20 June 2011

Another Link

I've recently stumbled upon a story blog that I like... There is so far only one story, but it's brother/sister themed and pretty damn good if I do say so myself.  So give Sadie a visit and tell her to write more!! :)


14 June 2011

Story: Alex and Anali (translated to English from Spanish)

Misc Story.  This was originally written in Spanish, so due to popular demand, I translated it to English.  It's not as entertaining as the google translate version, and not great compared to most of the stories I write in my native language, but you asked for it, so here it is.  Hope you enjoy.

Alex and Anali
by Breanna Carter

My brother Alex has always protected me.  My first memory ever is with him... one day when we had just arrived in Mexico.  I was 2 or 3 years old and we were outside playing ball, when a kid started making fun of me because I'm white and I didn't speak Spanish.  I remember that Alex told him not to mess with me, and when the kid kept doing it, my brother hit him in the face.  After that, the kid didn't bother me anymore.

Well, okay, so Alex isn't my real brother, he's my step-brother, but since our parents have been married for so long, it seems like he's my real brother.  Anyway, the point is that Alex has defended me for as long as I can remember.  And even though we've gotten older, he'll still do whatever he can for me.

When I was 16, and he was 20, we lived in Miami, and he took care of me when our parents had to travel for work (my mom is a business-person, and my dad works for the Mexican consulate).  I remember one night that I wanted to go to a party...

"I don't think it's a good idea," he said when I told him about the party.  "Because I'm sure they'll be drinking, right?"

"Well.... yes, but not me!  Don't worry, Alex.  I'm a big girl.  I can take care of myself."

"Okay, Anali, I trust you.  Just promise me that you'll behave.  I don't want you to go out looking for problems, kiddo, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said.  "Can I go now?  I'll be back at one."  And I went in my car with the windows down, listening to music.  I felt so good with the wind blowing through my hair and  singing my favorite songs.  I didn't have a worry in the world.

When I got to the party, I said hi to some friends from school and searched for my friend Mary.  She's my best friend and we do everything together.  "Hey Anali!  Here I am!" I heard and turned around to see her tackle me in a hug.  "So glad you came.  I was getting bored and lonely without ya!" she said.

"Ufff, yes, I'm here, but you're going to squeeze me to death!"

"Hehehe, oops, sorry," she said and smiled.  "Let's go get something to drink!"  She took my hand and lead me to the living room where there were some bottles of beer. "Want one?"

"Of course!"  Truthfully, neither of us had ever drank beer before, but we were super curious.  We'd heard all about previous parties where our classmates had gotten wasted.  I wanted to have experiences like them, but they'd never invited me to a party before... til that day.

Mary took two bottles.  "Cheers!" I told her and we started drinking.

We didn't like the taste of the beer, and after our first bottle, she didn't drink anymore.  However, I did continue drinking.  While Mary was dancing, I drank more beer, and eventually, I was slightly intoxicated.  With the alcohol in my blood, I started dancing with my friend, and then with this hott guy.  I didn't pay attention to anything else, not even the time, until my friend smacked me on the back.

"Ana, we should go," Mary said.  "It's 2am and Alex is probably super pissed.  We should've gotten home like an hour ago."

"Don't worry, amiga.  Nothing will happen."  Because I thought that's how it'd be, but in a party with drunk teenagers, something always happens.  A few minutes after assuring my friend that everything would be okay, some girl started bugging me because supposedly the guy I was dancing with was her boyfriend.

"Hey!" she screamed at me.  "What are you doing with my boyfriend?  Get the fuck out of here, bitch!"

"Are you talking to me?" I asked her, moving towards her.  "I don't think you're talking to me like that, kid."

"Yeah I'm talking to you.  And I told you to get out of here or I'm going to fuck you up."

I didn't like that she was swearing at me like that, and even though my best friend said, "Anali, come on, let's go.  Please, just ignore her," I couldn't stop myself.  I slapped the girl across the face.

"And what are you going to do to me?" I taunted.

She looked at me with wide eyes, surprised that I'd hit her.  "You don't know who you're messing with," she said in a low voice.

"You have a problem with me?  Come here and show me what you got!  I'm not scared of you."

