Story: Drug Free Is No Way to Be (M/F)

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This is a random short story with sexual themes that I don't actually remember writing.  But I liked it okay so decided to share it :) Hope you enjoy, too!

Airport Story (M/F)

My goal for 2019 is to write a new ebook, so I've been playing around with some ideas for the last few months. This is an introduction to Violet, who I'd planned to have as one of the characters in the Starting Over series.  We'll see what happens.  It should be entertaining enough  for now.

Airport Story

Story: Exposing the Liar

16 year old Madison doesn't mind living with her older brother, but they have totally different perspectives when it comes to whether or not rules should be followed.  It just so happens that Madi's favorite recreational activities involve quite a bit of law-breaking.  Hopefully she won't dig herself into too big of a hole!

Exposing the Liar
by Breanna Carter

Story: Starting Over 2

Author's Note:  A special thanks to my readers for sticking through all these years and still checking back for more :)  This one is for you -- get ready for a surprise guest....

Chloe is determined to find out more about this psychologist woman whom she feels convinced Izaak to start spanking her.  The discovered gossip was well worth her efforts!

Story: Starting Over

Even if nobody else is there for Chloe, she knows that she can rely on Izaak.  Will he be able to help her after her grandmother's death? Or will her bad habits send her life into a more chaotic spiral?

Story: Christmas in Amsterdam

Misc Story.  Tessa is in the middle of all the insecurities that come with being a pre-teen.  While on winter break in Amsterdam, she worries that her cousin and friends think she's a loser, so she does what she can to prove them wrong.

Story: Senior Skip Day

Misc Story.  Alex, with her cute puppy face and ease with telling stories, is lucky enough to get away with almost everything.  On senior skip day, however, she finds out that she won't always be so lucky.  

This story involves drug usage, so if you're not cool with that, you probably shouldn't read it.

Story: Camp Counselors in Trouble (edited)

Here's the link to the edited/non-sexual version of my latest story :)

Camp Counselors in Trouble (Edited)

Story: Camp Counselors in Trouble

Misc Story.  Elena and Sami are best friends at their summer job working in a camp.  They get the bright idea to steal the camp van one night, and end up getting a dose of the strap just like some of the campers receive.  WARNING -- this story is dirtier than many of my other ones!  There's some touchy-feely stuff at the end, so if you're not into that, I suggest you don't read after the spanking scene.  It's my first time writing something like this so feedback is welcome :)

Story: Tio Ricardo (español)

Esta historia escribí en ingles por mi "tío" y ya lo traduci a español.  Gracias a todos mis amigos que me ayudaron!!!!  Y por favor, disculpa los errores.

True Story: Chilean Spanking

This is just a re-count of something that really happened to me.  It's very personal, but I wanted to share it with a friend and thought it might be worthy of posting on the blog.  It's the first true story I've ever really told like this... so be easy on me!!

Chilean Spanking

by Breanna Carter

Story: My New Little Sister

Misc Story.  This one goes out to my friend Sadie.  Rachel and Sadie aren't really that close, but a car ride changes all of that.  Sadie's 16 and without a permit and manages to twist her older brother's girlfriend (Rachel) to let her drive home.  

Story: Back on Track 3

Misc Story (still, but about to be a mini series).  Jocelyn wakes up and Jon is ready to discuss what she did last night.  Don't worry, if you don't remember, or you missed it, she sorta explains herself.  This is another chapter that I wrote quickly and without reading over it before posting.  So please excuse the typos and/or spank me for them later :P  I will eventually edit them.

Back on Track 3

by Breanna Carter

Story: Back on Track 2

Misc Story (for now).  I think I'm going to deem this series the one I write when I'm half out of it and just want to randomly write at weird times of night without editing it afterwards hehehe.  Anyway, Jocelyn is back, and still smoking.  This time Alan's the one who spanks her.  Like I said, I wrote this quickly, like I did the other one.  It might be weird, but um, oh well.  At least it's something.

Back on Track 2

by Breanna Carter

It seemed like a good idea when I thought of it.  Usually that's how ideas go, right?  Well, I had been smoking it up in my friend's apartment munching on marshmallow popcorn when the idea crossed my mind.  I hadn't seen my friend, Chase, in a long time.  He only lived about six hours away, a short drive through the middle of nowhere in the mountains, and I could spend the evening with him, getting stoned and doing whatever other things teenagers like doing when they have some alone time.  Since Jon was out of town, that meant I could do whatever I wanted.  Alan was busy with work lately and probably wouldn't even notice when I got home.  That was the plan, anyway.

When I got on the road I quickly realized how bad of an idea this was.  After all, it was already afternoon, I wouldn't make it to see him until about 7pm, and then I'd have to drive another 6 hours home at some point.  Chase lived in a dorm, so I couldn't just crash at his house, and I really needed to be home before Alan woke up the next morning.

But did I turn around?  No.  I kept driving, taking in the scenery, cursing the radio when there wasn't a station within reach.  It was actually quite amazing and liberating for a while.

I had a good time with Chase.  We smoked a few bowls, fooled around, watched tv and ordered a pizza.  I could definitely get used to college life.  

But alas, around 10pm, I realized that I must head home.  

"Awww, come on, Jocelyn, just stay here for the night.  It's late and the weather isn't so great through the mountains at night," Chase told me.

"Nah, I'll be fine."

"Really, you can stay here."

I contemplated it for a moment.  In my stoned state, staying there seemed great.  But realistically, it couldn't be done.  A - I could not share such a small bed with another person, B - If I didn't get home by the time Alan got up, I would be up for answering questions that I'd much rather avoid, and C - I really didn't want to stay with Chase… it would be weird.  "Thanks, for real, but I should head out.  My brother's expecting me."

"Just be careful," he said, standing up and opening the door for me.  

He walked me to my car, making me promise another 10 times that I'd be careful before finally giving me a hug and waving me off.  

Thankful to be alone again, and to have some extra weed for the ride, I headed through the place where they invented the term the middle of nowhere.  There was literally nothing on the road.  All I could see were stars and the occasional gas station.  I put in a happy cd and gazed at the stars mostly, trying to pay attention to the highway.  Not that many people were on it anyway at this time of night.  

