Lisa’s List Part 1: Big Brother Knows Best

Lisa doesn’t mean to be naughty, but her parents are so strict! Maybe big brother can help.

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Although I’ll be writing in the first person, this story is complete fiction and only ever happened inside my head. Oh, and this only Part 1 so there’s no shagging in this bit.

Ok lets get on with it:

I knocked on her bedroom door.

“Go away!”

I hated it when my little sister was crying like this. I ignored her and pushed my way in.

“I told you to leave me alone!”

She threw an arm to push me away, but l ignored her again and sat on the bed next to her.

“What’s the matter? I asked. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”
I was only a couple of years older than my sister, but I was the clever one, the sensible one, the wise one that helped steer her down the right path.
(Well that’s what I thought anyway).

“Mummy’s really angry with me,” sniff, “she gave me a proper telling off,” sob, “and said I’ll be in big trouble when Daddy gets home.” She burst into tears again.

“Why? What have you done?” She must have been really naughty! Poisoned the cat, broken the TV or something like that.

“Well,” sniff. She started to explain.
“You know that pretty plant Daddy gave her for her birthday?. Well er, it was in the window sill and I thought I heard an ice cream van so I jumped up to the window to have a look and I, I..” She started to cry again. “I knocked it off and dirt went all over the floor and Mummy says she can’t have nice things because I’m so stupid and clumsy and I think I’ve killed it and Daddy’s going to give me a big spanking when he gets home from football and there wasn’t even an ice cream van…”

I’d never seen her so upset. I took her in my arms.
“I don’t think you’ll have killed it, plants are stronger than that.”

“Do you think so? But the carpet’s really dirty. Mummy only watered the plant this afternoon so it made a muddy mess.”

I tried to dry her tears. “Why don’t we see if we can clean it up? Mummy might not be so angry then.”

Lisa wasn’t so sure, “She was really mad.”

“Alright, but let’s try anyway. We probably can’t make things any worse.”

We went down to the living room. Fortunately Mummy was in the kitchen. The mess didn’t look as bad as I’d expected.
The plant hadn’t fallen out of the pot and I was able to scoop up some of the loose soil and straighten it back up. I sent Lisa up to the bathroom to fetch a couple of sponges and showed her how dab the carpet to dry it up and pull most of the dirt out. We didn’t manage to clean it all up, but after I’d got the hoover out from under the stairs and given the carpet a good going over, it did look better.

Of course, Mummy heard the hoover and came to see what was going on.

“Oh, you two have been busy haven’t you.” She looked pleased and checked on her plant. “That’s better.” she remarked. “And the carpet’s not looking too bad now either. It’ll probably clean up nicely with a stiff brush once it’s dried out properly. I’ll show you how,” she told Lisa.
She didn’t seem angry with her anymore.
“You’re lucky to have such a good brother to get you out of trouble.”

“Yes,” said Lisa, before adding quietly, “Am I still in trouble with Daddy.” She gave another sorry sniff.

“No darling,” Mummy gave her a kiss, “but you’ve got to learn to be more sensible.”

We went back to her room.
I got a big hug, “Thanks Tim. I would never have thought of the sponge. You saved me from a big spanking and Mummy doesn’t hate me anymore either.”

“Oh Mummy doesn’t ever hate you, she just gets annoyed when you do silly things and Daddy’s only strict because he wants us to learn right from wrong. If he just lets us get away with everything then we’ll never be sensible grown ups will we?” (Yes I really was a “know all”, but I was a big brother, so that was my job!).

My sister thought for a moment, “But Mummy shouts so loud and Daddy smacks too hard.”

“I suppose they want to make sure we learn our lessons.”

“Do you think I needed a spanking for knocking the plant over then? You know – to help me learn to be more careful?”

“Well maybe… but just a little one.”

“Erm. Perhaps you should give me one then? Not a hard one like Daddy! Just enough to remind not to be so careless in future. You’d do that for me wouldn’t you,

“Oh, I don’t know…. I’ve never spanked anyone before. I wouldn’t know how hard it should to be.”
I wasn’t keen on the idea.

“It’s okay. You saved me from a big one and I’m know you won’t be mean. I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough.
It’ll be good practice for when you’re a Daddy yourself.”

So that was that.
She had it all worked out.
I was going to spank my little sister’s bum.

We decided to do it at bedtime. It was Saturday, so Lisa was allowed to stay up later than usual and go to bed at 8.30pm. She’d be sleeping in my bed too, because her kindly big brother always read her a bedtime story, when we didn’t have school in the morning.

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The evening passed by, as normal.
No one said anything about the plant or the carpet and Daddy was in a good mood because his football team had won.
Lisa wasn’t in any trouble. She was just her usual happy self, without a worry in the world. Maybe she’d changed her mind about wanting me to smack her.

Bedtime rolled around and we kissed Mummy and Daddy goodnight before going up to our rooms.
Lisa came to join me in mine a few minutes later.

“So, do you want to spank me now, or after my story?” she asked in a matter of fact fashion.

I was surprised, but decided to play my part. After all I was supposed to be in charge.

“I think it’s best if we get it over with don’t you?”

“Yes,” she looked down at her toes a little nervously, “Do you want me to go over your knee, like when Daddy does it?”