"Uyyy Anali, please let's go.  Don't worry about her," Mary pleaded.

"Shut up, Mary," I said.  "If this slut thinks I'm going to let her talk to me like that, I'll show her who I am."

"Calm down, Ana..."

"If you wanted problems, now you've got them.  Come on, kid."  In that moment, she pushed me, sending my drunken self flying onto someone.

"Anali," I heard a man's voice say.  And I recognized that voice... it was my brother, but I didn't care.  I was so mad and drunk that I got up and I pushed her too and then I began hitting her.

Everyone started screaming and we hit each other until we fell to the floor where we continued hitting each other, pulling each other's hair, and kicking each other like we were kindergartners.  I heard Alex and Mary screaming, but didn't pay attention.  We kept fighting until someone told us that the police were coming.  In that moment, almost everyone ran from the house, although some people were so drunk they just stayed (like me).  But now that the way had been cleared, Alex pulled me away from the fight.

"Ana, that's enough.  It's unnecessary to continue acting like this."  He spoke to me calmly, even though I imagine he was quite upset with me.

"She started it!" I told him, crying.  "Tell her to stop!"

"It's all right, baby."  He hugged me, telling me not to cry and that everything would be okay.  "Let's go outside.  Here, drink some water."

"I don't want any water," I said, but he gave it to me anyway and then lead me to the door.  On our way outside, I grabbed another bottle of beer to keep drinking.

Alex saw it when we were on the front porch.  "Anali, you don't need to drink anymore.  You're already drunk."

"I'm not drunk," I explained.

"Uh huh.  I'm sure you're not.  Give me the bottle because the police are coming."

I saw the flashing lights of the police cars and left my beer on the floor.  "Let's go?" I whispered to my brother.

"We have to wait and explain what happened."

"But they're going to take me to jail...!"

"No they won't.  It's better to explain to them what happened, rather than leave, so that they know you'll accept the consequences."

"But Alex..."

"Enough," he said, and I shut up, waiting to see what the police would say.

"Good evening," said the cop to my brother.

"Good evening officer."

"What's going on here?"

I started explaining what had happened to the officer, and then the stupid girl came outside to pester me again.  She started screaming all of these bad things about me, saying that I was the one who hit her and that I had been hurting her.  The policeman told her to be quiet, that he would listen to her version of the story after mine.  And I don't know why, but when she started talking, I just got really mad.  How was she going to lie about me!?  How was she going to tell the cops that it had been my fault!?  That wasn't true!

"Stop fucking lying!" I yelled.

"Ana, shhh, calm down," my brother said.

"How am I supposed to calm down if this bitch is talking shit about me?!  Fucking bitch mother fu..."

"Ana!!  Stop swearing like that!  It's unnecessary."

By this time, the policeman and the girl were staring at me, and then she started yelling all these mean things at me.  I didn't want to listen to her.  And I felt my brothers hand on my shoulder as if he were telling me that everything was going to be all right, but I don't know what came over me.  I grabbed the bottle of beer off the floor and threw it towards her.  It narrowly missed her and fell to the floor with a tremendous CRASH!!!!!!!!

"Don't talk to me like that, asshole!" I yelled, then began crying.  I cried because I was scared.  Because I didn't want to fight with her.  Because I didn't like being mean and I didn't like having problems with people.  I cried because I thought that the policeman was going to arrest me.  But you know what?  He didn't.  While my face was buried in Alex's chest, he chatted with the officer and explained that we were going home and that there wouldn't be anymore problems and that the reason I was acting like this was because we had problems at home with our parents.  The officer looked at me in the eyes and said "go home.  I don't want anymore problems out of you, Young Lady."

I said "thanks, sir," and left with my brother.

I sat in the car next to Alex and looked at him, wondering what he was thinking.  Truthfully, he really had to have been really exasperated with me.

"I'm sorry, Alex," I said.

He didnt' answer, just sat there gripping the steering wheel, his mouth closed, with a serious expression on his face.

"Thanks for helping me.."

"Ana, why did you drink?  You promised me that you weren't going to."

"Wellllll... umm... they offered me the beer and I had to accept?"  Yeah, I know, bad excuse.  But I couldn't think of anything better.

"What do you mean you had to accept them?  No way Anali.  I don't believe that, little girl."

