Deficit

The only exception is the cane.

The two-foot-three-foot-long wisteria is as thick as Mousse's little finger.He no longer remembers exactly when his elder brother began to use "family law" to restrain him.However, as he grew up, his cane changed many roots.

When ordering each piece, it is measured from the position below the second knuckle of the little finger, without adding or subtracting one point.

Now this one, Mousse lowered his head, probably because he has grown up, and his fingers have also been shaped, and the days of using it are not short.

Only under the education of his elder brother, he learned how to obey this family law properly. Regarding the maintenance of rattan products, Mousse believes that his knowledge is no less than that of any expert.

Mousse pursed her lips, and pulled the cane out of the pineapple cabinet.Raising his hands flat, he walked forward step by step. The floor in the inner room was not paved with marble, but more primitive blue bricks. Every step he took was very firm. Although his steps were light, they still carried a bit of a heavy breath. .It's like family law in your hands, no matter what, it's irresistible.

When he was two and a half steps away from Mu Chan, Mu Si stopped.

Mu Chan sits high on a koan chair made of iron pear wood, the back of which is indistinguishable from the exquisitely carved chair back with cloud and dragon patterns. He has always disliked furniture from the Qing Dynasty, which is too arty if it is too polished.This chair is an exception.Any design is picky to the point of nitpicking, complexity is sometimes a kind of respect.

All the furniture in this room was improved and designed by Mu Chan himself after consulting the classics.Mousse still remembers that when he was very young, his elder brother took him around to pick wood, or spend all night flipping through books and drawing pictures. As he joked, this room is probably the most "expensive" in the entire Mu family. .Sometimes when I think about it, I don't know whether to be grateful or ironic, how much painstaking effort I have spent with such good intentions, it's all just to beat myself up.He still remembers exchanging the agarwood ruler for money when he was 14 years old.I can't remember how painful the beatings and lessons I have experienced, but later, I don't know how much effort I spent trying to get them back, but Mu Chan was burned without regret.So what about the unique rarity, could he teach his younger brother a lesson with the board that others have scratched?

Mousse stood firm, lowered his waist, and raised the cane above his head.He took another half step back and knelt down respectfully.The arm is straighter, please punish, it is necessary to behave.When you come to this room, you need to behave in any way.

Mu Chan took his arm off the desk and stood up, and Mu Si felt his heart beat faster instantly.He knelt there with a low eyebrow and could only see his brother's shoes, pushing towards him bit by bit.

Then, his hand was suddenly empty, and the cane was already in the hands of my brother.

As if a breath suddenly fell down, Mousse only felt a piece of emptiness in his heart.He slowly withdrew his hand, placed it by his side, knelt there and waited quietly.

Mu Chan nodded, turned the rattan sideways, and pointed lightly along the corner of the wall.

Mu Si knew that there was a large flat-headed table made of huanghuali wood with clamps and tenons. Mu Chan liked the style of the Ming Dynasty, so he didn't change it, and made one according to the same pattern.He always said that the Ming Dynasty was a dynasty with a strong character.At this time, Mousse would think in his heart, isn't it Penglai Wenjian Jian'an bone?

Now, he naturally doesn't have any thoughts to think about these things. The most direct reaction is that he doesn't like this thing.

You have to lie on your stomach and beat each other, that is to say, my brother will not be beaten lightly.However, if he could choose, he would rather choose the specially improved Tie Li Chi pattern scroll desk.At least, it will be more relaxed if you can lie down more comfortably.

Mu Chan didn't care about his entanglement at all, just stared at him fixedly.Eyes without any hint, just watching.

Mousse stood up.I don't know how to put it, no matter how many years, even after growing up under his cane, undressing in front of him, I still feel shy.

He is a 21-year-old man who already has his own career and glory, but he has to take off his pants under his brother's family law.

But what if you don't.He is no longer the 14-year-old in the rebellious period.Regarding the issue of face, Mu Chan has never made any explanations, but when Mu Si teaches the trainees, he will say that since he has made a shameless mistake and has a little shame, he will put the remaining face to himself. Quietly put away.He thought, this is probably the reason why he is not as good as his elder brother. The elder brother's reasoning has never been explained in such a way that it has been broken apart and crushed without any majesty.

Mousse put his hands on the waistband of his trousers.Knowing that he was going to be beaten, he chose loose home pants, which were absolutely soft and comfortable.Many people say that three generations of officials only know how to dress and eat.Not counting the prominent ancestors thousands of years ago, from Mr. Mu to his generation is exactly the third generation.Although they are not comparable to the wealthy families like the Qiu family and the Lu family, they have also learned some noble enjoyment, which corresponds to the same exquisite naughtiness.What's more, the elder brother Mu Chan who raised him since he was a child is a person who has lived his life beyond the artistic conception.Mousse is very good at dressing, even if it is only casual home clothes.No matter the cut fabric, it is impeccable.Especially, even if you are beaten to the point of immobility, it won't be too hard to put it on again.

