Brother, I'm back. "In the past, I never greeted my family when I came home. When I came to my brother's place, he asked me to greet everyone at home when I came home and when I left home. Anyway, he and I were the only two people at home, so he asked me to greet him. . “Why is the phone not on? "My brother spoke calmly, as usual. I took out my mobile phone from my bag and looked at it. "There's no battery, it turned off automatically." I told the truth. "What time is it now? "My brother's tone was the same as usual. I didn't think there was anything different. "It's almost 10 o'clock," he replied impatiently. "When will you finish class? "My brother asked. "Four o'clock. "I answered. "Where have you gone? "Still asked. "Shopping. "Yi Yi replied. My brother finally looked at me. "Brother, I'm very tired. I want to go back to my room first. "I really don't understand why he is asking these boring questions?" "80 times." "My brother said casually. "What? "I really didn't understand what he said? "Take off your pants, lie down on the coffee table, and spank your butt 80 times." My brother looked at my thick jeans, said, stood up, and walked into his room. Go, the coffee table is the wooden coffee table in the living room. Although it is not long, it is suitable for me to lie on it. I was confused. Brother, I can’t be serious. I have never been beaten, let alone beaten, just scolded. For a moment, my parents were reluctant to leave. When my brother left home and became independent, I was only 13 years old and I was a daughter. My parents loved me very much. After a while, my brother came out with a stick two fingers wide and two feet long. He pointed at the thick wooden stick and walked up to me. "From now on, you should keep this wooden stick. When you make a mistake, take it out and give it to me. Then lie down. I will decide how much to hit each time, but I will tell you." Why were they beaten so many times, from 4 o'clock to 10 o'clock, for 6 hours, for the first offense, 10 times an hour, and they didn't say anything when they came home late, and for the first offense, they were given 20 times, adding up to 80 times. I understand. Already? "Brother said a lot, but I didn't listen to a word. I only felt fear. I knew that no one could save me here. I was scared and wronged, and tears flowed out at once. "Brother~~~" I I don’t know the difference between 80 blows and 8 blows, and I don’t know what it feels like to be hit on the butt with a paddle. I just know that it must be uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.” The first slap! I immediately felt as if my soul had left my body in pain. I stretched my buttocks hard, just a little bit, and my left hand was about to touch my buttocks. My brother didn't hit me again and waited for a while. I don't know how long I waited. My brain had stopped functioning. At that time, I was so grateful to my brother that he didn't hit me a second time. But now I read what you wrote about the beating. Only then did I realize that my brother was not kindly trying to relieve my pain, but was actually making me suffer even more completely. "Bang!" The second board. When this board came down, I was really miserable, my buttocks were slightly lifted off the coffee table, and my body was arched up. "Bang!" There was no relief, and then came the third board, and the buttocks I had just raised quickly pressed against the coffee table. "Alas~~" I let out my first cry of pain. "Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~~~" My brother ignored me, and then he hit me hard and fast for a few times, and then stopped. "Brother, it hurts~~" I yelled, tears overflowing, and my butt hurt like fire. I really wanted to rub my poor butt, but I didn't dare. After waiting for a while, the elder brother continued to spank, stopping for a while, hitting again, and stopping again. I had already ignored the agreement not to shout loudly and started shouting hysterically. "Oh, it hurts, brother, it hurts, wuwu!! Oh, it hurts, wuwu, brother, don't hit, don't hit me, wuwu, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, brother, I know I'm wrong Oh, wuwu, I don’t dare anymore, oh, oh! Brother, give me a chance, wuwu.” The harder I scream, the harder I will fight. The beating was gentler, and I desperately tried to shut up, but I couldn't. Finally, the pain was overwhelming, so I bit my wrist, and finally stopped my yelling and turned it into a "Wooing" sound. I don’t need to look in the mirror to know how embarrassed I was at that time. Sweat, tears, and saliva were all flowing on the coffee table. My whole body was shaking with pain. I wished I could hide under the bed, but I still didn’t dare to move. The beating finally stopped. "Did I hit you wrong?" my brother asked. "No, my brother made a mistake." I replied breathlessly, not daring to show any impatience. "Do you know where you went wrong?" My brother asked again. "Woo, I didn't go home on time." I couldn't stop crying. "Also, don't let me squeeze out the toothpaste." Every word my brother said made me tremble. "If I don't go home on time, I won't tell my brother in advance." I sobbed. "Today I spanked you 48 times. I should have spanked you 80 times. You owe me 32 times first. If you don't do it again within a month, I will spare you this time. If you make the same mistake within a month, If I do it again, the 32 strokes I owe today will become 64 strokes. Do you understand? "It turns out that my brother was merciful and spared me." "I understand, I understand, and I promise not to do it again." I quickly agreed, fearing that my brother would change his mind.
