Red and white

Xiaoying was a pure and innocent college student . Although her knowledge made her more cultured than most girls, she was still in her adolescence and sometimes couldn't help but be
as straightforward and willful as other girls, and prone to mischief. Although I was her friend and older brother, and we were very close and shared similar thoughts,
she was still a little sister to me, even though she was maturing both physically and mentally. Especially the youthful vitality she exuded made me
cherish and love her even more. In my discipline and help for her, since spanking was our unspoken "family rule,"
it was common for her to take off her pants and expose her buttocks in front of me. Because our moral character was very similar, there was no concern about avoiding suspicion, and others had no idea that she had been spanked in front of a man more than once. To others, being spanked was humiliating, but between us it was an unspoken understanding. She knew when to obediently expose her buttocks to be punished
without my scolding or instructions.
Although I, in my youth,
inevitably felt sexually aroused when I inflicted various punishments on her smooth, fair, and exceptionally full buttocks, it was only in my heart. Her pure heart calmed me down. Even though her buttocks often displayed indescribable
postures while being beaten, and she would occasionally let out moaning sounds, in my mind she was absolutely a pure girl, forever inviolable.

Ever since that "exam paper incident," I was furious and inevitably went too far, using every kind of discipline imaginable to beat her sexy buttocks (the
buttocks those boys had been eyeing for so long), leaving them battered and bruised, in excruciating pain. However, driven by a desire to improve herself and increase her motivation, and emulating the ancient
methods of "hanging one's head from the rafters and pricking one's thigh with an awl," she was willing to accept new forms of discipline for her buttocks. But there was one principle: punishment could only be applied to the buttocks; no other
parts of the body could be penalized, and during punishment, only the buttocks should be exposed, avoiding the exposure of other parts. This was a principle she firmly adhered to: "
The buttocks can be punished, but dignity cannot be violated." I remember once when I was punishing her, she had put on a pair of self-made punishment pants beforehand—
basically, pants with a large round hole cut out of her buttocks. When she lay down, her full buttocks were indeed fully exposed. However, when I raised the whip to lash her "carefully
prepared" buttocks, the edge of the "buttock hole" on the pants always lifted slightly, covering
a small portion of her buttocks, due to the twisting of her buttocks and the whip's edge brushing against them. And every time I hit her, I made sure every inch of her buttocks felt the pain. When I ordered her to get up and take off all her pants
, she stubbornly refused. I was furious that time and later tore her punishment pants in half. However, she later came to her senses, realizing that since she was being
spanked by a close friend like an older brother, there was no need to worry about saving face. But as her older brother, I understood her feelings, and from then on, when punishing her, I
tried to be more careful to protect her private parts and prevent her from having any other bad thoughts. Although some inappropriate areas were inevitably exposed, and sometimes she
was even stripped naked and spanked, I always took care not to hurt her emotionally. However, it should be noted that the anus was an exception, because the use of torture on the anus is still preserved in family law
and does not go beyond the area of the buttocks.

To explain how I adopted new methods of punishment for her bottom, I must first explain that when I formulated these practical family rules, I fully considered
the combination of leniency and severity, and the scientific and effective approach. When administering these punishments to her bottom, I also combined punishment with education, pain with comfort, and unbearable pain with unforgettable pain
, in order to effectively encourage her to recognize her mistakes, correct them, and ultimately strive for better learning. Of course, the previous family rules were retained, but their application was slightly modified: for example
, the original rule was to use a ruler to spank her bottom for minor offenses, but in previous punishments, this was a piece of cake for her bottom. You could say that I discovered her
bottom had developed considerable resilience and defense against being hit with a ruler. Why do I say this? During this punishment, she was usually prone on my lap.
When her buttocks were being struck with the ruler, I noticed her buttocks wriggling on my lap and her cries of "Ouch, ouch!" There was an element of feigned pain involved (not that she did
n't feel any pain at all, but it still had some deterrent effect). Even when I raised the ruler, her buttocks would deliberately undulate in pain, intentionally veering towards the raised
board, as if she had cleverly calculated the moment the board was about to fall. Within the limits of her ability to move (because I was holding her down), she tried to move as close as possible to the board.

She would avoid the more severe beatings to her buttocks by facing my cane. Therefore, I now make sure she gets a beating every day, regardless of whether she's made a mistake or not, without fail
, and without any excuses to escape, as a warning. Otherwise, she'll be punished with both the cane and the rattan whip. This makes her much more obedient. Every night before bed, the first thing she
does is expose her buttocks and await the cane's instruction, unless I grant her a reprieve. As for the cane and rattan whip, these are now used for general offenses, but the method
has changed. She must be placed on a rack, and bound during the punishment to increase the force of the whipping. It's not
enough for her to just place her buttocks anywhere on a bench or bed; she must be properly positioned for the beating! The rack was specially made for her size, which saved me a lot of trouble;
I didn't need to design an adjustable sliding bar. However, during the process of me designing and making this torture rack, I often made her lie down, stand up, and squat down, trying to assume the positions I
required for her buttocks to be spanked. The changes in her expressions were both funny and exasperating. One moment she was innocently amused, and the next she was filled with helplessness at the thought that it was
specifically for spanking her buttocks.

