Lisa’s List Part 2: A Bit More than Just a Spanking

Big Brother manages to keep Lisa out of trouble so he can deal with her himself.

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Lisa wasn’t a naughty girl. She was just a little clumsy, careless, forgetful and a bit silly. Nevertheless she kept me very busy trying to cover up her mistakes and keep her out of trouble with Mummy and Daddy.

The List of her misdemeanors was quite long when she came to my bedroom on Saturday night.
Apart from forgetting to feed her cat – which was very naughty, everything else was just the kind of annoying stuff that drives parents potty.
Leaving the lights on, not putting the top back on the toothpaste, using up all the loo roll and not getting a new one out. All the usual things that kids get scolded for, but Lisa hadn’t been told off all week. That was because I’d been turning the lights off, sealing the toothpaste and putting new loo roll on the hanger, before Mummy and Daddy found out.

However my little sister knew she would have to be punished for her mistakes if she was going to learn how to be a good little girl. And she had agreed that I would be the one to do it!

“Do you want me over your knee, like last week?” She asked casually. “Thanks for looking out for me. Mummy hasn’t shouted at me once and Daddy bought me a lolly for being such a good girl.”
She made herself comfortable over my lap.
“Is there much on The List?”

I read her the full litany of the misdeeds I had hidden from our parents that week. About a dozen items in total. She made no effort to deny them.

“Oh well I suppose you’d better teach me a lesson then.” She pulled up her nighty, presenting her bottom for this week’s spanking.
There were no pyjamas or knickers in the way this time. Just a naked bottom for me to punish as I saw fit – just as long as I wasn’t too mean!

It was only the second time I had punished her, but I knew what I was doing now. I spanked her with more confidence. Slapping her bottom header and more precisely. I didn’t just spank her, though. I took my time to grope and fondle her bare arse, touching her more boldly and savouring the flesh beneath my fingers.

I must have been doing it right, because although I made Lisa jump or twitch a few times, there were no tears or complaints. She never asked me to stop or tried to get away. She simply stayed in place, submitting to my will and accepting her discipline. When I decided she had suffered enough and released her from my knee, she kissed me sweetly, “Thank you for my punishment, Tim.”
But of course it wasn’t over. Once she got into bed beside me, her nighty went up past her waist and the fondling and groping recommenced. I loved it and I didn’t stop until I fell asleep.

That set the pattern for our Sunday nights together.
I would read out the list of Lisa’s naughtiness. She would lay over my knee, have her backside bared and surrender herself to be spanked, squeezed and stroked all night to my satisfaction.
Some times I felt sorry for my little sister. The whole ritual must awful, painful, humiliating and embarrassing. I was sure that I wouldn’t want to go through it.
But she came to my room every week, with happy enthusiasm, ready to receive her fate and face the consequences of her misbehaviour.
I couldn’t imagine that she was enjoying it. I decided it must just be a “girl thing” and Daddy had always told me that “women were impossible to understand” so I didn’t give it much more thought.
Why would I? I was having a wonderful time!

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It was about a month later when Lisa roared up the stairs and burst into my room, dragging me away from my latest Lego project.

“Come quick! Jeremy’s escaped and I can’t find him.”

“Where’s Mummy?” I asked.

“She’s gone to the supermarket but she’ll be back soon. Come on! Quick!” She pulled me towards the door, anxious that we should find her pet hamster.

When we reached the living room, I saw the hamster cage on floor with the door open. Jeremy hadn’t escaped. Lisa had let him out!
Just to make things worse both the living room doors were open too – Jeremy could have run up the stairs or even got into the kitchen.

I sent Lisa back to check the stairwell. I was going to look in the kitchen. I really hoped he hadn’t gone in there because that was where Jess had her cat flap and if Jeremy had got through there then was surely gone for good.
I couldn’t see him, but I had a more horrible thought. What if Jess had caught him and killed him, like a mouse!
I was pleased to she was snoozing in front of the oven and there was no sign of hamster fur on the floor!

I returned to the living room. Lisa hadn’t found him either. I made her close the doors and got down on all fours to search properly.
I spotted him. Hiding under the settee. It was a two-seater and it was too heavy for me to move it. I could lift one end though, just a little bit and only for a few seconds, but we had to try.
I grabbed the settee and pulled at it with all my 10 year old might, straining like a weight lifter.
I got it a couple of inches off the floor and told Lisa to try to get him.
She made a grab, but Jeremy scampered, startled into the corner. Lisa squealed as he ran away. I almost dropped the sofa onto both of them!

Jeremy settled in a corner and I sent Lisa to get a piece of apple – his favourite food – whilst I spoke to him softly.
The ploy worked. He started to nibble at the apple in my sister’s hand and calmly allowed me to gently take hold of him and return him to his cage. I made sure we closed the door properly this time, before putting it back on the shelf, where it belonged.