I hadn’t thought about it. I didn’t know how to spank a girl. I had no idea what I was supposed to do.
“Yes, yes. Get over my knee so I can teach you a lesson, you naughty girl.” I blathered.

She did as she was told. Positioning her little bottom to receive its punishment.

She was wearing pyjamas though and we both knew that they would have to go!
I gulped. This was new ground.
Although, I had seen Lisa naked many times when we had taken our baths together, she had never undressed in front of me and I had certainly never taken her clothes off!

The prospect was thrilling.
Exciting and scary, at the same time.
I had no choice.
I had to do it.
Lisa’s bottom was right there waiting for me.
She wanted me to spank her and, yes, I really wanted to give her a that spanking. I took a deep breath, grabbed hold of the waistband with both hands and pulled her pyjamas down to her knees.

Time to get my hands on that bare bum!

“Knickers?
Why are you wearing knickers? You know Mummy doesn’t let us wear our undies in bed.”

“Oh, erm. I thought I might need an extra layer, in case you spanked me too hard.”

It was time to take control like Daddy would and Daddy would spank her on the bare, so I was going to do the same.

“Well you’ll just have to trust me won’t you.” I told her, pulling her knickers and her pyjama bottoms clean off.

“Oh no! Not too hard please.”

I gave her a slap. Quite a gentle one. I was being careful. “Just tell me if it’s too hard, okay.”

She wriggled and kicked her legs as I gave her a couple more.
It was okay.
She wasn’t squealing or crying.
She wasn’t even complaining.
I must be doing it right.

I was loving it.
Her bare bum looked great.
It felt lovely.
I enjoyed being in charge.
So proud that Lisa was trusting me to treat her like this.
And it was making my willy feel wonderful. Big and hard. I had no idea why, but I knew I liked it.

I kept spanking but slowed down, leaving my hand on her bared flesh to squeeze and fondle this secret part of my sister’s body.

“Oooh Daddy doesn’t do that.”

I decided to try my luck. “Well I’m not spanking as hard as Daddy so I have to find some extra punishments to make up for it, don’t I?”

“Oh, well I suppose that’s fair. It’s not as bad as a Daddysmack.”

My luck was in. I carried on. Spanking cautiously and taking new liberties with her previous untouched bum.
I lost count of the spanks, but stopped when I thought I should.
Lisa was still in position.
Lying over my knee, bare from the waist down, letting me rub her arse.
Ready to take whatever her big brother had in mind for her.
Like a good girl.

“Have you learned your lesson now?” I asked.

“I think so Dad…, sorry Tim,” she giggled.

“Okay then. Time for bed.”

She picked up her pyjama bottoms.

“No you won’t be needing thosr. Or your knickers.” I told her.

“Oh. Is that another one of my extra punishments?”

“Yeah,” I grinned, “and so’s this!”

I leapt on her, putting my hands under her pyjama top to tickle her ribs. She wriggled and giggled away. Squealing and jumping on the bed, her bare little bum wiggling away delightfully.

“Hey, pack it in you two or Lisa will have sleep in her own room.” Daddy shouted from downstairs.

“Ok, sorry. I’ll just finish her bedtime story and turn the light out.” I promised, “Goodnight.”

There wasn’t time for a story but Lisa didn’t seem to mind. She climbed into my bed wearing no more than her loose pyjama top.
I hid the bottoms under the sheets, in case our parents looked in, then cuddled up to my little sister, stroking her bum gently.

“Are you still punishing my bottom?” she asked.

“No, just rubbing it better.”

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Lisa was still in my arms when I woke the next morning.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worried that I might have gone too far with her “punishment”.

“Yes thanks. A little bit sore, but it’s for my own good isn’t it?
I forgot something last night though.”

She kissed me softly. “Thank you for teaching me my lesson.”
“That’s what I have to say when Daddy spanks me.” she explained.

“That’s okay. Any time,” was all I could say.
I wanted to tell her that I loved it.
It was the best thing ever!

“Maybe you could do it for me again?”

“What now!”

“No next time I’m naughty. I mean, if you can make sure I don’t get in trouble with Mummy and Daddy, then maybe you could give me a little spank, instead. To help me learn to be a good girl?
You know, just like you did with the plant yesterday.”

I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Please.” she begged, “It’s awful when Mummy and Daddy get angry with me?”

“But, won’t they just get angry with me, if I’m spanking you all the time? They hate it when we fight.”

“Erm, well why don’t we save all my spankings until Saturday nights. We can do them at bedtime, like last night.”

“Good idea. I’ll have to make a list if you do anything wrong during the week.”

“Okay.” She kissed me again.

“Remember to be a good girl then,” I told her hoping she wouldn’t.

‐————
Actually she was a “good girl” on Sunday and she tried to stay good on Monday.
But we were half way to school, when I asked her whether she had remembered to feed her pet cat.

“Oh no! Poor Jess, she’ll be starving! I’ll have to rush home at lunchtime. Mum will be so annoyed….Hey? Why are you laughing at me?” she asked me.

“I fed her before we left – I knew you’d forgotten!”

She slapped my arm, then hugged me.

“Thanks Tim, you’re the best.”

We walked hand in hand for a moment before she turned to me.

“That’s going to go on The List isn’t it?”

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That’s all for now.
No doubt The List will grow and I’ll find new ways to punish my little sister in Part 2.

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