Lisa in New Zealand VI

From: Beth ([email protected])



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.

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Shortly after Lisa had received her undeserved caning at school and strapping at home, things returned to normal in the Garret household. Well, they returned to as normal as one might expect in a household of three active teenagers and one university student. The three Ruaphehu students were involved in several sports. All three belonged to the first XI field hockey team and each played at least one other sport. It was not unusual for at least one girl to have practice after school on any given day and for all three to have at least one game on Saturdays. Such an active schedule required a great deal of advance planning and cooperation among the six family members.

On a Wednesday about a month after the caning incident, Susan, one of Lisa's classmates, invited her to spend the night that Friday. While they were still seated around the dinner table, Lisa asked her parents for permission to stay with her friend on Friday.

"Don't you have a soccer game Saturday morning?" asked Mum.

"Yes, ma'am," answered Lisa. "It's at 11:00 at Henderson High School."

"How did you plan to get from Susan's to the game?" questioned Dad.

"I was hoping one of y'all could pick me up at Susan's and take me to the game," replied Lisa. "I could take my soccer gear to Susan's and go straight to the game from her house."

"As I recall, the plan was for you to go with Debra to her netball game at 9:00 and then she was going to take you to your soccer match after she finished playing," stated Dad. "It was hard enough figuring how we were going to get all of you to your activities without changing plans now."

"I know, Dad," Lisa said, with a slight whine in her voice, "but couldn't we work something out? It's the first time a friend has asked me over."

"Well, can't Susan take you to your game," he asked. "I just don't see how we can swing it."

"No, sir, she doesn't drive," came the reply.

"Well, then, I guess you'll just have to find some other time to go to your friend's house," Dad stated rather firmly.

"But, Dad!" Lisa whined rather loudly.

"I'd watch that tone of yours, young lady," warned Dad with a glare.

Debra, who knew the glare and the "young lady" warning all too well, knew that her sister was treading on very thin ice. She tried to give Lisa a warning nudge and look of her own, but Lisa either did not understand the hint or chose to ignore it.

"But, Dad," Lisa continued, raising her voice, "it's just this once!"

"Lisa, that will be quite enough of that," said Dad very sternly.

"But, Dad," Lisa went on, "it's the first time I've ever asked. It's just not fair!" she practically shouted.

"Lisa Anne Reinker," Dad replied, rising from his chair. "Come with me, please."

"W-Wh-Why Dad? Wh-Where are we going?" the American answered, concern clearly showing in her voice. She had never heard her host parents use her full name; in fact, she didn't even know they knew it. It had been years since her own parents had addressed her that way, but she knew that it was never a good thing to be called by your full name.

"We're going to take a trip to my bedroom," came the reply.

Although Lisa had been a part of the Garret family for only a few months, she knew all too well that a trip to her parents' bedroom meant only one thing - a spanking. She had already made that trip twice with Mum and had vowed never to earn another. Although she had not been spanked by her dad, she had heard the spankings he had given her sisters on several occasions, and she definitely did not want him to either turn her over his knee or bend her over the chair for a spanking. Her three sisters gave her sympathetic looks. They knew all too well what was in store for her once she got to the bedroom.

"No, Dad," said Lisa desperately. "Please! I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to talk back. Please, Dad, don't make me go with you."

Lisa's sisters and mother were shocked by her reaction. She had gone to her previous punishments obediently and quietly. They were surprised to see her try to beg to get out of this one. They also knew that it wouldn't get her anywhere.

"Lisa Anne," warned her dad as he took a step towards her chair. "Don't make me ask you again."

"Yes, sir," she replied rising from her seat and moving towards her dad. "But, please, Dad! I don't want a spanking! Please!"

"That is enough, young lady," retorted Dad as he spun her around and planted three hard smacks on the seat of her jeans. "You should have thought about what you didn't want before you talked back to me. Now come with me!" Dad took Lisa by the arm and marched her to his bedroom.

By the time Dad had deposited her in front of the dressing table chair, Lisa had calmed down. She was embarrassed by her behavior at the table, both in talking back to her dad and in her pleading not to be spanked. She determined that she would accept the punishment that she had earned herself with dignity.

"I'm sorry about the way I acted at the table, Dad," began Lisa in a quiet voice as her host father retrieved the strap from its drawer. "I know better than to act the way I did, and I deserve to be punished for it," she concluded.

Dad stood in front of her, with the strap in his hand. "I'm glad you understand why you are being punished. Although I do not like having to strap my daughters, I cannot permit you to talk that way."

"I understand, Dad," came Lisa's soft answer.

Dad then told her to face the chair and to unbutton and unzip her jeans. Once she had done that, he pulled her jeans and panties down to her knees and told her to bend over the chair and to grab the seat. He could see his faded red hand prints where he had smacked her at the table. He told her she was in for a hard strapping and that he expected her to remain in position throughout. He also told her that it was perfectly acceptable for her to cry, and that she should not be ashamed if she did.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Lisa grimaced in pain. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Her dad had not been joking when he said it was going to be a hard strapping. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Lisa held on to the chair for dear life. She had no desire to find out what would happen if she stood up. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! She reminded herself that she had earned this punishment and that she was going to take it with dignity. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Mr. Garret had been told that Lisa had taken her three previous spankings in silence and without shedding a tear. He had found it hard to believe, yet he was giving her as hard a strapping as he had given any of his children or his wife, and she was not making a sound. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! After thirty hard strokes, he felt his American daughter had received enough. Her bottom and the top of her thighs were a dark red, and he could see several welts. As he put away the strap, he told Lisa that she could stand and pull up her jeans and panties.

Lisa carefully pulled up her panties, but it was a struggle to pull the jeans over her now swollen backside. She decided to leave them unzipped and hoped her dad wouldn't mind.

"I'm sorry I made you have to spank me, Dad," Lisa apologised, struggling to hold back the tears.

"I'm sorry I had to do that, too," came her dad's answer as he gave her a hug. "If your homework's finished, you need to go on to bed," he said, and he gently kissed her on the forehead.

"Yes, sir," Lisa replied, as she quickly turned to leave the room so he wouldn't see the first tears begin to trickle down her face.


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