Juhua saw his sly little look. 'If I back down even a little,' she thought, 'I'll never get him under control today.' So, she unceremoniously swung the ruler and smacked it hard against his bottom. As she struck him, she yelled, "No crying! If you dare cry, you won't get any dinner tonight. Or you can just get lost and go home."
She'd been wanting to smack him for a while now. 'This kid is just asking for it! He's wearing his thick, padded winter clothes anyway, so it won't do any real harm.' In fact, what she really wanted was to pull his pants down and smack his bare bottom a few times. Otherwise, he'd never learn his lesson.
Laicai had never been hit like this before.
Even though he was wearing thick winter clothes, he could feel that Juhua was putting all her strength into it. It was completely different from the light taps his grandma gave him. If it weren't for all the layers, his butt would have been in for a world of hurt.
