The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement - Part Six

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The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement – Part Six
A Nat and Alyssa Story

Nat was staring at her, it was that assessing stare again. Maybe this time he’d give her a hug? No, he’d said that there would be no hugs until the end. Until it was over. But what if he really did spank her 28 times? What if he didn’t believe her? She really did take this seriously. At least, she was pretty sure she did. This one thing, Alyssa was never sure about. Everything else that she was punished for, she without a doubt, knew she deserved the punishment.

‘Come on brain, shut up!’ she admonished herself. ‘Now is, very much, not the time, to have this kind of conversation or debate.’ For once, she agreed with herself.

Looking up at Nat, standing in front of her, she saw him set his mouth in a firm, somewhat scary, line. That was never a good thing. But what he said was mild, compared to the look on his face, or how she interpreted it.

“All right, young lady,” he said to her. “Back to folding.”

Folding. Alyssa didn’t think she had folded this many clothes in her life. Which was hard to imagine, because she had folded a lot of clothes. Mostly during her different volunteer work, but it still counted as folding clothes, just not her own.

There was a relatively, obvious, pattern, that she quickly picked up on, of what the next few hours would be like. She would fold clothes. Clothes, upon clothes, upon clothes. None of which were hers. At least, she was fairly certain none of them were hers. Fold clothes for around fifteen minutes, and then Nat would tell her to stop. Then she’d have to walk back over to that damned bar stool. He’d make her crawl on top of it, no doubt laughing at her the whole time. Then he’d leave her there. Yup, he’d make her suffer there, with her bottom sticking up in the air. It was so awful.

Then, after all that torture, then, finally, he’d actually get to the discipline part. As if all the previous wasn’t enough. That evil, wicked paddle. She couldn’t tell, yet, if he was going to decide that seven was enough? Or actually spank her twenty eight times? Since it was Nat, there was no way to tell. Nothing from his facial expressions, or mannerisms. He would never just tell her. No, he’d give her a minute to calm down, and then it was back to folding.

She’d just received her second trip over that bar stool, and been sent back to folding. It was a struggle not to reach back and rub her bottom. A real, real struggle. It was possible she was imagining it, but Alyssa swore he was swinging that paddle harder than before. If that was true, maybe, maybe that meant they were stopping at seven?

A fifteen minute time period seemed to go by so fast! Yet at the same time, it seemed to take so long, too. She was just putting down a t-shirt that she had folded, about to reach for another piece of clothing, when she heard Nat, once again, announce that it was time. Her hands froze where they were, for a moment. Could she find the courage to ask him?

Bringing her arms down, and clasping her hands in front of her, Alyssa turned, and looked at Nat. All it took was one look at his face. Nope. No way. There was absolutely, no way, whatsoever, that she would be able to ask.

He beckoned her over to him, and she went, obediently. It was practically routine, at this point. She nearly went to him, and started to climb her way over the bar stool, luckily stopping just in time. ‘Stupid,’ her brain commented. ‘You haven’t been told to do that yet. What, are you in a hurry to get a spanking, or something?’

Nat watched as Alyssa walked over to him, turning and lifting her foot to climb onto the barstool, before she realized what she was doing. Pursing his lips tightly, he fought to keep the laughter confined to his brain. It took him a moment to recover, and smooth over his image, going back to the stern, authoritarian persona, he needed to project. Alyssa easily provided him the time, as she was struggling with embarrassment, and making that last step, to stand in front of him.

The embarrassment was what was stopping her, Nat knew. He cleared his throat, and waited for her to look up at him. When she did, he gave her a gentle smile. It was what she needed to take that last step, to be standing in front of him. It was a great surprise to him that she’d raised her head, and looked at him, without his prompting or assistance.

“This will be the third, Alyssa,” he began, his tone quiet, but stern. “You’ve behaved well for the previous two. If that continues, we will stop at seven. This one will be most likely be the determining event. Do you have any questions?”

“No, sir,” she said quietly.

“You know what you need to do, then,” Nat told her, gesturing towards the bar stool with a slight jerk of his head. She turned, silently climbed up on the stool and began the struggle of getting herself over the top of the stool and into the position required. He longed to go over there to assist her, but knew that if he did, it would make things worse in the long run.