Around 2am, three hours from home, I had to stop for gas.  I was super hungry and by this time had run out of munchies, so I stocked up on food at the station and rolled a joint in the parking lot.  I smoked as I got back on the highway, now tired of my cd and listening to talk radio.  It was the British news station and for some reason I found their accents oddly satisfying.  And anytime they asked each other a question, I tried to answer in a British accent.  Hey, it kept me entertained!

I was so tired by the time I got back into town that I was just ready to pass out.  It was refreshing to see traffic, but slightly scary to see that the sky was getting brighter.  I couldn't believe that I'd been out all night.  I was so delirious and somewhat stoned… it was ridiculous.

I stumbled in up the stairs to my porch around 5:30am.  It took me a minute to find my key, and another minute to get it in the lock, but eventually i pried the door open.  I eased it shut behind me, only to realize that Alan was awake, sitting on the sofa.

"Hey," I said nonchalantly, like there was nothing wrong with the fact that I was coming home at 5:30 in the morning.

Alan raised his eyebrows, setting his laptop aside.  "You're home late?"

I shrugged and tried to hurry past him up the stairs, because if I could just make it to my room, I would be safe.

"Wait, not so fast," he said, standing up and meeting me near the stairs.  "Where have you been?"

"Out," I answered.  He looked at me, waiting for a longer explanation, and I said, "at a friend's house.  But look, I'm tired, it's really late, can we just talk about this tomorrow?"

He was kind of taken aback by the amount of snappiness in my voice, and softened up a little.  "What have you been doing?" he asked curiously, in a voice that made my stomach churn.

"N-nothing," I stammered.  "Just hanging out.  I thought I could, since Jon was gone.  You said I could go out."

"Something tells me there's more to this than you were 'just hanging out'," he said.  He paused for a moment, and when I didn't speak he asked:  "Have you been smoking?"

I stopped breathing for a second.  "No," I said.  Too late… I'd taken that pause… the one that gave it away I was lying.

He peered down at me and I tried not to chew on my lip and give away the fact that i was guilty.  "Jocelyn… I don't like this…" he said as if warning me that he was about to get really angry if I didn't do something to make this sound any better.  

"Okay, I did smoke a little tonight, but really, I'm fine right now, I was fine to drive, it wasn't very far, but I'm really tired, can I please go to sleep?"

"Wait… you smoked tonight, and then you drove?"

"No, not like, um, that…" I said.  "I just hung out with my friends, and later when I wasn't high anymore, then I drove home?"

Alan folded his arms.  "Where were you?  And why on earth were you leaving there so late?"

"Well, I was at a friend's house, and we, um, kind of lost track of time."

He looked at me, waiting for an elaboration.

"What? Do you want details on what we were doing?" I asked.

"No, I want you to cut the bullshit and tell me what happened."

I squirmed slightly, seeing the serious expression on his face.  It gave me the chills.  "Alan, please don't be mad," I told him, tears forming in my eyes.  "Please…" I begged.

He only waited.

So I told him.  "I was with Chase…"

"What, was he in town or something?"

"Or something…"

"What?"

"What?"

"Wait, you went to see Chase?!"

I didn't say anything, kind of just stared at the couch for a minute until it hit him what I was saying.

"Six hours away?!  Are you crazy?  And you drove like this?!"  

Before I could respond, he grabbed ahold of my ear, dragging me toward the sofa.  "Wait, no, Alan, ow, just a sec, wait, stop, I'm sorry!" I said.  "I can explain!"

He sat down and pulled me over his lap.

"Alan, please."

"Go ahead," he answered, resting his arms on my back.  "What would you like to explain?"

"I'm really, really sorry.  I feel awful about it, but I couldn't stay up there with him, and I'd already smoked when I realized it, and I wasn't that impaired, I was driving fine."

"Are you kidding me?  Do you even realize how dangerous that is, Jocelyn?"

"Yes, I know, and I'm really sorry."  I started sniffling, half crying as if to prove my point.  "I won't do it again, I promise," I said, looking back at him now with a super innocent look on my face.

"You could have killed yourself!  Or someone else!"  He landed a hard smack to my bottom, and then another, and then: "This is the most irresponsible thing that I have ever heard of!" followed by a few more hard smacks.

"Owwww!!  Alan!" I cried, kicking slightly.  "I'm really sorry!"  I tried to move my hand back to block the smacks, but he caught it before I could.

"I cannot believe this," was all he could say, continuing the spanking.  He hit me hard and semi-fast, certainly causing my bum to turn red very quickly.  And while it wasn't nearly as hard as the spankings Jon gave me, it felt as bad and I was crying like crazy.

"Alan, I'm sorry," I repeated.

He concentrated on my sit spots for a few swats, and then gave a final set of hard smacks, before letting me up.  My hands immediately few to my bottom, trying to rub out the sting.

I thought that Alan was going to give me a hug and send me to bed, but again, I was surprised.  You know how I mentioned before that my brothers don't get mad about much, but when they get mad, they get MAD?  Yeah… well, Alan was MAD.  He grabbed my ear again and hauled me up the stairs, to the bathroom, turning the water on super cold.  "Get in."

By this time I was not only shocked, but slightly scared.  I don't know if I'd ever seen Alan this upset with me before.  "But… Alan…" I began, crying again.  "I'm sorry."

"I know you are, and I'm sorry, too.  You're my little sister, and you did something really stupid tonight.  I'm going to punish you properly to ensure that this behavior does not continue."  I'd never heard this side of him before.  It was worrying me so much.  "Shower," he said.  I heard his voice shake slightly, and I think that's what broke me down.  He was really that worried about me… I didn't want to be in trouble, but what the hell had I done?

He allowed me some privacy to shower, and I turned the water to be warmer because a cold shower was definitely not happening.  The problem was that after a good smoke, and a hot shower, sleep was supposed to follow.  And I was sure that Alan had something else planned.

And oh, did he.  When I emerged from the shower fresh and clean and less stoned, he stood outside his door, belt in hand.  This didn't look too good.

"Come on," he said firmly.

I, still in my towel, started to panic.  "Can't I dry off and put my pjs on first?"

He didn't answer me, just took my ear again and brought me into my room.  I noticed that my jacket was on my bed and the bag of weed on top of it.  Shit.

