Lisa in New Zealand X

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 Reinker's year in New Zealand had flown by, and now it was nearly time to go back home to Texas. School was over and the exams had been taken. Christmas had been celebrated, and Lisa had been positively showered with gifts from her host family.

Two weeks before she was to depart, her host family, the Garret's, gave her a going away party. All of the many friends she had made came to say good bye. The party proved to be difficult for Lisa. Lisa always had a difficult time expressing her emotions, particularly the emotions of sadness and sorrow. She had had a wonderful time in her host country, and leaving this beautiful country was proving to be far more difficult than she had anticipated.

There was one thing, Lisa thought, that she would not mind leaving behind, and that was being spanked. Her own parents had not spanked her since she was six, and those spankings, a few swats on a fully clothed bottom, were nothing compared to the ones she had received from her host parents. She had not argued or resisted when she earned a spanking. She figured that was because all of her host sisters still received spankings. Just a few weeks ago, even twenty-one year old Mary had been spanked for the first time in over two years when she came home drunk at three in the morning. Her howls as Dad strapped her bare bottom could have waked the dead. So, Lisa thought, it would not have seemed right if she had not also been spanked when she deserved it. She thought that perhaps she would not have gotten as close to her host sisters if she had received a different punishment while they got spanked. Just the same, it would be nice not having to worry about having a sore bottom again.

For the last two weeks of her stay, Lisa began to get ready for her departure. And as she prepared to go home, she got moody. Lisa had been an only child in the states, and the self-centeredness that is sometimes the bane of an only child began to show up. She began to snap back at her host sisters, and even mouthed off at Mum once in the kitchen. Debra and Rachel were there when Lisa talked back, and both were more than surprised when Mum did not immediately escort their sister to the bedroom for a sound spanking. Talking about it alone later that evening, both commented on the fact that they would have been lucky to get off with only a slippering if they had answered back to Mum that way.

Lisa, too, noticed the change in herself and did not like it. At the same time, she felt almost powerless to change back to her old, cheerful, helpful self, no matter how hard she seemed to try. With only a week remaining in her stay, 5 days with her family and 2 days in a debriefing session with the other exchange students, Lisa talked with Debra, her roommate during her stay.

"I just don't know what's come over me," lamented Lisa. "I know I've been real crabby lately, but I just can't seem to stop myself."

Debra, although she had learned to love her American sister dearly, was not very sympathetic. After all, as her roommate, she had born the brunt of Lisa's moodiness. "What you need," Debra commented, "is a good hiding. I just can't believe that Mum didn't smack you when talked back to her. If any of us had done it, we'd have gotten a smacking we wouldn't have soon forgotten."

Lisa was rather shocked by her sister's comments. She had managed to avoid a spanking since October when she overslept one Sunday morning. She certainly had no desire to get a spanking now. The last thing she wanted was a sore bottom for a nineteen hour plane flight. At the same time, she remembered how clean she felt after a spanking. The spanking itself was always very unpleasant, and her bottom was always sore for several days afterward, yet she always felt so loved after it was over. She knew she deserved a spanking after she talked back to Mum, and she was quite surprised, if not relieved, when she didn't get one. Upon reflection, Lisa thought that maybe she knew she needed to be spanked and that's why she had talked back. And maybe part of her depressed feeling was the fact that Mum had not given her what she deserved. Maybe Mum no longer viewed her as one of her daughters, and that is why she didn't spank her. That thought brought tears to her eyes.

That same night, her host parents were also discussing her change in behavior. Both agreed that Lisa had earned several tannings the last few days, but they didn't want to give her the punishment she had earned. They didn't want one of her last memories of her time in New Zealand to be of her being draped over a lap or bent over a chair getting her bottom blistered, no matter how much she deserved it. They decided that they would simply have a talk about this with their other children once Lisa left. They were sure their daughters would understand why Lisa had not been spanked even though it was deserved.

