The Arctic Waves of Reinforcement - Part Ten FINAL

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

Alyssa slept in his arms for the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. While he held her, Nat dozed on and off, himself. As they approached the dinner hour, he knew that he would have to wake her soon. Both of them needed to eat dinner. Eat, and have a conversation as to why that last punishment on the list would not be happening. He was fully prepared for the argument it was sure to bring.

Sighing, he glanced down, ready to pull her from the deep slumber she was in. The task turned out to be unnecessary as Alyssa appeared to have just woken up. He waited a moment, and she turned her head to look up at him. He smiled back down at her, causing her to attempt to curl up even more in his lap. The action made him chuckle, and squeeze his arms tightly around her, giving her another hug.

“We need to go eat dinner, sweetheart,” he said, quietly, placing a kiss on the top of her head. He felt her nod, but also knew that she wasn’t about to move.

“Nat,” she responded, surprising him by turning her head to the side, so that she could look up at him.

“Yes, little one?” he replied, smiling down at her. He made sure that his tone and facial expressions were gentle and warm. The uniqueness of this act on her part was not lost on him at all.

“I was wondering, uh, I mean, I, like uh, I don’t want to be disrespectful, but um,” Alyssa looked down, as she couldn’t find the words that she was looking for. Nat had noticed that this often happened when she was anxious, or nervous, or any time after receiving punishment. He was about to say something, to help her find the words, when he saw her close her eyes, and take a breath.

“I know that there is one more thing that you were going to punish me for today,” she said, letting out a long, loud sigh. Almost like she had been holding her breath. There was another pause, and then she continued, “I was wondering, if maybe, you could wait until tomorrow, or another day?”

Once she finished, she let out a long puff of air. Then, her eyes popped open, and she looked up at him. Nervousness was etched all over her face.

Nat smiled at her, taped her on the nose, and said, “I was going to tell you while we ate, that is exactly what is going to happen.” He, nearly, laughed, at the look of relief, that flooded her face.

While he did insist that she ate, he didn’t even attempt, to enforce the rule that she sit down at the table. After heating up soup for the two of them, he took his seat at the table, and lifted her into his lap, wrapping his arm, securely, around her waist. Carefully, he moved his chair closer to the table, making sure that her bottom didn’t rub against his legs, or knock into the table ledge. Keeping one arm around her waist, he reached around her with the other, grabbed a spoon, and handed it to her. She took the spoon from him, but made no move to eat anything.
Nat chose to ignore that at the moment, and proceeded to sip two spoonful’s of the steaming soup.

When Alyssa still hadn’t made a move to eat, he, again, filled his spoon with soup, this time bringing it to her lips. He was very proud of her, when there was hardly a moment’s hesitation on her part, before she opened her mouth. “Be careful, baby girl, it’s hot,” he cautioned her. She heeded his warning, and took a small, delicate, sip from the spoon, blowing on the liquid a few times. Then, took the entire thing into her mouth, and swallowed. “Very good,” Nat placed a kiss on top of her head, and lifted another spoonful of soup up to her lips. Again, she blew on the liquid, once, twice and then took it into her mouth, swallowing it after a moment.

“Can you pick up your own spoon for me, now?” he asked her, quietly, gently giving her arm a slight nudge. She nodded, picking up the spoon, and began eating from his bowl of soup. That didn’t matter so much to him. Together, they would finish the two bowls of soup. After a few minutes, Nat noticed Alyssa growing tired, taking longer with each spoonful of soup. Towards the end of the second bowl, she was leaning against him, hardly awake.

Already being exhausted, and the warm liquid in her belly, Alyssa was falling asleep in Nat’s arms. “Alyssa,” she heard Nat’s voice break into her dreams.

“Huh,” she asked, her voice groggy.

“Can’t fall asleep yet, little one,” he said to her. She heard his chuckle. “In a minute though, all right?”

“Uh huh,” Alyssa murmured, ready to fall back asleep that moment.
“Alyssa!” This time she felt Nat shake her, and pull her forward, so that she could no longer lean on him to rest.

“Hmm, what? I’m awake,” she told him.

“Glad to hear it,” he replied, and then lifted her off his lap, and set her on her feet. “We’ll get you upstairs to bed in a minute. But, there is one last thing that needs to be taken care of tonight.”

