Spanked by Her Brother Book 4!

Spanked by Her Brother: Book 4 (Terrence/Brianna) can now be found on LSF Publications!  (Missed the first three books?  No worries!  Find them here: Breanna Carter's ebooks)

Continued thanks to all of the purchasers, reviewers, and inspirers :)  Your kind words and actions are truly appreciated!

Book 3 Now Available!

Spanked by Her Brother: Book 3 (Terrence/Brianna) can now be found on LSF Publications!  (Missed the first two books?  No worries!  Find them here: Breanna Carter's ebooks)

A special thank you to all of the purchasers, reviewers, and inspirers :)  Your kind words and actions are truly appreciated!

Spanked By Her Brother Book 2!

Spanked by Her Brother: Book 2 (Terrence/Brianna) can now be found on LSF Publications!  (Missed the first book?  No worries!  Find it here: Spanked by Her Brother: Book 1)

A special thank you to all of the purchasers, reviewers, and inspirers :)  Your kind words and actions are truly appreciated!

Ebook!!!!

Well, it's not a new story or anything, but as a belated 4/20 and birthday present for myself, here's the first installment of the Terrence/Brianna series on ebook!  Check out Spanked by her Brother on LSF Publications, and leave a nice review if you don't mind :)  And most of all, enjoy!

Story: Temper Tantrum

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  You can always count on Brianna to have a good temper tantrum every so often.  She and Terrence have different views about what she should do for college, and it turns into such a horrible fight that Bri takes off to Ana's, crying her eyes out.  She is greeted, instead, by Ashton who teaches her a lesson she'll never forget.  Okay, maybe she will forget it, but it sounded good anyway!

Temper Tantrum
by Breanna Carter

After our trip to Mexico, I was obsessed with going to school in Guanajuato, where Alex would be going. I researched the university on the internet, bought a Spanish workbook to teach myself the language, and emailed Alex hopeful messages that I would be in Mexico by the fall. Terrence didn’t know anything about this… he knew that I was interested in going to Mexico, and that I’d considered going to college down there, but he had his heart set on me going to a private liberal arts college in the town we lived in. I, however, was not going to that school.

I came home from Ana’s house one Saturday evening to find Terrence sitting on the sofa, more elated than I’d seen him since he’d decided to get married.

Raising my eyebrows, I said, “what’s up with you?”

He smiled and shoved an envelope in my hands. It was from the school that he wanted me to go to.

“Oh,” I said, my voice solemn. I looked at the unopened letter, wondering what the contents would reveal. It was either an acceptance letter, or a rejection letter, and part of me really hoped that it was the latter. It would be a lot easier to convince Terrence to let me study in Mexico if I didn’t have a school in town waiting for me.

“Well? Open it!” he said, a little too excited for his own good.

Biting my lower lip, I tore the envelope open, subconsciously wishing for rejection (hey, there’s a first time for everything!). The letter fell out, revealing not only that I’d been accepted, but I’d also received a soccer scholarship that paid for the majority of my college expenses. Wow. I glanced up at Terrence, my heart skipping a beat.

“What’s it say?” he asked, reminding me of Ana on the airplane just weeks earlier wanting to know what Alex had said in the letter he’d written me.

I handed the letter to him, slumping down on the couch, wondering what to do. How would I ever convince him to let me move to Mexico now?

“This is great, Brianna!” he said, after reading the letter, playfully punching me on the shoulder and grinning wildly. Then he stopped, realizing that I was kind of bummed. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.

I shrugged. “I dunno… I really kinda wanted to go to school in Mexico…” I said honestly. I’d given up on lying to Terrence after our last lying fiasco.

My brother chuckled slightly. “Really? Mexico? Why?”

I looked at him, wondering why he found this so amusing. “Because that’s where I want to go,” I said, probably cocking a little too much attitude for my own good.

“Brianna, you can’t go to school in Mexico,” he said, still seeming slightly entertained by the idea.

“Why not?” I asked, standing up now and becoming angrier by the moment.

“Because that’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard come from your mouth. You don’t speak Spanish, you don’t know anyone in Mexico, and how would you get your stuff down there? Where would you live? How would you pay for all of that?”

“I can learn Spanish and I know Alex!” I claimed. “And I’m going to go to school in Mexico and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

Terrence shook his head. “You can’t be serious.”

“Watch me,” I muttered and walked off to my room, locking the door behind me. Why couldn’t he just be on my side? Why couldn’t he take me seriously? Why was this all a joke to him?

I punched my pillow a couple of times and then flopped myself on my bed, glaring angrily at the ceiling. This totally wasn’t fair. But I could only dwell on it in my room for so long… so I decided to grab my soccer ball and kick it around for a little while to let out some aggression. Then Terrence would know I was serious.

We didn’t talk about it again for a long time. I didn’t bother mentioning it to him because I didn’t want to fight. And besides, it’d be better if I had a plan. So I requested information from the university in Guanajuato, and began looking at visa information so that I could get Mexico’s equivalent to our green card. I decided while I was requesting information that I should go ahead and request info from the Mexican Consulate. Then I realized that I could just go to Dallas and fill out all the paperwork.

I called Ana. “Roadtrip to Dallas?” I asked.

“What? Is there a concert or something?”

I giggled. “Not exactly, although I bet I could find one. I want to go to the Mexican Consulate up there and fill out the paperwork to get a visa.”

“Oooh, so you’re going to do it without telling Terrence?” she wanted to know. I could hear her door shutting, and I was picturing her hiding herself in her room to gossip with me about the trouble I was going to get myself into.

“Yeah, of course I am. I’m eighteen now, so it doesn’t matter what he says. I can do whatever I want,” I said, pausing before adding, “so you wanna go with?”

I could hear her smiling. “Of course I wanna go with! When do you wanna go?”

I pondered that for a moment. Skipping school would be a bad idea, because undoubtedly I’d get caught and in loads of trouble… been there, done that. When was the next holiday? Good Friday… but they would probably be closed on Good Friday… Maybe we’d have to go with the skipping school idea… or maybe I’d just have to wait until Memorial Day. “I dunno. Whenever. I just want to make sure I can get a visa. I have to study in Mexico, Ana. You don’t understand.”

Anastasia giggled. “You’re in lo-ove!” she teased. “Miss Cynic has been broken!”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

“Hehe, I just love teasing you about it. But yeah, I’m up for a roadtrip. Just let me know, k?”

So my plan was beginning to unfold. I would apply to the school, and upon acceptance, apply for my visa. Alex offered for us to rent an apartment together, which was only about 800 pesos a month, or 80 American dollars. He also told me that I would be able to get a job at one of the local clubs working nights and weekends. That, along with money I would be saving, would be able to hold me over. I could do it.

Terrence, however, almost flipped out when he saw the information I’d requested from the university. “Brianna, do you not realize that we don’t have the money for you to do this? Are you just not thinking about it? Where are you going to live? How are you going to pay for rent? How are you going to buy food?”

“I already…” I began, but was abruptly cut off.

“And it’s dangerous! Mexico is a very dangerous and corrupt country. Have you even considered that? Have you even looked into it?” These were obviously rhetorical questions, so I just glared at him and let him continue his tirade. “I don’t know where you’re getting these ideas that you’re going to move to another country to study. You have a full paid scholarship to go to a great school here in town. And you’re going to give that up, what, to go shack up with some guy in Mexico?”

That statement did more than anger me… it hurt. Hurt a lot. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I snapped.

“Well then explain to me why you came up with this great idea to go to school in Mexico.”

“Because I WANT to, Terrence. Because I hate this fucking town, I hate this fucking state, and I hate this fucking country. I don’t want to be here anymore, and I certainly don’t want to live in this fucking house for another four years of my life. I’m eighteen years old and it’s time for me to get my own life. Can’t you see that?”

He was a bit shocked at my tone of voice and the type of language that I’d used with him, and I was sort of surprised that he didn’t slap me for saying those things. “Brianna, I realize that you’re eighteen and ready to move on. But you can live on campus here in town and it’ll be just like going away to school…”

“I don’t WANT to go there! What part of that do you not understand?”

“Well then I’d be happy to look into some other colleges with you. But you’re not going to Mexico.”

“I *am* going to Mexico. I don’t care what you say.”

He groaned exasperatedly. “So you’re just going to fuck up your life, huh?” he asked. “You’re going to fuck up your life for some kid in Mexico. Seriously. That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard of.”

There he went again, blaming my wanting to move on Alex, when really only about 10% of the reason I wanted to go was for him. Instead of explaining that to him, though, I threw a tantrum. “GODDAMMIT!” I shouted, pushing the lamp off of the end table. “I’M NOT GOING FOR A FUCKING BOY!” I took the phone book off of the coffee table and threw it across the room.

“Brianna Nicole!” Terrence yelled, grabbing me by the arm.

I pulled away. “LEAVE ME ALONE! FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!” I said, tears streaming down my face. I turned the coffee table over, grabbed my keys, and looked him dead in the eyes. “I hope I don’t make it back home,” then left, slamming the door behind me.

By the time I was at my car, I was sobbing. I couldn’t even breathe because I was crying so hard. Terrence had come outside to tell me to come back, but I sped off, screeching my tires without even meaning to. I made it to Ana’s house in record time, tears still streaming down my face and my eyes red and puffy. I pounded on the door, wanting nothing more than for someone to be on my side. I wasn’t even sure if Ana would understand, but at least she wouldn’t criticize me like my own brother had.

Ashton pushed the door open. Instantly, a look of worry spread across his face. “Brianna…?”

“I need to see Ana.”

He pulled me inside. “She’s not home, Bri. What happened? What’s wrong?”

I began crying again. “Me and Terrence got into a fight,” I choked out between sobs, falling into his arms. He closed the door behind us and lead me to the couch where we sat down and he held me close.

“What happened, Bri? What’d you fight about? It’s okay, little one. I’m here. Talk to me.”

I took a deep breath in to help make the crying go away. I sniffled, then wiped my eyes. “He was just really mean to me,” I said finally.

He raised his eyebrows and tucked a lock of hair behind my ears. “Continue,” he urged on.

I finally just spit out everything that’d happened… I wanted to sugarcoat what I’d said to my brother, but I couldn’t -- I could never lie to Ashton. He could see right through me… and besides, I felt kinda guilty about what I’d done.

Ashton didn’t interrupt. He listened to me until I looked up at him with pathetic eyes, wondering what to do now.