Lisa was all smiles and “thank yous” but the job wasn’t quite done. I told her to fetch the dust pan and brush. There was a patch of hamster poo that needed clearing up!
Yuck!
We had barely finished when we heard a key in the lock. Mummy was home.

“Wow that was close.” my relieved sister gasped once we were out of Mummy’s earshot.
“Thanks for your help. I wouldn’t never have found Jeremy on my own. Good job he didn’t get out of the cat flap. I daren’t think what would have happened.”

“Well he’s safe now so that’s all that matters.”

“Yes I’ll be more careful in future.”

“Good. I’ll have to put it on The List though.”

“Definitely Sir.” she confirmed.

She didn’t have to call me “Sir” but she had started to do so during our Saturday night sessions. I suppose it made it feel like a game, she was only 8, after all, but maybe it was another “girl thing”, who knows?

Anyway Saturday bedtime soon arrived and Lisa told me she would report to my room in five minutes, once she had changed into her nighty. I told her I wanted her in her pyjamas instead.
“Yes Sir.” she agreed without hesitation.

I didn’t have to wait long before she obediently presented herself in her loose orange nylon pyjamas. It was the fashion of the day.
She stood before me, as I went through the ritual of reading The List.
Once again there were same old repeated “crimes” of toys left on the stairs and dirty clothes on the bedroom floor, but, of course, there was also the more serious matter of the Jeremy incident.

“Allowing Jeremy out of his cage.”
“Putting Jeremy in danger of injury, or worse.”
I read the “offences” out loud with all the gravitas I could muster
“Getting hamster poo on the living room carpet.”

Lisa laughed at that one.

“Do you think that’s funny?” I asked sternly,, “What would Daddy do if he came home from work and found hamster poo on the carpet?”

“He’d be angry Sir.”

“And what would he do to you?”

“He’d spank me Sir. On my bare bottom. He’d spank me hard Sir.” She had a cheeky little smile on her face, that I didn’t understand. I decided to stick to my script.

“Well fortunately I’m going to discipline you instead.”

I knelt before her and took hold of her pyjama bottoms.

“Oh… but I’m not wearing any knickers. You’ll be able to see my girl place.” It was a rare protest.

“If you don’t want a hard Daddyspank then you know I have to punish you in different ways. And anyway, you keep making the same mistakes every week so I’m going to have to try something new, or you’ll never be a good girl.”
I yanked her pyjamas down without further discussion, getting a close up view of her pussy for the first time.

I had never seen one before. Not even a picture in a book.
It looked soft and smooth. A neat slot between her legs, not the little pee hole I had expected.

My little sister gasped, but she was a brave girl and resisted the urge to cover herself with her hands.
She let me look.
We were both silent for a moment, as I took it all in and Lisa got over the shock of being exposed to her brother.

“Will I be getting a spanking too Sir?” she asked quietly.

“Oh yes, of course. Get over my knee, you naughty thing.” I couldn’t help but say it with a giggle.

It was time for spanking as usual. Hard and long enough to redden her cheeks and make my hand sting a little, but gentle enough for Lisa to know that I wasn’t really angry with her and that I wouldn’t hurt her (too much).

I felt her up too, but I did it differently this time. It was more brazen. Every caress venturing a little closer to her “girl place”. Experimenting, seeking out the limits to which my hands were be allowed to stray before they trespassed into forbidden territory.

Lisa remained quiet. More alert, tense and vigilant than normal, she allowed my fingers’ rude incursion towards her most private space.

I took her to bed where I continued to paw her, under the covers.
Her girl place was surprisingly warm and damp with more layers and folds than I had expected. I would have to look at it more closely next time.
For now though, my fingers would do the exploring.
Lisa giggled and sighed as I poked and stroked my way around her.
She kept telling me “nobody had ever touched her like that before” as I ran slid my fingers along her pussy lips.
She didn’t tell me stop though.
So I didn’t.
I think she might have liked it.

She went really quiet when I found a little bump at the top.
I ran my fingers over it softly.
It felt too delicate to squeeze.
I thought it might be some kind of switch – like the volume on the TV – because Lisa fell silent when I fingered it. Her breathing got deeper, and it made her wriggle too.
Weird.
Maybe I would understand when I was older.

I went back to her slit.
It was wetter now and I found my fingers could slide more easily between the lips.
I wondered how far they could go.

“Oh, oh that’s different. Oh, no one’s. Oh don’t. No you mustn’t.” Lisa’s whispered protests came too late.
I eased my right index finger into her tight tunnel. It soon Adiscovered a moist snug haven deep inside her girl place.
Whoever knew that was possible?

I gave it a wiggle.
Lisa bit her lip, but didn’t demand it’s removal.

“Feels strange, Sir” she whispered. “Is this what happens to all the naughty girls?”

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More discoveries to come in Part 3.

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