She struggled, but eventually got into the position he’d taught her only weeks ago. One she’d become even more familiar with during the next hour or so. Nat walked up and stood next to her, placing the paddle on her bottom. Immediately her body tensed.

“What is the school policy regarding absences, Alyssa?” he asked her quietly. There was silence. He waited a moment and was about to chastise this behavior. Saying her name with a steel edged warning tone and a few swats to her thighs tended to do the trick. Nat had positioned the paddle above her right thigh, and was about to speak, when he heard her response.

“Do you mean per class? Or in a semester as in all my classes combined? I’m not trying to sass or back talk, I just don’t understand the question,” she had started out quietly, but ended with a plea and few tears.

Letting the paddle fall to his side, as he allowed his arm to relax, he took a moment to transfer the wooden instrument to his other hand. With his, now, free hand, he rubbed a small circle on her back, letting her know he wasn’t mad. “That’s a very good clarification to make, Alyssa. I’m not angry with you for asking,” he told her.

He heard her sniff loudly, and then ask, “you’re not?”

“No, I’m not,” he responded. “I don’t think you were trying to back talk or sass in you asking me. I don’t want you to worry. Okay?”

“Okay,” he heard her say quietly, her head bobbing up and down.

“Good,” Nat told her, giving her back one final pat. “To answer your question, per class.”

He saw her nod again. This time he didn’t mind. He hadn’t asked her a question, it didn’t seem necessary to rebuke her for not providing a verbal answer.

“Now,” he began again, “what is the schools policy regarding absences for each course?”

“Three, sir,” Alyssa said quietly.

Without providing her any warning, Nat raised the paddle up and swung it down onto her bottom three times.


“Three, sir” she answered, quietly. It was much easier to answer the question now that he’d given her all the details. She knew there would be more, questions that is. What Alyssa didn’t expect was the immediate spanking. She heard it before she felt it. First the sound of the paddle moving through the air, then the very distinctive noise it made when it hit her cheeks. The sound of wood colliding against cushioned human body parts. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Alyssa could hardly comprehend that it was happening, before it was already over. “Ahhhrrrgh,” she cried out, but did her best not to move.

“Excuse me?,” Nat asked. She nearly groaned. This was going to be drawn out and tedious. She could just tell.

“Three, sir,” she replied quietly. Once again, the paddle came swinging down, three times. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You need to speak up, Alyssa,” Nat told her, “I’m not sure I heard you, what are you saying?”

“Three, sir,” she told him, her teeth clenched together, now, as well as her cheeks. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She was ready to die, or at least kick someone, preferably him. He kept smacking the same place on her bottom over, and over, and over.

“Three what,” Nat asked.

“Three, sir,” she repeated. There had been annoyance in her tone, she knew that. But she had said ‘sir’ the first time. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

To her surprise, Nat paused, and then continued. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“I’m not,” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “about” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “to put up” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “with any” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “attitude” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “from you” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Three sir,” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “you’re telling” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “me.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Three what?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Alyssa was crying, and working, hard, to keep her legs from kicking. She’d managed to hook her toes behind one of the rungs on the bar stool, and that was the only way she’d been successful at that so far.

“Three absences,” she cried out. ‘He already knew that’ she thought to herself. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! the paddle came down again, causing her to cry out in pain.

“What about the three absences,” Nat asked, once again using the paddle. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“That’s all that is allowed each semester,” she nearly yelled, going up in volume when that paddle came down. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Allowed, are you sure that is the word you want?” Nat asked, bring the paddle down just once that time. SMACK!

‘What on earth is he talking about,’ her brain asked. “I think so,” she replied. In response the paddle swatted each of her thighs twice. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Alyssa screamed out at the pain, but quieted down quickly. Her grasp on the lower rung of the barstool was ferocious.

“Think, Alyssa,” she heard Nat say. “You like words,” she could hear him walking around, near her. At least, that meant, he wouldn’t be using the paddle, for a few seconds. “You like to find how the meanings of words can be used as a loop hole, or to prove someone wrong.”

