My grades are not bad, but my English is a little poor. I failed in the last unit English exam. I dare not show it to my father, because I don't do well, and my father's eyes and tone will be more serious. I signed it myself. There's nothing wrong with signing it, as if the teacher didn't find it either. But I failed this unit again. I signed it the night before yesterday and handed it in the next morning. After school in the afternoon, I found my father sitting in a chair at the door. Look very serious. After closing the door, he said, "I'll spank you later." I felt a chill in my heart ... My father went on to say, "Do you know where you are wrong?" I don't know what my father knows, so I have to bite the bullet and say, "How can I know if you don't tell me?" Dad snapped, "Take off your ass and stand in the corner and think about what you did wrong!" " "I have to take off all my pants. Standing in the corner, I thought: let dad know about the fight, or talk in class ... I feel cold at the thought of signing the paper myself. If dad finds out, it's strange not to fix him severely! Time seems to have passed for a long time. Dad said, "Go to your bed!" " "I dare not talk much, I can only go to bed. Dad found a ruler. I asked my father, "How many times do you want to play?" Dad said, "100!" I'm surprised. I think some bad things have been known by my father. It seems that I can only be beaten. I've never been hit ... the first time, it hurts. I dare not scream. Dad put it aside for 5 or 6 seconds every time he hit it, and I fully felt the pain. "Do you know where you are wrong?" Dad said, I know, I shouldn't fight with my classmates. Dad said angrily, "What! You also fought with your classmates! " Judging from dad's tone, he doesn't seem to know. I can't believe I exposed my career. Dad said, "Add 50! What else did you do wrong! ? "I said," I shouldn't talk to my classmates in class ... "Dad said," What else? " I have no choice but to say, don't sign the papers yourself. Dad said, "So you know it's wrong."

2. Under the lamp, I am reading Grandma Bing Xin's essay Laughter. My father is reading a book. When I read the sentence "This smile seems to have been seen somewhere", my father turned his head and smiled and said, "It seems to be the tongue. You read it wrong." I thought about it and said, "Nothing, just a flat tongue." So I made a bet with my father.

When we looked it up in the dictionary, it was really my fault. My father spanked me three times.

My family lives in the countryside, and our education system here is rather conservative. Basically, I will be beaten when I do something wrong, and I am no exception. This year 18 was beaten only last month. I played outside all night and didn't have time to go to class in the morning. My father took off his pants and shorts, and told me to kneel on the bed, bend over and hold the bed with both hands, with my ass up, and let him get wet with a belt. It hurts most when you spank your ass. As soon as I smoke it, I feel that JJ hurts, too. There are still many strokes at the junction of my ass and thigh. At first, it was fine. I can't stand it if I play too much. I have no strength to support myself. I was lying in bed. Dad didn't force me to continue to support myself after seeing it. He just said I was going to lie down and don't move! I screamed in pain on the bed board, my ass twitched and my feet twitched. Dad told you not to move after seeing it, didn't you hear him? I grabbed the pillow on the bed and sweated with pain, but I couldn't help digging it up. Dad was angry, took a rope, dragged me to a long stool, tied my waist and stool firmly with a rope, and then continued to smoke. After my waist and legs are fixed and tied, let alone my ass is up again, even my waist is twisted, and the girl can't move. Dad continued to pull hard with the belt.

It was really sad to cry. My mother quickly picked up her daughter, but my mother couldn't talk about her father. My mother said to Honey, "You shouldn't scribble with a pen, or my father wouldn't suck it up." Mom quickly diverted honey's attention. In the past, there was a long-standing debate about who should be the bad COP between mom and dad, and no one wanted to be the bad COP. Later, it was agreed that if we took care of the child alone and the child cried, the other person would be responsible for coaxing, because neither father nor mother could bear to see the child sad. This time, too, my father must be very distressed. My mother coaxed honey quickly. Soon, my daughter forgot about it and played happily with her father again. This is the first time that dad hit that doll!