I felt this pain in my stomach with his words.  "Well, it's just that..." I didn't know what to say.

"And it also bothers me that you weren't home when you said you'd be.  And furthermore, when I found you, you were fighting.  You almost went to jail tonight... did you know that?  If I hadn't gone after you, right now you'd be sitting with handcuffs in the back of a cop car.  Is that what you want?"

"No... but it didn't happen, so everything's okay."

"That's where you're wrong.  Everything isn't okay.  You did something really bad tonight and you should be punished."

I felt my heart stop when he said that.  "Punished?  Alex, come on, I don't need that.  Yes, I was wrong, and I didn't necessarily behave that well, but I'm not going to do it again."

"You're certainly not going to do it again.  You know why?  Because I'm going to give you a spanking that you'll never forget."

"What...?  Alex, no, please.  Don't say that."

"You lied to me.  You did exactly what I told you not to do.  How are you going to say 'no' now?  You know perfectly well that you deserve a good punishment."

He was right... but I wasn't about to tell him that.  Better if I changed tactics.  "But you can't punish me because you're not my dad."

"Oh yeah?  Guess you'll have to find out."

"Alex noooo," I pleaded.  "Don't punish me.  I told you I won't do it again.  What else can I do?"

"Nothing.  You already did what you shouldn't have done."

I folded my arms.  It wasn't fair that he was going to punish me... Alex is my brother, not my dad.  He shouldn't be so serious with me!  But I knew he was right, and that's why I didn't really say anything else.  I just looked at the trees as we passed them, and thought about my impending punishment.  Was he really going to give me a spanking?  He'd only done it once before, when I was 14 and our parents weren't around and I was super bratty and mean towards him.  But I thought that that'd be the only time he'd spank me.  Hmmph.

When we got home I didn't feel drunk anymore.  My head hurt a lot and honestly, I really didn't want to have this "talk" with my brother.

"Alex, are you sure you have to punish me?  I really have learned my lesson..."

"I already told you, hermanita," he said, getting out of the car.

I pouted as I walked towards the door.  He opened it for me and told me to have a seat.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Young Lady.  I don't understand how you could do something like this."

I looked at the floor, trying to ignore the bad feeling in my stomach.  "I'm sorry, Alex..."

"Yeah, I imagine so.  You're sorry because you know that I'm going to punish you."

"No, that's not true," I said, now looking at him so that he could see in my eyes that I really did feel bad for what I'd done.

"You knew that you shouldn't drink.  You even promised me that you weren't going to do it.  But now I see that your promises mean nothing, right?"


"I didn't say that you could speak," he said in a stern voice.  I closed my mouth.  "Your promises mean nothing, Anali, and the next time you ask if you can go to a party, I'm going to say no.  I trusted you, but you broke that.  And it'll be a long time before that trust can be repaired."

"I'm sorry..." I said again.

He didn't scold me anymore.  Just sat down on the couch and said, "come here."

Although I didn't want to, I stood up and walked slowly to his side.  "Alex, please... I promise I won't do anything like this ever again..."

"I already told you that your promises mean nothing anymore... you also promised me that you weren't going to drink but what did you do?"


He gave me a swat to my bottom.  "What did you do?" he asked again.

"I drank," I murmured, looking at the floor.

"See?" he said, and then pulled down my pants.

"But Alex... please... don't punish me like this," I pleaded.  He took my arm and put me over his lap.

"Of course I'm going to punish you like this," he responded.

I put my hand back to protect my bottom.  "Noooo please!"

"Move your hand or it'll be worse."

Crying, I moved my hand and waited.  Uffff, I felt really nervous and scared.  I really didn't want to be punished like this.

He started spanking my bottom while also scolding me.  "You're too young to start drinking like this.  Especially if you're going to do stupid shit and fight with everyone.  And, furthermore, it's illegal, and like you saw tonight, you could go to jail.  Is that what you want, Young Lady?"

"Nooooo, Alex," I said, kicking slightly.

He stopped for a second to pull down my panties.  "Good.  I understand that you're curious about going out drinking with your friends and doing 'teenager stuff,' but if you want to drink, it's better if you do it at home, okay kiddo?  That way you can see how it feels and not have to worry about anything bad happening to you.  Understood?"