"Care to explain this?" he asked.

"I forgot I had it."

"So let me get this straight," he began, pacing behind me.  "You drove to see Chase, got high with him, then drove back home, until nearly six in the morning, through the mountainous countryside where anything could've happened to you while you were stoned and with a bag of weed in your pocket?  It's a miracle that you're still alive and out of jail!  It's a miracle that you made it home in one piece!"  I hung my head, feeling bad for what I'd done.  "Is there anything else I should know about?"

I shook my head, sniffling, the tears now genuine.

"You are going to get the spanking of your life, little sister," he told me.  "And you know you deserve it, don't you?"

I couldn't answer.

"Well?  Are you going to say that you don't deserve it?"

"No…" I muttered.  "I guess I do…" 

"You guess," he repeated, chuckling slightly.  I heard the belt buckle jingle a bit, sending a shiver up my spine.  "You'll be lucky if I don't tell Jon about this," he said in an admonishing tone.  "Over the bed," he commanded.

"Alan, please, I'm really sorry…" I felt a bead of water slip down my neck, and the realization of how much a spanking would suck on wet skin finally hit me.  Luckily I'd mostly dried myself off… but still…

Instead of arguing with me, Alan just gave me a slight push, until I finally got into the position he wanted.

I began crying, burying my face in my hands.  "I'm sorryyyyy," I sobbed.

He lifted my towel up to expose my bottom.  By now the hand spanking he'd given me had worn off, something I expected that the belt spanking wouldn't do for a while.  Thinking about that just made me cry more.

"This immature, irresponsible behavior will not continue, Jocelyn," Alan scolded, now bringing down the belt from hell onto my bottom.  I cried out and squirmed, only to be greeted by another smack, equally hard, and surely leaving a bright red stripe on my backside.  I kept my hands in front of me best as I could, kicking slightly, trying to endure the next lashes.  

"I'll be goooooooood, I promiseeee!" I howled.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Young Lady," he said, pausing for a moment to move around to the other side of me.  I cried harder.  "You know better than this."  He then brought the belt down again and again, on both my bottom and sit spots.  The sound of leather-meeting-skin echoed through the house as the sun began to rise.  I felt my bottom warming up, too, and knew that it must be a bright shade of red by this time.  It was aching so much, I didn't know how much more I could take.

"Are you learning your lesson?" he asked.

"Yessssss!" I cried.

"What have you learned?"

"That I shouldn't smoke or drive after smoking or be irresponsible or unsafe," I said, sniffling, and crying more.  My eyes were red and puffy, and I tried to wipe the tears away but they kept coming.

He gave me another couple of lashes with the belt, causing me to cry out again.

"Jocelyn, I care about you a lot," he added.  "It hurts me to see you put yourself in danger like that.  I worry about you."

I nodded, still crying, feeling awful for everything that I'd done, and the consequences of those actions.  He finally set the belt down and sat next to me on the bed.  He lifted me up slightly and I looked at him to see him back to normal now.  Softer, more smile-y, more like the brother I knew.  I let him hug me and I promised to behave from now on.

"Will you read me a bedtime story?" I asked him suddenly through my tears.  

He looked down at me.

"Remember how you used to read me bedtime stories all the time when we were kids?  You loved reading, and Mom thought it would help you practice, and then you just kept on doing it…" I almost started crying again, remembering him reading me stories anytime I needed comfort… if i was scared during a thunderstorm, anxious about school, or sad about my mother's death.  And I wanted that same comfort tonight.

"Of course I will," he said.  "Get your pajamas on, I'll go turn off the lights downstairs and lock up then come read to you."

I smiled and slipped on some tinkerbell pjs… I was feeling like a kid all of a sudden.  As I walked to my bookshelf to get the book I wanted him to read out of, I passed my mirror.  Curiosity got the best of me and I had to see the damage done.  I pulled down my pajama pants a bit to see my red bum.  My mouth dropped in awe… he had really given it to me good.  It looked like I wouldn't forget this one for a while.

I pulled my pants back up and grabbed the book, flopping onto my bed -- on my tummy of course.  Shortly thereafter, Alan came in and scooted me over, sitting next to me as he read my favorite story.

"Once upon a time…"  

I yawned and before I knew it, drifted off to sleep.

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

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

Alex and Anali
by Breanna Carter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Calm down, Ana..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not drunk," I explained.

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

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

"We have to wait and explain what happened."

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

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

"But Alex..."

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

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

"Good evening officer."

"What's going on here?"

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

"Stop fucking lying!" I yelled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks for helping me.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

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

"But..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

"Good.  And what else do you understand?"

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

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

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

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

"Whattttt?" I said.

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

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

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

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

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

"But you already punished me..."

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

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

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

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

"I know.  But you did."

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

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

"But it hurtssss!" I said.

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

"I'll be gooooood!" I promised.

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

"Yesssssss!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodnight."

Story: Back on Track

Misc Story.  Random quick story that I wrote in like 30 mins.  Jocelyn is going down the wrong path, and her two older brothers will do what they can to help her get back on track.

Back on Track
by Breanna

It sucks when you think you're home alone and you're not.  Especially when you're doing something that you shouldn't be doing... like smoking weed.

My older brother, Alan, nearly flipped out when he pushed my door open and found a smoke-filled room and my glazey-eyed stare.  "Jocelyn!  What are you doing?!" he yelped.

I jumped at the loud noise and said, "dude, chill!"  I set my pipe down and looked at him calmly.  "It's okay, I promise."

Alan folded his arms.  "You're getting high?  Really?  Come on, Joce, you're smarter than this!"

"It just takes the edge off," I promised.  "And it hasn't had any negative effects on my schoolwork or anything... I'm still your straight-A'ed little sister."

He didn't seem convinced but he nodded.  "Okay.  I can't say that I agree with this, but if you're doing it safely, and keeping up with your responsibilities, then I won't stop you."  He then stepped closer, now towering over me.  It was kind of scary.  "But if your grades slip, or I find out you're being irresponsible with where you smoke, I'm going to tell Jon."

I wish I'd have listened to him... wish that I'd have taken his warning... his many warnings actually.