“Oh, Brianna, what are we going to do with you?” he asked, hugging me slightly. “You have to *talk* to Terrence. How’s he ever going to understand your point of view if you hide everything from him and then when he approaches you about it you just yell and throw stuff? That’s not cool.”

I pouted. “But he wasn’t nice to me either!”

“He’s on the defensive. How did you feel when he just randomly told you about how he was going to get married?” I was about to answer, but Ashton stopped me. “Now think about how he feels when you randomly tell him you’re going to move to Mexico -- miles away from home -- and that you’re planning on living with a guy that Terrence hasn’t even ever met. And you both know that your money situation isn’t the best… so what if something happens to you while you’re down there? It’s not like he has the money lying around to fly to Mexico.” He paused. “He just wants you to think about everything before you go. He doesn’t want you to make a hasty and ignorant decision.”

I didn’t like that Ashton was taking my brother’s side, but what could I have expected? He’s a stupid older brother, too, so of course he was going to take Terrence’s side. “Whatever, Ashton, you’re just like him,” I said, pushing away from him.

Ashton pulled me back towards him and looked me in the eyes. “I’m not taking his side,” he said, staring at me so deeply that it made my stomach churn. “I’m talking to you rationally and calmly, and I expect you to do the same with me, do you understand?”

I hmphed and folded my arms.

“Someone needs an attitude adjustment.”

“No one’s on my side, Ashton. It’s not fair.”

“We’re all on your side. That’s why we’re worried about you. Do you not see that?”

“Whatever,” I said.

“Say that one more time and I’m taking you over my knee, Young Lady,” he said sternly, causing me to shiver a little.

“Then no, I don’t see that. All I see is everyone trying to run my life for me, and I’m ready to run my own life. I’m sick of being treated like a child. I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m too stupid to make my own decisions.”

“The way you’re acting right now, I can see why someone would treat you like a child -- you’re acting like a bratty 12 year old when she doesn’t get her way.” He paused. “If you want Terrence to treat you like an adult, then you have to act like one. First you have to see where he’s coming from… he’s worried about you. He wants the best for you. He doesn’t want you to screw up your life. Then you have to think seriously about that, and you have to look at all aspects of moving so far away. You do have to consider what he’s talking about… the money, a place to stay, safety, what’s going to happen if you and Alex get into a fight. You have to weigh everything out. Then talk to him about it rationally. Tell him your plan.”

That sounded like way too much to do. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Ashton was making perfect sense, but it was all too complicated and I didn’t want to do all of that. So I told him.

“Well, then you’ll keep being treated like a child,” he concluded.

“I’m going to Mexico anyway,” I told him. “I don’t care what anybody else says.”

“That’s very irresponsible and childish of you.”

“Whatever.” Oops…

Ashton didn’t take his time in pulling me over his knee.

“Wait, Ashton! I didn’t mean that, it slipped out.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it did,” he said, flipping up my skirt and tugging my panties down to my knees. “I’m sick of your attitude, though, and I’m sure Terrence is, too. After the way you’ve been acting today, this is the least of what you deserve.” He began raining down smacks on my upturned bare bottom.

“Owwww, Ashton! Please! Stop!”

“I’m not stopping until that attitude of yours is gone. I don’t care if I’m here spanking you all night.”

“Ashtonnn,” I begged, kicking my legs and reaching back to block the smacks, to which he grabbed my wrist and pinned it against the small of my back.

His ears seemed deaf to my pleas. “You’ve been very disrespectful and bratty since before you walked in that door, Brianna Nicole, and I’m not putting up with it. If you’re going to act like a child, then I’ll treat you like one.” He paused, increasing the speed and intensity of the smacks. “You’re eighteen years old, Young Lady, it shouldn’t take spanking you to get through to you. We should be able to talk like rational adults, shouldn’t we, Brianna Nicole Carter?”

“Yessss owwww Ashton! Please no more!”

“You haven’t learned your lesson yet,” Ashton said.

“I have!” I promised him, crying out in pain and knowing that my backside was already reddening. “Please I’ve learned my lesson!”

“What have you learned, then?”

I whined and tried to think of what he wanted me to say. “I’ve learned to stop being so bratty.”

He began spanking harder. “You’ve got a long ways to go with this spanking,” he said.

I didn’t like the sound of that… my bottom was already throbbing and I just wanted him to stop already -- it wasn’t fair that he was spanking me! After all, it was me that everyone was against… why couldn’t he just understand and accept my point of view?

“I can’t believe you,” he lectured. “Throwing tantrums like a three year old just because you don’t get your way. And then coming over here and acting the way you did. I was trying to be calm and rational with you, but you still insisted on acting like a child.”

“Owwww please, Ashton. I’m sorry,” I wailed.

“You’re sorry that you’re getting spanked,” he answered.

Well, he was kind of right… that really was the only thing I was sorry about at the moment…

He let go of my wrist and lifted me up for a minute. He looked me straight in the eyes. “I want you to get into that corner and think about what you’ve done. Not only the way you talked to and disrespected your brother, but also the way that you disrespected me. And I want you to think about what you could’ve done differently. I know that Terrence isn’t always in the right, and it’s unrealistic to think that someone is going to always be right, including you, Young Lady. So I want you to think about how you can deal with him when he’s in the wrong.” Ashton then walked me to the corner and planted my nose in it. “Hands behind your back… no rubbing,” he ordered, and walked away.

I leaned my head against the wall. This all really sucked. I hated standing in the corner like I was an eight year old. Gah. He was really treating me like a kid! This totally wasn’t fair. Such boredom, staring at the nicely painted wall.

So what could I have done differently? How could I have reacted when Terrence had flipped out on me? I guess I could’ve stayed calm and explained to him why I wanted to move. Or I could’ve just sat down and talked to him about it from day one instead of hiding it from him and avoiding the conversation. I could’ve been more open to his ideas and suggestions… but he was yelling them at me and being stupid. I guess I could’ve talked to him about that, too. I could’ve just tried harder. And I could’ve been a little nicer to Ashton, who was just trying to help. Ugh, I guess the corner time was pretty effective, because by the time Ashton came back I felt really small, and was actually somewhat remorseful for what I’d done.

“Come here, Brianna,” he ordered, and I turned around to see him sitting on the couch, brush in hand.

Oh God, not that…

“Well? What’d you decide?” he asked.

I bit my lower lip and told him of my thought processes. He nodded every so often, agreeing with everything that I’d said. “Terrence was wrong for getting so upset with you, but you were also wrong in the way you retaliated, Brianna.”

I nodded. “I know. I feel bad about it now.”

“When we get finished here, I want you to go back home and have an actual conversation with him. I want you to sit him down and tell him to give you a few minutes to speak without interrupting you. And I want you to apologize for what you said, and then I want you to explain how you feel to him, understood?”

I whined a little. Talking with Terrence was the last thing I wanted to do. Not that it mattered -- even if Ashton hadn’t ordered me to do it, I’m sure Terrence would’ve wanted to talk to me anyway.

“Come on, little one, get back over my knee,” he said. “I told you what would happen if you said ‘whatever’ to me again, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” I murmured, and lay back over his knee. I braced myself, wishing in that moment that I was anywhere but in my current position.

“Drop the attitude, got it?”

I nodded, feeling the first blow with the hairbrush. I yelped, bracing myself for the next swats, crying out as each smack bit into my flesh. He peppered my cheeks, covering my entire bottom with quick and sharp swats. I was kicking and squirming like crazy.

“Oooowwww Ashton… I’m sorrrrrrryyyyy!” I yelped, kicking my legs up so that he’d stop spanking me.

He pushed my feet back down and said, “stop kicking,” then continued the spanking.

“But it hurtssssss.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll remember this next time I give you a warning… and the next time that you want to get an attitude.” He continued the spanking, slightly harder and faster than before, hitting my sit spots and occasionally my thighs. “Are you starting to learn your lesson?”

“Yesssssssss,” I howled, now crying into the cushions as I reached my hand back to block. He didn’t miss a beat in pinning my hand back, and just kept raining down the smacks.

“You’re too old to be acting like this,” he scolded.

Tears were now streaming down my face as I yelled, “I knowwwwwwwww, I’m sorry!” My backside had to be dark red by this point… it hurt so badly!!

He landed a few final swats to my sit spots and thighs, then sat the brush down on the couch next to him. He let go of my hand and rubbed my back as I cried everything out.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” Ashton said, lifting me up and holding me tightly. “Shhh, it’s over now.” He stroked my hair softly, allowing my tears to stain his shirt.

“I’m s-sorry,” I stammered.

“I know,” he said. “I know you are. Now you just need to talk to Terrence. And everything will work out, I promise.”

I smiled in spite of everything, wiping my tears away and steadying my breathing. “Are you sure everything will work out?”

He nodded. He lifted me off of his lap and patted my bottom. I pulled my panties back up and let him embrace me tightly. “This time you’re going to actually talk to Terrence, right?”

“Yes, I am. I promise. It’s not like he’d let me go without talking to him anyway.”

Ashton smiled and ruffled my hair. “Good girl,” he said. “Now get going. I bet he’s worried sick about you.”

I stalked out of his house and saw that my cell phone had ten missed calls and three new voicemails when I got inside my car. All from Terrence I’m sure. I called him back and let him know that I was alive, that I was sorry, and that I was coming home so we could talk. It would make my evening longer than it’d already been, but hopefully it’d be worth it in the long run. Besides, I’d already promised Ashton that I’d do it, so now I really had to.

Story: No Pain, No Game

Part of the Terrence/Brianna series.  The trip to Mexico is ending and the girls go back home.

No Pain, No game
by Breanna Carter

"Told you that it wasn't any good to lie," Alex scolded us Friday afternoon after practice.

"Stop rubbing it in," I whined, lying down in the grass and drinking some water. I'd just ran two miles, and here Alex was fussing at me. "I know it was a bad idea, but it's too late now."

"What'd he do anyway?"

I blushed. "Nothing," I lied.

"Ah, mentirosa," he said, shaking his head at me.

"I am not a liar!" I claimed, propping myself up on my elbows. "Okay, maybe I am," I admitted after catching his gaze. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, obviously he didn't do anything too terrible because you're still here." He paused. "Ah... he hit you?" he asked.

My face must have been as red as a firetruck... "Something like that."

"Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not!!" I squealed and rolled over on my stomach to hide my face.

He chuckled and rolled me back over, kissing me on the cheek. Gah, I was turning into what I *hated*! Stupid love.

That night we had a soccer game against the school from Ireland. Alex had told us prior to the actual game that it'd be an easy win, and like always, he was right. They were no match for us. Because we kick ass.