This wooden rack was highly practical for spanking the victim's buttocks. It was generally L-shaped, allowing for various positions: standing, kneeling, lying down, sitting… and so on. When standing,
it could be used to thrust the buttocks directly backward; when kneeling, it could be a kneeling position; when lying down, it could be a prone position; and when sitting,
it could be used to allow the buttocks to reflect on the lingering pain of punishment. The specific posture used for spanking varied depending on the individual circumstances. The rack's design theme was simply "buttocks"—everything
was designed and arranged with the buttocks as the target.

The rack was a cold, smooth stainless steel cylinder, designed so that her face was pressed against it, her arms wrapped around her wrists, tightly
bound together. This ensured her upper body was pressed against the cylinder without any gap. To prevent her head from being twisted to one side,
a round hole was placed above her neck, with small ventilation holes around its sides. This allowed her face to face the hole during spanking, preventing her from being forced to one side
and silencing her cries of pain. Wide leather straps were used as footholds to prevent her from moving her legs when her buttocks were in excruciating pain.
Two leather straps hung from an iron ring halfway up, used to tightly bind her waist, forcing her buttocks to involuntarily thrust backward. This thrusting of the buttocks allowed her to
be severely whipped with large bamboo boards and rattan whips. The rack was flat, movable, and adjustable, with a slightly flattened, rounded shape. This meant that when she lay prone, both
sides of her buttocks were fully exposed, allowing her to withstand all-around whipping and beatings while the angle and posture of her buttocks could be adjusted at any time. There were two
deep indentations in the middle of the rack, called kneeling pits, used to force her into a kneeling position, which could be fully utilized for spanking and anal splinting. If I were to spank her in this position, I would
raise the upper part of the rack slightly, making her upper body comfortable and bound, while I held the whip behind her and lashed her kneeling buttocks. Regardless of
the position, her buttocks remained isolated in the center of the rack, secured by a rope threaded through her thighs to further accentuate their shape and prevent movement,
except for the trembling flesh after each beating… Various instruments of torture specifically for the buttocks were hung on the back of the rack, including boards of various sizes, rattan whips, and needles…
A "hygiene box" lay quietly beneath the board, also specifically for her buttocks, containing disinfectant cotton balls soaked in alcohol, gauze, tweezers, and other care supplies.
Before each punishment, I would disinfect her buttocks, and the instruments of torture used would also be sterilized. Frankly, despite the repeated beatings, Xiao Ying's buttocks
remained remarkably youthful, a result of my meticulous care before and after each punishment.

Okay, I'll describe the scene of her buttocks, so clearly exposed on the rack, inseparable from the board, later. Since this rack was invented, Xiaoying's buttocks,
under the daily "kiss" of the ruler she kept by her bedside, have been enduring it silently, burying herself in her studies, striving to keep her buttocks away from this rack. I really didn't want to disturb
her. However, I felt it necessary to remind her that while the rack was being made, a new form of discipline had also been prepared for her buttocks. I thought she might want to make a
mistake, but she wouldn't dare to be punished. Unexpectedly, she seemed indifferent after hearing this. I knew she hadn't experienced it before and thought it was no big deal, but I was deeply dissatisfied with her attitude
. If I didn't let her experience it, she wouldn't know the consequences, and it wouldn't have any deterrent effect. So I immediately slapped her. She was a little taken aback.

She raised her head, rolled her eyes at me, and said, "Brother, why did you slap me?" I snapped, "Still arguing? Go stand properly by the rack!" She pouted and said, "You're going to
hit me even like this?" I glared at her and said, "What? You're not happy? I'll just hit your butt instead of your mouth!" She stood sullenly by the rack, not daring
to talk back. Seeing her somewhat aggrieved look, I softened my tone and said to her, "It's not that I'm punishing you on purpose, it's just that you don't know what's good for you. Show your butt,
lie down." She turned her back to me and started unzipping her pants, moving down. After a brief silence, her buttocks trembled slightly as they were exposed. "Lie down! Hands and feet together."

I tied her ankles together and secured her to the flat surface, then bound her wrists behind her back with rope knots. With her head down, she suddenly said, "Brother,
I won't accept being spanked today." I said to her, "Oh, you'll accept it. I won't spank you hard today, but I need to show you the severity of torture, otherwise you won't be afraid
."

Unaware of the severity of the family punishment she was about to face, she cried out in grievance and fear. I took out a box of mentholatum, opened it, and she
turned her face to look at it, smelling the cool scent. She said, "If you're going to hit me, then hit me. What's the use of applying this stuff? I don't want it." I said, "This isn't something to disinfect your buttocks.
I'm not going to hit you today, just bear with it." As I spoke, I easily parted her anus, hidden in the flesh of her buttocks, and slowly applied the grease into it with my finger
... She was somewhat surprised, but remained calm because she didn't feel any pain. However, when I poked my finger deeper into her anus, I noticed her lips
twitched slightly, indicating discomfort, and her anus tightened in resistance to my intrusion. After applying the grease, I carefully wiped away the remaining grease from her anus
and blew a few breaths into it. I then tied her to the rack and ignored her, going to the outer room to read. Just two minutes later, I faintly heard her
voice coming from the inner room: "Brother, brother! Come on, come in quickly..." I ignored her and continued reading my book. About ten more minutes passed, and her
cries became more desperate: "Brother—brother, brother...come here..." Seeing that the time to discipline her had come, I pushed open the door and walked over to her, deliberately asking
, "What's wrong? Did you call me for something?" I saw her bare, white buttocks, which hadn't been hit, wriggling restlessly, but because her buttocks were also restrained
, she couldn't even wriggle too much. "I...I...it's so itchy, so itchy!" she answered urgently. I asked, "Where does it itch? Is your bottom itchy? Should I spank you?"