We'd had the "weed" conversation about four times before he finally threw his arms up and told our eldest brother, Jon.  After our mother's long cancer battle and eventual death, he moved back in with Alan and me so that we could all stay together.  And while Alan would let me test the limits for weeks, Jon was a little less flexible.  He was always fair, but strict, and if he decided that a certain behavior needed to be controlled, he would see to it that it was controlled.  I learned that the hard way when I got into the bad habit of sneaking out every Saturday to see my boyfriend.

See, my brothers were a lot alike in the sense that they didn't get angry over much, but once you pushed them to that point, you have to be careful.  I'm pretty much the exact opposite and generally go around provoking conflict with people, a trait I share with my dad who, as you probably guessed, is a douchebag.

Anyway, so yeah, my brothers were super laid back.  For either of them to get angry enough about something to do something about it, that meant I'd pushed a little too far.  So if Alan was peeved enough to tell Jon something, Jon knew that it was a big deal and that what I'd actually done was a lot worse than what Alan made it out to be.

That's why I begged Alan.  "Pleaseeeee," I whined.  "Please don't tell him.  I'm going to do better, I promise."

"Jocelyn, this is the third test I've had to sign in a month!  Your grades shouldn't be this low.  It's because you're smoking too much," he said, glaring at me.

"Is not!" I said in a voice louder than anticipated.  "The work is harder!  It always gets hard this time of year."

Alan gave me a doubtful look and showed me the current failure I'd presented him with -- a history test of almost pure memorization (that I'd forgotten about, haha, ironic, right?).  "How hard can it be to memorize vocabulary about the American Revolution?  Not to mention, you're brilliant at memorization usually."

I gave him an evil look, not wanting to admit that he was right.  But I knew that admitting it would likely deter him from telling our eldest brother, who would most definitely have a cure for my memorization issues... so I had to lose this battle.  "You're right, Alan.  I'll cut back on the smoking and work harder in school," I said, eyes filling up with tears and my lower lip poking out slightly.

His eyes narrowed.  "No, you're not pulling that one on me, Jocelyn Michelle."

I blinked.  "What?"

"You know that you'll just cut back enough to get me off your back and in a couple of weeks you'll hand me another exam that you failed."

I said nothing.

"It's time that you learn how to be responsible and accept the consequences for your actions," he continued.

I rolled my eyes.  "But I *did* accept the consequences!  I got a shitty grade, isn't that enough?"

"And what are the consequences of getting a bad grade?"

"I don't know, I have you yelling at me forever about it?" I snapped.

Alan nodded.  "You know that if you don't get good grades, you won't go to college, right?"

I shrugged.

"And don't you want to go off to college?  I mean, if you want to go to community college, then that's fine, but if you want to go to NYU or Berkley, you'll have to get a scholarship because we don't have the money to pay for that."

I slumped down in my bed, picking at my fingernail.  "Whatever, Alan," I muttered.  "I'll do fine.  I told you.  I'll cut back on smoking and study more."

He sighed.  "Last chance," he said in a soft voice, lifting my chin so that I was looking him in the eyes.  "Cut this out, Jocelyn.  It's not worth it."  He handed me the signed exam and walked out.

I was still shivering when my door closed.  It was partly because I'd left my window cracked and the November chill had crept through my room.  But it was also because I hated it when Alan got that serious.  He was always so happy and playful... I didn't like it when he gave me those looks and spoke to me in that tone of voice.  It made me sad.

I really did try to study more after that, I promise.  I opened my history book every now and then and even did math homework on occasion.  I cut my smoking sorta in half.  And overall, I expected an improvement.  I did amazing on my Latin vocab quiz, somewhat well on a chemistry quiz, but then totally failed this literature test.  I'd planned on studying for it, but somehow kept getting distracted... and the next morning when I saw the test I realized I'd stayed up almost all night for nothing, was still a little stoned, and was going to fail the test.  I wanted to cry.

But not as much as I wanted to cry the following week when the exam was returned, a 61% F.  Attached was the "orange slip"... policy was that if a student scores below a 70% on any major exam, the parent or guardian must sign the "orange slip."  The loophole was that teachers determined what they would consider a major exam... usually it would be a midterm or final, but some teachers, like my English teacher, thought anything that wasn't a quiz was a major exam, so of course I had to take another failure home with me.

Alan was going to kill me.  Or worse... Jon was going to kill me.

I walked home with anticipation.  I knew the damn exam was in my backpack... and I knew that someone had to sign it.  I even thought about signing it myself, but am terrible at forging and not really into getting myself into a bigger mess than I already was.  I'd have to come clean to my brothers.  I would have to accept the consequences, as Alan always said.  Even if they were painful.

So I tried to pump myself up.  I chanted to myself inside my head... Come on Jocelyn! You can do it!  But when I got home and Alan was sitting with his laptop in front of the tv, I froze.  I couldn't tell him.  I couldn't let him know that I'd done so badly on a stupid test when we'd just talked about it and he was expecting me to improve.  It would let him down so much.  I know I had to do it, but it was so hard.

And I let him distract me, talking about meaningless things, like how much we hate Dr. Phil, and what we want to eat for Thanksgiving.  When Jon came home, it gave me an excuse to shower and change into my pjs, then open my backpack to attempt homework.  That was when I was reminded of what awaited me inside.  That stupid test.  Ugh.  I took it out and set it on my bedside table.  I'd get Alan to sign it later.

I flipped on my tv to watch the Bad Girls Club, and was giggling at their stupidity when Alan knocked on my door.  Without thinking, I yelled, "Come in!"

He came in and I ignored him, still laughing at the tv, until he said something that made my heart stop:  "What's this?"

Shit.  He'd seen the exam and I totally wasn't prepared.  "Oh, uhm, I was going to bring that down to you later," I said hurriedly as he looked at me, an undoubtedly pissed off expression on his face.  "I, it's that, I, um," I stammered.  "I studied for that test.  I dunno, it was just... uh... really... hard."  Genius.

Alan said nothing, just shook his head and turned away, taking my test with him.

"No, wait, Alan, please!" I said, a tear slipping down my cheek.  He didn't answer me, just continued down the stairs.

I took a deep breath in and stood up.  I should at least hear what he was saying about me...

