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clair-iris-and-the-temper-tantrum
"Iris, are you alright?" asked Clair.
"No, I'm not," groaned Iris, who was in the middle of trying to build a model ship, "This one part here is really difficult. I can't get it to attach."
"Would you like my help?" Clair offered.
"No, thank you, Aunt Clair. I can manage," Iris replied and quickly went back to her model. But as she continued trying to attach the difficult piece, it dislodged again. "Oh, Stop it!"
"Iris, maybe you should leave the model for a little bit and do something else," Clair suggested.
"I'm fine, Aunt Clair," Iris insisted. Clair didn't seem convinced, but backed off and allowed Iris to try and continue her model.
Then, with a crack, the difficult piece broke.
"OH, STUPID THING!!" Iris screamed.
"OK, Iris, I really think you should leave the model alone now," said Clair, "It's stressing you out."
"NO!! I WANNA FINISH THE STUPID MODEL!! STOP RUINING IT FOR ME!!"
"Iris, there's absolutely no need for that."
"OH, SHUT UP, YOU HAG!!"
As soon as the words left Iris' mouth, she regretted them. Clair looked at her with a face that could melt stone.
"What did you just call me?"
Iris could only stumble over her words as Clair picked up her hairbrush, took her niece by the ear and dragged her all the way upstairs to the bathroom. She was breathing through her nose quite heavily, clearly trying to keep herself from getting angry. Once they arrived, Clair put the hairbrush down, stood Iris in front of the sink and picked up a bar of soap.
"Open your mouth," she said.
Iris whimpered and kept her mouth firmly shut. She had never had a soaping before.
"Open. Your. Mouth."
With a small cry, Iris weakly did as she was told. Clair immediately inserted the soap and Iris gave a squeal of disgust as the soap made contact with her tongue.
"And don't you dare spit it out until I tell you to," said Clair firmly, before picking Iris up, sitting down on the toilet and setting her niece over her lap, "Throwing a temper tantrum is bad enough, but I won't tolerate that language in this house."
In a flash, both Iris' trousers and underpants were pulled down. Then Clair grabbed her hairbrush, raised it high, then bought it down hard on her niece's little bottom.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
For the next few moments, Clair continued to spank Iris again and again. Iris could only give muffled squeals as her punishment continued. She'd gotten the hairbrush many times before, but this felt harder than any spanking she'd received before.
Soon, Iris' bottom was a bright red and tears lined her eyes. Clair stopped the spanking and Iris thought for a moment that her punishment was over. That was, until Clair pulled her trousers and underpants further down, exposing the back of her thighs.
"Iris, I need to make sure you never do this again," she said, "So you're getting a special punishment from me today."
Iris could only whimper as Clair then did something she had never done to Iris before - she bought down the hairbrush across her little thighs. Iris gave even louder squeals and very nearly dropped the soap, as Clair delivered ten hard WHAPS to each leg.
Finally, Clair stopped. She put the hairbrush down, but kept Iris over her lap. She was sobbing badly, her mouth frothing from the soap, her bottom red and her thighs quite pink. Clair just let her cry for a bit... and then, after a while, she took hold of the soap.
"OK, you can let go now."
Iris immediately spat the soap out and Clair put it to one side, before lifting her niece up and giving her a big hug.
"I-I'm sorry, Aunt Clair," Iris cried.
"It's OK, Iris," Clair said gently, stroking Iris' hair, "I forgive you."
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