She stammered, "My...my butt itches, it hurts so much! Please get the paddle and spank my bottom, please, please..."

As she spoke, her buttocks twitched helplessly, her anus contracting and relaxing deep inside as if an ant were crawling there… I said to her, “Spanking?
I won’t spank you today. Don’t you have class tomorrow? You won’t be able to sit still if I spank you. Just leave it tied up like this all night.” As I spoke, I
opened some mentholatum: “Here, the effect has weakened a bit, right? I’ll add some more to your little anus.” She wiggled her buttocks and said, “No, no, no, please don’t! Spank
me, spank me hard!” Seeing her discomfort, I released my grip on her anus and said, “Fine, I’ll grant your wish and let your buttocks taste
the flavor of braised pork.”

I removed the instruments of torture from the hooks on the rack and tightened the cotton rope binding her buttocks at the base of her thighs a little more, making her buttocks
slightly part. Perhaps unable to bear the itching in her anus, the flesh that should have trembled a few times was instead held back by her buttocks. I didn't care about anything else, and I didn't even perform the usual
disinfection procedure on her buttocks (because I didn't intend to beat her severely). I picked up the paddle and whip and struck her buttocks heavily in turn! Normally, her buttocks would have
cried out for their parents long ago after being beaten like this, but this time she only groaned twice. It was clear that she was trying her best to endure the pain. She had actively chosen the pain in her buttocks over the itching in her anus, because
the pain temporarily masked the unbearable feeling in her anus. I only hit her for a while, I don't know how many times, and then I stopped and said to her, "Since you asked to be hit today, I'll
spare your buttocks." She soon cried out, "Hit me, hit my buttocks hard, I..." Her softened buttocks seemed to be eagerly anticipating it. But I didn't continue
beating her. I left her alone on the rack overnight. To keep her warm, I covered her upper and lower body with a blanket, leaving only her already naked, round
buttocks exposed to the darkness… In the morning, the first thing I did after brushing my teeth and washing my face was to untie her from the rack. She had been in pain for most of the night.

Without a word, she ran straight to the bathroom. I scolded, "Why are you running? Can't you clean yourself? Come here, I'll clean you up." She didn't say anything,
went to the toilet, and then obediently ran back to my side. I took out tweezers and alcohol swabs, and had her lie face down on the rack with her buttocks facing upwards . After adjusting the height of the flat board, I had her
kneel with her legs spread apart, her legs clamped between the sides of the flat, round board, which was the same width as her body. Her lower abdomen naturally pressed tightly against the board, making her buttocks stand out very clearly, her anus
budding. I used metal tweezers to hold the damp cotton balls and repeatedly wiped her anus, occasionally injecting warm water into her now peaceful anus with a syringe
, then pulling it out, cleaning it back and forth many times. After that, I slapped her buttocks a few times with my hand, and they turned white and pink. He said, "If you misbehave again,
I won't just beat your bottom until it's bruised; I'll stuff it with red chili peppers that you wouldn't even dare to eat, or I'll catch two ants and put them crawling around your anus, then see if your bottom still deserves
a beating." She whimpered, "Brother, next time I make a mistake, please spank me hard. I don't want to be punished like this... It's so painful, worse than a spanking
." I said to her, who was much more relaxed now, "Oh, tomorrow you have to study hard in your review class. After the exam, if you're one point short of 100, you'll get
ten spanks on this rack, standing, kneeling, and lying down, one at a time, understand?" She nodded obediently, turned her freshly washed bottom towards my face, and said, "
Brother, my bottom understands."

I chuckled and casually smacked her bottom twice, saying, "A spanking is a spanking, a punishment is a punishment, but it's all for your graduate school entrance exam." Her
soft buttocks trembled, like ripples on water… Oh, a girl like water, a bottom like water, always maturing through wind and rain…
After her trial of punishment, Xiao Ying had tasted the unbearable pain of "family discipline." Whenever she slightly deviated from the rules, she would often recall the punishment her bottom had received, and dared not make any mistakes. That day, she
only scored 54 points on her math exam! Knowing that disaster was imminent, and that I would never easily let her bottom, which hadn't been spanked in so long, off the hook, she was terrified and dared not see me. But
she knew our agreement: as her older brother and mentor, if she made even the slightest mistake, she had to proactively report to me and obediently accept the "family discipline
"!

That day, she called me, saying she needed to speak with me. Hearing her low, hesitant voice, I knew she had committed a serious offense. Since
I was at work, I didn't ask her for details over the phone, but I knew her bottom would definitely be severely punished this time. So I immediately told her to go to the "family punishment" room alone and wait. I noticed her voice trembled when she said "oh" on the phone; after all, her bottom had become extremely sensitive
to pain from the entire "family punishment" process .