I inched towards the top of the staircase and sat at the top stair, listening to my brothers' voices.  I couldn't make out all of what they were saying, but Alan was talking a lot, and Jon only responded with the occasional "mmhmm" and "mmm."  I held my head in my hands, silently praying to get out of this, or to wake up from this nightmare, or something...

"Jocelyn!" I heard Jon call.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and stood up, taking another deep breath to steady my pounding heart.  I took the stairs as slowly as possible, finally descending into the living room where two sets of eyes stared at me coldly.  "I'm really, really sorry," I began.

They were both quiet for a moment, until finally Jon said, "have you been failing a lot of tests lately?"

I bit my lower lip.  "Yes," I murmured.

"And smoking marijuana?"

I nodded, now chewing on my fingernail and staring at the floor.

"Yes or no!?" he asked, a little louder and scarier.

"Yes..."

"And Alan has talked to you about this already?"

I nodded again.  "Yes," I said in almost a whisper.

"Then it's time for you and I to discuss your irresponsibility."  He paused, my heart racing more, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.  "Go to your room, television off, thinking about the spanking I'm about to give you," he told me.  "And thinking about why you're being punished, and how you're going to avoid it in the future."

I nodded, still chewing on my fingernail, and climbing the stairs.  A few tears managed to escape as I turned the tv off and sat on my bed, head in hands, doing exactly as my brother had ordered -- thinking about my impending punishment.  Those moments are the worst... when you know what's coming, you just don't know in which moment.  You notice every noise, wondering if that's him climbing the stairs, if he's nearing your door, about to order you to bare yourself from the waist down, so that he can inflict fire upon your backside until you're kicking and crying and begging for him to stop.  Every creek in the house sounds like him taking those dreadful steps, and when you finally notice that he is, indeed, taking those steps, the tears come almost instantly.

Jon didn't knock, just pushed the door open.  "You and I need to have a long discussion, little sister," he said.  He came inside and closed the door behind him.  "Stand up," he ordered.

I did as told, chewing on my fingernail once again.  It was amazing how tough I normally was compared to now.  If it was one person I didn't mess with, it was my oldest brother when he was upset with me.

"Pj pants and panties off."

I began to whine, but it wasn't the time for that.  So I did as told, pushing my purple penguin pjs to the floor and my panties with them.  Jon sat down on my bed and took my left wrist, pulling me over his lap.

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

"I'm very disappointed in you, Jocelyn," he said seriously.  "I never expected you to behave like this... so irresponsible.  You've always been the good student in the family... the one with dreams.  I'm disappointed that you'd sacrifice those dreams like you've been doing lately."

I felt my stomach knot up and bit my lip, noticing the breeze on my bum.  I desperately hoped that I'd closed the window.

The spanking started.  It was intense, and hurt much more than I'd remembered.  He concentrated on both my bum and sitspots, scolding as he did so and reminding me why I was in this position.  Each swat caused me to kick and squirm a bit, exclaiming "ow!" every so often.  It hurt so much and I wanted to take it like a woman, but between the pain and the disappointment that he had in me, and the disappointment I had in myself, it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold in my tears.

After what felt like an eternity, he lifted me up.  I sniffled, rubbing my bum.

He stood and put his hands on my shoulders.  "Jocelyn, we're going to start to have more structure around here with you.  You'll have a bedtime every night, you'll spend the afternoons studying rather than watching tv, and the smoking is going to cease.  Do you understand?"

"Yes," I said weakly.

I don't know if he wasn't convinced or if he'd already planned to spank me more, but next thing I knew, he was putting my pillows in the middle of my bed and telling me to lean over them.  Then he unbuckled his belt and started to take it off and that's when the tears finally came.

"Noooo, pleaseeee, don't use that," I begged.

He didn't say anything, didn't argue with me, just waited patiently.  I realized that I really did deserve the belting, as much as I hated it.  The part that bothered me most was that my oldest brother felt like I needed it.  That might have hurt more than the spanking itself.

But I submitted to the punishment anyway.  I lay over the pillows and buried my face in my hands.

"I'm really sorry, Jon," I whined, bracing myself for the first lash.

It bit into my skin with this unimaginable sting that had me crying like a little girl within moments.  And after ten hard swats with the belt, and me sobbing, Jon sat down next to me on the bed, pushing the hair out of my eyes.  "I really want you to do your best, Jocelyn," he told me.  "And I know this isn't your best.  I'm going to help you get back on track."

I nodded, pushing myself up and falling into a hug.  I just pressed my face into his chest and cried for what felt like hours.  And then I put my pjs back on and let him tuck me in with a kiss on the forehead with a final promise to do better next time.

Story: Tio Ricardo

Misc Story.  Liliana is stuck spending her senior year in Colombia (yes the country) with her uncle and his family.  He's reasonably lenient with his rules, only asking that Lily do well in school, and not bring illegal substances into his house.  But she doesn't care about rules... who abides by those anyway?  Girls who avoid spankings, I guess.

Disclaimer: I do not intend for this story to be a stereotypical Colombian story about drugs... I do understand that Colombia is a beautiful country with loads more than marijuana. In fact, the only reason I chose Colombia is because I happened to be eating a Colombian empanada when I wrote this. So I hope that I don't offend anyone with this story. Enjoy!

Tio Ricardo

by Breanna Carter

My parents came to this brilliant conclusion that I should spend my senior year of high school abroad. They said I needed to be more “cultured”... that I didn't appreciate the little things in life... that I needed to find how to navigate the world without being attached to my cell phone and computer 24/7. I was infuriated. It wasn't fair that they were sending me away for senior year! It was supposed to be the last year I spent with all of my friends before everyone went their separate ways to college!

But they weren't concerned with my social life. In fact, they wanted to kill my social life, because it caused me so many issues... like, um, maybe getting arrested a couple of times. So yeah, that was part of the reason that they shipped me to Colombia.

Nevermind that I didn't know Spanish.

Nevermind that I'd never even met the uncle they were sending me to live with.

Nevermind that my friends couldn't even call me, much less see me.

They didn't care about all of that. They just wanted me to get an education abroad, 'cause it'd look good on my college applications. Whatevs, though. I wasn't concerned with that. Just having fun. But my arguing didn't help, and before I knew it, I was boarding the plan to Bogata, iPod on full blast. I had no idea what to expect... had no idea what Colombia would be like... no idea what my Colombian family would be like. In fact, I only knew one thing about Colombia – it's reputation for drugs.