Wary of what that one last thing could be, Alyssa watched as Nat stood up, and walked to the cabinet closest to the table. She couldn’t see much when he had the cabinet door open, but the minute he closed it, she knew. It was that horrible liquid that he was going to make her swallow.

He had already grabbed a spoon and was walking back towards the table to sit down.

‘Cooperate’ her brain was telling her. ‘Cooperate and it will be over soon.’

Or, at least, half her brain, was telling her that. The other half was telling her to keep her mouth shut, for as long as she possibly could.

She watched every move he made, as Nat walked back over to the table, and resumed his seat. ‘Time to make a decision,’ her brain said. Yeah thanks, she mentally replied. On the table, she saw the bottle of horrid liquid and the spoon. Nat hadn’t bothered to pour any yet, though.

She knew it was stupid to hope that he might feel sorry for her and let her off the hook. But there was always hoping. When she felt him take hold of her arm, and pull her closer to him, securing her between his knees, that hope was dashed.

“Now,” he said, as he opened the small bottle and poured out the foul liquid. While she knew he’d said something else, all she’d heard was the sound of his voice talking. Her eyes, her mind, everything had been fixated on that horrible liquid.

Maybe, she thought to herself, what he said wasn’t that important.

That thought went down the drain as well, when he cleared his throat. An automatic, I’m waiting for the answer.

Turning, and looking directly at him, Alyssa worked up all her courage, and said, “I’m very sorry, I didn’t quite hear that last part.”

She saw Nat frown. “Do I need to clean out your ears, little girl?”

“No, sir,” she replied quietly. How do you clean out someone’s ears? Alyssa thought to herself.

Nat sighed, and immediately Alyssa felt bad. “All right, Lyssa,” he said. He’d used her nick name, she thought to herself. “Let’s not make this any harder than it has to be, hmm?”

She gave a small nod.

“Good,” his voice had a slight condescending tone, but she didn’t mind. She was too tired to care. “Open,” she heard him say, and watched as the spoon came close to her mouth.

The moment of truth, the ultimate test.

Gathering all of her courage, she opened her mouth wide, letting him pour in the foul tasting liquid. Her eyes were squeezed shut, so she hadn’t realized when he’d removed the spoon.

“Good girl,” she heard him say, quietly. “Now close your mouth and swallow.”

That was the even harder part. ‘Come on,’ she told herself. ‘Just do it. You’ll be fine. You can be a good girl.’

Closing her mouth, she took a quick moment to reassure herself, and the swallowed the contents that were resting on her tongue. The taste was awful, she was sure that she made a face. But she tried to keep the theatrics to a minimum. When she was positive that she’d swallowed the whole thing, she opened her eyes, and looked at Nat. He didn’t look unhappy. In fact, he was smiling at her.

“Good girl,” he pulled her in for a hug, surprising her. “I know that wasn’t easy for you. Now go upstairs and get ready for bed. I’ll be up in a few minutes to tuck you in.

Nat gave her time. Time to go through the events of the day, time to think, time to let her mind wander. He waited a solid twenty minutes before going upstairs. Knocking lightly, he waited for half a second, before opening the door, and entering what had become Alyssa’s room. She was in bed, on her stomach. A sight that made him smile. Her bottom was far too sore for her to sleep any other way.

Closing the door behind him, he went over, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Not yet, kiddo,” he said, quietly, rousing her from her near-sleep state. “What else has to happen?”

He watched her close her eyes, not to go back to sleep, but to steel herself, for what was to come. “A spanking,” she whispered.

“That’s right,” Nat told her, reaching over and tousling her hair, gently. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything. He gave her a small frown, and watched as she bit her lip, and replied, “yes, sir.”

“Atta girl,” he told her, standing up, simultaneously lifting her up off of the bed. He could tell that she was surprised, but she didn’t say anything.

Sitting back down on the side of the bed, he placed the small girl over his lap. She wasn’t fighting him at all, despite knowing what was about to happen. Instead of immediately beginning the spanking, he massaged the tension in her back and neck, speaking softly. “You’re behaving very well, Alyssa,” he told her.

“Thank you, sir,” she whispered.

“You’re welcome, baby girl,” he told her. “I’m very proud of you for how you’ve behaved today. Do you know that?”