After going back to Lizbeth's house to shower and change, Mr. Hernandez told us it would be okay to go out since it was Friday night, and we told him the truth this time, that we were going with Alex and Raoul and we'd be back by two, and would probably only go to the Kumbala bar and perhaps a couple of clubs.

The rest of the week seemed to breeze past us. After having a partyful weekend with a couple of games mixed in, we spent the weekdays after practicing our asses off. We'd made it past the first few elimination rounds and the teams were getting better and better. Not only that, but they were tougher, as in, they'd do nearly anything to win! It was stressful practicing all the time, and sometimes we wanted to give up, but we had enough people pumping us up to where we didn't quit. We couldn't quit. Not with our team. We had too much positive reinforcement to quit.

It was the Wednesday night before we'd leave and we were up in one of the final games. By Friday, we'd know who the champions were, and Saturday morning we were leaving. We were playing against a Columbian team, who had been doing really well. In fact, so well that they'd won all of their games. Of course this scared the hell out of us... but we were still confident.

We were doing pretty well, keeping the ball pretty much in the middle of the field, our defense blocking them from scoring. The problem was that their defense was just as good as ours, so we were kept from scoring as well. It was the third quarter before anyone scored anything and unfortuantely, it was them. Then they scored again. Our hopes were down, but we kept the peptalking up... Then, as if we hadn't had enough bad luck already, someone unintentionally slammed into Ana, causing her to plummet to the ground. There was only a couple of seconds left in the game, so she shook it off saying that she was fine, though most of us doubted it because she wasn't standing right. It didn't take long, however, to prove that she wasn't okay. She collapsed as the buzzer went off announcing the end of the game.

Now, I'm a fairly nice person when it comes to winning games. Yeah, I get pissed when we lose, but I'll at least say good job to everyone, including the other team. I was so worried about Ana, though, that it was the only thing on my mind.

"Ana?!?" I yelled, dropping to my knees. "Ana? Are you okay?"

"No," she whined, and I could see the tears forming. "It hurts."

"Just take it easy, babe. You're okay, you're okay," I assured her.

My teammates started to gather around me. "My leg.. it hurts. Oh Bri... it hurts... I can't see..."

"Calm down, Ana... you're okay," I promised her. My voice was starting to panic as I told Coach we needed an ambulance. They hauled my friend off of the field on a stretcher and I was close by, trying not to cry.

"Bri? What happened?" Alex asked.

"I don't know," I wailed. "She's hurt.."

Alex began talking to the ambulance man in rapid Spanish, so much that it confused me. I didn't care though. I was only caring about Ana.

"Bri... she'll be okay. I'll be up there soon, okay?"

I nodded, plopping down on a seat in the ambulance. I buried my head in my hands.

"I'm okay," Ana assured me, seeing that I was the one going crazy. "I'm going to be okay, Bri. You're scaring me."

"Sorry. I can't help it. I'm worried... and dammit, we'll NEVER be able to win without you!"

"Gah, I'm glad you're concerned about me!" she said sarcastically, mustering up a grin.

I grinned back.

"I think it's broken... but that's it. I'll be better soon."

I nodded. "You'll be okay," I assured us both, holding her hand to help ease the pain.

She was right when she said it was broken... the doc agreed and showed her the xray explaining it to us in broken English. He was a really nice guy. Coach and the rest of the team was at the hospital waiting for us when we got there, as was Mr. Hernandez and Lizbeth. When we all found out that Ana was okay, people started leaving and wishing her well. The doc wanted to keep her overnight to make sure that everything else was okay.

"I'm going to stay with you, Ana," I announced.

"Please do.. I don't want to be left up here alone... I'd go crazy cause I can't understand anything anyone says!"

"Haha... No sabes Espanol?"

"Talk to me in English, dammit!"

"No hablo Ingles."

"Shut up," she said, throwing a pillow at me.

I giggled and threw it back.

Mr. Hernandez and Lizbeth came in seconds later. "Your coach said that you were planning on staying with Ana tonight?" he asked.

"Yes. Is that okay?"

"That's fine," he said, and smiled, patting Ana on the shoulder. "Do you girls need anything? We'll bring you some clothes tomorrow when we pick you up."

"I'm fine," Ana told him.

"Me, too. Thanks so much for everything. You guys are the best."

They both smiled and Lizbeth hugged me, then Ana. Mr. Hernandez squeezed Ana's shoulder. "We're out of here then." He looked at Lizbeth. "Como se dice? Get well soon?"

Lizbeth smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Get well soon, Ana. We'll see you tomorrow."

We said our byes to our host family and watched the Spanish MTV for a little while because it was about the only thing we could stand. We talked for what seemed like the longest time... talked about everything, like we always do. Mostly about Mexico, though. About how I loved it and Alex was so much fun to be with and she liked Raoul and if she lived in Mexico she'd definitely hook up with him. Then she expressed her hatred for the Spanish language and we talked about the difference in women's roles in Mexico and America. I was about to mention how much I loved the Spanish music when there was a slight knock on the door and it swung open, Alex and Raoul appearing.

"Aye, she is alive!" Alex said, kissing her on the cheek and handing her a card. He plopped down next to me, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

Raoul leaned over and gave Ana a kiss as well, handing her some flowers and a stuffed animal. "I figured you'd need something to snuggle with since we couldn't go out tonight."

She giggled. "Thanks," she told them both, opening up the card.

"It's in Spanish... I thought you'd appreciate it," Alex told her.

She rolled her eyes at him and opened the card. "So what does it say?"

He handed her a dictionary and laughed. She threw it at him. "Gah, I'm in so much pain and you're not nice to me," she said.

"Do you want me to kick his ass for you?" Raoul asked.

"Si!" she said, sticking her tongue out at Alex.

"So how are you feeling anyway?" Alex asked.

"Great until you got here," she teased.

They joked around for the rest of the evening, Raoul taking up for her and the boys goofing off. A couple of times the nurse came in to tell us to settle down, but I don't think she cared much. Raoul and Alex were too cute for anyone to be too angry with.

"Do you need anything, Ana?" Raoul asked her. He was sitting at the foot of her bed, hands entwined in hers.

"I think I'll be okay," she answered.

He said something to Alex in Spanish to which Alex replied back in Spanish.

Ana just sighed heavily. "What have I told you about speaking in ENGLISH."

Alex just kept talking in Spanish. "Just kidding!" he told her. "Geeze, lighten up."

I snuggled closer to Alex.

"What the hell are you watching anyway? MTV? Fuck MTV."

"Hey! I happen to like it," I said.

"You would," he said, smiling at me and kissing my forehead.

"Besides, what else are we going to watch?" Ana asked.

"If you'd learn Spanish, you wouldn't have any problems."

She sighed. "Bri! Next year we BETTER go to a damn English-speaking country!"

I nodded. "That's right."

Alex and Raoul must have stayed until after midnight because both Ana and I were drifting off to sleep. It'd been an extra long day to begin with, and having a broken leg just added to the stress. For both of us, even if it was only her with the broken leg. The boys must have noticed this because they announced their departure, much to our sadness.

"We'll see you tomorrow, okay? You need your sleep, team captain, and Spanish-speaker."

"Shut UP," Ana said sleepily, yawning. Raoul stood up and kissed Ana passionately, as did Alex for me. Then Raoul gave me a hug and Alex one for Ana.

"Que te mejores pronto," he told her.

"Blah blah blah blah blah..." she answered.

"Get well soon," Raoul translated.

Alex giggled and waved goodbye, then they disappeared and each of us fell asleep to the sound of Spanish music with thoughts of hott Latinos prancing in our minds.

As promised, Ana got out of the hospital the next day. Unfortuantely, she wouldn't be able to play on the team for a while and she was a great asset. We didn't do too badly, though. Thursday we lost our game, though we won on Friday. We ended up placing third, which was the coolest thing ever because it was out of the whole *world*! To celebrate our victories, Coach took us out to a nice dinner on Friday night and most of us decided to make our last night Mexico very memorable. All of the seniors and a couple of juniors decided that we wanted to go out and party and our families were okay with it, as long as some guys went with us. Of course Alex and Raoul went, but so did some other guys. We partied so hard... Most of the girls got drunk, even though it was against the rules, and we ended up staying out until after 3. Mr. Hernandez had told us to stay out as long as we'd like, just to let him know when we got home.

When I say we stayed out til 3, I actually mean we clubbed until about then. The other girls went home afterwards because most of them could barely walk, but the four of us didn't. We walked around downtown for a little while, carrying on a conversation, more serious than usual, and then broke away from Ana and Raoul for a while, promising to meet at the car in about fifteen minutes.

"Brianna.. I've had a lot of fun with you being here."

A smile spread across my face. "I've had fun being here with you."

Gah we were so cheesy. "Do you know where you're going to University yet?"

"Anywhere that'll accept me and give me scholarships."

"I've already applied at the University of Guanajuato and got accepted... and I'm sort of obligated to go at least for my first year. I want to go to America... Quiero estar contigo."

That meant I want to be with you... And that was totally not what I was expecting. "I don't know enough Spanish to go to school in Mexico, or I'd go with you."

"I'm going to give you my address tomorrow, and I want you to give me yours, too. We're going to keep in touch, okay? I want to know how things are going at home, and at school. I want to talk to you after you leave. I like the way I feel when I'm around you."

I must have been blushing like crazy. "Me too."

"So promise me you'll keep in touch? And when you get the internet you'll email me?"

"Promise," I said.

He embraced me tightly and we kept walking, hand in hand. By the time we made it back to the car, Ana was already there with Raoul.

"Took ya long enough," Ana said, playfully glaring at Alex.

"Shut up," he answered. "You're just jealous 'cause you didn't get to spend the time with me."

"You wish."

He unlocked the doors and I scooted in next to Ana instead of sitting in the front. At that time I wished that I spoke a different language that the guys couldn't understand because I wanted to tell her everything! My heart was racing.

"I have something to tell you when we get home!" I whispered.

The guys were talking in Spanish.

"He likes you a lot?!?" she whispered back.

I nodded.

"STOP talking about us in Spanish, dammit! You could at least wait til we're out of the car!"

They laughed at her and began talking obnoxiously loud in Spanish, just to annoy her. They weren't talking about us, though. I could tell. I don't know what they were saying, but I'd be able to tell if they were talking about us...

