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Iris swore that she’d only turned away from the toaster for a little moment, only enough to cut up an orange (which somehow looked very wonky… it looked better when Barry or Mick did that, and it was just cutting an orange) when it suddenly smelled very burned, and when she turned around, flames were coming out of the toaster already, setting of the fire alarm and trying to singe the upper cabinets. She cursed, rushing over, grabbing a glass of water on her way. She’d just pour that over to put out the fire.
Then there was a gust of wind, and the glass disappeared from her hand, and then the balcony door was open, the smoking – but no longer burning – toaster outside, and Barry was standing in the kitchen, looking at her.
“Morning, babe”, Iris told him, trying to put on a convincing smile, but judging by Barry’s crossed arms and stern glance, that wasn’t working.
“I think someone broke the rules”, Len suddenly singsonged behind her, and Iris turned around with a sigh.
“I just wanted to make us some breakfast”, she protested, then swallowed as she saw Mick standing next to Len, glaring.
“Only Barry n I are allowed to cook breakfast, Lenny’s allowed to make sandwiches, you keep out of the kitchen”, he grumbled, walking up to Iris and grabbing her waist.
“I was just using the toaster!”
“No kitchen for you”, He repeated, and then she found herself lifted into the air for a few moments before she landed on the couch, sprawled out in a way that had made her skirt ride up already. “Safeword?”
Iris squirmed, but her panties were already being pulled down (and she’d put on such fancy ones to surprise her boys with later, too!) and she was hoisted onto Mick’s lap. Sighing, she reached out in front of her until Barry appeared there, taking her hands into his and kissing them.
“Safeword is McSnurtle”, she grumbled, and then hands were running over her behind. Not Mick’s, they were still holding her waist, but Len’s.
“Alright, we’re gonna spank you for setting the toaster on fire, punish you for getting into the kitchen and trying to cook without supervision”, Len explained, and Iris nodded with a sigh.
“I thought I was the Domme here.”
“You’re in a house full of switchy switches, love”, Barry reminded her, as if Iris could forget that she could have three subby subs one night, blissing her out of her mind with their body worship service kink, and three firm Doms the next morning, about to spank her ass for setting fire to the toaster. As if she’d wanted that.. it was just that the toaster hated her, she was sure.
“I know” she grumbled, and then relaxed into the couch. “Alright.”
“Don’t worry, we’re gonna make you a good girl again, love” Barry hummed, squeezing her hand. And then, she could feel the impact of Len’s leather-gloved hand already, sparking pain in her ass with how sharply he slapped her.
“Ow!” she cried, and Mick chuckled behind her.
“Sorry, Sunshine, you deserve it.”
Another spank hit her right away, and she knew that they weren’t joking around now. She guessed she could understand it, with their kitchen just having been newly set up a few weeks ago after Mick had made them invest in some industrial kitchen equipment to keep their speedster fed. And yeah… that was fair, she guessed, but also how should she know that the toaster would catch fire?
She winced at the next spank, just moments after the last one, and already, she could hear Len’s hand swish through the air again before landing on her bottom just as harshly as before.
“We love you, darling, but you really need to learn that some rules are not there to be broken”, Len told her while spanking her again, and already, she could feel tears rising to her eyes. Len did really not joke around when he was spanking, she knew that from when he watched him spank Barry, or even Mick. He went about it hard and fast, bringing home the lesson he wanted to teach ruthlessly.
And maybe he was right… maybe she was a bad girl, because she hadn’t waited for them, hadn’t woken Barry or Mick to help her make breakfast, like she knew she should do. She shouldn’t try it on her own, because despite many tries, they all knew she still did not know how to cook anything but that one brownie recipe. She really was a bad girl, disappointing them so much. She could have set the table for them nicely, or could have gone out to get breakfast from the cafe around the corner for them. But instead, she’d been bad and had tried to make toast again…
“I’m sorry, Sir”, she whispered, and could feel her hands being squeezed again even as Sir Len’s hand kept coming down relentlessly. “I’m sorry...”
“I know you are, sunshine”, Sir Barry whispered, kissing her hands again. “And we’ll make you into such a good girl again, and then we can all have breakfast together, just like you wanted.”
She nodded, feeling a tear run down her cheek as she was jolted forward again, held back from sliding off Sir Mick’s lap by his strong hands digging into her waist.
“Gonna be such a good girl again once you’ve learned your lesson”, he agreed, and Iris vowed to herself to learn this lesson so well, she’d remember it forever! No more cooking without her Sirs around. She had just wanted to make them a nice Sunday breakfast, but now she’d just angered them, and they had to set her right before getting to their well-deserved breakfast! She sniffled, and then Sir Barry crouched before her, lightly kissing her nose.
“Yes, that’s good, let it all out, darling”he whispered, and Iris leaned her head against his, squeezing his hand as she closed her eyes and let her tears escape.
“I’m so sorry, Sir”, she whispered, and Sir Barry hummed, kissing her temple.
“I know you are, my good girl.”
Good girl? Was she a good girl again, had she learned her lesson already? “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”, she sobbed, and Sir Len spanked her again, even more harshly, three more times, and then he gently rested his hands on her sore buttocks, letting her know that her punishment was over.
“You took that like a champion, good girl”, he praised, and Iris sobbed, letting go of Sir Barry with one hand to reach behind, trying to grasp Sir Len. What she got was Sir Mick’s hand, but that was just as well, she thought as she felt her hand being squeezed.
“Cuddles now, darling?” Barry asked, and Iris nodded, letting herself be lifted by strong hands and gently placed onto a pillow and into Sir Len and Sir Mick’s arms, snuggling up between them.
“Good girl”, Mick praised her, and Barry crouched before her again, kissing her gently before pushing himself up.
“I’ll go make that breakfast before either of us gets hangry… but I’m right here, yeah, love, I can hear you.”
Iris smiled at him and nodded. Her Barry was so sweet, always so worried that she was well taken care of. She was snuggled between two of her partners, about to be showered with love and affection, and her sweet husband worried that she might feel left alone.
“Maybe don’t try to make toast”, she told him, wiping away the last of her tears.
“Should have punished you harder, it seems, if you can be sassy about it already again”, Len teased, and she just turned to kiss him. Out of the four of them, she was definitely the least excited about impact play being practiced on herself, and she knew that her guys would always respect that. And if she got what would only be the warm-up to a proper spanking for Barry and was already done: Well, everyone had their own likes and dislikes.
“No toast, but French Toast sounds good”, Barry hummed, gave all three of them a quick kiss and then disappeared into the kitchen.
Mick hummed, and pulled Iris closer against him. “Wasn’t done sleeping, and now there’s all this action going on already”, he grumbled, and Iris snuggled into him, placing her legs into Len’s lap, who promptly started petting them. She’d trained her boys well indeed.
“Hmmm… maybe you should complain to the toaster”, she deadpanned, and only laughed when Mick flicked her on the head in retaliation.
She settled in to receive her snuggles, and watched as Barry filled the table with freshly squeezed orange juice, fruit salad, whipped cream, caramel and the heavenly smelling French Toast.
Yes, she thought. This was a great Sunday morning.