"Starting from tomorrow, I will give you three days to copy the first 100 pages of "Morality and Legal System" and give it to me. The requirements are: neat and tidy handwriting. Do you understand?" From that time on, my brother had no idea. They punished me for writing and checking things, but they all punished me for copying books. "Yes, I understand, brother." "Morality and Legal System" is the textbook for my elective law course. As everyone knows, legal books are all words, 100 pages, and I don't know how long it will take to write. I only know that first Agree to it and escape today. "Well, let's go clean up and then go back to the room to rest. We have classes tomorrow. Put the wooden strips away. You will need them later." After the brother finished speaking, he put down the wooden planks and returned to his own room. Only then did I dare to rub my slightly swollen buttocks with my hands, then move the wooden slats into my room with both hands, and then limp to take a shower and go to bed. In fact, I couldn't sleep at all that night, the pain was so severe , I hid under the quilt while rubbing my butt and wiping my tears, and spent the night in a daze in the strong longing for my mother. The three days passed very quickly, and I worked very hard to find time to copy the pages of the book every day. However, my handwriting was not beautiful or neat. I had never written seriously since I was a child, and I didn’t even do my homework. How can people who do this write beautiful words? On the third night, "Bring it here." My brother was still sitting on the sofa beside the coffee table and glanced lazily at me standing aside. "What to take?" Of course I understood what my brother asked me to take, but I just finished copying 39, and I couldn't pass my brother's test when I took it out. My brother turned to look at me, which made my heart jump into my throat. "Stand still, don't lean on it, and then think carefully about what to give me." After saying that, my brother turned on the TV and seemed to ignore me. I have always felt that my brother doesn’t like me at all. He has never really cared about me after being with him for so long. It's impossible to ignore him, why don't you just let me stand? Just stand still. It's not tiring to stand anyway. The worst case scenario is that you'll get into trouble with him. But I gradually realized that I was wrong. One hour later, I felt sore and backache, and two hours later, I felt I couldn’t support it anymore. "Brother..." In the end, I compromised first. "Well, remember?" The elder brother still looked indifferent. "Brother, I...I didn't finish writing." If I confessed earlier, I wouldn't have to stand for these two hours. "Take it out." Looking at his brother's expression, he didn't seem to be angry. I coyly took out the notebook and showed it to my brother. I had written down the number of pages, so I didn’t need to compare it to know how many pages I had written. "How much should I ask you to write?" The routine question came again. "100 pages." I was so worried. "How much have you written?" My brother asked knowingly. "Page 39." I started to get scared. "Go and get ready." My brother stood up. I stood still and was beaten once, and I definitely didn’t want to have the same experience a second time. "You want me to tell you how to prepare?" The elder brother frowned slightly. "Brother, don't hit me, please." I was so scared that tears flowed out. (I really don’t understand why some children can lie down obediently and let adults spank them. I still won’t take the initiative to lie down and let my brother spank me.) “I forgot what I said, you can’t beg for mercy.” I really don’t understand. What is my brother's heart made of? "Oh, brother, my injuries are just healed. Please spare me this time. I really copy well." I was really scared. "It seems that I need to teach you how to repent. Go to your bedroom and kneel." The elder brother said and walked into his own room. I took a breath, thinking I had dodged a disaster, so I returned to my room and knelt on the ground obediently. After a while, my brother came in, holding a three-foot-long bamboo stick in his hand, as thick as my index finger. After he came in, my brother turned around and locked the door. He and I were the only two people in the house. I think he didn’t want to lock the door. I'll run around. My brother came to me without saying a word. He swung the bamboo stick and hit me hard on my thigh. I was so painful that I got up and ran away, rubbing my thigh at the same