The next day we woke up fairly early and were tired as hell from being up all night. It was our last day in Mexico. It seemed so weird, getting up and throwing all of our stuff back into our suitcases, listening to the babies cry when they wanted something and couldn't express themselves in any other way, or listening to Lizbeth and Brandon get in a fight. I'd finally gotten semi-used to eating Mexican food and as I sat at the table for breakfast, I found it hard to believe that it was the last morning I'd be spending in this country with this familiy.

Mrs. Hernandez asked us something in Spanish, but no one was around to translate so she said it in simplier form. "Quieres ir a tu casa?"

"Eh, a little," I answered, holding up my fingers to show her how much I was ready to go home. Truth was, I wanted to stay with the Hernandez family longer and I wanted to hang out with Alex, but I was getting sort of homesick.. I missed Terrence and missed school (surprisingly enough!) and I missed everyone around me talking in the same language as me. But I loved Mexico and definitely planned on going back.

Mr. Hernandez helped us throw our suitcases in the trunk and sped off to the school in which the awards ceremony would be held. Apparently they were holding something for us at the host school as well, so neither Mr. Hernandez or Lizbeth stayed for the awards ceremony, just dropped us off. We met up with the rest of our school, everyone still asking Ana how she felt and everyone congratulating everyone else for their hard work.

The awards ceremony was in Spanish for the most part, which was confusing as hell. Luckily, Pedro and Benito were around to help translate... well, Pedro translated. Benito didn't say much of anything, just kept a smirk on his face the whole time.

"They're to third place," Pedro told Coach.

"Team captain and Anastasia... I want you two to get the trophy!" Coach told us.

Ana's eyes got wide. "Me? Why me?"

"Because I said so. Now get ready!"

The man on the speaker blurted out something in Spanish then announced our school's name, from the USA and everyone burst out in applause, at least we did. I walked towards the stage, Ana hopping along behind me since she was on crutches. We graciously accepted the trophy and held it high, then waltzed back down to our seats. Everyone hovered around us to catch a glimpse of the trophy, or to touch it, or take pictures of it. We were so excited that we didn't even listen to the first two places...

We rode the bus back to our host school, singing the Spanish song that Pedro had taught us the first time we'd ever stepped on the bus. We were so excited and dancing and it was awesome. Even the hung-over girls were looking like they felt better!

Back at the school they were waiting for us in the gym. I had the strange deja vu feeling. It was so familiar to the first time we'd been to the school... our team so excited, everyone chattering about Mexico... except this time it'd be our last time to see everyone, instead of our first. I sucked in a deep breath and tried not to think about it. I was actually really sad about leaving!!

There was a fiesta going on inside the gym. Salsa music blared from the speakers and everyone was wearing a sombrero and there was loads of food. We mingled for a little while, thanking our families and talking to everyone else. Shellie's host family was around, Francesca and all of her kids. Mr. Hernandez and Lizbeth were there, but the rest of the family had stayed home because of something with Mrs. Hernandez's parents. Alex and Raoul were there... and I somehow got to spend a minute alone with Alex.

"Here ya go," Alex said, handing me a shoebox. "Put it in your soccer bag and don't open it til you're on the plane! Promise?"

I sighed. "Why?!?"

"Because, I want you to open it on the plane. Promise?"

"Fine, I promise."

He hugged me tightly. "I'll be expecting a letter from you within the next month, got it?"

"Geeze, you sure are demanding."

He smiled.

From there, the soccer coach announced that we got third place and congratulated us, then everyone clapped and hooted for us. He then thanked us for the trip and our Coach thanked them for having us, and then told us it was time to get ready and get on the bus... our plane would leave in two hours.

I had to bite my lip to keep from tearing up. I hugged Alex again, still holding the shoebox. I then followed Mr. Hernandez and Lizbeth out to the car and got our luggage, hugging my host family one final time before telling them "adios."

The bus was still pumped up on our trip to the airport, but I just stared out the window, gazing at the city I probably wouldn't see again for a long time -- the experience I'd never forget. Pedro passed around a sheet of paper for us to write our email addresses on, but since I didn't have one, I told Ana to put hers and she could keep me up to date. Then we arrived at the airport. The men helped us get our luggage out of the bus then waved goodbye. I couldn't help it... I had to hug them both... they'd been a part of my experience as much as everything else, and I felt close to them.

"Aye, adios senorita. Keep speaking Spanish," Pedro told me while I was in his hug.

"I will. Adios, Pedro."

I then hugged Benito. "Adios," he told me, because I think that's all he thought he could say that I'd understand.. and it probably was.

"Adios."

Adios... the word to describe that whole day... a day of goodbyes..

On the plane I couldn't wait to see what it was that Alex had given me. Luckily I had a seat next to Ana and Shellie this time, so I wasn't sharing my stuff with a random Mexican man that I didn't know. I opened up the shoebox and was greeted with a couple of cds and pictures... and one letter.

Brianna,
I wanted to let you know that I enjoyed the last two weeks that I've been able to spend with you. You told me that you loved Alex Ubago and La Oreja de Van Gogh, so I figured I'd make you a cd... And another time you said that you wanted to know what some of the lyrics were... well, I won't translate every song for you, but I'll give you this much.
There's an Alex Ubago song called "Aunque No Te Pueda Ver"... it was one of those that you liked... This lyric is for you: "Si te sientes sola hablame que te estare escuchando aunque no te pueda ver." It's one of my favorite lyrics ever... in English it'd probably best be translated as if you feel alone just talk to me... I'll be listening even though I can't see you. Another lyric is by Tiziano Ferro... porque la vida duele, duele demasiado aqui sin ti. Because life hurts, it hurts so much here without you. That's all I'm giving you. Your homework assignment is to figure out some of the rest of the lyrics on your own.
I'll miss you while you're gone... hell, I'm already missing you and you're not even gone yet... well, by the time you're reading this you'll already be gone. Anyway, I'm going to come see you in America. Soon, I promise. I plan on getting a job over the summer and saving up before I go to college, and then maybe getting a job in Guanajuato. Please write me.
Hope you like the pictures! They weren't all from when you were here, but some of them I thought could sum up your vacation..
Love,
Alex

"What's it say, what's it say!" Ana was yelling in my ear.

I grinned and showed it to her, and looked through the pictures while she and Shellie read it. The first picture I saw was one of Alex and me that we'd taken only a couple of days before, and right under it, one of Raoul and Ana. Then one of the four of us, and a couple of goof off pictures. They were totally adorable. He also had a picture of the Kumbala bar and the Mexico City skyline and a picture of La Oreja de Van Gogh that he'd printed off of his computer. Just a random thing to remind me of him, I guess. There was also a few pictures of him, a picture of his car, a picture of his house... a picture of the sunset. It was all really cool and I'd barely had the chance to look through them before Ana was bugging me again to see what they were. I didn't mind, though.. I'd have been the same way if it was her and Raoul.

"Wow... guess Alex really liked you," Ana said. "Raoul just gave me his email address."

I smiled.

"Must be love," Shellie said.

"Ewwww!" I answered, still in my anti-love stage. "Definitely not."

She was going to say something but instead of listening I put one of the cds in my portable cd player and listened to it instead.

*****

Terrence and Ashton were soooooo excited to see us back. I thought Terrence was going to cry, which is pretty amusing seeing how he's supposed to be a tough guy and stuff. He must have hugged me for a good ten minutes!

"Terrence, if you don't loosen up, I'm going to suffocate and never make it home."

"Oh, right," he said, letting go. "I missed you!!"

"So I noticed," I teased, waiting for my luggage.

"I want to hear all about your trip."

"I've already told you all about it," I answered. "Remember? We talked like... every night."

"I'm sure there's more for you to tell!"

There was probably plenty more to tell, like staying out all night and lying to Mr. Hernandez about where we were going... but Terrence was NOT going to find out about that. All that mattered was that we were okay and didn't get into any *real* trouble.

"I want Wendy's," I told him when we got in the car. "I haven't had good food in two weeks."

"What do you want from Wendy's?" he asked.

"A chicken sandwich. I'm soooo hungry." And I was.. my stomach was growling!

Lucky me, he pulled in the drive thru at Wendy's and ordered my chicken sandwich. I couldn't look at the menu because everything looked so good!! It was also sooo weird being around non-Mexicans and listening to everyone speak English! You don't realize stuff until after you've been away from it for so long!

I told him about my trip, about Alex, and about the Kumbala Bar, even though he didn't approve of bars. I did, however, promise him that we didn't drink and that the boys didn't drink and it was basically just a place for the locals to hang out and listen to music... like the venue downtown. And it was... mostly.

When we got home I passed out on my bed while watching tv in English. I missed little things so much! Terrence woke me up from my nap to get me up to eat porkchops for dinner... and mashed potatoes, and corn... mmmm I missed southern American food sooooo much!!

I was halfway through my meal with Ana called.

"Hey, can I call you back?" I asked.

"Bri, Ashton wants you to come over ASAP..."

"Why? What happened?"

She paused for a moment and I could hear her moving. Then she said softly, as if she didn't want Ashton to hear, "he found my fake ID... and he knew you got it for me, don't ask me how cause I didn't tell him!"

"How'd he find it? I thought you were going to get rid of it?"

"I was going to! I'd forgotten about it, cause we didn't even use it. He asked if I had any advil and I told him it was in my purse and as he dug through my purse he found it. He's not happy.."

"Shit, okay. I'll be over there when I finish eating. Tonya's over here so I'm sure Terrence won't mind."

We hung up the phone and I went back to the table.

"You've been around Ana for two weeks and you're still not sick of each other?"

"You can't be talking," I told him. "How long have you and Tonya been together?"

He rolled his eyes at me.

"And anyway, I really wanna go to Ana's house... I'm going through Ashton withdrawals."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. It's Saturday night anyway... just come back home at a decent hour."

"You know I will," I told him, finishing up my food and helping myself to seconds. I love American food. I waved goodbye and grabbed the cd that Alex had made me. There'd be no way I'd be parting with that damn cd for weeks... I loved it too much! It just sucked that I didn't know any of the words.

I made it to Ana's house waay too soon. I wanted desperately to listen to the cd some more or to at least hang out in my car because I knew Ashton would be livid with me.

We were almost past the point of knocking on each other's doors, especially when we knew the other was coming over, but I knocked anyway. I guess to prolong getting fussed at.

"Come in!" Ashton yelled from inside.

I cleared my throat and pushed the door open. Ashton and Ana were sitting on the couch in front of the tv, each of them glancing up as I came inside.

"Ah, very nice to see you, Brianna," Ashton said.

"And you, too. Missed ya tons while I was in Mexico!!"

"Have a seat," he answered, ignoring my statement.