After work, I went straight to the "torture room," unlocked the door, and found Xiaoying already lying face down on the "spanking bench," with two cushions from the "torture bed"
placed under her abdomen to make her proud buttocks appear even higher. A "bamboo board" and a rattan whip were already placed next to the bench. She was wearing a neck-length sweater and tight pants,
which she had already pulled down to her buttocks, while her thighs were still tightly wrapped inside the pants. Her exposed pink and white buttocks looked pitiful at that moment. Seeing me enter,
she didn't dare turn around, only sticking her protruding buttocks up slightly. I sat down beside her and carefully examined the condition of her buttocks, which she had voluntarily raised. I felt that all her previous
injuries had healed completely; her buttocks were as good as new, the skin white and tender, the flesh loose. I pinched and kneaded the trembling flesh
of her buttocks for a while, finally parting the flesh slightly to reveal her bright red, rose-petal-like anus. The anus contracted and relaxed normally. I then inserted a finger
into her small anus and began to probe inside, feeling her anal sphincter contract gently yet powerfully, tightly gripping my finger… After this examination,
I determined that her buttocks were in perfect condition, able to withstand and suitable for the most severe punishment I could inflict. Although her buttocks had been lying face down for a long time and were a little cold
, losing the warmth they had when first exposed from her pants, the beatings and whippings would slow down the blood flow in her buttocks somewhat. At the same time, I saw
her math test paper spread out on the other table, with a bright red 54 in the score section! The entire test paper was covered with big red crosses, and I understood everything without even asking me.

With a livid face, I shoved the test paper in her face and said with a cold laugh, "Hmph, very well, I'll draw just as
many big X's on your cute little bottom later!" She looked at the test paper sheepishly, her face flushed, and looked helplessly at my face, which was even colder with anger, saying, "Brother..."

"I was wrong, and my bottom is all ready, look how high it's sticking up. I got 46 points wrong in math this time. According to the rules, 46 * 10 is 460. I've got the bamboo cane and the rattan whip
out. I've calculated it all. My bottom should get 230 strokes from the cane and 230 lashes from the whip..." I asked, "Really? You calculated it very accurately.
How do you measure the severity of the spanking? Hmm? Tell me!" She choked back a sob and said, "555, hit me hard, I admit it. I know I was wrong. If I don't admit it, hitting me will only make things worse
. I also know that if I don't get spanked for a while, my studies will slack off... 55." I didn't punish her immediately. I just gently patted her
bottom, which was sticking up high, and said, "Get up, put your pants on, and let's go out for dinner." I was afraid she would be hungry. She silently got up and put on her pants, then timidly asked me, "Can my bottom be spared punishment?" I glared at her fiercely: "You think you'll get off so easily? You'll suffer more if you eat your fill first!" Xiao Ying lowered her eyes
dejectedly .

During the meal, I ordered her favorite lobster and offered her some red wine. She refused, but I insisted, "Drink it to get some blood circulation in your backside! It'll help you get punished
." Only then did she obey. However, she ate very slowly because she was worried about the merciless whipping and punishment that awaited her.

After dinner, we remained silent the whole way back. Perhaps it was this silence that made Xiaoying even more uneasy, her heart pounding. Back in the torture cell,
Xiaoying began to pull down her pants and expose her buttocks in front of me. I deliberately kept quiet, and under my stern gaze, she bent over, her buttocks raised high. When I stood up,
she turned her buried face and timidly asked, "Brother, should I count?" I said, "No need, there's too much to hit. The main thing is to keep your buttocks in a good position and
not to wriggle too much." After saying that, I found a rope and tied her hands behind her back above her buttocks. But while tying her up, I realized that although
her upper body was pressed more against the bench and her buttocks were more prominent, she would be very tired and uncomfortable with this hand-tied position, which
would affect the severity of the beating. I only wanted her buttocks to be punished, even if it was badly beaten, and I didn't want to hurt her body. So I asked her opinion: "
Would it be more comfortable to tie your hands behind your back or to the legs of the stool?" Xiao Ying knew that being tied up while being beaten was never a "comfortable" experience, but she was always
obedient during punishment, knowing she couldn't escape it and never daring to talk back or disobey. She softly replied, "It's more comfortable to tie them in the front." I agreed to her
request and tied her hands to the legs of the stool on either side. To prevent her wrists from chafing when she struggled in pain on her buttocks, I specially covered the legs of the torture stool with a layer of
sponge. When binding her legs, I had her keep her feet together, ankles bound together, and then added an extra rope around her waist and knees (more like
soft cotton strips, because I didn't allow her to move her body while being punished on her buttocks, but also to avoid the thin, stiff rope injuring other parts of her body that didn't need to be painful during her
struggles). This secure binding allowed her buttocks to be more relaxed and more resilient during the punishment. Actually, while she was being tied up, she secretly sensed
the seriousness of this "family discipline" being carried out. Sometimes when I spanked her before, I wouldn't tie her up, keeping her from struggling within her tolerable pain range.
Even then, the spanking wasn't as meticulous as it was today. After completely binding her, I ordered her, "Twist your buttocks a couple of times to show me!" Confused, she obediently
wiggled her soon-to-be-punished buttocks a couple of times as instructed. "A few more times," I said, trying to be gentle to avoid intensifying her fear. I wanted her to understand that
even if the spanking hurt, it wasn't a big deal; she just needed to remember the pain and avoid repeating mistakes. She wiggled her buttocks a few more times, which was acceptable; her buttocks could still
move slightly, but her body couldn't move at all. This was the effect I wanted. Only in this way could she feel all the pain from the spanking.
If her buttocks were completely immobilized, it would reduce their elasticity and cause excessive physical harm. This was something I paid attention to when punishing her; otherwise, it would
contradict my intention to spank her out of love and care. After everything was ready, I noticed she was extremely nervous. Her bound body didn't seem to move
, but her buttocks, awaiting the beating, were heaving and contracting. To calm her down and make her buttocks more resilient, I gently pinched
and patted the flesh on either side of her buttocks to help her relax. At this moment, she was very obedient, her buttocks soft, but somewhat uneasy under my caresses. She let out a soft moan.

