Three Bears

S.M. Wolf

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Nana, Selma, and this story are Copyrighted 2010 by S.M. Wolf. The story may not be reproduced in part or in whole nor the characters used without prior, written permission from the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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Growing up. I was accustomed to having servants assist me with housekeeping and other onerous chores. After taking over the Honey Bear division of the family business I moved out of the mansion to a penthouse and hired a maid service. The service was acceptable, but the constant changes in personnel and having to retrain them in my likes and dislikes eventually led me to decide to retain my own servants.

It would have been easy enough to hire someone through an agency, but I had other desires. I was working hard and had little time for dating and other activities. A maid "with benefits" would also satisfy certain other needs and desires. Judicial slavery gave me access to a pool of government owned slaves that I could purchase easily and with no fear of problems.

I setup an appointment for the weekend. When the time came I was taken into an office and interviewed extensively. The government screened all potential owners very rigorously after some of the early abuses of slaves led to a high mortality rate and public outrage. The reforms had stopped the most visible deaths, but little else had changed. Telling the interviewer that I intended to use my slave for sexual gratification did not even raise an eyebrow. From the grunt my interviewer gave me, I think I would have had trouble had I not answered this way.

After being approved, I was taken to the slave holding area. This consisted of a series of seven foot by seven foot pens. The front of the pens had bars to allow easy viewing of the naked slaves within. The sides and back were concrete blocks to prevent the slaves from interacting. In each pen one or two slaves were housed awaiting somefur to come and buy them.

I strolled down the center aisle looking at the slaves. The males did not interest me, so I walked past them quickly. The females from the many species were another matter.

As with the general populace, the femfurs ranged in looks from quite good to barely passable. I almost felt sorry for the ugly ones. Their lot would not be pleasant as they most likely would be either bought for cheap, expendable hard labor or true sexual abuse. Either way, their lives would likely be short and difficult.

While there were several possibilities shown to me, I had one species in mind. Being a brown bear I preferred females of my own species. If not my species, perhaps a nice petite black bear or exotic polar bear would be available to satisfy my needs and sexual cravings.

I turned to the guard and asked, "Do you have any brown bear femfurs?"

The guard grinned and replied, "How about a mother and daughter pair?"

My ears perked up.

"Are they good looking?"

"To a bear like yourself, probably very good looking."

MILF were one of my secret little fantasies. The daughter had to be at least 18 to be sold, so the mother would be in her thirties at least. If she was in her early forties she would be just about perfect for my tastes. If she had a good looking daughter, that would be a bonus. Even if she was not good looking there were some interesting mother-daughter fantasies I had that she could fulfill.

"Let's take a look at them," I said.

The guard led me down the aisle. He stopped in front of one of the pens and pointed. I joined him and looked over the two brown bear femfurs.

The pair could have been sisters rather than mother and daughter. Their bodies were a bit Rubenesque as befitted a bear. Their heavy set nature came from muscles, not fat. It gave them very pleasant curves. Their hips were wide, and their breasts were large. The mother was a bit heavier, and her breasts hung a bit lower, but she was still a beautiful forty-something bear.

I looked them up and down once before something dawned on me.

"Selma?! Nana?!" I asked in shock.

"Jonathan?" they replied in equal surprise.

The two femfurs were my old nanny and her daughter. Nana had raised me more than my parents had, and I had spent most of my youth playing with Selma. After I entered college they had been let go by my parents. I had not thought about them or tried to keep in contact with them since taking over part of the family business. Now two of my closest and most beloved acquaintances from my childhood stood before me awaiting purchase.

Needless to say, I bought them.

The first couple of weeks went well. Both of the femfurs knew my likes already, so all I had to do was fine tune things to account for changes since they had last been with me and our new home. It was a fairly easy transition, and I was happy with their performance as maids.

I learned that after leaving my parents' employment that Nana and Selma had done okay initially. Unfortunately, after a couple of years they had fallen on hard times when both lost their jobs within a week of each other. They could not find new jobs even after looking for a year. Unable to pay their debts, they had been sued by the bank and, through debtors court, been sold to pay off their credit card and other bills. Fortunately for me and them, the court and their subsequent owners had recognize.d the added value of keeping the pair together.