I gulped and gave Ana a pathetic look, then plopped down next to her.

"I want the truth out of both of you," Ashton began. "And if I find out that you're lying, I promise the reprecussions will not be good, do you understand?"

We both nodded.

He held up the ID. "Explain this ID to me, Brianna."

"Uhmm... well, we figured that there wouldn't be any way to get into any clubs in Mexico without both of us being eighteen, so I decided to have my friend make an ID for Ana... so we could go clubbing together... but we were only going to go for my birthday!"

He sat the ID down and sat down on the coffee table in front of us, staring deep into my eyes. "Did you drink?"

I shook my head. "No... neither of.."

He cut me off, staring deep into Ana's eyes and asking her the same question... "Did *you* drink?"

She shook her head.

"Did you sneak out of the house?" he asked us both.

We shook our heads again.

"Did you lie about where you were going?"

We sort of paused there, both of us looking at each other.

"I take that as a yes. Elaborate, Anastasia."

"Erm... well, uh," she stammered. "We sort of told our host family that we had late soccer practices and.."

"And then we got caught and were punished, so the lying only lasted a couple of days and we felt really bad about it!" I interjected.

"Oh? You were punished?"

I nodded. "Mr. Hernandez spanked us... because he said he could call you and Terrence or could tell Coach and then told us that he'd spank his daughter, so we asked if he'd spank us because we figured that it'd be better than getting sent back home or better than getting yelled at twice, or even more... and we felt soooo bad about it!" I told him in one breath.

"I see." He paused. "Does Terrence know about this?"

I shook my head. "Please don't tell him."

"I'm not because I know you were planning on telling him anyway."

"Ashton... really? Do I have to?"

He didn't answer, just kept on with his lecture. "Fake IDs are not something to mess around with. It's the same thing as fraud... which is completely and totally illegal. If you would have gotten caught with this you could be in jail, young ladies, do you hear me?"

We nodded.

"And it'd be a hell of a time trying to get you out of a Mexican prision, I'll tell you that much. Now, Anastasia... go to your room... I'll be in there shortly to discuss this with you further. I need to talk to Bri for a couple of minutes."

Ana nodded then hobbled off without her crutches. I shivered and glanced up at Ashton. "Please, Ashton... either spank me or don't make me tell Terrence... I don't deserve three spankings for the same thing.."

"Firstly, you're not going to get spanked for the same thing. The lying thing is over, though I really ought to tear your ass up for that because I think that you and I and Terrence have all had plenty of discussions about lying. But nonetheless, it's over and you straightened up, right?"

I nodded.

"I'm going to spank you for getting that fake ID for Ana. It's against the law and another form of deceit. You girls are going to learn to stop being so damn dishonest."

"But Ashton... we didn't even use it."

"But if they'd have asked for it, you would have, wouldn't you?"

I bit my lower lip. "I guess you're right... but we just wanted to have fun and we weren't going to use it once we got back home... just for the trip!"

"I don't care. It's still dishonest and illegal, and you're still getting spanked for it. Oh, and while I'm at it... how come you didn't talk to Terrence after you promised me you would?"

I turned away. "I don't know."

He grabbed my chin and turned my head towards him. "I don't appreciate that, Brianna. I really don't."

I looked deep into his eyes. "I know."

"I trust you to tell Terrence what happened in Mexico, because I assure you that he will find out, and I can guarantee that he'd rather you tell him than me, understood?"

I nodded.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, standing me up as well. "Believe me, Brianna.. this spanking is nothing compared to what would happen if you were to get caught with a damn fake ID."

"I know."

He sat down on the couch and tugged at my jeans, then gently placed me over his lap. I clutched onto the couch cushions for dear life, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes to await the first smack. Of course, before it was delivered, Ashton pulled my panties down and rested his hand on my bum.

"You understand why I'm spanking you, then?" he asked.

"Yes," I whined.

"And why is that?"

Damn, the anticipation was eating me alive.. there I was, lying over his lap bare from the waist down and he was trying to carry on a conversation like we were at dinner or something! Gah! "Because I got that ID for Ana and it's illegal and dishonest and I promised you that I'd talk to Terrence and I didn't."

He landed a smack, hard and on the center of my bottom. I winced in pain. "That's right," he told me, and smacked me again and again, then concentrated on my sit spots for a little while and my upper thighs. I was kicking and trying to keep my hands in front of me so I wouldn't try to cover. But it was hurting like hell!! He was spanking sooo hard and scolding me, but I was concentrating so much on the pain that I couldn't even hear what he was saying... or I heard it, but it didn't register, I just answered in the way I figured would be best to answer.

"Puhleeezeeee Ashtonnnnn!!" I begged, nearly to tears. "I'm sorrrry!!!"

"I'm glad to hear that," he answered, but didn't let up on the spaking.

"Ashtonnnn no moreee, I've learned my OWW lessonnnn..."

He didn't answer. Instead, he spanked more, even harder, all over my throbbing bottom. His hands felt like steel! Like in that song... Daddy's hands... soft and calm when I was crying, Daddy's hands... hard as steel when I'd done wrong. Ouch!!

He stopped spanking and lifted me up. "Get the hairbrush. It's in the bathroom, probably in the cabinet. And quickly," he added with a quick smack.

I scurried to the restroom and opened the cabinet, wiping the tears out of my eyes and catching a glimpse of my burning backside before returning to Ashton, wooden hairbrush in hands. I quivered. "Pleaseee Ashton... don't use that on me..."

He pulled me back over his lap. "Too late, kiddo... should've thought about all of this before the fact, right?"

I nodded, burying my head in my hands and sobbing as instantly as he gave me that first smack with the hairbrush. Before a minute was up, I was squirming and bawling and trying to dodge smacks, which only earned a firmer grip on me... My pleas were useless because I could barely breathe I was crying and gasping so much.

After what felt like hours, but was really only a couple of minutes, Ashton sat the brush down and rubbed my back, letting me sob for a little while before scooping me up in his arms and cradling me like a small child. He rocked me back and forth, snuggling with me... it was so nice to be snuggled by him.. So nice, in fact, that I was almost confused as to who I'd rather be with.. Ashton or Alex... or even Cole... too many damn boys...

After a while, I was able to pull my pants back up and Ashton hugged me, walking me to the door. "Don't forget to tell Terrence... I'll be calling him to make sure you did."

I nodded. "See you later, Ash."

"Later, Bri," He said and smiled. That gorgeous smile.

I walked uncomfortably to my car and then sat down on my aching bottom... Now I had to go home and tell Terrence and who knows what he'd do... Hopefully he wouldn't take my car away again... but I didn't exactly want to be spanked again either. Dammit...

Tonya was gone when I got home... I guess Terrence could see my tear-streaked face because he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

I sat down on the couch, patting a spot next to me for him to sit. "Terrence... Ashton spanked me."

"Uhoh... what for?"

"Because I got Ana a fake ID so she could get into the bars with me in Mexico." He opened his mouth to say something, but I interrupted. "But we didn't use the ID and I promise promise promise that we didn't drink... we just wanted to go dancing for my birthday and Ashton already explained how dangerous it was and he spanked me for it." I paused to take a breath. "And we sort of lied to our host family and told them that we were practicing when we really weren't, but Mr. Hernandez found out and spanked us for that because we suggested he do that instead of telling you or Coach because we didn't want to be yelled at more than once about it because we honestly learned our lesson and didn't lie anymore the rest of the trip." I paused as if telling him it was okay for him to talk now.

"That sure was a mouth full, Brianna."

I nodded solemnly.

"I won't spank you again for either of these things, but I want you to know that I'm disappointed."

"I know," I said.

"I trust you're not irresponsible enough to do any of those things again?"

"Definitely not."

"Good. Go on to bed... I'll see you in the morning."

"Night, Terrence."

"Night, Bri," he said, kissing my forehead and hugging me tightly. "I missed you while you were gone!"

"I missed you, too!"

Story: Viva Mexico, Part II

Part of the Terrence/Bri Series.  Brianna continues her adventure in Mexico.  Things are getting hot and heavy with the girls and their Latin Lovers.  Er, this would be a great place for a pun, but I'll resist.  Spanking in this one :)

Viva Mexico
Part II
by Breanna Carter

Lizbeth was too cute for her own good. She was fourteen years old and a freshman at St. Rosa, a private Catholic school. Anastasia, Lizbeth and I talked as we changed and rested for a little bit. She told us of the summer she spent with her dad in America and how she found cute boys, American and Mexican both, and made loads of friends, including an American girl named Katrina who taught her new words in English and still wrote her letters. She said that after she came back home from her summer in America, she wanted her dad back home so badly, and he came back that Christmas to stay for good. He'd made enough money in America to support them for a while and finally got back on good terms with his dad, Lizbeth's grandpa, and got a good job, then a nice house and twin boys. Now he was sending his kids to the best schools in Mexico City and saving up so one day the whole family could take a trip to America.

"Sounds like your family has been through a lot," I said.

She nodded. "So I haven't found out anything about you guys yet! Tell me to shut up so you can talk for a little while!"

Ana laughed and told about her family, how she came from wealth and had always lived in wealth and went to crappy private schools all of her life, then her parents divorced so now she was living with her older brother and father, who was never home. Then I told the contrast of that story, being that my parents died when I was young and I, too, lived with my older brother would couldn't afford the private schools, but I got lucky and ended up being suspended from the public schools so ended up in the private school that gave me a scholarship. How different the three of us were...

"Was the flight here long?" she asked.

"Nah, wasn't too bad," Ana told her.

We lay around for a little while, all three of us piled up on the bottom bunk, which was a double bed while the top was a twin. Before they had moved to this house, Lizbeth and Brandon had shared a room, but Lizbeth didn't want to give up the bed. Which was probably a good thing, so Ana and I had a place to sleep.

Sometime around five, Lizbeth's father came home and came in to give his daughter a hug and tell us hello. He was attractive, for an older guy. And Lizbeth looked just like him, with the big brown eyes and certain facial features. They were too cute together.

"Papa!" she began then spat out a sentence in Spanish that caused Ana to give me another one of those exasperated looks.

"Next year if we go out of country, we better to go to England or Australia!" she muttered.

I giggled and watched Lizbeth beg to her father, and her father finally give in to whatever it was she was begging for. She yelped with joy and hugged him tightly. "My dad said we could go to Juanita's house! She just lives right down the street and she's hosting a family, too."

"Cool! She goes to school with you?"

"Yep! I can't remember who's staying at her house, though. Someone who's in the same grade as her and likes dogs... That's all I remember from the sheet thing."