She said, "Brother, I think my buttocks will be rotten after today's beating. I just beg you to let me catch my breath and rest for a while when I can't take it anymore, okay?"
I replied, "This isn't something someone about to be punished can ask for. Today your buttocks will suffer unimaginable pain; you'll find out soon enough."
As I spoke, I stroked her still snow-white buttocks. Finally, I stood up and said, "Alright, buttocks, prepare yourselves. I'll begin the punishment." I heard her
take a barely perceptible deep breath. I raised the bamboo paddle and struck her buttocks, which she couldn't dodge, with a resounding crack! A loud sound followed a whoosh of wind
, echoing as her buttocks contracted desperately. "Ugh—ah," she groaned, trying to suppress the pain. Because no one in the torture chamber could hear her loud cries
, I didn't gag her, also to avoid obstructing her breathing. Besides, I usually didn't allow her to scream loudly during spankings, so her soft, low voice
had become a habit. With each strike, the flesh on her buttocks trembled violently, shaking for a while before finally stopping. After the trembling subsided, I
struck again… one strike, two strikes, three strikes, four strikes… Soon she cried out and whimpered, because my continuous beatings had caused her buttocks to become completely
red and swollen. *Smack! Smack! Smack!*—this endless pain was truly overwhelming for her buttocks. But what is punishment? Showing mercy would render it
ineffective. Because she was tightly bound, she couldn't move her body, only able to weep and wail, her buttocks raised, while she received every blow she deserved
. Her buttocks slowly turned from white to red, constantly twitching and contracting. After her buttocks had completed their "task of the paddle," I put down
the bamboo paddle that had been relentlessly "kissing" her buttocks hundreds of times, and picked up a leather whip. The pain it inflicted on her buttocks was different from the paddle; the paddle might be a dull ache, but the whip was an excruciating pain! *Smack!*
A long, sharp sound almost tore her swollen, bright red buttocks apart, leaving a bloody welt immediately. *Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!* The deep, powerful lashes of the whip
struck her buttocks repeatedly, leaving large marks... Her buttocks remained helplessly in their initial position, pert and swollen, no longer so white.
Each lash struck her bare buttocks, which she couldn't avoid, and the state of her buttocks was different from when the paddle struck; when the paddle struck, the flesh of her buttocks would dent, and
the moment the paddle left her buttocks, the flesh would quickly spring back and tremble for a moment; but when the whip struck her buttocks, it seemed to embed itself into the soft flesh, twisting and deforming her buttocks
. "Alas, poor Xiaoying, why did you only get 54 points on your math test? Is your buttocks itching with itch?" Xiaoying cried incessantly. But she
didn't know that the punishment for her buttocks wasn't over yet. She hadn't even gotten a hundred on her math test, and she had to resort to the ultimate punishment—dripping water from her anus!

After the spanking was finished, I began to untie the strips of cloth binding her feet. She was already immobile. As I moved her legs, she
groaned from the pain in her buttocks. I pulled down her pants, which had only covered her buttocks, and threw them onto another torture bed, leaving her lower body completely naked.
The contrast between her smooth, white thighs and her swollen, blood-stained buttocks was striking. While she remained prone, with her buttocks raised and her upper body bound, I
bent her legs into a slight kneeling position, spread her thighs to shoulder width, and then secured two posts next to the spanking bench,
binding her legs firmly to the posts at the thigh level. Thus, her anus protruded slightly. When her anus was parted, the skin in her buttocks was intact. This was because
her legs had been bound together during the spanking, the plump flesh of her buttocks clamping down on the skin around her anus. So, when her anus was parted after the spanking,
the good flesh there was even more visible. She seemed to understand what kind of punishment she was about to receive; her low sobs sounded somewhat distorted, because she had experienced
this torture before and knew how intense the anal dripping was. Due to this binding position, her buttocks had much more room to move than before, and they began
to sway restlessly. I slapped her buttocks, which were covered in fresh wounds, and she immediately winced in pain, her buttocks twitching. She pleaded, "Brother,
brother, my buttocks hurt so much! Today's pain is etched into my memory. I'll never dare to do it again. Why do you have to use this...this family punishment?" I said,
"Just you wait, today's the full package, you'll get your taste of it! Who told you to be so spineless and not have any self-control!" She knew she couldn't escape it today, and could only...

