“AH!!!!OW!!!!!MUMMY STOHAHAP!!! OWWW!” “I…am…so….disappointed….in…you!” roared Iris West-Allen as she punctuated each strike of the cane with a word. Bound on all fours, bare bottom and wailing, her daughter Nora could only wail and cry as Iris kept going. “How many bad girls are you going to fall her? How many bad girls are going to trick you into this foolishness? Spin, Weather Witch, Silver Ghost, Top, Amunet…the list goes on!” “Not to mention her flirting with Cicada II! She has a great ass, though!” Iris stopped to glare at Killer Frost, who smirker in reply.
“Nora’s great bum aside, you barely touched her with my ice cane! Her cheeks have hardly any extra colour!” noted Frost. “I know how to discipline my daughter!” huffed Iris. “I could do better!” remarked Frost.
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