Lisa in New Zealand IX

This story is a continuation of the Lisa in New Zealand series. I hope you enjoy it. As always, your comments are most welcomed and looked forward to.

Thanks,
Beth.

Lisa had come back from her morning run, done her daily exercises, taken her shower, and had just come back into the bedroom that she shared with her host sister, Debra. Debra was running late this morning. Normally, Debra was hollering at Lisa to hurry up in the shower, but this morning, she was still in bed.

Lisa had just finished asking Debra if she felt okay when Mum burst into the bedroom looking angry. "I've told you twice already to get up this morning," barked Mum, "and still you lie in bed. Are you sick?" Mum felt Debra's forehead. "Humph, I thought not. Well you know what it means when I have to come in a third time."

"No, Mum, please!" Debra pleaded. "I'll get up straight away! Please!"

But Debra's pleading fell on deaf ears. Mum grabbed Debra's wrist, pulling her out of the bed. In one swift motion, Mum was seated on the bed, had yanked down Debra's pajama bottoms, and had placed the now wide-awake 18 year old over her lap. Lisa, feeling that what was apparently about to happen was not something she needed to see, was just about to leave the room when Mum stopped her.

"Stay, please, Lisa," said Mum. "I want you to see what happens to naughty children who don't get up when they are told." Having said that, she then asked the trembling teen across her lap how old she was.

"Eighteen, Mum," Debra replied, her voice quivering.

"Eighteen times two is thirty-six," stated Mum. You have thirty-six smacks coming to you. And I expect you to take them like an eighteen year old, not an eight year old like last time." Mum began spanking Debra's bare bottom firmly.

Debra did take it well until about the twentieth smack. "Please, Mum, I'm sorry," she cried. "I'll get up on time in the future." But Mum would have none of it. The spanking continued until all 36 smacks were accounted for.

"You have about an hour to get ready. I suggest you hurry," stated Mum as she marched out of the room.

"What was that all about," Lisa questioned her sniffling roommate. While rubbing her red bottom, Debra explained how Mum would ask you to get up only twice. If she had to come in a third time, it meant a spanking. It was one of the few times that Mum would spank with her hand instead of the slipper or strap. And since Mum's hand hurt nearly as much as the slipper, it was a pretty sound beating.

As Lisa got ready for school, she figured she was pretty safe from one of those spankings. Six days a week, Lisa was the first one up when she went for her morning run. The only day she sort of slept in was Sunday, but she never had any trouble getting up for mass. In time, Lisa forgot about Debra's morning spanking and how she earned it.

Several months went by. One Saturday night, she had stayed out quite late and had barely made it back before her curfew. It had been a busy week, and Lisa was exhausted. She quietly changed clothes, being careful not to wake Debra who was already asleep. Lisa tumbled into bed and slept soundly.

Twice the next morning Mum came in to wake the sleeping American. Each time, Lisa grunted that she would get up, and then promptly fell back to sleep.

Debra, seeing Lisa still in bed, shook her none to gently. "You better hurry and get up," she whispered loudly. "If Mum catches you still in bed, you'll be in for it."

Alas, Lisa's sleepy brain was slow to comprehend the warning, and Mum walked into the room immediately after Debra had given it.

"Still in bed I see," stated Mum. "Well, you know what that means." Just as she had done with Debra several months before, Mum quickly had the still groggy American over her lap with pajamas down.

"How old are you?" asked Mum.

"Seventeen, ma'am," replied Lisa

"That means thirty-four smacks," and with that Mum began spanking Lisa quite hard. Lisa had taken her previous spankings quite stoically, never uttering a sound or shedding a tear, but this spanking took her somewhat by surprise.

"Ouch, Mum, please, I'm sorry! Ouch! Please stop! Oooh, it hurts!" cried Lisa.

"Good, it's supposed to hurt," was all Mum would say as she continued spanking the reddening bottom soundly. Lisa's hand flew back to protect her bottom. Mum didn't say anything but simply began to spank Lisa's thighs until the hand was removed. Thirty-four spanks later, she was done. "You'd better hurry and get ready," she said as she helped Lisa up from her lap. "You've got less than an hour before we leave for mass, and you better not make us late." With that, Mum left the room.

"You're right," Lisa said to Debra who had witnessed the spanking. "Mum's hand does hurt about as much as slipper."

Giving her sore, red bum a quick rub, Lisa pulled up her pajama bottoms and hurried to get ready for mass. She didn't want to give Mum another reason to take her over her knee.