The next afternoon, Lisa had gone up to the high school for a training run. She knew that the high school soccer season would be underway when she got back, and she was determined to be in top shape for it. She knew from letters from teammates back home that her school had a new soccer coach who brooked no nonsense and expected her athletes to be ready mentally and physically for whatever kind of practice she had in store for that day. She had also been told that the new coach was a very stern disciplinarian, although no one had gone into any details about that. So even though Lisa ran three to five miles six mornings a week, she now regularly went up to the school where she could work on her speed.

Lisa lost track of time and arrived home after the dinner had been placed on the table and the blessing had been given. I've done it again, Lisa thought. Being late for dinner was not tolerated in the Garret household, and she remembered how Rachel had been sent to her room rather than being allowed to eat one time when she came home late. That evening, Rachel was slippered by Mum as a reminder to be on time in the future. With that in mind, Lisa expected be told to go to her room and wait when she walked into the dining room. Instead, Dad told her to hurry and wash up, and then come to dinner.

Lisa was very quiet during dinner. She felt like her three sisters were glaring at her because she had no right to be eating dinner when they would have been sent to bed without their tea but with a sore bottom had they come home late. The guilty feeling had still not left her later that evening when she was in her room with Debra.

"You sure lucked out," Debra said rather sarcastically. "If any of us had come home late like that, we'd have gotten a hiding and an early bedtime."

"I'm sorry," Lisa replied quietly. "I lost track of time. I thought I would be in trouble, too." A short time later, Lisa told her sister that she needed to go talk to Mum.

"What for?" Debra asked. "Are you going to ask for a second helping of dessert?" Debra was bitter in part because she had been strapped for talking back to Mum not a week before Lisa had been let off for doing the same thing.

Lisa found Mum and asked her if they could talk privately. Mum suggested that they could talk in Mum's bedroom. Once there, Lisa explained her confusion at her not being punished when she had so clearly broken the rules, not just this time, but other times over the last couple of weeks. Lisa said that she was worried that her sisters would resent her because she was not being punished for things that they were. She didn't want to end her stay with them hating her.

"Are you asking for me to spank you?" inquired Mum softly.

Lisa stood there looking at her shoes. She hated being spanked, but she knew she had to set things right. At the same time, it went it against reason to actually ask for a spanking. After what seemed like a long time, Lisa answered. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Look at me, young lady," Mum responded in a quiet, but commanding voice. "You know that that kind of answer is not acceptable in this family. I asked you a question, and I expect a proper answer."

Lisa looked up, her eyes growing wide. She knew that tone all too well, but Mum still appeared to be leaving the choice of a spanking up to Lisa. "I know I deserve a spanking, but I'm afraid Mum," Lisa said in an almost pleading, little girl voice. Her hands unconsciously went to protect her bottom.

Mum looked at her 5'9" "little girl" and thought her heart would break. She could see the conflict raging inside of her daughter - the knowledge that she ought to be spanked and the dread of actually receiving a spanking. She knew this conflict was tearing Lisa up inside, and that it was her job as her mother to help see her through this even though she also dreaded what she knew to be her duty.

"Yes, Lisa," Mum stated, "you do deserve a spanking, and as much as I hate to have to do this so close to the end of your stay, I am going to give you a spanking." Mum could see the relief on Lisa's face once she knew the decision had been made for her. But Mum couldn't let her off the hook that easily. "Do you think your actions of late have earned you the slipper or the strap?" Mum asked.

Again Lisa looked down at her shoes as if the answer to that question might be found there. To say that she deserved only the slipper might make it appear that Lisa did not take her actions seriously, but she knew if she got strapped, she would probably still be quite sore on the plane ride home. Still, Lisa knew that if she were going to feel better on the inside, she had to be honest, even if it would make her feel worse on the outside. After a pause, Lisa whispered, "I deserve the strap, Mum."

"I agree," was all Mum said as she walked to the dresser where the strap was kept. Lisa went and stood on shaky legs behind the chair where strappings were given. Lisa closed her eyes when Mum opened the drawer. Her chest was pounding as she knew her Mum was getting out the strap for the whipping she knew in her heart that she deserved.