I gritted my teeth and endured this extreme family punishment. With everything prepared, I took out the "anal dripping device," filled it with 50cc of cool water, and adjusted the temperature to
around 70 degrees Celsius using polymer principles. The maximum temperature is 120 degrees Celsius. Why didn't I use the highest temperature to drip into her anus? Because that would cause blistering, while around 70 degrees Celsius was enough
to make her anus tremble with extreme heat and pain! You must have accidentally felt this kind of pain while showering or washing your buttocks. Your skin can tolerate certain temperatures, but
your anus absolutely cannot. It will make your whole body tremble, because the flesh inside the anus is the most tender part of the skin you can feel on the outside. Okay, now I began to
torture Xiaoying's anus. I carefully and cautiously used two fingers to separate her rose-red anus, and silently dripped granular water into it. Her anus,
like a flower bud waiting to be tortured, would normally bloom with a drop of dew, but unfortunately, it was destined for the torment of family punishment. I will use an "anal drip device"

The thin tip of the tube was aimed at her little anus, and after gently touching it, I slowly squeezed and kneaded. Just like that, a tiny drop of water silently slipped into her
anus, which I had opened with my fingers. It seemed gentle, as if I was cleaning her anus, but suddenly Xiaoying's whole body stiffened. Her red buttocks swayed from side to side and rose and fell up and down
, like she was dancing disco, but in obvious pain. I put down the dripping device, freeing both hands to grasp her painfully uneasy buttocks, and
gently parted her anus. Her anal sphincter was spasming uncontrollably, and Xiaoying cried out, "Ouch, ouch, brother, it hurts, it hurts so much,
ouch..." Punishment aside, I knew she was in pain, so I comforted her, saying, "It's good that you feel pain. Next time, you have to learn from your mistakes, okay? Bear with
it now, okay?"

I wasn't in a hurry to add the second drop, because I knew the pain from the first drop inside her anus would last for a while. I watched her anus tremble and
change until it calmed down. Then, I used two fingers to pry open her anus and dripped in the second drop. The anus, which had finally regained its
calm, trembled violently again at the scalding water, contracting so quickly that my two fingers holding her anus couldn't grip her
sphincter. I switched to both hands to hold her buttocks. The third drop, the fourth drop, six drops in total. Her buttocks twisted wildly before settling down, her anus trembled and then relaxed
. This was repeated six times. During this anal dripping, Xiaoying truly experienced unbearable pain. She whimpered and promised me she would never again use the anal
dripping method, while secretly vowing to study hard and achieve good grades to report back to me.

After the "dripping anus" (a euphemism for anal discharge), I untied her hands and feet. Xiaoying was freed from her restraints. Although the lingering pain in every inch of her buttocks and even her private anus was intense,
she was much calmer. Yes, she was in too much pain and too tired; she needed a good night's rest and some comforting. I let her lie on the bed naked from the waist down.
She struggled to lie face down on the comfortable, soft bed. Although there was no mattress or pillow under her abdomen to elevate her buttocks, the swelling made them appear even more prominent and high, given her already full buttocks
. I leaned down, put my arm around her shoulder, and kissed her pitiful face. I said gently, "Sleep now, I'll
stay by your side. Does your bottom hurt a lot?" She nodded like a docile kitten and said, "Yes, it hurts… This is the worst punishment I've
ever received for my bottom. I'll remember it." I teased her a little, "Oh, really? Are you going to get revenge on me when you're successful?" She stuck out her bottom and said, "Brother,
how could I dare? I'll obey your discipline. Although it hurts, I know you're doing it for my own good. Besides, I'll always be your little sister. No matter what happens to me in the future,
even if I finish my studies and get a job, I'll still obediently accept my big brother's teachings." I said to her, "Okay, good girl. But I still need to work on a comprehensive set of rules with you.
Today, except for the needle, I used almost everything else on your bottom. You've gained experience with bottom punishment. To prevent you from getting
a 'skin' from my spanking and becoming indifferent in the future, I'll devise some other bottom punishments to control your future behavior while you sleep."

After hearing this, she thought to herself: "I've already had a spanking today, so it doesn't matter if the punishment is any heavier or newer." So she said to me, "Whatever you say, I'll listen to you."

I tried to scare her by saying, "Okay, come on, now I'll put a needle in your butt, then you can sleep peacefully." She was shocked to hear that she was going to get a needle in her butt.

She hurriedly said, "Ah? Brother, no more! I... I can't take it anymore!" Because of the urgency, her buttocks were pulled, causing her to cry out in pain, "Ouch! Ouch! My buttocks
!"

Seeing that her buttocks really couldn't take any more punishment, I thought for a moment and said, "Alright, I originally wanted to have fifteen moxibustion needles (
the kind of thin, long needles used in acupuncture) stuck in each side of your buttocks before you went to sleep, and I'll spare you then. However, I said I would use the full set of family discipline today, and I can't go back on my word. So I'll make a
compromise and just stick five needles in each side of your buttocks. I'll pull them out after I'm done, so they won't be left in your buttocks. How does that sound?" Although Xiaoying still
couldn't quite bear it, she thought there was nothing she could do. It was already a very lenient treatment, so she obediently accepted it and nodded helplessly, saying, "Oh, could you be a little gentler?
Is my buttocks bleeding? Can you check?" I said, "It's alright. Now, when I'm going to punish your bottom, it's become asking for your opinion? Is this
punishment? No, I can't spoil you. Come on, get ready, bottom!" Seeing me open the needle case, she quickly said, "You said five needles on each side of my bottom, not more
!" I said, "I'll keep my promise. Now it's your bottom that's being punished, why are you making so many demands?" I picked up a needle and held it above her bottom
, pretending to prick it. Seeing her bottom flinch and dare not move too much, she looked so pitiful. She bit her lip tightly and closed her eyes. I
said to her, "I'm going to prick you now. Relax your bottom, otherwise the needle will break off inside your buttocks, and then I won't be able to help." She thought I made sense, and her red
bottom dared not move again. I held her bottom and gently touched the needle tip to her skin. I tried to choose a better spot on her bottom, because
it was difficult to find a place that could withstand the needle prick after the previous beating. She felt the thorn-like needles lightly touching her
buttocks, which had become extremely sensitive from being hit. She dared not move, only muttering to herself, "Ah, gently, gently." I steeled myself but carefully applied a little force, piercing the flesh with my finger
—not deep—and pulled it out after a moment. A bead of blood immediately welled up from her buttocks. I quickly plugged it with a sterile cotton swab…and asked her, "I've finished pricking this side of your buttocks,
how many more times over there?" She said, "Fifteen times over there too." While I was pricking, she didn't dare move her buttocks, and I operated like a doctor. She said
, "Brother, thank you for being so gentle, it doesn't hurt much." I said, "Really? Is your buttocks numb from being hit, so you can't feel the pain? Next time, after your buttocks have healed, I
'll specially test the family discipline of pricking your buttocks with needles, okay?" She lay there, too afraid to move, and said, "Oh, then don't try it, hehe." She actually
laughed for the first time. I slapped her bare buttocks and said, "What, are you happy now?" She cried out, "No,
my butt hurts." I said, "Then what are you laughing at?" She said, "Brother, it's because I feel that you actually care about me, even though you hurt my butt so much
."

