It was in the 90s, I was 10-12.

My mother was fooling me because I was studying badly.

I was constantly beaten by the belt, and my father did not pay any attention to it.

Once again, I brought home another portion of the two. the mother of the psychanula, gave my father the belt, and ordered him to beat me with the belt, for what he did. The father took the belt, took me to another room, closed the door (holding the belt in his hand) and said:

Let’s just sit down, let’s let the mother squeeze.