He took off his clothes and pants and put them neatly on the small table beside him.The underwear left on her body was all pure white.

Mu Chan looked at him, watching him bow his head and take off his white socks.He is spotless, and he is satisfied with his younger brother's self-consciousness and self-discipline.

Underwear and socks, which are invisible to others, he is paranoid and even has an autocratic attitude of a feudal patriarch. He only allows mousse to wear white, and he must keep it clean at all times.Even if he was thrown into the grove where he had to cross the swamp to practice, the first thing Mousse did when he returned to the dormitory was not to lie on the bed to breathe, but to squat by the pool and wash his socks.

White, and only two pairs can be replaced a week, there is no reason, must be kept absolutely clean.Any hateful sweat or dirt can only be exchanged for a ruthless cane.Mousse still remembers how Mu Chan stood by the pool with a cane and asked him to kneel there to wash a pair of football socks until they were torn.If I was caught by my brother, there would be no soap or washing powder, so I kept rubbing my hands until they were clean.

Mousse took off his shoes and socks, leaving only a white cotton vest and white underwear of the same texture. He stood next to the golden section of the table, even though he knew that there was no room for turning around, he still didn't He couldn't help but look back at his brother.

Mu Chan was standing half a meter away from him, with a cane in his hand, expressionless.

So, Mousse resigned to his fate, slowly took off his underwear, and lay down on the table.

Some cold.

Mu Chan came over, and gently pressed his waist with his left hand, which was not holding the cane.

"Brother—" Mousse's voice was a little apprehensive.

Mu Chan looked at his younger brother, who had been forced to exercise by him since he was a child, with a perfect figure, broad shoulders, narrow waist, hips, long legs, and his skin had the unique luster of young people.

Even the tense muscles are definitely in line with the aesthetics of male strength in any era.

His hips, after all these years of lessons, still can't relax completely.But such a state made his figure more beautiful, and his lines more smooth and round.

"Do you want me to teach you the rules from the beginning?" Mu Chan's voice was very quiet, not cold, but too deep with the rattan stick resting on the table.

He stood here, under his gaze, was every inch of Mousse's body.He clearly saw that his younger brother shivered.Then, he moved his body down slightly, and his arms slowly supported the case, strong and powerful.But he buried his head deeply and opened his legs.The most shameful part was exposed to my brother without reservation.Mousse blushed instinctively.

But Mu Chan didn't raise his cane, "From the moment you walk in here, you should have the awareness to be ready to accept the lesson at any time. Twenty strokes, small punishment and big warning, I hope it can help you calm down."

Twenty is an absolutely terrifying number.This was completely beyond his expectations.Mousse pursed her lips tightly, and the skin exposed to the air had a thin layer of goosebumps due to tension and shyness.Even before the cane was attached to his body, his buttocks were already numb.

"If your arms and waist are still weak, I don't mind giving you a new training plan starting today." Mu Chan's voice was very calm, with a superior scrutiny.

"I'm sorry, yes." When the elder brother held the cane in his hand, the second option besides obedience was absolute obedience.

Mousse's arms were straightened up, and naturally, his hips were also raised higher.

The hips and waist line connect the straight legs with a graceful arc, healthy and powerful.

Mu Chan chose the most suitable angle for dropping the whip.

"Swoosh! Pop!" The first time, without reservation.

The rattan stick fell on Mousse's white buttocks, and the red purlins burst out immediately, and then swelled up at an incredible speed.

Mousse bit his lips fiercely, holding the hands of the case with great force. In this posture, the case is a bit long, and his legs are too awkwardly divided, and his breathing is no longer very comfortable.However, he didn't move.As he'd always known, any wobbling would only prove that the recent physical training had been very substandard.

It took a long time for Mousse to let out a breath, "One."

Mu Chan standing behind him shook his head.The second time I hit the cane, it didn't land on his buttocks, but it was drawn towards his white underwear hanging above his knees.It hurts more on the legs than on the buttocks, and such thin underwear can't resist the pain at all.However, the cane did not touch the flesh, so this stroke was not considered punishment.

"one."

The third time, the strength was heavier, but still through the underwear.

"one."

The fourth time, the same.

"One." Mousse reported the number in his mouth, and he didn't know how many grievances he felt in his heart.He didn't know what he did wrong to be made things difficult by his brother. Even though the pain was so painful that even cold sweat fell on the pineapple wood desk, he still kept his legs stable and did not tremble. He really didn't know what was needed. place to correct.

On the fifth hit, Mousse's count was still one.Uncomfortable posture and an absolutely restless state of mind held the suffocated breath in his chest and lungs, and he couldn't get it out.

The cane in the sixth stroke was heavier, and it hit the same position as the fifth stroke.Mousse knew that this was punishment.Punish him for not understanding what was wrong until now.

The seventh stroke was too tricky, the rattan rod rubbed against the back of his thigh, instead of hitting, it was pulled down like a whip.

"call out!"

The pain was too sharp, and the fine quality underwear was scratched.