Sister hung the rattan and whip in the most conspicuous place in the living room, constantly vigilant of Xiao Yu. Whenever Xiao Yu made a mistake, she always resorted to her trio of quibbling, acting coquettish, and trying to run away, thinking her lies were perfectly crafted. Little did she know that Sister saw through everything as clearly as a mirror. With one hard yank and a leg clamp, Xiao Yu was firmly locked in place by Sister, bent over her lap. Pain mingled with shame as it washed over her, and Xiao Yu couldn’t help but squirm. At that moment, Sister’s soft “Hmm?” wasn’t loud, but it carried enough warning weight—Xiao Yu knew it was her final chance. If she didn’t behave, Sister would strap her to the punishment rack and whip her. So she quietly settled on Sister’s lap. When the rattan sliced through the air and landed, she only let out a muffled groan. Her butt trembled like sifting chaff, yet she didn’t dare move, obediently waiting for the next strike of the rattan……