He started spanking me again, and I imagine that by this time my bottom was really red.

"Ooowwwww, Alexxxx, pleaseeee I understand that I shouldn't drink!"

"Good.  And what else do you understand?"

"Ouchhh that I'm not going to break anymore promises!"

He continued spanking me, hitting both my bottom and my sit spots.  "Do you understand why I don't want you to drink?"

"Yessss because, owww, you don't want, ayyyy, anything bad to happen to me!"

He finished spanking for a moment and helped me up.  "Go to the corner, and don't rub your bottom, because we're not finished yet."

"Whattttt?" I said.

"Corner," he said, giving me a swat to the backside.

"Ouch!" I shrieked and did what he told me.  I looked at the wall, still crying and trying to regain my composure.  My head was spinning, thinking about what else was going to happen.  My bottom hurt so much already, and he told me that we still weren't finished?!  What was he going to do?  He wasn't going to spank me more... right?

After about five minutes, he called me over.  "Okay, Anali.  Come here."

I turned around and saw him standing there, taking off his belt.  I started crying again.  "Alex... not with that... pleaseee!"

"You deserve it, baby, for worrying me and doing what you had promised you wouldn't do."

"But you already punished me..."

"Put your hands on the table, Anali, and then we'll be finished."

"Yes, Alex," I said, shivering with fear.

"You worried me a lot, hermanita.  You told me that you were going to get here at one, and I waited, and waited, and then I saw it was two and you still hadn't gotten home nor called.  I thought something had happened to you.  That maybe someone had hurt you or you'd gotten in an accident."

"I didn't want to worry you, Alex."

"I know.  But you did."

With my bottom in the air, my hands on the table, I saw him fold over the belt, and then it crashed against my backside and wooooooow it hurt so much.  "Ooooowwww Alex," I yelled and reached back to cover my bottom.

"Hands in front," he said.  "On the table."  And when I didn't move them, he swatted my thigh and said, "now!"

"But it hurtssss!" I said.

So he moved my hand away himself and gave me another lash with the belt.

"I'll be gooooood!" I promised.

"Are you sure?" he said, spanking me some more.


"Good," he said after giving me maybe 12 swats.  "Okay, hermanita.  I'm finished.  You don't have to cry anymore."  He dropped the belt and gave me a big hug.

"I'm sorryyyyyy," I said, crying into his chest.

"I know, baby.  Shhhhh, don't worry.  I forgive you."

I cried and cried, rubbing my bottom and lamenting the pain that had now increased in my head (and bottom).  My brother held me in his arms until I stopped crying, and then gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "Let's go to sleep now, Anali."

"Yes," I said, drying the last of my tears and pulling up my panties.  "Goodnight, big bro."


11 June 2011

Story: Alex y Anali

My first story in Spanish... Mi primer story en español!  Es un story sobre una chica (Anali) que bebe demasiado y después se enoja con una persona en la fiesta.  Después llega su hermano (Alex) y le muestra una lección.  Muchas gracias a mis amigos por ayudarme bastante en corregir este relato!!!!! Perdon si hay errores... como saben, el español no es mi primer idioma. Espero que les guste :)

Alex y Alali
by Breanna Carter

Mi hermano Alex siempre me ha protegido. Mi primer recuerdo es de él... un día que acabábamos de llegar a Mexico. Yo tenia unos 2 o 3 años y estábamos en la calle, jugando con la pelota, cuando un niño se empezó a burlar de mi porque soy güera y no hablaba español. Recuerdo que él le dijo que no me molestara, y como lo siguió haciendo, mi hermano le pegó en la cara. Nunca me molestó después de ese día.

Bueno, Alex no es mi hermano real, es mi hermanastro, pero como nuestros padres han estado casados por mucho tiempo, parece que es mi hermano real. Anyway, el punto es que Alex me ha defendido desde que yo recuerdo. Y aunque hemos crecido, él todavía hace cualquier cosa por mi.

Cuando yo tenia 16 años, y él 20, vivimos en Miami, y el me cuidaba cuando nuestros padres tenían que viajar por su trabajo, mi mama trabaja de negocios, y mi papa trabaja para el consulado de Mexico. Recuerdo que una noche quería ir a una fiesta...

