Lisa in New Zealand VIII

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.

The first term had ended for the students of Ruapehu High and the term break was over. When the Garret girls and Lisa returned to school, they received the marks from the practice exams they had taken before the break. All of the girls were happy with their results. Mum and Dad were especially pleased with how Lisa had done since she had never taken this kind of exam before. Debra had also done exceptionally well.

Although the girls were not usually allowed to go out on a school night, Mum and Dad decided that Debra and Lisa should be allowed to celebrate their exam results with some friends who had also done well. Mum and Dad agreed that the two girls could go out for dinner with their friends and to a 7:00 o'clock movie. They were reminded several times that they were to be home no later than 9:30. Before they left, Mum, as always, asked the girls if they had six cents for the pay phone should they need to call home. After assuring Mum that they had phone money, the two sisters left for an evening of fun.

The two girls met their friends at the Pizza Hut and had dinner. After dinner, they drove the short distance to the theatre. The movie let out around 8:45. As they walked back to their cars, someone suggested that they have a soda and maybe a snack back at the Pizza Hut before going home. Lisa liked the idea, but Debra was not so sure. She did not want to break curfew. Lisa ended up persuading her host sister, saying they could just order a soda and still make it home in plenty of time. Against her better judgment, Debra agreed.

Soon the group of girls fell to chatting as they waited for the food and drinks to arrive. They discussed the movie, their teachers, the cutest boys in class, and other such things as girls will discuss when they get together. After what seemed like just a short time, Debra glanced at her watch. Not certain that she had read it correctly, she looked at it again. No, she hadn't read it wrong. It was 10:15 and they were forty-five minutes past curfew! Debra told Lisa that they needed to get home, and the girls said their good-byes. Once outside, Debra told Lisa what time it was in a worried voice.

"Mum and Dad are going to kill us," Debra said. We were lucky they let us go out on a school night, and now we're going to be over an hour late." Debra also thought about how sore their bottoms would be at school the next day, but she kept that thought to herself. They got in the car and headed for home.

"What if we called home," Lisa suggested. "There's a pay phone up there on the corner. If we called them, maybe they wouldn't be so upset." Lisa, too, figured they were in for a sound spanking, but she also kept that thought to herself. Debra agreed that calling home was a good idea, but they couldn't come up with three two-cent pieces between them.

Debra drove as fast as she dared, but it still took them nearly twenty-five minutes to get home. As Debra parked the car in the driveway, they noticed the living room light was on. Like condemned prisoners, the two girls trudged up the walk to meet their fate. Although Lisa had been spanked several times during her stay so far, this would be the first time she had got in trouble with a sister. She wondered if they would be spanked together or separately. She also wondered who would spank them, Mum or Dad.

As they entered the front door, they saw that Dad had waited up for them. Once inside the living room, he looked at his watch and asked them the questions parents all over the world ask their late children.

"Do you know what time it is?" he asked in low, angry voice. "What do you two have to say for yourselves?"

Debra, seeing the angry look in her father's eyes could only squeak out a barely audible "I'm sorry, Dad," as both of her hands clutched her bottom.

"I'm sorry sir," said Lisa. Her voice, too, was hardly above a whisper. "It was all my fault. I talked Debra into going for a soda after the movie. She said we shouldn't, but I insisted." Lisa's hands had also moved instinctively to protect her backside.

"Why didn't you ring us and tell us you'd be late? We might have even given you permission to stay out later if you had called us after the movie let out?" Dad asked in a harsh voice.

"We were going to call, sir, honest, but we didn't have the money," Lisa replied.

"Didn't Mum ask you if you had six cents, and didn't you assure her that you did?" Dad questioned.

"Yes, sir," answered the American, realizing that she had said the wrong thing to her angry father, "but we must have accidentally spent it or something. Please Dad, I know I deserve to be punished, but please don't punish Debra. It was all my fault that we're late. If I had listened to her, we would have been home in time."

"Oh, you're going to be punished all right, and it was quite nice of you to try and get your sister off the hook, but it's not going to work," replied Dad. "Debra is well aware of the curfew policies in this house and the punishment for breaking them. You will both be punished most soundly. Wait here," he said, and with that, he left the room.

Once their dad was out of the room, Lisa asked him why he left. Debra explained that while spankings were usually given in their parents' room, Dad would spank them in the living room so as to disturb the rest of the family as little as possible. Debra then thanked Lisa for trying to get her out of her punishment, but she said that Dad was right. Debra did know the consequence for breaking curfew, and she should not have allowed her sister into talking her into having the soda after the movie.

Just then, Dad arrived back in the living room carrying the strap. After he closed the door, he announced that Debra, being older, would get spanked first. He instructed her to stand in front of the couch and to remove her A-line skirt. After that had been accomplished, he pulled her panties down to her knees and told her to bend over. Once Debra was in position, Dad raised the strap over his shoulder and let if fly. CRACK! Both Debra and Lisa jumped when the strap struck Debra's bottom. Debra quickly bent back over and CRACK! Lisa winced at the sound and shuddered when she saw the two red stripes across her sister's bottom. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad had found his rhythm.

Debra took the first dozen or so strokes fairly quietly, but as the spanking continued, her sobs became louder, and the sobs were followed by pleas for leniency and promises of better behavior. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad's only response was to bring the strap down yet again on Debra's reddening backside. After two dozen strokes, Debra was crying incoherently as Dad spanked her again and again.

Lisa was practically in a state of shock as she watched her host sister being strapped. She felt terribly guilty since she knew that she was responsible for the current condition of Debra's bottom. She was also frightened at the knowledge that she was next. Seeing Debra's bottom and thighs turn a dark shade of red, she wanted to beg, or perhaps even demand, that Dad stop, but fear had stolen her voice.

After three dozen strokes, Debra's spanking came to an end. Dad pulled up her panties and told Lisa to take her sister's place in front of the couch. Visibly shaking, Lisa removed her straight skirt. Dad lowered her panties to her knees, and Lisa dutifully bent over, still shaking from fear. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad wasted no time in punishing his American daughter. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The pain was intense, but Lisa told herself that she did not deserve to cry, not after what she had put Debra through. Instead, she held on to the couch for dear life as the spanking continued.

By now, Debra's crying had slowed down and she watched her sister's punishment through teary eyes. Although she knew that Lisa had always been dry-eyed after her previous spankings, she watched in amazement as Lisa took her punishment without a whimper. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Dad's arm did not appear to be at all tired from the previous spanking. After three dozen strokes, Lisa's bottom and thighs were just as red as her sister's. The strapping completed, Dad pulled up Lisa's panties as he had done earlier for Debra.

After a brief lecture on responsibility, Dad sent the two teens to bed. Rubbing their throbbing backsides, the girls made their way to the room they shared, each vowing silently to herself never to break curfew again.