At noon, I watched my mother try to slap that again, just watching under the door. Finally, it was decided to implement it at six o'clock in the evening.
Because my sister was beaten less often, she was beaten first. My sister went in in her underwear. My mother took off her sister's underwear, revealing her watery ass. She began to delve into her major and soon finished it. In fact, my sister didn't feel any pain at all, so she made a face at me and went into the house. I was wearing a skirt and underwear, and my mother pulled me. My sister came out of the room in her underwear, and my mother watched. My sister can't protect me. Although my sister is not strong enough, she is hard to say around her mother, so she has to fight. After calling 125, it was her turn. After such a long time, I didn't feel my ass until I heard a few slaps.
After the fight, in order to retaliate against my sister's two rebellions, I pretended to be very happy and walked into the room where my sister and I slept. My sister looked at my mother's ass with a mirror and was beaten 25 times. The more I look at it, the whiter it becomes, just like photographing it. I told my sister, let's play a game. My sister said yes. I said, the rule of setting the game is to cut paper with stones, and the loser will let the winner spank him twenty times. Finally, the more times he was beaten by smack, the more times he was beaten at ten o'clock. In this way, a blood shed began. Although my sister is only 7 years old and I am 9 years old, it is normal to play this kind of game. At the last ten o'clock, I was beaten 200 times, while my sister was beaten 180 times. I have to admit that I'm unlucky. I saw that I was lying on my sister's lap. My sister took off my underwear and skirt, threw it on the ground, picked up a cotton swab and dipped it in alcohol. That's all I have. Because my sister was beaten hard by me, and she didn't have much strength to beat me. The former 180 move is no different from not hitting me. Later, she picked up the steel rule, poured some water on my ass and hit my vagina with the back of the steel rule with all her strength. Everyone knows that the vagina is the most vulnerable place for girls, and my vagina hurts like hell. Later 1 1, my sister fell asleep, so I quietly pulled off her underwear, put it on her mouth, and touched her ass and fell asleep. I woke up and found my underwear missing. I was so angry that I pushed my sister down on the table and spanked her with a ruler. No matter how my mother punished me, I admitted it. At this time, my sister told my mother about it. My mother said that my sister and I would come at once and let him punish you. I'm not afraid. After a while, my cousin really came, walked up to me and let me lie on the table. I didn't lie down. She held my head and hands and let my sister spank me. My cousin 15 years old, has great strength. I can't stand it at once. Have to admit defeat.
Later, my cousin didn't go to high school because of cruelty and went to work in other urban areas. Then my sister was beaten because she didn't want to play the piano. Seeing his eyes again, I have to say one word, it! I walked into our room and silently wrote a poem:
Yongmei was demoted to write poetry because she didn't want to play the piano.
Today, I rise and fall in the west, but I don't want to play the piano. My sister looks sad, so I'm not worried about her anymore.
Today, my sister was badly sung, and being demoted was purely an act of god. I hope you can recite this poem and never be annoying again.
This time, my sister was caught again. I'm glad to see that. I broke the fish tank because I was naughty. All the fish in the fish tank are my mother's favorite. This time, my sister can't escape. My sister said, "Why don't you smoke less and let me clean up our house!" " My mother agreed. I had to call 50 times, but I only called 20 times. I was going to sweep the floor and clean the table ten times. So my sister is ready to be beaten. She was beaten a few days ago and still had marks on her ass. My sister started talking again, saying that my sister beat me every day and bullied me every day. Why didn't you hit her? I told you, is there any proof? She said the mark on her ass was! I was just about to say that my mother stopped me and said, "although I don't know if this is true, if my sister doesn't tell lies, I will hit you five times!" " "If I have fewer times, just hit me first. My legs hung down and my upper body hung down on the table. My mother hit me five times with her hands hanging down and told me that I know my sister often bullies you. I only hit you to pretend that my sister saw it. I happily lifted my skirt and hid in the corner to watch. My sister came up, took off her underpants and said, My mother hit me with great strength and hit 10. My mother said I would punish you! So I watched and wrote another song for my sister.
The singer was given a poem for framing others.
Our sister framed us for being beaten, and we jumped for joy. As long as freedom is connected with freedom, it has nothing to do with bullying.
Reciting poems with water in my mouth is boring, and I don't want to do it. Just because you are too greedy, you should be beaten.
This time, my sister can't escape from my palm. My mother doesn't trust him because she often tells lies. One day, my sister was sitting in a chair doing her homework. I pushed my sister onto the table and gave her a good beating. My sister was lying on the table, not knowing what to say, showing melancholy eyes. I also know how painful it is not to be trusted. Finally, I settled my sister down, turned on the computer and wrote this unique pen:
The last word-the pain of not being trusted
Although the pain is limited, it is not better than the trust ahead. Adventure without trust is like a bird without wings.
I wrote this masterpiece because that day, not to let my sister read it again. There is no journey just for trust, so it is not trustworthy.
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