I said, "Who told you to deserve a spanking!" Before I knew it, her buttocks were finished. She said, "Now my buttocks only ache slightly, but my anus still
hurts a lot."

I pried open her anus and looked inside, then said, "How about I get some ice cubes and stuff them up your anus?"

Time flies, and Xiaoying was going to live in another city not too far away to pursue her graduate studies. I felt a deep sadness, like a pregnant woman on a torture rack. I remember
the scene a few days before she left; her bottom and the rack bid each other a reluctant farewell… She said, “Brother, I’ll come back to see you often.” I said sadly, “Yeah, I hope you’re doing
well,” then smiled and said, “Now your bottom can be free from its torment.” She playfully said, “What are you talking about? I’m all like this because
of your training, how could I forget the kindness of ‘corporal punishment – kissing my bottom’?” Then she solemnly said to me, “Brother, I hope to receive
one more severe punishment before I leave, so that my bottom will always remember the pain between red and white.” I think this was perhaps her special way of comforting me before we parted. I said, "
Forget it, no punishment without a mistake." She smiled mischievously and said, "Then consider it a trial punishment for my buttocks." I said, "There's no new family rule, what's there to trial?"
She thought for a moment and said, "Hmm—let's call it 'warm punishment,' to learn from the past." I chuckled and said to her, "Hmm, you have a point. Your buttocks need to
'reflect' on it properly, so you don't forget the pain after a while." She smiled, tossed her hair, turned to face the rack, and calmly untied the...

She turned around, made a face, and asked, "Standing or lying down today?" I deliberately asked her, "Bamboo paddles or rattan whip today?" She said,
"Brother, let's have a good time today, don't use those ingenious anal tortures you have." That day, she posed in various positions on the rack, and I held
the bamboo paddles and rattan whip she had shoved into my hand, staring blankly at that alluring buttocks for a long time, not striking her, which made her embarrassed: "
Brother, what's wrong with you? Don't do this, show your usual power and hit her hard." I knew I had lost my composure, so I hurriedly raised the whip and struck her once. Her buttocks
twitched violently, oh, it hurt. She held her breath and said loudly, "Tie me up like usual, hit me hard." I knew she wanted me to tie her up because she really
couldn't bear the pain but didn't want to spoil the fun. To maintain my dignity, I suppressed my surging emotions and said to her, "Do you think I need to teach you how to hit me?! Watch me teach
you a lesson!" Then I tied her up tightly, making her round, plump buttocks look pitiful. After tying her up, I took out a sterilizer to disinfect her buttocks first. This
was a necessary preparation before I would administer harsher punishments to her buttocks. Her buttocks would always tremble before that, because she knew that when it was her turn to be disinfected before being spanked
, her buttocks would likely be a bloody mess. I would immediately give her trembling buttocks two slaps: "You're already this scared before even being spanked!"

...

At this moment, her buttocks were unusually calm, as if they were receiving some kind of sacred baptism.

I gently and carefully wiped her buttocks repeatedly with cotton balls soaked in alcohol. The flesh on her buttocks undulated and swayed with my gentle yet firm movements.
Her buttocks were very full, perky, and round, as if they were born to be spanked, unlike some women whose buttocks are too flat.
If you were to spank her buttocks with a paddle, it felt soft, fragrant, and gentle; your palm wouldn't hurt at all, but her buttocks would feel hot and arousing. Even if you were
to spank her with a paddle, the fleshy sensation of her buttocks would be subtly transmitted to your palm through the paddle in your hand, making you feel sorry for her. When I wiped
her anus with the alcohol-soaked cotton ball, I felt a rhythmic throbbing there. I deliberately lingered there for a longer time. Perhaps she understood my intention,
and obediently lay there silently, subtly making her buttocks appear even more docile and compliant. Perhaps she remembered how I had made her anus whimper and cry in fear. At that
moment, all I felt was tender affection… Although I had some impure thoughts, I restrained myself, pretending to routinely disinfect her bottom,
afraid of showing too much affection and making her uneasy. Because I had said she was a pure girl, and no one should dare to defile her. Actually, I wasn't
fulfilling my duty of spanking; I was just using the opportunity of disinfecting her bottom to hold a farewell ceremony with her and her bottom. Although I would still brand her bottom
with red marks, because I believe in either not spanking at all, or spanking as hard as possible! (Hehe, reality shouldn't be imitated; this is purely for atmosphere, spanking is just an
expression of affection.) I don't know how many times I spanked her before I was jolted awake by her increasingly pitiful cries of pain. Oh, that's enough, today isn't punishment. But her buttocks were already
red and swollen. I immediately threw away the whip in my hand, untied her, and she turned over and said to me in a voice that was full of pain, "Thank you for
punishing my buttocks so many times. It has spurred me to keep working hard and improve myself, to be a self-disciplined person. No matter where I go in the future, I will come back and atone for my mistakes with my buttocks."