I smiled and shoved myself off of the bed. I grabbed my hoodie, then threw Ana her jacket after pulling mine over my head. "Juanita's house," Lizbeth said, "is only a couple of blocks away. I promised dad we'd be home by six-thirty, though, so we could have dinner. He said that you have to meet up with the soccer team again at eight, for the boys soccer game, and that we'll take you down there, cause we're going to stay and watch it, too. He also said that since it's a Friday night you might want to hang out with some of your soccer friends in the city for a little while and that it'd be fine... just as long as you were with a group of people and came home at a decent hour, and let him know what you're doing."

Ana glanced at me, a grin spreading across her face. We were thinking along the same lines, it seemed. "Sounds like a good idea to me," I said.

Lizbeth said goodbye to her mother and Brandon, then the babies, and Ana and I just waved, saying "adios" because that's the only thing we could think to say.

It was actually quite chilly outside. Surprised me, because I thought Mexico was pure desert and hot all year around.

Walking into Juanita's house was like a completely different atomsphere than Lizbeth's. It was more of a teenager environment than where we were. Mexican rap blared through the house from one room and softer Spanish music blared from another. Juanita's mom greeted Lizbeth in the doorway then saw us.

"Ohh, hello," she said, giving us both a hug and kissing us on the cheek. "I'm Francisca, and my English is no good."

"Sounds fine to me," I said, smiling.

"Aww, thank you." She had the most adorable accent.

A younger girl came running through the house, crying and blubbering to her mother in Spanish. Francisca hugged her little girl and began shouting something in Spanish. Moments later, Juanita, Shellie, and another freshman, Amanda, who I wasn't such good friends with due to a situation involving stealing that I'd rather not think about, came into the living room. Juanita was ecstatic to see her friend and they hugged tightly. Then Juanita hugged Ana and me, which was cute. I liked her family.

"I'm Juanita," she said.

"I'm Brianna.."

"And I'm Anastasia."

Juanita motioned for us to follow her and I punched Shellie playfully in the shoulder. She just glared at me. "How's it goin', kiddo? Liking it so far?"

"It's different, I'll say that much."

Shellie was an only child, so I could imagine that it was different.

"Do you want to meet my crazy family?" Juanita asked.

"Of course! The only fun family is a crazy family," I said. Yes, I know it was corny, but I was in a corny mood.

As we walked through the house, the rap music and other Spanish music got louder. There were three doors right next to each other, one decorated with a poster of some rapper guy named Daddy Yankee, along with other rappers, some who were American, some who weren't. There was also a sticker on his door that said "No Hispanic, No Latino, Soy Mexicano!" The next door was less vivacious with a few faery stickers on it and a picture of a band called La Oreja de Van Gogh along with a tiny bicycle license plate thing from Texas that read "Juanita" (Lizbeth told us later that she'd bought it for her friend). And the last door also had a poster of La Oreja de Van Gogh on it, along with another band called La Ley, and some other music stuff. It was quite an interesting contrast.

She opened door number one, the source of the blaring rap music. Her brother sat inside, the one that seemed to be about Shellie's age, playing his play station. He started yelling at his sister in Spanish, to which Juanita yelled back. She put her hair behind her ear. "That's my brother, Tomas."

Ana and I waved at him and he paused his game to wave back and came to the doorway. "Hola, como estas?" he asked, shaking our hands.

"Muy bueno!" Ana said and I couldn't help but laugh.

Tomas laughed, too. He was about to say something until his mother came up with the youngest girl on one hip, her hand on the other, fussing at her son. I couldn't tell quite what she was saying, but heard the words "baja le" (if that's how you spell it) which means "turn it down"... so I guess she was referring to his music. Not to mention that after she fussed, he went into his room and turned it down.

"Baja le pinche cabron!" he yelled, banging on the door across the hall, with all of the non-rappers plastered on it.

The door swung open and it was him, the gorgeous boy I'd seen earlier. I almost wanted to faint! "Que quieres?"

"Sierra la pinche puerta. No quiero ver su cara fea."

I giggled.

They stopped fighting for a minute to stare at me. "Intiendes?"

He was asking me if I understood what they were saying, and yes, I understood perfectly well! Tomas told his sexy brother to turn down the music, his brother asked what he wanted, then Tomas told him to shut the fucking door because he didn't want to see his ugly face. It was quite amusing. "Si!" I answered.

"Ahh, pinche Americanas," the brother teased, turning around to shut off his music. "Hola, I'm Alejandro, but you can call me Alex." He shook my hand, then Ana's.

"I'm Ana."

I just stared into his deep brown eyes, admiring his dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. His hair was sort of long, covering his eyebrows and sometimes getting down in his eyes. He had the perfect body, too... the body of a Latino soccer player. I was glad to see that it was his room without the rappers on the door.

"Ah, the Spanish speaker doesn't have a name," he said after I'd been staring at him for quite some time.

I blushed. "Sorry, I'm Brianna... but you can call me Bri," I mocked.

"Bri the Spanish speaker... I kinda like it."

"I don't know much Spanish, just the bad words," I told him.

"That's the first thing anyone ever learns of another language."

For a while we all piled up in Alex's room because Tomas's room was much dirtier, and Juanita's was smaller (she said she got the smaller room in exchange for not having to be near the younger siblings). Alex's room was amazing. You could tell he was a soccer player because he had trophies and metals everywhere, along with team pictures, even way back when he was a kid. There were also different bands around, with a very suggestive picture of the lead singer from that La Oreja de Van Gogh band that he seemed to like. I admit, she was pretty... and obviously his favorite singer, because she was everywhere. Or maybe it was just cause he thought she was hott. He also had the lyric sheets from cd cases on his walls. Some of the bands, he explained, were from Spain, while others were old school Mexican bands. And even more were just modern rock bands in Mexico. Music was one of his favorite things.

In the little time we were together, I found out three important things: he was a senior at St. Rosa's, he was going out after the soccer game, and he did not have a girlfriend. Not only that, but he also asked Ana and me if we wanted to go downtown with him after the game. He said he had a friend that Ana would like, giving me the hope that he wanted me for himself. Shellie mostly hung out next to Tomas, which I could tell she liked, and Amanda talked to Juanita and Lizbeth. It was cool that it happened like that... but why wouldn't it have? Shellie was more of a tomboy, Amanda was more girly girl, and Ana and I were older... so we went towards the people we felt most comfortable around.

At six, Francisca came in to tell the kids that dinner was ready and we all dispersed. We gave everyone hugs, because that's just what we did, and Alex and Juanita walked us to the door.

"You really should think about coming with us tonight," Alex told Ana and me.

"Yeah, we'll think about it," I teased, knowing that I'd definitely go.

We walked back to Lizbeth's house through the cold air, talking about Juanita's family.

"Alejandro is a cool kid. He's really popular at school. He's the star soccer player and really smart. He's going to University in Guanajuato."

"Hey! I've heard of that before!" I said, not being able to quite put my finger on where I'd actually heard it before.

Ana gave me a weird look, but Lizbeth kept on. "I think he likes you, Bri. Alejandro doesn't talk to girls much because he's so picky. He's a musician, too, did I tell you that? Girls literally flaunt over him, but he doesn't give them a chance. Says he doesn't want the typical Mexican girl, that he's looking for something different."

At that moment, all thoughts of Cole evaporated from my mind. Alex was a gorgeous Latino, a soccer player and musician, and to top it off, he was intelligent! And of course, he spoke the sexy Spanish language... my type of guy!

Dinner was interesting, once again. I tried to eat it, I promise, but to me, it was gross. I'd take little bites then drink some of my coke. I was eating so slowly that they must have known I hated the food, but my stomach was growling. Just not growling enough for me to want to eat that stuff.

"No hungry?" Mrs. Hernandez asked me.

I shook my head. "Too tired, I guess."

She nodded.

When Ana and Lizbeth finished eating, I decided that'd be the time I'd finish, too. I followed Lizbeth's lead to her the living room to watch some Spanish tv for a little while.

Ana nervously said, "Lizbeth? Is it okay if I have a shower?"

"Ohh, sure it is! Let me show you where the stuff is." She put the remote control on the couch and led my friend towards the back of the house where I heard them chattering for a little while and finally coming back in the living room. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything is fine," I told her. "It's not like I'll be able to understand it anyway."

"Ohh, we have MTV. Do you like that?"

"Sure!"

There were music videos on and some of them I actually liked. And that was the first time I saw that band I'd been subject to all day -- La Oreja de Van Gogh. I recognized the girl immediately because she'd been plastered all over Alex's walls, then saw the band name flash across the screen. Unfortuantely, my Spanish wasn't advanced enough to actually understand what they were saying, but I loved the music! And no, it wasn't because Alex liked them... I would have loved them anyway! There were a couple of other people that I enjoyed, too, but I couldn't remember their names to save my life.

I took a shower when Ana got out and when I finished, the two girls were going through their cds. Lizbeth wanted to hear all of Ana's and Ana wanted to hear some band that she got to see perform in Madrid while she was there. Lizbeth was excited to see some of the bands that she recognized from her summer in America, which I thought was totally adorable. I just watched them on the bed, digging through music, and dried my hair, then finding a cute outfit in my suitcase to wear. I decided to straighten my hair instead of wearing it in a ponytail to see if that'd catch Alex's attention.

Mr. Hernandez knocked on the door and opened it, asking if we were ready to head off. Of course we were! I was excited to get to hang out with Alex and the rest of my English-speaking friends. It was weird being the minority!

The soccer game was quite amazing.. As you probably have guessed, I've never been in that type of atmosphere before. I mean, aside from being the minority in race and language, these Latinos really got into the game, more so than Americans get into football! Okay, so about the same. When a team scored a goal, everyone in the stands howled (if they were going for the team that made the goal..). It was so awesome. Not to mention Alex really was the star of the team. He was always on the field and almost as good as me :)

We'd sat next to Juanita and her family, so when the game was over, we were among the first to swarm Alex in praise. Except me, of course. I brushed him off jokingly.

"So? Did you like the game?" he asked me.

"I've been to better," I replied.

He grinned at me, pushing the hair out of his eyes. "Guess you're ready for some fun stuff, then?"

"Of course!"

"So you're going to go out with my friend and me?"

"I thought you said 'fun stuff'?"

He laughed. "Fine, if you don't wanna go..." he began and gave me an adorable puppy face.

"Aww, you're too cute, Alex. Of course I'll go with you!"