 *****

“Liliana!! Get up!” I heard the loud whisper in my ear. “We fell asleep. You have to go back home.” I felt my body being nudged, and finally pried open my eyes. Ugh, I'd been dreaming about the flight again. Seemed like every time I got high lately I thought about it, some part of me craving the return home, another part enjoying the blissfulness of this lovely country. Carlos looked down at me, brown eyes gazing into mine. “Good morning, princesa,” he said, kissing my forehead. He took a puff of the joint between his fingers, then handed it to me.

I smiled up at him, taking a puff myself. “What time is it?”

“Five o'clock.”

“Ughhh, fuck. I have school in two hours. And haven't finished my homework.” I pushed myself up, stretching out and yawning, smoking a bit more before handing it back to him.

“You can finish it before your class right?”

“Nah, whatevs. It doesn't matter. I'll do it later. I think I'll just skip again. Can I come by here?”

“Of course,” he said, taking a final hit, giving me a final hit, and putting it out.

I put the hood up to my jacket and followed him out of his house to his car. We'd become kind of an item since I'd met him right after coming to Colombia. He was my best Colombian friend's older brother – a low-profile marijuana dealer who held almost nightly parties. My aunt and uncle had warned me countless of times to stay away from him, but I didn't listen. If I had to be so far away from my friends, I might as well make the best of the time I had in a foreign country... and if I had to make the best of it by smoking, well, so what?

“You need to start doing your school work,” he warned me, adjusting the radio. “Your grades are going to get too low and your uncle will start suspecting something.”

Tio Ricardo only had two rules: no drugs in his house, and do well in school. He didn't care if I stayed out all night, as long as he didn't get any phone calls or letters about school. He didn't care if I smoked with Carlos, as long as I didn't bring any of it home with me. I was on the verge of breaking both of his rules, actually, and was pretty sure that if that happened, there would soon be more than only two rules. I didn't want that to happen, but for some reason, I couldn't help it. I preferred getting high with Carlos and listening to heavy metal all night, cuddling, doing dirty things. It was so much better than studying.

“I know... but school is boring.”

“Yeah, it usually is.”

I yawned and closed my eyes. The mixture of the raindrops and heavy metal were beautiful. I loved Colombia... the rebellion that I'd mastered. And the fact that I was a million miles from home... invincible. And totally stoned. My parents would be appalled.

“See you in a few hours?” Carlos asked as he pulled up to my house.

“Yep,” I answered, kissing his cheek. I pushed the door open and scampered through the rain to my front door. I carefully opened, closed, and relocked the door, trying to climb the stairs as quietly as possible. I knew that my aunt and uncle didn't really care that I'd arrived late, but I was still a bit high and didn't want to have a question and answer session. It would be like That 70s Show. In Spanglish. Hahaha, that would be funny.

After conquering the major task of making it to my room, I felt relieved. I gently closed my door and crawled into bed for the shortest nap ever.

My Tia Angela wasn't nearly as gentle as Carlos was at waking me up in the mornings. She starts at 6am, shouting in English and Spanish in the hallways, until everyone's up and moving. Then she begins breakfast, expecting each of us to be present at exactly 6:30, dressed and ready to go. My shower hardly woke me up, and I just left my hair to dry on its own as I slept an additional fifteen minutes before my little cousin was pounding on my door to come to breakfast. My uniform was sloppy, but I didn't care.

“You look like shit,” the older of my two cousins, Lucia, said to me as I eased down next to her.

“Just tired,” I yawned.

“I heard you come in this morning,” Tio Ricardo said, taking a bite of his eggs. “You stayed out late last night.”

“No worries,” I said, stuffing my face with arepa. “I fell asleep while studying with Elia.”

Lucia giggled. As a 13 year old, she knew more about what I was doing. Mostly because she was nosey, but also because I kinda liked her and we had girl talk sometimes. She had loads of questions, not just about boys, but also about the U.S.

Tio Ricardo gave Lucia a look. “We'll see how you do on the test.”

“I always do fine, remember? I got your family's half of the genes when it comes to intelligence,” I said, smiling.

He smiled, too, and continued eating. Tia Angela wasn't smiling, though. “You need to stop hanging out with that boy,” she told me.

Alberto, the youngest, starting chanting, “Lily has a boy-friend! Lily has a boy-friend!”

“Shut up,” I said. “I do not. He's just a friend, and I wasn't with him. I was with his sister.”

She looked at me doubtfully, sitting down next to Lucia. “I saw you with him this morning.”

“Lily has a boy-friend!”

“Because I was with his sister. He gave me a ride back. Geeze, get off my back about it,” I mumbled, taking a drink of my juice.

“Liliana, that's not the way to speak to your Aunt,” Tio Ricardo scolded.

“Sorry,” I said, not really meaning it. “I need to go. I have to meet Elia before class anyway to talk about this homework.” I took a final bite of my eggs and picked my plate up, putting my dishes in the sink. “See you guys after school.” I threw my backpack over my shoulder, waved goodbye, and skipped out. Thank God that was over.

I took the bus to Carlos's house. He was awake and shirtless, smoking a cigarette and drinking orange juice when I came in. “Elia just left,” he told me.

“I'm so fucking tired.”

He held out his arms, beckoning me forth into a gigantic hug. “Let's get some sleep,” he said.

“Yes, please.”

We climbed the stairs to his room, snuggling close and drifting off. It was an amazing sleep. I felt so safe and warm. I could've stayed in his arms forever.

By the time we woke up, it was almost time for me to head home. I made up my hair and straightened my clothes, then he took me out for empanadas. He left me a couple of blocks from my house with a joint in my pocket. He wouldn't be around that evening, but would see me tomorrow. A kiss to the forehead and he sent me off. I couldn't wait to tear into that joint. But I knew I needed to do homework first.

I said a quick hello to Tia Angela and ran up the stairs. I changed out of my uniform, then plopped on my bed and pulled out the homework I hadn't looked at yet. It was math, my least favorite subject. Fortunately, I was taking a lower level math course, so I already knew most of the material. That way, the Spanish didn't mess me up too much. I relied more on my memory than my teacher.