She spoke with such reverence that I too became serious and solemnly admonished her, "While you're out there, firstly, you must maintain your integrity; secondly, you must achieve something in your studies. Regularly examine yourself and
record how many spankings you deserve. If you violate this rule, you will be severely punished!" I added, "Also, keep the ruler that used to punish you every day
with you, under your pillow. Reflect on your mistakes daily and always remember what I told you." After this explanation, we said goodnight. Three days later, she left
, walking with a light step. It seemed that she had willingly accepted the spanking three days prior, having already considered that her buttock injury would heal. She seemed to know how to manage herself well, which put my mind at ease.

A little over a month later, she wrote me a letter. She said she was doing well and adapting to life in her new place, but also mentioned that she
had skipped a class with a classmate because she was a bit playful and got scolded by the professor. She said that should have been enough for a good spanking, but because I wasn't around, she had relaxed her self-discipline…
Oh, I guess she still deserved a spanking. I immediately wrote back ordering her to come to me next Sunday to receive her punishment. Unexpectedly, she replied: "I will make things more interesting while I'm away."

She refused and tried to appease me with a bunch of nice things. So I replied, "I'm coming to your place to carry out the family discipline; please prepare your bottom." She panicked and
immediately called, asking for another week, promising to return the following Monday to be punished. I agreed, but told her I would double
the punishment for her bottom. I even sent her an animation of spanking via email. When I returned, I asked her about her well-being before getting to the point. I told her that although
we were being very polite after our reunion, I wouldn't be lenient with her bottom; she would be punished as she was supposed to. She said she only had two days off and hoped it wouldn't be too harsh
so as not to affect her schedule. I said I knew that, and I had already considered it. Later, she confessed that she had lost the ruler I had told her to carry with her,
which made me even angrier. She hung her head and remained silent. After a short rest, I put her on the rack. Because she was wearing a skirt and pantyhose, I had her take off the skirt
, and then I personally pulled her pantyhose down from her waist to above her knees. Her buttocks, which had been barely visible through the hazy pantyhose
, were now vividly and richly exposed, like a full moon, making the hard, cold rack gleam. To avoid being too harsh or too lenient, I decided
to use a gradual approach to make the pain in her buttocks deep and lingering. After routinely disinfecting her buttocks, I first had her face the pillar, her wrists tightly bound together
. Then I tied her waist to the pillar very tightly, her buttocks sticking out backward. I picked up a large bamboo stick and struck her buttocks extensively. "Ouch—
" As her buttocks were helplessly struck and protruded outward, she cried out in pain, facing the round hole. Thud, thud—thud thud, thud thud thud; 55, Ah…ah!

Ouch, 555555, but only the buttocks that were being slapped wanted to shrink inwards because their waists were tightly bound to the pillar, and could only stick outwards, facing the bamboo
slats that were being slapped at me. Because I used just the right amount of force, the buttocks were so painful but not swollen, they were just red and shiny, showing a painful sheen. Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, I removed the board and
untied her from the pillar. I made her lie face down on a flat board slightly narrower than her buttocks, her buttocks raised high in the middle of her body. I used the rattan whip to brand her bright red
buttocks with welts, one after another. The swishing sound of the whip and the cracking sound of the whip intertwined on her buttocks, and her painful groans sounded like background music. Seeing that the center of her buttocks was already red and swollen, I
put down the rattan whip and replaced it with a thin but slightly wider leather strip. I turned the board, slightly turning her buttocks to the left. I used the thin leather strip
to whip the still intact side of her buttocks, which I called "fine-tuning," not letting go of any inch of her buttocks. When one side was red, I turned her buttocks to the right and carefully whipped
her again. Poor thing, she was tied up very tightly and could not control herself. But she bit her lip tightly, and tears of regret for the beatings she deserved shed silently in her heart. Finally,
I parted her buttocks from the middle, clamped them with two large clamps, tied them securely with rope, and pulled them out to expose the tender flesh around her anus.
I then used the thin leather strap to whip the tender flesh into her buttock cleft, again and again. The tender flesh quickly became the same color as her entire buttocks, a bright red, and extremely sensitive to touch
. During the beating, because that area was less sensitive to pain and had many nerve endings, her anus trembled uncontrollably, almost causing the clamps to slip off. But I immediately
clamped them back on and used the thin leather strap to whip her uncontrollable anus repeatedly. After the punishment, her entire buttocks were bright red and swollen, but
I thought that after applying medicine, the swelling would subside overnight. However, the pain wouldn't disappear in just two days, and she had no choice but to go to school with the pain in her buttocks.

【over】

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