“Creo que no es buena idea,” me dijo cuando le conté de la fiesta. “Por que seguramente van a estar bebiendo alcohol, verdad?”

“Pues, si, pero yo no. No te preocupes, Alex. Soy grande ya. Me puedo cuidar.”

“Bueno, Anali, yo te tengo confianza. Nada mas prometeme que te portaras bien. No quiero que estés buscando problemas, nena, entendido?”

“Si, si, si,” le dije. “Ya dejame ir, Alex. Regreso a la 1.” Y me fui en el coche con las ventanas abajo, escuchando música. Me sentí muy bien con el aire en el cabello y cantando mis canciones favoritas. No tenia ninguna preocupación en este momento.

Cuando llegue a la fiesta, saludé a unos conocidos de la escuela y busque a mi amiga, Mary. Ella es mi mejor amiga y siempre hacemos todo juntas. “Oye, Anali! Aquí estoy!” escuché y volteé a verla con los brazos abiertos. Me abrazó y me dijo “que bueno que veniste, amiga. Me sentía muy sola sin ti.”

“Uff, si, aquí estoy, pero me vas a matar con tus abrazos.”

“Oops, sorry,” me dijo y sonrió. “Vamos por una bebida, si?” Tomó mi mano y me llevó a la sala donde había unas botellas de cerveza. “Quieres una?”

“Claro que si.” De verdad ni ella ni yo habíamos tomado cerveza antes, pero las dos teníamos curiosidad. Habíamos oído de las fiestas anteriores y como se pusieron borrachos los compañeros de clase. También yo quería tener una experiencia como ellos, pero nunca me habían invitada a una fiesta... hasta ese día.

Mary tomó dos botellas. “Salud,” le dije y empezamos de tomar.

No nos gustó el sabor de la cerveza, y después de la primera botella, ella ya no tomó mas. Sin embargo, yo si yo si seguí tomando. Mientras Mary bailaba, yo tomaba mas cervezas, y eventualmente, estaba un poquito borracha. Con la cerveza en mi sangre, empecé a bailar con mi amiga, y después con un muchacho guapo. No me fije en la hora mi amiga me dio una palmada en la espalda.

“Ana, ya debemos irnos,” me dijo Mary. “Son las 2 de la mañana y seguramente Alex debe estar muy enojado. Debimos haber llegado a la casa hace una hora.”

“No te preocupes amiga. No pasa nada.” Porque pensé así sería, pero en una fiesta de adolescentes borrachos, siempre pasa algo. Unos minutos después de asegurarle a mi amiga que todo estaría bien, una niña empezó a molestarme porque supuestamente el güey con quien yo estaba bailando era su novio.

“Hey!” me gritó. “Que haces con mi novio? Vete de aquí, puta!”

“Me estas hablando a mi?” le pregunté, acercandome a ella. “No creo que me estés hablando a mi así, niña.”

“Si te estoy hablando a ti. Y te dije que te fueras o te voy a poner en tu pinche madre.”

No me gustó que me hablara con groserías. Y aunque mi mejor amiga me dijo, “Anali, ya nos vamos. Por favor. Ignorala,” yo no pude detenerme. Le di una cachetada.

“Que me vas a hacer?” le dije.

Me miró con los ojos abiertos, sorprendida porque le había pegado. “No sabes con quien te metas,” me dijo en una voz baja.

“Tienes algun problema conmigo? Ven aquí y muestrame que tienes. Yo no te tengo miedo.”

“Uyy, Anali, por favor ya nos vamonos. No te preocupes por ella,” me rogaba Mary.

“Callate, Mary,” le dije. “Si esa zorra piensa que voy a dejar que me hable así, yo le voy a mostrar quien soy yo.”

“Tranquila, Ana...”

“Si querías problemas, ya los tienes. Vamos, niña.” En ese momento ella me empujó, y como yo estaba borracha, me caí encima de una persona.

“Anali,” me dijo una voz de hombre. Yo la reconocí... era mi hermano, pero no me importó. Estaba tan enojada y borracha, que me levanté y la empujé también y empece a pegarle.