time. This was worse than hitting me with a wooden stick. My butt hurt too much. As soon as my brother stretched out his hand, he grabbed me so that I couldn't escape. The bamboo stick kept swinging and fell heavily and quickly on my thighs and calves. It hurts. I only know it hurts too much. I feel scared when I think about it now. The whole room is filled with the sound of bamboo sticks hitting my flesh through my pants, as well as my loud crying. "Pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah, pah" "Ouch, brother, ouch, oooh, I don't dare anymore, oh, oh, brother, oh, it hurts, spare me, oh, spare me, Brother, I, oh..." At first, I was jumping while being beaten. Later, I couldn't stand anymore and squatted down. My brother let go of my hand and I sat on the ground. "Kneel down," my brother said coldly. I really doubted whether he had any intentions. But I didn’t dare to hesitate at all and knelt down immediately. "Kneel down here. After 30 minutes, be ready to accept the punishment. I hope you know how to prepare." After my brother finished speaking, he took the bamboo stick and left my room. I just knelt down like this, crying and rubbing my left leg, which was covered with swelling.
(I don’t know how those who kneel for an hour or two can survive. For the last 20 minutes of my 30-minute kneeling, my buttocks were sitting on my calves. My knees couldn’t bear my weight at all. The pain was unbearable. Bear with it.) Thirty-five minutes later, I walked to the living room with the wooden stick. "Brother" I handed the wooden stick over with both hands. My brother accepted it, stood up, and walked behind me. "I understood that he wanted me to take off his pants behind his back." Just like three days ago, I took off my pants to my knees. I could see the scars from my brother’s beating just now. Some were purple, some were blue, but they were all swollen. I lay gently on the coffee table, and my brother came over. "Don't ask for mercy. This is the third time I'm warning you. If you ask for mercy again, I will definitely punish you twice." My brother said softly. He was a gentle-looking man and spoke softly, but he was not strong enough. It's not small. I didn't realize it before, but now I feel it deeply after being beaten by him. "Brother, can you let me scream? It really hurts." I expected. "Yes, but don't be too loud. I'm going to hit you 81 times today because you didn't copy 61 pages. I'm going to hit you once for each page. In addition, your handwriting is terrible, so I'm going to hit you 20 times, which adds up to 81." I won't be merciful. From today on, you have to count every punishment by yourself. If you don't count or forget to count, it will be treated as if you didn't hit. If you don't know how many were counted, start from the beginning. If I have overcalculated and started from scratch. You have to take these 81 strokes today without any luck. How many classes will there be tomorrow?" Brother asked. "Yes, brother, there will be two English classes tomorrow morning, but no English classes in the afternoon." I answered truthfully. "I'll ask for leave for you tomorrow. You can rest at home for one day, and the day after tomorrow is a double holiday. If you take three days of rest together, it should be fine." My brother said it lightly, but from his words, I knew that today's beating would not be light. . "But, brother, my English is weak, I..." I didn't really want to go to English class, I just wanted to convince my brother to cancel today's spanking. "I'll help you with tutoring." My brother said, but I almost fainted when I heard it. Next, the punishment begins. My brother's spanking was carried out at a leisurely pace of one spank every three seconds. As soon as I heard the "snap" sound, I quickly counted. . . . . . . . . Because this was not the first time I was beaten, my psychological defense collapsed earlier than the first time. I felt that my brother’s spanking was harder than the first time, and I had to count by myself. As a freshman in college, I should have no problem counting. , but in this case, I felt very strenuous. My brother's paddle fell on my butt smoothly and forcefully. The pain eroded every nerve in me, and my brain almost stopped functioning. If I want to count accurately, it is really difficult. It's too difficult. 