Despite the fact that she was bent over a bar stool, bare bottom sticking up in the air, Alyssa wanted to argue with that one. But, she decided to do the smart thing and keep her mouth shut.

“Absences are discouraged. Correct?” When she remained silent, she heard him begin to walk back towards her.

“Yes, yes, sir, discouraged, yes!” she cried out. It wasn’t soon enough. SMACK! SMACK! She felt the paddle come down on her bottom.

“Yes, we agree, Alyssa,” Nat replied.

“Yes, we do, sir,” she cried out.

“Good,” he told her, bringing the paddle down again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She could hear him begin to walk around again, but he didn’t begin to speak. Probably a good thing, as she was still working her way out of the haze of pain. He seemed to realize that too, and be able to tell when she was through most of it. Because he started talking right when she was able to listen.

“Absences are discouraged, you’ll never find a teacher or advisor that will tell you they want you to be absent, they want you to miss class.” Nat had started again. Alyssa had a bad feeling she knew where this lecture was going. “When you say that you’re allowed to have three absences, no one has said, ‘go ahead, and don’t attend my class, three times.’ Three absences will be excused by a professor. But you do not have a pass, to not go to class three times, for whatever reason you want.”

Alyssa nodded her head up and down. She understood.

“So, is ‘allowed’ the best thing to say,” Nat asked her.

“No, sir,” she replied. She felt him step up, to stand next to her. ‘Here we go again,’ her brain said.

“What is the best thing, then,” he asked.

“Up to three absences will be excused, sir” Alyssa said timidly. That had to be the right answer, or at least close to it.

“Very good,” Nat told her, with a slight chuckle. Despite the praise and the chuckle, he still brought that blasted paddle down. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” Alyssa cried out.

“I think we’ve done enough talking,” Nat said, ignoring her cries of pain. “Time to wrap up this third one. For the next few minutes, while your bottom is being thoroughly paddled, I want you to think about how many of those absences you had that first semester might have qualified to be an excused absence.”

Alyssa was very glad, in that one moment, that he began spanking right away. Because otherwise, he would have heard the very loud groan that came out of her mouth. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Alyssa was a mix of tears, crying, screaming and protesting, Nat observed as he brought the paddle down on her bottom over and over.

“Young lady, seems to me, you still think that those absences were acceptable,” Nat remarked as he brought the small paddle down again. SMACK!

“Do not!” she screamed at him. He nearly laughed. If Alyssa could hear herself she’d be mortified.

“Oh really?” he asked, partly her, and partly himself. Pushing her forward just a bit so she was bending even further over the stool, her body close to a right angle position at this point. When he positioned her this way not only did it make it easier to spank her thighs, but he could spank the very soft, delicate, skin that made up the under curve of her bottom cheeks. That would certainly make this sink in, and, thank the lord in heaven, bring a faster end to it as well.

“How old were you when you started with us, Alyssa?” he asked her.

She was quiet for a minute, and then responded, “21, sir.”

“Ah,” Nat remarked, “well, why don’t we see if 21 swats can’t help impart this lesson, hmm?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Nat merely raised up the paddle and brought it down on her thigh, causing her to shriek out in pain. SMACK! “That’s one,” he remarked, taking a moment to fully observe her reaction.

He leaned forward, placing the weight of his upper body across her legs. Hopefully, that would help to hold them in place. Raising the paddle up in the air again, he continued. Swwoooshhh! SMACK!

Nat wasn’t sure which was more pronounced, the sound of the wood flying through the air, or the sound that it made upon impact. The little paddle did quite the job, though, as it elicited another shriek of pain from Alyssa. “That was two, young lady,” Nat told her.

He took a moment to study the situation. His stance, the angle that he was swinging from, it was all different. It would take some getting used to. It would take a good deal of getting used to. But, on the other side of the coin, Nat had a feeling he was punishing parts of her bottom that had been previously neglected. Hopefully that would get the lesson through her thick skull. Once again he raised the paddle up and brought it flying down. SMACK! “That’s three,” he said more to himself than to her.