Moon in Cancer

This story is dedicated to a very special little dog… I'm going to break some barriers I have in my stories to give what this little ass asks for. I also don't want to generate false expectations, it will be something hard and different as far as my head allows, enjoy it…

The neighbor who reads cards says that in July the moon is in its house… Oh… that whip hurt more than the others… Dad is increasing the force with which he hits me… ahhh… oh… the neighbor says that the prevailing sign is the sign of cancer… oh… when the moon is in cancer it's in its house… it hurts… dad is hitting me harder… oh… I shouldn't have gotten so drunk last night… I'm still drunk… how many whips have I had?… I'm still very dizzy, maybe after a while when I'm sober the buttocks will hurt more… oh… oh… oh…

Has he already given me a hundred whips? I hate that tree… dad went out to cut a branch, I'm sure he had already seen it and realized that… oh… it would work for something like that… oh…. Oh… it hurts… I can't take it anymore… it hurts…

I have my pants and underwear at my ankles… I'm already 20 years old… I shouldn't let him whip me like this… oh… I think I deserve it… but like this?… humiliating?… with my pants down, showing my buttocks… my legs are already very hairy, my penis too… Joaquín shaves there, he says it looks better… please stop… my buttocks hurt, they burn… there's someone peeking from my room, I thought we were alone… oh… my buttocks already hurt a lot… someone is watching us… I think it's Joaquín… Joaquín usually stays in my room… I don't remember anything… I don't know if I'm still drunk but everything is spinning… if it's him… it's Joaquín, I don't know what embarrasses me more, being semi-naked or that my dad punishes me like this at my age… oh… oh… oh… it hurts… I hate that wooden whip… I hate it…. What if I turn around and punch him?… what's the point of going to the gym if not to defend myself…

Don't be an idiot, it's your dad…

How will my buttocks look from where Joaquín is?… what a shame that he sees me being punished… if my dad at least didn't humiliate me by pulling down my pants… oh… it's that it hurts more like this

He woke me up a while ago by throwing a bucket of cold water in my face - let's go have breakfast, you bastard - he said, I think my mom told him something, she was finishing preparing breakfast.

-I'm leaving - he said, taking his bags… he's going on a trip all July… all July with my dad… please stop… as soon as he left, my dad pulled me by the ear and put me against the table - put your hands on the table! - he ordered me while pulling down my pants and underwear…

Dad stops - serve me breakfast - he orders me, I'm going to pull up my pants but he shouts - like that, you idiot! - I move slowly towards the pan where th...