Todos empezaron a gritar y nos golpeamos hasta que caer al piso. Alli estabamos golpeandonos, jalandonos el cabello, y dando patadas como niños de kinder. Escuché los gritos de Alex y Mary, pero no les hice caso. Seguimos peleando hasta que alguien nos dijo que llegó la policía. En este momento casi todos corrieron de la casa, aunque se quedaron unos que estaban borrachos como yo. Pero ya no había tanta gente, Alex me detuvó.

“Ana, ya basta. No es necesario que te sigas portando así.” Me hablo con calma, aunque imagino que estaba muy enojado conmigo.

“Ella empezó!” le dije, llorando. “Dile a ella que le pare!”

“Ya, nena.” Me abrazó, diciendome que no llorara y que todo iba estar bien. “Vamos afuera. Ten, toma agua.”

“No quiero agua,” le dije, pero me la dio y me llevó a la puerta. Al ir hacia afuera tome una botella de cerveza para seguir bebiendo.

Alex la vio cuando estábamos en la banqueta. “Anali, no necesitas tomar mas. Ya estas borracha.”

“No estoy borracha,” le explique.

“Uh huh. Claro que no. Damela porque ya vienen los policías.”

Vi las luces prendidas de las patrullas y dejé la cerveza en el piso. “Nos vamos?” le dije en susurro. 

“Hay que esperar a explicarles que pasó.”

“Pero me van a llevar a la cárcel.”

“No te van a llevar. Es mejor explicarles, en vez de irte, para que sepan que vas a aceptar las consecuencias.”

“Pero Alex...”

“Ya,” me dijo, y me callé, esperando a ver que dirían los policías.

“Buenas noches,” dijo el señor a mi hermano.

“Buenas noches oficial.”

“Que está pasando aquí?”

Empece de explicarle del problema cuando salió la niña a molestar otra vez. Empezó a gritar cosas de mi, diciendo que fuí yo quien le pegó y que yo le estaba haciendo daño. El policía le dijo que se callara y que despues escucharía su versión. Y no se porque, pero cuando ella empezó a hablar, me puse muy enojada. Como iba a decir mentiras de mi? Como iba a decirle al policía que yo tenia la culpa? No era cierto!

“No digas mamadas!” le grité.

“Ana, shhhh, calmate,” dijo mi hermano.

“Como me voy a calmar si esa puta esta hablando mal de mi! Hija de su perra madre...”

“Ana! Deja de decir groserías! No es necesario que hables así.”

Me estaban viendo el policía y la niña, y ella me grito unas cosas feas. Yo no querría hacerle caso. Y sentí la mano de mi hermano en el hombro como si estuviera diciendome que todo iba estar bien, pero no se que me pasó. Agarré la botella de cerveza y la arrojé cerca de ella. Cayó en el piso con un tremendo CRASH!!!!!!!

“No me hables así pendeja!” le dije y empece a llorar. Lloré porque tenia miedo. Porque no querría pelear con ella. Porque no me gusta ser grosera ni empezar problemas con los ademas. Lloré porque pensé que me iba a arrestar el policía. Pero sabes que? No lo hizo. Mientras mi cara estaba en el pecho de Alex, él platicó con el policía y le explicó que ya nos íbamos para la casa y que ya no íbamos a tener problemas y que la razón de que me portara así fue por problemas en la casa con nuestros padres. El policía me vio a la cara y me dijo “vete a tu casa. No quiero tener mas problemas contigo.”

Le dije, “gracias, señor” y me fui con mi hermano.

Me senté en el coche cerca de Alex y lo miraba con curiosidad por lo que estaría pensando. De verdad tendría que estar muy exasperado conmigo.

“Perdoname, Alex,” le dije.

No me dijo nada, solamente se quedó con las manos en el volante, su boca cerrada, y con una expresión muy serio en la cara.

“Gracias por ayudarme.”

“Ana, porque tomaste? Tu me prometiste que no lo ibas a hacer.”

“Puessss... lo que pasa es que me dieron las cervezas y las tenia que aceptar?” Si, lo se que no es buen excusa. Pero no pude pensar en algo mejor.

“Como que las tenias que aceptar? No way Analita. Eso no lo creo, niñita.”