5th Floor "Do you feel aggrieved when I hit you today?" The beginning of the routine questioning means the end of the punishment. "No, brother, I don't feel wronged." That's weird. I already felt wronged in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it. "Your handwriting needs to be practiced well. From now on, you will write 100 words every day. Starting from three days later, you must try your best to write well. If I think you do not write seriously, the consequences will be very serious. I hope Remember." My brother told me. "Yes, brother, I have already remembered it." I can't forget it even if I want to. "I hit you today, do you know where you went wrong?" I ask this every time. "I know, I didn't complete my brother's punishment." A small mistake made me cry and scream. It was so hard that I was already planning to go to my father to file a complaint against him. "I hope you will learn from today's lesson and understand in the future that what I say will never be discounted in the slightest. You must obey and abide by it completely in the future." Stinky male chauvinism, rotten Shazhu, let dad Give you a good beating. "Yes, brother, I remember it. I won't dare to do it again in the future. Thank you for your teaching." This is me asking for perfection. "There is also a very important point. I beat you before, and I beat you today, including the fact that I beat you in the future. You cannot let a third person besides you and me know about it. If your parents know about it, you The punishment you will suffer will be ten times that of today, remember." My brother's warning immediately gave up my plan to sue him. I didn't dare to take such a risk. "I can't do it. My brother taught me the right lesson. I am convinced and have no objections." It's not that I don't have objections, but I don't dare to have objections. "Clean up and go to bed," my brother ordered, but it was difficult for me to move. "What's wrong? You want me to repeat it." My brother saw that I didn't move and said again. "I can't move, brother." I looked at my brother with tears in my eyes. "I'll make an exception tonight. I won't clean up anymore and go to bed immediately." My brother made an exception. "Brother, I can't move. Can I just lie down on the coffee table?" I really couldn't move. I felt a sharp pain in my heart when I moved. My brother also feels a little embarrassed, because I am already a big girl and my development has matured. Now I am naked and can't put on pants, so it's hard for my brother to help me. My brother left the living room and came back after a while. He took a big towel and wrapped me up from the waist down. Then he carried me back to my room and gently put me on the bed. At this time, I felt that he was not very annoying. , and then he leaned the wooden bar next to my computer desk.
"Put away the wooden strips when you can get out of bed." After my brother said that, he covered me with the quilt, turned off the light and left. In the next few days, my brother cooked at home. Every time it was meal time, he put the food next to my bed. I was in so much pain that I couldn't sleep all night, and my brother didn't say a word of concern. Greetings, the little bit of goodwill toward him in my heart also disappeared. Life in those days was really, really hard, but no matter how hard it was, it would eventually pass. After lying on the bed for three days, I started to study. In order to prevent Yaya from discovering that I was being My brother spanked me, so I had to pretend that I was on my period, so I couldn't exercise much and could only sit on a stool to rest. Haha, I later found out that this excuse was just asking for trouble. However, life is always getting better day by day, and my butt is getting healthier day by day. I write 100 words every day, but I still don’t write well. However, my brother sees that I write seriously and never punishes me for this. As for what my brother said about helping me with English tutoring, it has been delayed again and again because of things in his company. Of course I will not remind him. I don't let myself be stressed, I always live a relaxed life. My brother once said, "When a person thinks he is smart, that's when he makes a mistake." I have never felt that I am very smart. Smart, but trouble still finds me. I was called to the office by the dean of the department. "Since at least three professors have said that you dozed off during lectures, I hope you can explain it to me." The head of the department is an old woman in her thirties who is not yet married. This kind of old woman has a very unpleasant temper. Very speculative. What can I explain? If I don’t understand, I’ll be so bored that I want to doze off. Not every university professor will interfere