She was silent, and he saw the tension quickly reappear in her back and neck.

“Hmm?” he asked her again.

She was still silent, and the tension still remained.

“What is it Alyssa,” Nat asked, making sure to keep his voice gentle.

“I,” she began, “I wasn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t behave all day. This morning.”

Nat knew what she was trying to tell him. “Ahh,” he said, working out the knots in her neck. “The lie that you told me, and your refusal to cooperate that has landed you here. Is that what you’re referring to?”

He saw her head bob up and down.

“Well, let me ask you, Lyssa,” he continued massaging, keeping his voice gentle the entire time, “did I punish you for lying to me?”

He felt her body stiffen for a moment, and then relax, as she answered, “yes, sir.”

“Yes, I did,” Nat repeated. “And did you behave during that punishment?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, softly.

“Did you fight me? At any point?” Nat knew this would be a tricky question for her.

There was quiet for a moment, and then he heard her reply, “yes, sir, I did.”

“Mm Hmm, what happened,” he asked her.

“I refused to swallow the oil stuff,” she told him.

“Yes,” Nat hadn’t varied in his tone, or in massaging her neck. He had yet to feel any of the tension releasing.

“And when you refused to do so, did I make you swallow it? Go ahead and nod, Alyssa.” He waited until he saw her nod, and then continued. “I did. Then, I told you what would happen because of that, didn’t I?”

He looked down, and saw her nod again. This time, there was a pause. He could tell that she was hesitant about doing so, not because she wanted to defy him, but because she feared giving the wrong answer.

“Yes, I did,” Nat continued. “Since that point, wouldn’t you agree that you’ve behaved well for me?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

“So would I,” Nat announced. “Including no fussing when swallowing that horrible liquid that you don’t like, and not fighting me for your bedtime spanking.”

He looked down again and saw her nod.

“I’m proud of you for that, Lyssa,” he told her again, this time leaning over to place a kiss on her head. “Very proud,” he whispered in her ear.

He sat back up, straightening up, and adjusting her across his lap. “Now,” he said, taking the hem of her long nightshirt, and pulling it up onto her back, “I think 25 should do it for tonight,” he announced. “Count them, young lady.”

He didn’t bother to raise his hand in the air. A light slap to her well punished tush was all that it took for her to experience a large amount of pain. “One, sir,” she cried out.

He didn’t bother the wait between each stroke, doling them out at a rather fast pace. The twenty five were done within 90 seconds, possibly two minutes. Alyssa wasn’t crying, but there were a few tears running down her face, her breathing increased heavily.

Nat gently began to massage small circles on her lower back, giving her a moment to get a hold of herself. Her breathing went back to normal fairly quickly. When Nat felt her chest rise and fall at a normal rate, he swiftly pulled her up off his lap, into the air, as he simultaneously stood up. Turning, he, once again sat down on the bed, this time holding Alyssa head up in his arms.

Though she had cried many, many times throughout the day already, it was at that moment that the actual tears of sorrow regret began.

Nat rocked her back and forth, gently shhshing her, and assuring her that she was forgiven, and he loved her, as she issued repeated apologies, at a phenomenally fast pace. He held her until she began to relax, at which point he was about to try and put her into the bed. The moment that he moved to do so, however, he felt her cling to him, with such angst and almost fear, that he continued to hold her. Looking up, he silently cursed whoever it was, that had caused her such hurt and pain, that she feared trusting people, and at the same time, feared letting them go.

He continued to hold Alyssa in his arms, rocking her back and forth, until he could tell she fell asleep. Until he was certain she was asleep. He then, carefully, put her down onto the bed, and smiled, as she automatically turned over onto her stomach. Nat pulled the blankets over her, making sure that she’d be warm enough in the frigid cold of the winter nights. Placing one last kiss, for the night, on her head, he exited the room and went back downstairs.

How things change, he thought as he made himself a cup of tea. His mind went back to the days when she had been a student. His student. One of many students that were his, assigned to him by where their last name fell in the alphabet. She hadn’t chose him and he certainly hadn’t chosen her.

If someone back then had told him that Alyssa would become, not only a permanent fixture in his life, but an individual he would care greatly about, consider a member of his family? Well, he thought as he sat down at the table, sipping the hot tea. He would have sent them to the counseling center for psychiatric help. Oh, how things change.