Sentí un dolor en el estomago con sus palabras. “Pues, es que...” no sabia que decir.

“Y también me molesta mucho que no estuviste en la casa cuando dijiste. Y, ademas, te encontré peleando. Casi fuiste a la cárcel hoy... sabias eso? Si yo no hubiera ido por ti, ahora estarías con esposas atrás en la patrulla. Eso es lo que querias?”

“No... pero no pasó, entonces todo está bien.”

“Estas equivocada. Todo no está bien. Hiciste algo muy malo esta noche y deberías ser castigada.”

Sentí que mi corazón se detuvó cuando me dijo eso. “Castigada? Alex, come on, no necesito eso. Si me equivoque hoy y me porté mal pero ya no lo vuelvo a hacer.”

“Por supuesto no lo volverás a hacer. Sabes porque? Porque te voy a dar una tunda que nunca se te va a olvidar.”

“Que...? Alex, no, por favor. No digas eso.”

“Me dijiste una mentira. Hiciste exactamente lo que te dije que no hicieras. Como ahora me vas a decir que 'no'? Tu sabes perfectamente que mereces un castigo y muy fuerte.”

Era correcto... pero no le iba a decir eso. Mejor cambiar la manera de hablar. “Pero tu no me puedes castigar porque no eres mi papa.”

“Ah si? Ya veras entonces.”

“Alex noooo,” le rogué. “no me castigues. Ya te dije que no vuelvo a hacerlo. Que mas puedo hacer?”

“Nada. Ya hiciste lo que no tenias que hacer.”

Cruce los brazos. No era justo que me fuera a castigar... Alex es mi hermano, no es mi papa para ser tan serio conmigo. Pero sabia que tenia razón, y por eso ya no le dije nada. Nada mas mire los arboles que pasábamos, y pensé en lo que iba a pasar con el. De verdad me iba a dar una zurra? Nada mas lo había hecho una vez antes, cuando yo tenia 14 y no estaban nuestros papas y me porte grosera con el. Pero pensé que esa vez iba a ser la única vez. Hmmph.

Cuando llegamos a la casa ya no me sentía borracha. Me dolía mucho la cabeza y de verdad, no quería tener esa “conversación” con mi hermano.

“Alex, estas seguro que me tienes que castigar? Ya aprendí...”

“Ya te dije, hermanita,” me dijo, bajando del coche.

Hice puchero mientras caminaba a la puerta. Alex la abrió para mi y me dijo que me sentara en el sillón. 

“Me tienes muy decepcionado hoy, señorita. No entiendo como pudiste hacer algo asi.”

Baje la cabeza, tratando de ignorar la sensación desagradable en el estomago. “Lo siento, Alex...”

“Si, me imagino que si. Lo sientes porque sabes que te voy a castigar.”

“No, no es cierto,” le dije, ahora mirandolo para que pudiera ver en los ojos que de verdad me sentía mal por lo que había hecho..

“Tu sabias perfectamente que no debías beber. Hasta me prometiste que no lo ibas a hacer. Pero ya veo que tus promesas no valen nada, verdad?”


“No te dije que podías hablar,” me dijo con una voz severa. Cerré la boca. “Tus promesas no valen nada, Anali, y la próxima vez que te esté cuidando y me preguntas si puedes ir a una fiesta, te voy a decir que no. Te tenía confianza, pero ahora ya no. Y va a pasar mucho tiempo para que pueda volver a confiar en ti.”

“Lo siento...” dije otra vez.

Ya no me regañó mas. Se sentó en la sofa y me dijo “ven aquí.”

Aunque no quería, me levante y fui despacio a su lado. “Alex, por favor... te prometo que ya no vuelvo a hacer algo así...”

“Ya te dije que tus promesas no valen... también me prometiste que no ibas a tomar pero que hiciste?”


Me dio una palmada en las nalgas. “Que hiciste?” me preguntó otra vez.

“Tomé,” le dije murmurando y viendo hacia el piso.

“Ya ves?” Dijo, y después bajó mis pantalones. 

“Pero Alex... please... por fa... no me castigues asiiiii,” le rogué. Tomó mi brazo y me puso sobre las rodillas. 

“Claro que te voy a castigar asi,” me respondió. 

