Lisa in New Zealand VII

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.

Rachel Garret at 15 was the youngest of the three Garret girls. She also tended to be the most punished of the three. Hardly a month went by without her getting her bottom smacked by at least one parent for one thing or another. Part of that was due to her being the youngest, but part of that was due to her personality. Naturally, she thought it was highly unfair that she made more trips to her parents' bedroom than her other two sisters combined. She blamed it all on being youngest. As she saw it, her parents had learned all the tricks teenagers might play, so she got away with nothing. Of course, she would never admit that she was constantly trying to find new ways of getting away with things.

Rachel had mixed emotions about getting an exchange student. Instead of having two older sisters, now she would have three. However, her parents had never spanked any of the girls with company over. Rachel held out hope that an exchange student would be viewed as long-term company, and therefore the Garret girls would not be subject to spankings during her stay. Furthermore, Rachel reasoned, if her parents gave up spanking for a year, they might give it up forever. Maybe having an exchange student wouldn't be so bad.

Rachel soon found out that her line of thinking was wrong. Lisa Reinker had not been a part of their family for even a month when Rachel earned a hiding. Lisa and Debra had gone out to play tennis one Saturday morning. While they were away, Rachel got into an argument with Mum over some unfinished chores. The argument escalated into Rachel talking back to Mum in front of Dad. Dad would have none of it and soon escorted Rachel back to his bedroom for a sound strapping. Much to Rachel's embarrassment, Debra and Lisa arrived home early and heard the last part of Rachel's punishment when she was begging Dad to stop hitting her.

As usual, Debra and Mary teased Rachel mercilessly about her spanking. Lisa was completely different. She seemed horrified that Dad had strapped her. Lisa asked a few questions about what it was like and treated Rachel almost like she had been ill. A week passed and the strapping was just a bad memory for Rachel.

One absolute rule in the Garret household was being on time for dinner. Tea was served promptly at 6 on weeknights. All the girls were expected to be home no later than 5:45 to wash up and to be seated at the table by 6 unless they had received special permission to miss dinner. Occasionally one of the younger girls would cut it close because of practice, or Mary would push the limit getting home late from university, but none of the girls had been punished for being late for tea in nearly two years.

Rachel had arranged with Mum to go over to a friend's house to study after school one day. Normally Mum required the girls to come straight home from school to do their homework, but she gave her permission since the two girls wanted to quiz each other for an upcoming German test. After having a snack, the two girls got down to studying. The studying turned into visiting, and soon they lost track of time. When Jennifer's mother told her dinner would soon be on the table, Rachel finally looked at her watch. It was 5:55. Rachel hurriedly packed up her books and ran the two blocks to her house, arriving home at 6:02. She put her book bag down in the living room and dashed into the dining room to see the family finishing the blessing. Rachel tried to excuse her tardiness, but Mum cut her short.

"What time is dinner served in this family?" Mum asked sharply.

"At 6 o'clock, Mum," replied Rachel quietly.

"And what time is it now, Rachel?" Mum questioned.

"It's 6:05," came the answer.

"You are aware of the rule about being home on time for dinner and the consequences for being late, are you not?" Mum asked.

"Yes, Mum," answered Rachel sorrowfully.

"Well then," began Mum, "You are to go to your room straight away. I'll deal with you after we've finished eating."

"Yes, Mum," said Rachel dejectedly, and she turned to go to her room. At least they were having a dish she didn't particularly care for, she thought. It would have been terrible to have to miss one of her favourite foods and get a spanking on top of it all. Less than 45 minutes later, Mary stuck her head in the door of Rachel's bedroom to inform her the hour of her doom was at hand.

"Rachel, Mum wants to see you in her room," Mary smirked. "What a pity you're about to get your bum smacked. You'd think a big girl of 15 could tell time by now. In case you didn't know, when the little hand is on the 5 and the big hand is on the 9, you're supposed to be home. I guess Mum will teach you that with the slipper. Do you think you'll only get the slipper? I'd hate to see someone not old enough to tell time yet get the strap. Well, you'd best hurry and get your hiding. I'd hate for you to keep Mum waiting," Mary finally concluded.

"Shut up, Mary," Rachel said on her way out of the room. "You've gotten smacked for getting home late for tea when you were older than I." With that, Rachel walked the short distance to her parents' bedroom to face Mum.

With trepidation, Rachel knocked on the door and entered. Mum was seated on the bed, slipper by her side. The lecture was short and to the point. Tea was served at 6 and Rachel was expected to be on time. Mum then asked if Rachel had anything to say. Rachel apologised profusely for her tardiness and begged to be let off with a warning. Mum would have none of it, reminding Rachel that she had been nearly late to dinner just the week before and warned of the consequences of being late for dinner. Rachel apologised again and said she hadn't meant to be late and hurried home as soon as she noticed the time.

"Does Jennifer not have a telephone?" asked Mum. "You could have called us saying you were on your way and avoided all of this."

"I didn't think to call, Mum," Rachel confessed. "As soon as I noticed the time, I thought I should get home as quickly as possible. I just hoped that I could make it in time. If I'd thought to call, I'd have probably figured that it would have just made me more late and gotten me in more trouble. I'll call in the future if I think I might be late."

"Part of the reason your dad and I punish is to help teach you girls to think in the future," Mum stated. "If the hiding you're about to get will make you think and ring us in the future, then it will have served its purpose. Let's get this over with, shall we."

With that, Rachel moved to Mum's side. Mum quickly had the trembling girl's panties at her knees and guided her over her lap. Once in position, Mum raised her daughter's dress to complete the baring of her bottom. That done, Mum picked up the slipper to punish her youngest child.

"How old are you?" Mum said, asking the ritual question.

"I'm 15 Mum," Rachel answered with a quivering voice.

"Fifteen times two is thirty. You have thirty smacks coming," stated Mum. With that, she lifted the slipper high and brought it down with a resounding smack on the smooth white bottom. Thirty times the slipper rose and fell, smacking the errant bottom soundly, turning it ever darker shades of red. After about the tenth smack, Rachel began to sob quietly. At twenty, Rachel's cries could be heard throughout the Garret household. By the time Mum reached thirty, Rachel was promising never to be late again and always to call in the future. The spanking over, Mum gently helped Rachel off of her lap and gave her a hug.

"You took your hiding well, Rachel," Mum said. "It's time you got in bed. I'll be shortly to tuck you in."

Rachel was somewhat confused by the last statement. In the past, if the girls got spanked in the late afternoon or evening, they were sent straight to bed. Rachel expected that. What she didn't expect was for Mum to come and tuck her in. Mum hadn't done that in years unless she were sick or upset about something. True, a spanking was upsetting, but Mum had never tucked her in after one before.

Dutifully, Rachel got ready for bed and climbed under the covers to wait for her mother. A short while later, there was a knock at the door and Mum entered. What Mum was carrying surprised the teenager, for in Mum's hand was a plate with a sandwich and a glass of milk on it. What surprised Rachel about this so much was the fact that when the Garret girls were spanked before dinner, they were traditionally sent to bed without their dinner as a part of their punishment. Rachel didn't know what to make of all this.

"I've brought you a bite to eat, Rachel," Mum said. "I know we don't normally do this, but I do believe you when you said you forgot to come home on time by accident. I think you've learned your lesson, and the lesson won't be forgotten just because you have a sandwich and some milk. I'll be in later to get the glass and the plate. Sleep well, precious one." With that, Mrs. Garret gave her youngest child a loving hug and left her to eat her dinner. Mrs. Garret had been right. Rachel remembered the lesson of being on time for dinner or calling ahead for a long, long time afterward.