Thus spawned mine and Alex's relationship. Mr. Hernandez and family didn't mind us hanging out with some of the soccer team (which was really Alex and his friend, as opposed to the girls from school that we'd said we were going with..) for the evening, since it was Friday and our first day in Mexico. He didn't want Lizbeth going with us, though, since she was so young. She didn't mine, and told us that plenty of times, even more so after Ana and I claimed that we felt bad for leaving her at home while we went out. She came to the pont of begging us to go, because she knew that I had a thing for Alex and thought that it'd be cool for us to find guys. Also, she'd said, what's the point of going to another country if you can't go out and party?

So we took her advice and went for it. We went home with Alex, who had his own car. Shellie and Tomas rode with us, too, so they were smushed in the back with Ana while I sat in the front seat next to the hottie. Alex took a shower when he got home and came out looking tres gorgeous with some jeans and a collared shirt on. I felt sort of under dressed and wished I could go back and take another shower and dress in something magnificant!

He grabbed the keys. "Ready?"

"You know it," Ana and I replied, waving goodbye to Juanita and her family. None of them had wanted to go out with us, either, because of their age. Shellie wasn't really a party girl, and Amanda wouldn't have minded, except there wouldn't have been much for her to do and if Juanita wasn't going, she wasn't either.

"So have you ever heard any Spanish music before? We could listen to American rock if you want."

"No, Spanish is fine," I answered, looking back at Ana who nodded in agreement.

"Oookay," he said, digging through his cd case. "What are you in the mood for? Salsa, pop, rap, hard rock.. Spain or Mexico?"

I glanced at Ana. She shrugged.

"Uhmmm... Anything pretty," I said.

He eyed me and rolled his eyes. "Okay, we'll listen to Alex Ubago until we pick up Raoul.. then we'll listen to some old school Mexican music."

"Raoul?" Ana said.

"Yeah, that's my friend. You'll like him, I think. He's on the soccer team. You might have seen him. He plays defense."

"Don't remember. Raoul is a sexy name, though."

Alex smiled. Wow, he had a beautiful smile.

He popped in the Alex Ubago cd and I immediately fell in love with him, too. "This is sooo pretty!" I said. "Just wish I knew what he was saying."

"Ah, one day, I'll tell you."

"Why not today?" I pouted.

He didn't answer, but pulled into a driveway and honked his horn twice, taking the cd out and putting in a burned cd. "This is some old school Mexican music."

"This is El Chico's music.." I said, looking at Ana.

Ana laughed. "You're right about that one!"

Alex didn't even ask. Raoul came jogging out to the car in a long sleeved button-up shirt and jeans, his hair as long as Alex's.

"Que pasa?" he said to Alex when he got in the car, then extended his hand to Ana. "I'm Raoul."

"Ana," she answered, taking his hand.

"Nice to meet you."

He then did the same for me. It was totally adorable and I had to admit, he was good-looking, too. Of course, now that I think about it, most of the guys I'd seen were good-looking! Maybe I just have a thing for Latinos.

Raoul and Alex talked to each other in Spanish for a good two minutes until Ana interrupted them. "Hey, you both know English, so speak in it!" she said aggravatedly.

Raoul laughed then looked her straight in the eyes and said, "No speak Ingles!"

She glared at him and he giggled, so she shoved him aside. "Gahh!! I HATE boys!"

They did start speaking in English after that (unless they wanted to tease Ana more). I was still in awe by this whole situation, and even though I was sort of tired, I wasn't going to let that effect me too much.

"We're going to party tomorrow for your birthday, right?" Alex asked me.

"Oh? Tomorrow's your birthday?"

"Feliz Navidad!" Ana yelped out of nowhere.

"Ana... that's Merry Christmas," I pointed out.

She sighed. "Same thing."

I giggled a little and said, "Yeah, tomorrow's my birthday. You guys have anywhere good to take me?"

They started talking in Spanish again, and Ana looked at me hopelessly. "Tonight we're going to go to the Kumbala bar," Alex said. "And tomorrow we'll catch the clubs. Kumbala is more of a music place.. it'll get you to appreciate the Mexican culture more... and it's not as crazy as some of the clubs. They kick the crazy drunks out early."

The traffic in the city was terrible, much like Dallas traffic. Cars were bumper to bumper and people were honking at each other and cutting each other off. It made me so nervous that I had to cover my eyes. Alex told us not to worry, that we'd be there soon enough.

Once we finally got parked, it felt like we had to walk a mile to get to this mysterious bar. I was tired enough as it was, and it was getting late... I didn't feel like walking. I remember how ecstatic I was, though, when I saw the red neon light that said "Kumbala Bar." I literally jumped up and down, pointing the sign out to my friends.

The light inside was dim and a band played on stage, people were scattered about, sitting at little tables throughout the room. The four of us sat at the bar where Alex talked to the bartender and introduced Ana and me, ordering himself a corona and asking if we wanted anything. Raoul got a Corona, too, but Ana and I declined the drinks. It made me a little nervous that the boys were drinking, and I wasn't quite sure what we'd do if they started being all crazy on us, but I didn't have to worry much, because they only drank one a piece.

It was a mellow night. All we did was sit at the bar and listen to the music, didn't even talk so much because the music was that good. I don't know how long it took for Alex to finally throw his arm over my shoulder and pull me closer to him. It was nice, being close to him, except I knew I was in Mexico and I knew it couldn't last forever... but it was nice while it was lasting. And his cologne smelled so good.. and the music was so beautiful that I wished I was fluent in Spanish.

At one point in time, I had the strange urge to glance at my watch and noticed that it was after one. I remembered the traffic and how far away we'd parked, then pointed out the time to the guys. They spoke to each other in Spanish for a second, then muttered something to the bartender, then asked me to wait ten more minutes. I was getting a funny feeling about this, and soon found out why: Alex and Raoul had told the bartender that it was my birthday, and within minutes he was announcing it over a microphone to the audience and everyone was staring at me.

"Stand up, stand up!" Alex was saying, then practically pushed me off my barstool. He then stood up, lifting me up from my legs, and standing me on the bar.

"Alex! Stop! Put me down!" I protested, but it was too late because I was already standing on the bar and everyone was cheering and clapping. I blushed profusely and gave Ana a pathetic look. I knew she was thinking that she was glad it wasn't her. The band then played a song for me, the happy birthday song, though at the time I didn't know it. Then Alex helped me off of the bar. I could have killed him.

When we left the bar, I told him that I'd never speak to him again, but he knew I was lying, because within minutes, we were carrying on a conversation like normal. It was hard to believe that this was the first time I'd met him and I already felt the way I did about him... maybe I was in love, or maybe it was just lust. Either way, I was still upset when he dropped us off in front of the Hernandez's doorway.

Mr. Hernandez wasn't too upset, just told us to be home earlier the next time. We apologized and he said "no problem" because we didn't know, then sent us to bed. Lizbeth was dead asleep and we didn't want to wake her, so we just slept in our jeans and whispered til we both drifted off.

*****

The next day we woke up a little after nine. Lizbeth hadn't been intending to wake us up as she crawled down the ladder of her bunk bed, but she'd jumped off the last step and it scared the hell out of me.

"Oh! Sorry!"

"It's okay," I assured her.

"How was your night last night?" she asked, sitting on the bed.

Ana opened her eyes at this time, stretching out and rolling over. "It was fun. I had a good time. Did you, Ana?"

"Mmmmhmmmm," she groaned.

"We went to this place called the Kumbala Bar."

"Ahh.. the place with music?"

I nodded. "It's popular?"

"Papa talks about it a lot. There's a song written about it. Old song. Bar's been around forever. Happy birthday, by the way!"

That wouldn't be the last time I heard that phrase over the course of the day. We had a soccer practice at one and the whole team made a special effort to tell me happy birthday and play pranks on me. Coach tried to get us to focus, but we were still excited about being somewhere other than boring America, so it was pretty hard. She knew us well enough, though, to know that we'd focus when it was time. Our first game wasn't until Monday. We still had plenty of practice before then.

We got to finally meet back up with Benito and Pedro. Everyone seemed to be in great spirits, which I thought was awesome. I was, as Terrence had warned, half-starved, but the tour bus was taking us through the city, so hopefully we could find an American fast food restuarant somewhere around!

The day was quite uneventful. After practicing and touring the city all day, we got back to Lizbeth's house around seven and went down to Juanita's. Mr. Hernandez had said once again that it'd be fine for us to stay out all night, but our curfew was two, and no later. And we had to be with a group of people. We were all for those rules... they were better than Terrence's and Ashton's! So, after celebrating my birthday all day, I got to celebrate it even more with Alex and Raoul, back in the city. The younger girls all sat out again, which was no surprise. Alex told me later that girls in Mexico don't usually stay out past ten... most of the girls you see at the clubs and bars are either tourists are prostitutes, because it just wasn't the way things were done in Mexico. I thought it was kind of sexist, but didn't point that out. Now was not the time to be a sociologist.

Clubbing was fun, though neither Ana nor I had the chance to show off our IDs because no one asked for them. Like Alex had said, there weren't many females downtown anyway, so they'd have probably let us in if we were fourteen. Alex and I danced together, and so did Raoul and Ana, and we even switched partners a couple of times. Alex did as he had the night before and drank one Corona, and Raoul drank one, too, but that's it. I was tempted to try it, since it was my birthday, but I'd never liked the taste of beer anyway, and I'd promised Terrence no drinking.

Like promised, Ana and I made it home by two and Mr. Hernandez was waiting up for us like he'd been the night before.

"I don't mind if you go out, just as long as you're safe and in at a decent hour. On school nights I'd rather you not go out unless it's for soccer practice. Your coach did say something about maybe having a few late practices, and that's fine. I'm going to stay up until you girls get in, and I have to work throughout the week, so I don't want you coming in too late," Mr. Hernandez told is that night.

"Oh, don't worry. We won't be coming in late during the week. We'll be totally devoted to practice."

He smiled. "Buenas noches," he told us.

"Goodnight," we said back, which was quite amusing to me, since we both said it in English.

"Hey, Ana," I whispered when we were in bed later that night. "I really like Alex, and you like Raoul, huh?"

"Yeah," she whispered back.

"And we're in Mexico and probably never coming back, so we should spend as much time with them as we want, right?"

"I don't like where you're going with this, Bri."

"I'm just saying... this is a once in a lifetime thing, and Mr. Hernandez said that we could stay out as long as it was with soccer. What if we just *told* him that we were practicing, and really went out with Alex and Raoul?"

