arms. They came upon a small wooden paddle that said “Attitude Adjuster” on it. Helen had laughed when she saw it, but she had also picked it up and showed it to him. He had smiled back and shrugged slightly, in a way that told her that it was her decision. They had left that day with the paddle in their possession and it had been put to use before they reached the Helen’s parents.

Every time Tina was spanked with it since then, at least in recent years, she vowed to destroy it. She never went as far as actual destruction, but usually hid it. Which is why Nat couldn’t help chuckling as he had just found the newest hiding place. His daughter was going to be very disappointed when ‘the discussion’ they had about her not doing her chores, which included cleaning the downstairs closet, would involve a few swats of this very paddle.

Alyssa heard a few doors close. She had to believe it was somewhere in the hallway, or perhaps upstairs. She wasn’t quite sure. She hadn’t moved from where she was. Bending over the arm of the couch, looking at the first page of the history syllabus. She had read some of the books for the class…hadn’t she? She knew she had, she had written papers on them. She remembered writing the papers. But, she also remembered forcing herself to stay up all night to read the whole book so she could write the paper.

She didn’t remember any of the things she should. What had she done that entire first semester? She’d been there, she knew that much. The time that Nat had been gone she had taken to think. Not that there was much to think about. She already knew that she had screwed up royally. She couldn’t remember anything. She still didn’t know right from left when it came to history.

Plus, she had asked Nat to do this. She heard walk up behind her. “All right, Alyssa,” he said, his voice all business. No compassion what so ever. Remember, she told herself. You asked him to do this. For every single semester. She was going to die.

“What was the book?”

Alyssa took a brief moment to mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen, and then she said out loud, as she had already said it a number of times in her head, “I don’t remember.”

“What happened in 1850?” Nat asked her.

“Um…Civil War?” Alyssa guessed. She was a horrible history student. In response she felt a sharp stinging swat on her bottom. It wasn’t the bigger paddle he had been using, it wasn’t his hand, and it wasn’t the hairbrush. It certainly hurt though.

“Try again,” Nat said.

“Uh….history stuff?” Alyssa responded. That response was met with two smacks from what had to be a paddle.

“Keep up the smart mouth attitude and we’ll pause to wash out that mouth,” Nat informed her. “Alyssa, when was the Civil War?”

Shaking her head back and forth, knowing he was not going to like this answer one bit, she closed her eyes, scrunched up her nose and finally managed to say, “I don’t know.”

There was silence behind her. It was more than a pause, it was silence. It lasted so long she nearly looked over her shoulder to see what Nat was doing. But then she felt the blasted piece of wood on her bottom. “Well young lady, we’ve established you don’t remember the book. I told you that we’d only address ten of the twelve weeks of the semester. It was week two that you read before I left the room?”

“Yes, sir,” Alyssa replied.

“Hmm, do so again,” Nat instructed her. “Out loud, clearly.”

“Week Two,” Alyssa began, speaking a bit louder than before. It wasn’t as if there was anyone else that needed to hear her. “Continue 1850’s.” Alyssa had hardly gotten the first two words out when Nat swung the paddle down three times onto her bottom. She was shocked, it was so much harder than the previous swats had been.

When her shock apparently took too long to get over, she felt the paddle tap against her bottom and heard Nat say her name in a warning tone.

Taking a breath, she looked down at the paper and continued reading. “Student discussion of topic area.” Five more smacks landed in quick succession. “Discussion of current events,” Alyssa said feeling tears start to come to her eyes. This time only two swats landed.

“Week Assignments,” she continued. Three more smacks of the paddle. “First four chapters of assigned book one reading and current events.” Nat had spanked her with the paddle as she read the entire sentence, emphasizing every word with a smack to her bottom. After she finished he added two more.

Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she wasn’t going to let them fall. Not yet. “All right, young lady,” she heard him say. His voice hard. “Week Three, lets go.” He wasn’t even giving her a small pause to catch her breath or gather her emotions. Before she even got the words ‘Week Three’ out of her mouth the paddle had descended three more times onto her bottom.

Nat knew she was holding back tears. He could tell just by watching her upper back, her shoulders. He could also tell that by week six, she had started crying softly. By week nine she was crying, much more than softly. He handed her a tissue, not allowing her to stand upright, but having her blow her nose, wipe her tears. Ten. Eleven. Two more weeks.

Taking the used Kleenex from her, he tossed it in the trash and then walked back over to her. Placing his hand on her lower back, a sign of comfort to her, he knew, he said softly, “two more weeks, Alyssa, you’re almost through this part.” He listened and heard he hiccup. The sound caused him to smile. Alyssa always got a case of the hiccups when she was crying and trying to force herself to calm down, he never was sure why.

He just continued to gently rub her lower back until he could tell that her breathing was a bit more even. “Ready,” he asked her. When he saw her nod, he didn’t take the thirty seconds to rebuke the non-verbal answer. Instead he removed his hand from her back, and placed the wooden paddle against her bottom letting her know that anytime she was ready to start, he was also ready.

She sucked in her breath, loud enough for the entire room to hear and then let it out slowly. For someone that hated deep breathing, or at least proclaimed to, she did it quite often. “Week Ten,” she said in a voice that was as steady as he knew she could manage. Especially given the moment the two words were out of her mouth he brought the small paddle flying down onto her poor bottom three times.

Most likely it was only five minutes, but it seemed much, much longer. However, they made it through the last two weeks of the syllabus. Nat gave her a minute to herself as he walked over towards the small console table near the wall, flipping the paddle over in his hand as he went. It was a quite an effective little instrument, and sturdy too. It had been a good find on Helen’s part that day.

Giving her a few more moments to calm down, Nat mulled over the situation. He knew how he intended to proceed with the discipline regarding the courses. But now he had the addition situation of her pushing when she should have done as she was told, and lying to him. Deal with it now? Wait till later? There was, of course, always the possibility that she’d disobey him again during the day. A quick glance outside told him there was another storm coming, the city was in for a massive freeze and snowstorm, which meant shutdown. In other words, Alyssa would be vacationing at his house again. She had to learn to live within the limits he set, and this stay he was going to make sure that happened.