Puse mi mano atras para proteger mis nalgas. “Noooo por favor!”

“Ya quita la mano o te va a ir peor.”

Llorando, quité mi mano y esperé. Ufff, me sentía nerviosa y tenia miedo. No quería un castigo así...

Empezó a pegarme en las nalgas, y al mismo tiempo me regañaba. “Eres muy joven para empezar de tomar así. Especialmente si vas hacer pendejadas y pelear con todos. Y ademas, es ilegal, y como viste hoy, podrias ir a la carcel. Es lo que quieres, señorita?”

“Noooo, Alex,” le dije pataleando.

Se detuvo un segundo nada mas, para bajar mis calzones. “Bueno. Yo entiendo que tienes curiosidad de tomar y andar con los amigos haciendo lo que hacen los teenagers, pero si quieres tomar, mejor que tomes en la casa, niñita, entiendes? Así veras como se siente el alcohol y no te va a pasar algo malo. Entendido?”


Y empezó de nuevo a pegarme, y me imaginé que las nalgas ya estaban muy rojitas.

“Ooowwww, Alexxxx, ya entendí bien que no debo tomarrrrr!”

“Que bueno. Y que mas entiendes?”

“Ouchhh que ya no voy a romper una promesa!”

Siguió con la zurra, pegandome en todas las partes de las nalgas. “Entiendes por que no quiero que tomes?”

“Si porque, oww, no quieres que, ayyy, me pase algo malo!”

Terminó de pegarme... o fue lo que pensé. Me ayudó levantarme. “Ve al rincón, y no te toques, porque todavía no terminamos.”

“Queeee?” le dije.

“Al rincón,” me dijo, dandome otra palmada.

“Ouch!” grité e hice lo que me dijo. Veía la pared, todavía llorando y tratando de secar las lagrimas. Mi cabeza estaba dando vueltas, pensando en que mas me iba a pasar. Ya me dolían bastante las nalgas, y me había dicho que todavía no terminamos! Que iba a hacer? Seguramente no me iba a pegar mas...?

Después de unos 5 minutos, me llamó. “Ok, Anali, ven aquí.”

Volteé y lo vi, parado, quitándose el cinturón. Empecé a llorar otra vez. “Alex... con eso no por favor...”

“Lo mereces, nena, por preocuparme y hacer lo que me habías prometido que no ibas a hacer.”

“Pero ya me castigaste...”

“Pon las manos en la mesa, Analita, y ya después terminamos.”

“Si, Alex,” le dije, temblando de miedo. 

“Me preocupaste muchísimo, hermanita. Me dijiste que ibas a llegar a la una, ero paso esa hora, y después eran las dos, y todavía no habías llegado ni habías llamado ni nada. Pensé que algo te había pasado. Que quizás alguien te había lastimado o que tuviste un accidente.”

“No te quería preocupar, Alex.”

“Lo se. Pero lo hiciste.”

Con mis nalgas arriba, las manos en la mesa, vi que dobló el cinturón, y después me pegó y wooooow me dolió bastante. “Oooowwwww Alex,” grité y puse las manos en mis nalgas.

“Las manos enfrente,” me dijo. “En la mesa.” Y cuando no las moví, pegó mi pierna y dijo “ya!”

“Pero me dueleeee!” le dije.

Entonces el me quitó la mano y me dio otro azote. 

“Ya me portaré biennnnn!!!” le prometí.

“Segura?” me preguntó, dándome más con el cinturón.


“Bueno,” dijo, después de darme unos doce azotes. “Ya, hermanita. Ya terminamos. Ya no llores.” Soltó el cinturón y me abrazó muy fuerte. 

“Lo sientoooo,” le dije, llorando en su pecho.

“Lo se, nena. Shhhh, no te preocupes. Te perdono.”

Lloré y lloré, masajeando las nalgas y lamentando el dolor que ya aumentó en la cabeza (y las nalgas..). Me tuvo en los brazos mi hermano hasta que ya no lloraba, y me dio un beso en la mejilla. “Ya a dormir, Anali.”

“Si,” le dije, secando las ultimas lagrimas y subiendo las calzones. “Buenas noches, hermano.”

“Buenas noches, hermanita.”

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