"And what if he found out?"

"He won't... and what if he did? What's he going to do? Probably just yell at us in Spanish or something. They couldn't send us home for that, could they?"

Ana sighed. "I dunno, Bri. I really like Raoul... so I guess we could try it and see what happens. But remember Terrence said you'd lose your car?"

"They won't send us home. We haven't had the tournament yet... they need us. The worse they would do is put us in a different host family, or make us stay in the hotel with the chaperones.. and I doubt they'd do that."

"I'll think about it."

I smiled. This trip was FANTASTIC!

*****

Ana thought about my idea and we did just as I'd planned: told Mr. Hernandez that we were staying out late for soccer. We also assured him that it'd be fine if he went to sleep before we got there, and he reluctantly agreed after our first night of coming in at midnight. We weren't really clubbing with Alex and Raoul, we were just hanging out, mostly going to the Kumbala bar and sitting around, just talking. It was so cool getting to hang out with him. Not only was he gorgeous, he was sweet and adorable, and made me laugh. I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather spend my evenings with... except maybe Ashton...

We were doing really well in the soccer tournament so far. We'd beaten an Italian team and British team, tied with the Brazillian team, and lost to the German team (they were bitches anyway!). It was Thursday night and we were exhausted, ready for our break from soccer. Of course, we didn't tell Mr. Hernandez that it was our break from soccer... we told him that we'd be having a practice that evening and after practice we were going out as a team to celebrate our victories. Like every other night, he agreed and told us to be careful.

Alex picked us up around five to take us out to dinner at a fancy Italian restuarant (finally! Something besides Mexican food!). He and Raoul were dressed nicely, like always, and Ana and I were in our soccer clothes since we'd told everyone, including Lizbeth, that we were having an extra practice. The boys made fun of us in Spanish, like they had every other day that week, and we glared at them. Ana and I sat in the back, pulling our jeans out of our soccer bags and slipping our shorts off to put them on. We had worn our nice shirts under the t-shirts that we would have worn to soccer, so we just took our T-shirts off and shoved them in the bag. I took my hair out of a ponytail and brushed it out.

"You know, Mr. Hernandez wouldn't be happy if he knew what you two were doing?"

"You told us that yesterday, Alex," Ana said. "And the day before, and the day before... obviously we're not too worried or we'd stop doing it?"

He shrugged. "Things are different here than in America. You gotta respect your father... My father told us all that there would be things that we did that he didn't approve of, but we would have to tell him, because lying is the most disrespectful thing you can do."

"Ah well, he's not our father," I pointed out.

"It's still the same."

I tried not to let his goody-goodyness get to me, but there was a growing pit of nervousness in my stomach. I looked at Ana, biting my lower lip and she noticed my nervousness, too. But we didn't do anything to change it... just went to the Italian restuarant and walked around the city for a little while, watching the sun fall. At ten, we went to the Kumbala bar.

The bartender greeted us like he had every night, using the little English he knew ("Hi, how are you?"). The music was blaring like always and we took our usual spot, and Alex slipped his arm around me again. There were couples dancing on the floor.. we'd tried that one night and dancing just wasn't my thing. But it was fun and I couldn't help but think about how much I'd miss these nights when I got back in America... The door opened and there was a slight breeze, to which Alex pulled me closer, looking into my eyes and caressing my face. I fell into his arms, a kiss being planted on my lips. Ah, the kiss... it was so beautiful and passionate... I could feel the hearts bursting like balloons next to me -- like on cartoons. I was in love!!

It was a little after midnight when we pulled up into the driveway of Mr. Hernandez's house. Ana and I had been frantically trying to make it look like we'd been practicing soccer the whole time... I pulled my hair back in a messy ponytail and put all of my soccer gear back on. We ran from the car to the house, and it wasn't dark like it usually was. We weren't really that nervous because we knew that Mr. Hernandez would rather stay up to make sure we got in okay, he just usually fell asleep before it happened. Maybe tonight he couldn't sleep?

Ana was in front of me and swung open the door, then stopped dead in her tracks, causing me to run into her. I peered over her head and saw that Mr. Hernandez was questioning Lizbeth, and they'd stopped talking when we came in.

"Come in, girls," Mr. Hernandez said, then babbled in Spanish for Lizbeth to go to bed.

Ana crept slowly across the floor and I closed the door, locking it.

"How did practice go?" he asked, smirking.

"Went fine," I lied. "Did you have a good evening?"

"Oh, it could have been much better, if Juanita and her host family hadn't come over here. Did you know that they knew nothing about the practice tonight?"

Ana gave me an unsure look. "Oh? I was wondering why Shellie and Amanda didn't come to practice."

"I guess I should call your coach and let her know that they forgot.."

"That won't be necessary. I'll just tell her tomorrow."

Mr. Hernandez inched closer to us and I gulped. He was getting angry... "The thing is, the girls said that they hadn't had practice all week, and then told me that they thought I knew you were going out with those boys..."

"Which boys?" Ana asked.

"The boys who've been picking you up and bringing you home every night."

The two of us were at a loss for words.

Mr. Hernandez wasn't. "So I expect the two of you to tell me the truth, because if I feel like you're still lying to me, I'll pick up the phone and call your Coach right now, and I'm sure she wouldn't be happy to know what you've been doing."

I looked at Ana and she looked at me. We were both defeated and knew it. Now it was just one of our turns to fess up, and I guessed it should be me, since the bright idea was mine to begin with.

"Okay, Mr. Hernandez... we've been hanging out with Juanita's brother and his friend every night instead of practicing. We didn't think you'd let us go out with them because you told us once that we could only go out during the weekdays for practice."

"You're right, I woudn't have let you go out with them. But it doesn't matter. That doesn't give you any right to lie to me. That is disrespectful, Brianna," he told me, pointing his finger at me angrily. "I do not tolerate my children to be disrespectful and I'll be damned if I'm going to let the two of you."

I hung my head shamefully. "I'm sorry, sir. We just wanted to have a good time," I said.

"I don't care. I thought you girls were more responsible than that. I've told you both that Mexico City is dangerous. What if something had happened to you out there? No one would have known where you were."

He paused for a few minutes letting the lesson sink in.

"Brianna, Anastasia, look at me," he ordered. I lifted my head and met his brown eyes. "Your brothers wouldn't approve of this behavior, would they?" We shook our heads. "And how would the deal with this? I don't know how things are done in America... but I know how they're done here." He paused again, but neither Ana nor I spoke. "So what should I do? Tell your coach? Call your brothers and tell them? Keep you from going anywhere without Lizbeth or me for the rest of the time I'm here?" He paused again. "I can tell you this much: if it were Lizbeth, I'd be taking my belt off to her, and she knows it."

I didn't know about Ana, but a spanking from Mr. Hernandez sounded like the best out of all the punishments. I mean, of course it'd hurt, but we'd already been scolded once, and didn't need the extra scolding from our brothers or Coach, and I'd really want to see Alex the rest of the week. "Wh-what if you... spanked us?" I asked him, turning to Ana who nodded as well.

He shook his head. "Isn't that considered abuse in America?"

Ana shrugged. "That's what our brothers do... and that's what they'd do if they found out what we did... and I don't know about Bri, but I'd rather go ahead and get it over with and not get in trouble again when we get home."

I nodded.

"You're serious, then? I didn't know Americans were spanked."

We both nodded again.

"Then I'm even more disappointed in you girls. I thought they let you get away with anything over there. I know the girl that I used to work with got away with anything." He paused. "Okay, then, both of you may bend over and place your hands on the couch."

I gulped and looked at Ana, who gave me a sympathetic look. I returned the look as we placed our hands on the couch, sticking our bottoms in the air. "How many times have we been in this position with each other?" Ana whispered.

"Too many!" I answered.

I listened as Mr. Hernandez unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops. I couldn't help but shiver a little, so Ana grabbed my hand. I knew there wasn't much of a reason to be scared, because for one, we had our pants up so it couldn't be nearly as bad as it'd be if it were Terrence or Ashton, and Ana was there which made it less scary. Of course... I was a little scared for other reasons, like the fact that Mr. Hernandez was a strong guy, maybe even more so than Terrence or Ashton... and he was older, and Mexican... and as a general rule, that'd mean he'd spank harder.

We would soon find out, I learned, as he folded the belt over and lifted it high in the air, crashing it over my bottom. I grunted, wishing that I was still in my jeans instead of my soccer shorts!! He then smacked Ana once and she grunted as well, tightening her grip on my hand.

"Are you girls going to behave?" he asked, slapping the belt down on my bottom again.

"Yesss sirr!" we howled, and he smacked Ana.

He started out with a slow pace, though his smacks were still hard, and eventually worked up to spanking us sharply and quickly. I had my forehead pressed into the couch cushion and was trying not to cry, and almost forgot that Ana was there next to me.

"I will not tolerate any lying or disrespect, do you understand?"

"Yessssss."

He kept up the spanking for what seemed like hours and it didn't take too long for me to be bawling like a baby. It was because the spanking hurt like hell, and I felt bad for getting Ana into trouble, and I felt bad for lying to a nice man like Mr. Hernandez.. and Alex had warned me not to do it, but I did it anyway. How could I be so stupid?

When he stopped, my head was sunk into the cushion and I was crying nonstop. Ana let go of my hand and wiped the tears out of her eyes, then helped me up. My hands flew to my bum and tried to rub the sting out, though it didn't work...

"Girls, I'm disappointed in the two of you for doing such a thing... I don't want you lying to me ever again, okay?"

We nodded.

"You can go out with these boys, but I don't want you going to bars during the week and I want you home by ten, got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good," he said and hugged us both tightly. "Now, go to bed. You have to get up early in the morning."

I smiled weakly and kept the embrace for a couple of minutes, then let go.

"You're sweet girls, you know that?"

I blushed a little and told him goodnight, then walked with Ana to the bedroom. Lizbeth was awake when we got in there and apologized for her fathers actions, but we told her it was fine, cause we got spanked all the time.

"You do?" she asked, curiously and sat up in her bed. "Katrina never got spanked! She said that parents didn't like to do it because it was abusive or something."

We nodded. "Lucky Katrina."

"I mean, she did get spanked by Papa a couple of times... like for drinking or letting me stay out too late or something.."

I lay down on the bed, Ana easing herself next to me. "Oh yeah?" I said.

"What'd you do tonight anyway?"

"Went to the bar with Alex and Raoul..."

"Oohhh, lucky! They're hott."

I smiled. "Yep, they are." And after that, we drifted into a deep sleep.