"Come here, Lisa," Mum said. Lisa opened her eyes and turned towards the voice. She saw Mum sitting on the edge of the bed holding the slipper. Seeing the shocked look on Lisa's face, Mum went on to explain. "I know that you deserve the strap," Mum began, "but because you have been honest about deserving to be punished, I'm going to give you a slippering instead."

Lisa moved next to Mum. For the last time, Mum lowered Lisa's shorts and panties and guided the trembling American across her lap. Her white bottom stood out in stark contrast to her deeply tanned legs.

"How old are you, Lisa?" Mum asked the ritual question even though she knew the answer.

"I-I'm s-s-seventeen, Ma'am," answered Lisa.

"Seventeen times three is fifty-one." calculated Mum, "so you will receive fifty-one smacks."

"Fifty-one! Mum, no, please, not that many," pleaded Lisa, looking over her shoulder at Mum. Mum's only answer was to raise the slipper and bring it down sharply on Lisa's right cheek. The next blow landed on the left cheek. Mum may have let Lisa off by not giving her the strap, but she was going to make sure that Lisa remembered this slippering for some time to come. Soon the house was filled with the familiar sound of the slipper repeatedly striking bare flesh. At last, thought her sisters, Lisa was finally getting what she deserved.

The emotions of the last few days were rushing through Lisa. She had learned to love this family, and as much as she missed her own parents in Texas, it was breaking her heart to have to leave the Garrets. She knew she had been such a pain because she couldn't let herself express the great sadness that she had been feeling the last few weeks.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Blow after blow landed on Lisa's defenseless bottom. At the start, like she had done for nearly all of her previous spankings, she was stoical lying across Mum's lap. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! After about a dozen, Lisa couldn't help herself; and tears began to trickle down her face and she began to sob. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mum, knowing that Lisa needed to release her emotions in order to feel better responded to Lisa's first cries by spanking her even harder. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Now the Garret house was filled with a very unfamiliar sound - Lisa's gut wrenching cries. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I'm sorry, Mum," Lisa cried. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I'm sorry I've been so bad, Mum." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I'll be good, Mum. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I promise. I'll be good." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Although Lisa told her Mum over and over again that she was sorry, she never once asked Mum to stop. She knew that she needed this spanking and the release of all her pent-up emotions that it was bringing her. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Finally, the 51 smacks had been delivered, and Lisa's bottom and thighs were a deep crimson. Even though the spanking was over, Lisa was still crying quite hard, apologising and promising to be good between sobs.

Normally, Mr. and Mrs. Garret would send a naughty daughter straight to bed after a spanking and allow the girl to cry herself to sleep, but Mrs. Garret knew that Lisa desperately needed to be comforted at this moment. Gently, Mum rubbed her back and swollen bottom and stroked Lisa's long blonde hair, but still the tears poured from her eyes. Mum helped Lisa up, pulled up her shorts and panties, and carefully helped Lisa to sit in her lap. Once safe in her Mum's arms, Lisa hugged her tightly and continued to cry against her shoulder, telling Mum how sorry she was and how much she would miss her New Zealand family.

Outside the bedroom, things in the Garret household came to a complete standstill. No one had ever seen, or rather, heard, this side of the tough American. The spanking had been a hard one, no doubt about that, but still they were shocked by Lisa's reaction both during the spanking and even after it was over.

After about twenty minutes, Lisa's crying had slowed to the occasional sob. Although it was still early, Mum suggested that Lisa get ready for bed as tomorrow would be a busy day. Mum helped her to dry her eyes, gave her a handkerchief so she could blow her nose, kissed her on the forehead, and then helped her to her feet. Once on her feet, Lisa began to rub her bottom, and she again apologised for her behavior, and thanked Mum for loving her enough to correct her. Lisa then headed off to bed, where, spent from the emotions of the day, she quickly fell asleep. Unbeknownst to the sleeping American, Mum sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her daughter's shoulders while her own tears slowly made their way down her face.