After about an hour and a half of homework, I decided to take a break. I turned the tv on and opened the window, grabbing the joint out of my bag and lighting up. I smoked near the window so my room wouldn't reek of marijuana. I was almost high when I heard a knock at the door.

Shit. Did the smell waft through the house? Was I caught?

“Just a minute!” I said loudly, trying to fan the smoke out the window. I stubbed out the joint and stuffed it under my mattress, with the bag of weed I had stashed.

“Lily? It's me,” Tio Ricardo said.

I hurried to the door and opened it up, trying to stay normal. I smiled. “Heya.”

He kissed me on the cheek. “How was school today?”

“Was good... and work?” I asked, trying to look as normal as possible.

“It was good, too, thanks,” he said, moving into my room. “What all did you guys do in your classes today? Did you learn anything new?”

This was getting a little weird. “Nah, not really... just math stuff, and I dunno. I don't remember. It was boring. The teachers are boring.” I backed away from him, sitting back on my bed.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of teachers... guess who I saw on my way home from work?”

I blinked, tummy dropping a little. “Um, a teacher?”

He nodded. “One of your teachers in fact, Mr. Zuniga.” He paused, letting this really uncomfortable feeling spread throughout my body. I squirmed slightly.

“Oh wow, that's great! I'm sure you guys had a great time...” I said, standing up now. “You know what, I just remembered, I really have a lot of homework to do,” I said in a hurry, trying to usher him out of my room.

“Whoa, wait, just a minute,” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Is there anything you need to tell me about school?”

“No... just that I have a lot of...”

“Because Mr. Zuniga and I had a very interesting conversation about you.”

I looked at him a second, trying to think of an excuse.

“You really don't have anything to tell me?” he asked plainly.

“No... I don't think so...”

“Mmm, that's where you're wrong, Young Lady,” he said, closing my door. “You know perfectly well that you haven't been to your classes this week. So let's try this again – why haven't you been to your classes?”

I blinked, stomach dropping. Shit. What was I going to tell him? “Well, I did go... I just got sick... and... yeah...”

“And how can that be if I see you every morning walk out this front door to go to school?”

“I mean, I go, and on my way, I start to feel bad and so I just stop at a friend's house,” I stammered.

“Oh? And do, pray tell, which friend might this be?”

“Well, um, my friend's brother... But same thing.”

“I see,” he said softly, his stare making me feel more uncomfortable than ever. “And if you're so sick, then why are you in here, lying in your bed and watching tv, dressed up to go somewhere?”

“I'm feeling better. But hey, you know, I really have to do this homework...” I tried again.

“No, Young Lady,” he said firmly. “What we need to do is have a talk about responsibility and honesty.”

“But...”

“No buts!” he said, walking to my desk and taking the chair out. “Come here, now.” He placed the chair in the center of my floor space and sat down.

“But whyyyy? I didn't do anything bad!” I whined.

“You were irresponsible and you are lying. But believe me, you will tell me the truth, if I have to spank it out of you,” he said in a warning tone.

“W-what? No please! I'm sorry...”

“I will not repeat myself again. Come here, right now. If I have to get up, it will just be worse.”

“It's just that... I felt bad... I swear... please Tio... don't do this...” I begged, chewing on my fingernail and inching towards him.

“Quickly!” he said in a no-nonsense tone.

I scampered to his side, still chewing on my fingernail.

“You know, I gave you plenty of chances to tell me the truth. You must think that I'm really stupid to believe that you were 'sick',” he said firmly, pulling me closer to him. “But don't worry, you'll see that I get the truth out of you anyway. Pants down,” he ordered.

“W-what?” I stammered, not believing my ears.

“Down, now!”

“But... I...” He gave me a look that shut me up, causing me to turn bright red as I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. My throat was dry and heart pounding. He wasn't really about to do this, was he? I took a deep breath and forced my pants down to about mid-thigh, then felt myself being dragged across his lap. “But, wait, Tio!” I yelped.

“We'll see if you still feel like lying…”

“But I'm telling the truth!” I promised, feeling the first swat on my panty-clad backside. “Owwww! Tioooo!! That hurts!” I howled, reaching my hand back. He grabbed my wrist and continued the spanks. I couldn't help but squirm – it hurt so much more than I'd imagined it! “Please!! I promise, I'm telling the truth!” I howled, trying to dodge the swats.

He ignored me, continuing the spanking. “Mr. Zuniga also told me that you're late on a lot of your homework,” Tio Ricardo said.

“Oooowwwww,” I yelped, kicking my foot up. “That – ow! – hurts!”

“I'm waiting for your explanation about missing classes and not doing homework!” he said forcefully, spanking harder even.

“I told youuuuuu... I was sick! I haven't had the chance to turn in the homework yet!”

He sighed, giving me a few swats to my bare sit spots, causing me to yelp haphazardly.

“Pleaseeeee, Tio Ricardo!!! Please stop!!” I begged.

“Not until I get the truth out of you.”

I whined, kicking some more til my pants were at my ankles and Tio Ricardo gave me some swats to the thighs to get me to stop squirming so much. “But I didn't do anythinggggg!” I swore.

“Mmm,” he said, lifting me up. I let out a sigh of relief – until he said, “get those panties down.”

I gave him a blank stare, as if I hadn't understood what he said.

“Now,” he said, brown eyes staring deep into mine.

I rubbed my stinging bottom. “But Tio Ricardo... I've already told you... I was sick...!” I backed up slightly, determined not to get spanked anymore... especially on the bare! How embarrassing!

“Liliana,” he said firmly, “panties down.”

I whined loudly and stomped my foot, tears spilling from my eyes. “But I didn't...!” I began, only to be cut off by a sharp swat to my bottom. Within seconds, Tio Ricardo was pulling me back to him, then I felt him tug my panties down. My face blushed bright red.

“Over my lap,” he ordered, to which I complied, still crying.

“Tio... please...” I begged solemnly.

He began the spanking again, this time spanking me a million times harder. By the third swat, I was squirming so much that he had to pin me down, raining down a rapid fire of swats to my bare bottom. “Are you ready to tell the truth yet?” he asked me.

“I ammmmmm!” I managed to choke out from sobs.

“Mmm,” he said, continuing the spanking.