with a dozing student, and sometimes skipping classes will not lead to prosecution. A male classmate of mine often skipped classes and was never caught. What is unreasonable is that he later passed the postgraduate entrance examination. , and I, a good student who attends classes every day, did not pass the exam, crying. "I'm sorry, I will pay attention." I don't know what to say other than that. "Attention? This situation has not happened for a day or two. People who don't know how to respect others have no right to sit in a university classroom." The old woman is an old woman, sarcastic. "I'm sorry, I'll pay attention to it in the future." I said looking at my shoes, imagining throwing my shoes in her face. "No, I have to call your parents." The old woman began to open the drawer and look for the contact number of the student's parents. "Director, I will pay attention to it in the future. My parents are very busy and I am not a primary school student anymore. I don't have to look for my parents all the time." I suddenly felt angry, disgusting woman. The call was dialed. . . . "..." I couldn't hear my brother's side, I could only hear what the director said. "Hello, am I looking for XX's parents?" said the department head. "..." "Brother? I'm not looking for her brother, I'm looking for her parents." I wanted to rip off the phone and throw it into the ditch. "..." "Since your parents are not here, forget it. I am the head of her department. I will call your parents again in the future." "..." "What is the use of telling you? You will pass it on to Your parents? ... If you really know how to tell, tell your parents to take good care of XX's studies. "This annoying old woman has a grudge against me. I had to drag my weight-bearing feet home. When I got home, my brother had already gone home. Normally, my brother would not come back so early. "Brother, I'm back." I smiled reluctantly, pretending not to know anything. "Yeah." My brother responded to me, and I dared to enter my room. "Come here for a moment." My brother called me. I could only cautiously stand next to my brother and the conversation began. "The director called and said that you were not doing well at school." I listened quietly without saying anything. "But she didn't say what was wrong with you. I hope you can tell me in detail, because I am very interested in thinking about it." I know." I looked at my brother from the side, watching his sexy thin lips speak softly. My brother is actually a handsome man, but he is also a deep and dangerous man. "I...of course I am willing to tell my brother that I fell asleep in class." I stated implicitly. "Why? Is it because you don't get enough sleep?" My brother's tone sounded like he cared about me, and what he said also reminded me that I can't tell my brother that I want to sleep because I'm too bored. "Well, I'm a little sleep deprived." I also kept an innocent look. "Well, get ready. It's still early, so finish early and go out to eat." My brother said softly. I almost choked on my saliva. The slippage must have been too big. I couldn't react and was stunned. "I think you don't always listen to me attentively." My brother stood up and looked down at me. "Uh, no, it's not, brother." I quickly ran into the room, took out the wooden stick, and handed it to my brother with both hands. Like me before, my brother took the stick and walked aside.
I unconsciously put my hands on my butt that had fully recovered and rubbed it, while slowly moving it to the edge of the coffee table. I couldn't help it, I really couldn't lie down obediently, so I just stood like this, without saying anything. I didn't lie down, and I kept scolding that stinky woman in my mind. "Don't make me wait too long. It's good for you, understand?" My brother's tenderness is fatal to women, but it is fatal to me. "I understand." I unbuttoned my pants and slowly lay down on the coffee table. "The injury from last time is not completely healed yet?" My brother asked suddenly. I don't know why he asked this. Maybe there are still some marks on my butt, but it really doesn't hurt anymore. "It's completely healed." I blurted out, only to regret it after I finished speaking.
"Half an hour after the director called me, I called again and asked, 'You haven't listened well in more than three classes. This is not the first time. I decided to hit you 30 times. When you confessed your mistakes, you didn't do it on purpose. To elaborate, I tried to escape, 20 times, and now I’m starting to hit you. Can you give me some points?