I kicked slightly, crying harder as I realized that he really wasn't going to stop until he got the truth out of me – just like he'd said. He wasn't going to believe my pathetic lie about being sick. I shouldn't have even tried with that... “Okay!” I yelped. “Okayyyy, I didn't go to classssss,” I cried.

“And why didn't you?” he wanted to know, still spanking me.

“Because... owwww... I hadn't finished my... ayeee!... homework yet!”

He gave me a few more swats on my sit spots, then stopped for a moment. “You know that I'm not very strict with you. I let you get away with almost anything. But when it comes to your school, that is something I will not tolerate, Young Lady, do you understand?” he asked, giving me a few more swats.

They took me by surprise and I cried out with each. “Yes sir!”

“I also do not appreciate you lying to me,” he said seriously, swatting me a little more.

“I'm sorryyyy! I won't do it againnnn!” I promised.

He stopped spanking and lifted me up. I wiped the tears out of my eyes, still crying a little. “We could've avoided this whole situation if you had just told me the truth from the beginning,” he said, standing up and looking down at me.

I rubbed my bum and nodded. “I'm sorry,” I said as I sniffled. “I won't lie anymore.”

“You better not. Now get to the corner and think about what you did – and tomorrow you will apologize to your teachers for skipping their classes.”

“Yes sir,” I said weakly, defeated. I stooped down to fetch my pants and panties to pull them back up, but Tio Ricardo stopped me.

“You don't need those yet,” he said. “You can put them on after your corner time.”

I whined a bit but didn't fuss, just went to the corner as told, leaning my head against the wall and trying to ease my cries. I felt so embarrassed and ridiculous... it was like I'd turned from 17 to 7 in a matter of seconds. And the worst part was that everyone in the house had probably heard the spanking. Ugh... how awful.

But not as awful as what happened next... I'm not sure the exact details... but it seemed like Tio Ricardo sat down on my bed, then stood up, then started shuffling through something, and then all of a sudden I heard him bellow “Liliana Marie Espinoza!”

I shivered.

“Come here, right now!”

I turned to see the bag of weed in his hands, looking more pissed off than ever. “Wait... I can explain...” I began quickly. “My friend wanted me to keep it for her... so I did... but it's for her... I didn't smoke any!”

His teeth clenched, he said, “over here, NOW!”

I began crying again and moved a little closer to him. “I'm sorry,” I pleaded. “Please, I don't want another spanking...”

“I'm about to give you a good reason to cry,” he told me, taking his belt off. “Now come here, and don't make me repeat myself again.”

“Noooo, pleaseeeee,” I cried.

“Last chance, and believe me, if I have to come get you, it will be a thousand times worse.”

Defeated, I shuffled to him, tears still falling. He put my pillows on the side of the bed, and bent me over them to where my bottom was up in the air and my feet were hanging off the bed. “Please,” I tried again. “I won't do it again...”

“You have no idea how disappointed I am with you, young lady,” he said. “I never thought that you'd use drugs! And bring them into this house! With Lucia and Alberto here! That is VERY disrespectful.” His words pierced me, and I cried more into my blankets. “After we're allowing you to stay in our house, after we've provided so much for you, this is what you do? I knew I smelt something funny coming from in here. And now I see what it was – you were smoking drugs.”

“I'm sorry...”

“I don't want to hear it,” he snapped. “You're about to feel what sorry really is. I'm going to make sure that you stop smoking this shit... and you'll remember it every time you sit down.” He landed the lash to my already sore bottom, causing me to cry out and reach back. “Every day for a week after class, this is where you'll find yourself. Move your hand!” I quickly moved it, crying in despair. What could I say? I guess I did kind of deserve it. He had told me not to bring drugs in his house, and I did. I should've known it would come to something like this.

He landed a few more swats with the belt, covering both of my bottom cheeks and sit spots. I was howling and squirming like crazy, wishing this were over already. I was sobbing too hard to really say anything. And I was mortified! If my cousins didn't already know about my other spanking, they'd surely know about this one! And the fact that I'd be getting one every day for a week!

“I don't know how your parents have been raising you, but in this house, when I have a rule, you will follow it Liliana Marie, do you understand?”

“Yes sirrrrr!” I howled. “I will follow the rulesssss I promise!”

“Because I will not hesitate to take this belt off again.”

I sobbed and sobbed into the blankets of my bed, receiving the last of my punishment as best as possible. I didn't even notice that he'd finished, and probably would've kept my face buried into my now-wet blankets had he not lifted me back up.

He lifted my chin and said, “Look at me.”

I sniffled, wiped the tears away, hiccuping and trying to settle my sobs. Then I peered up at him, seeing that look of disappointment that made me want to start crying all over again.

“I don't want you to ever touch this shit again,” he told me, pointing to the bag of weed. “In fact, I want you to stand in the corner and think about what's going to happen to you the next week, and about how you're not going to smoke anymore, and then you can re-dress yourself and flush the marijuana down the toilet.”

“Yes, sir,” I said. I wiped my tears and went to the corner as told, still crying a little. I stood there, regaining my composure and eventually my breathing became normal again. I sniffled and wiped my face and thought about exactly what Tio Ricardo had asked me to – the fact that I was going to get punished like this every day for a week. The thought really scared me, and made me honestly never want to smoke ever ever again.

Finally, he called me over. I eased my panties up and decided to change into my pj pants – it wasn't like I was going to go anywhere after being punished like that! Then he handed me the bag and led me to the bathroom. I dumped the contents of the bag into the toilet. I felt shitty... for everything. Part of me felt bad for smoking and making my uncle so upset. Another part of me really didn't want to flush the weed. And even a part of me wondered if I really was going to stop smoking for good. But as I pushed down the handle and watched the dark green matter swirl down the drain, I figured I'd at least try to behave. He did have a point... they were doing a lot for me and it was pretty disrespectful to bring drugs into the house.

Oh, and the fact that I accidentally bumped the door with my bum when I backed up... that probably had something to do with me deciding not to smoke anymore.

Tio Ricardo gave me a big hug. “Now, get your homework finished,” he said, swatting me on the bottom and sending me to my room.

“Yes, sir,” I said, wiping the last tear away and scampering off. Good thing I could do my homework while lying on my tummy.