After the initial euphoria of finding two old friends began to fade, my thoughts started to turn to other things like my reasons for buying a slave for a maid. At the same time, I started noticing little problems.

Nana was gradually settling into her old, bossy ways. She seemed to think that she was in charge like when I was growing up. There were little things at first like rearranging my underwear drawer and changing my toothpaste. I did little about them at the time, and Nana apparently took that to mean she had free rein. She started acting less and less like a slave and more and more like my childhood caretaker. Her attitude and manner changed dramatically. Her insolence even rubbed off on Selma.

Things came to a head one Friday evening as we sat at dinner. I was a bit tired from a long week and a hard day and only wanted to eat and relax. Nana was upset with me over some little things I had done, and she started berating me like I was a little cub again. I just stared at her. I must have been showing my growing anger because Selma hunched down and furtively looked at me.

"And I want you to clean up that bedroom of yours tonight, Jonathan! It is getting messy as all-"

Nana stopped for half a breath and turned to Selma.

"Selma, why are you kicking my shin?!" Nana asked in an exasperated voice.

"She is kicking you," I interjected hotly, "to try to stop you from being an idiot!"

Nana rounded on me.

"How dare you-"

"Shut up!" I yelled as I stood up. "I am the Master here, not the slave, and I think it is past time for me to make that point clear!"

That actually brought Nana up short. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

"Stand up!" I ordered her. My anger was obvious in my tone.

Nana did nothing.

"I said, 'Stand up!', and I mean stand up right now!"

Reluctantly ,Nana stood. She seemed more confused than contrite. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Selma's expression of horror. She obviously expected me to do something severe to punish Nana, and she was not far from the truth.

"Take off your clothes. You will not be needing them again until you earn the right to wear them, and that is not going to be any time soon."

"Now, Jonathan-" Nana started to say in a slightly condescending voice. Even now she was treating me like a little cub.

"Take them off!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. The shout echoed through the penthouse. I was glad that the soundproofing was so good in these apartments. Otherwise, the neighbors would know something was up.

Nana jumped. She seemed shocked. I just glared at her.

After a few seconds, her paws went to the buttons of her blouse. Reluctantly she started to strip. I continued to glare at her until she was down to just her pelt. She was blushing a bit at being nude in front of me.

I did not care. As she stood there she reminded me why I bought her. She also showed me why she was such prime MILF material. I was obsessed with putting her and Selma in their place, but perhaps I could take care of one or two of my sexual fantasies as well. Being fucked by a young bear who she had raised could be humiliating for somefur with Nana's temperament.

First things first, though.

"Take your plate and drink out to the kitchen and throw out your food. You are done eating."

I watched Nana slowly take her food and plates away to the kitchen. My gaze centered on her bottom and small tail. I grinned a bit at the sight.

I glanced at Selma, and she hurriedly looked down at her plate. She was still young enough to be scared by my shouting. It was also obvious she had no desire to get between her mother and me as I punished her.

When Nana returned she looked at me to see what I wanted her to do. I pointed at her seat. She sat down across from me again. I sat as well and finished my meal. While I ate, I had an excellent view of Nana's large brown fur covered breasts. I felt a tightness in the front of my pants.

After dinner, I had Nana clear the table while Selma and I sat and watched her. I liked the sight of her bending forward to pick up Selma's plate in particular. Her breasts swung forward a bit and hung like large ripe fruit ready for plucking. Underneath the table I flexed my fingers at the thought. It would be so easy to take her.

After she was done Nana returned to the table and started to sit down again without permission.

"Keep standing."

In a bit of confusion Nana stood back up.

"I have been tolerant of the little things you have been doing, but both of you have been pushing me since you got here. Apparently, you still think you are freefurs living in my parents' home with me as the little boy you raised. You in particular are acting like my guardian rather than my slave, Nana."

I saw both of my brown bear slaves look away and shuffle their feet a bit. I was obvious that I was dead on in my assessment.

"Tonight I am going to change that."

Both of them looked a bit nervous now.

I stood up and went to the foot of the table. I pulled out the chair and set it aside.

"Selma, take your chair and put it back against the wall behind you. Then sit down in it and be quiet."

Selma pulled out her chair near the foot of the table and did as she was told. I could see the fear in her eyes. She at least knew I was not kidding around.

Nana still had most of her haughtiness about her. She seemed more confused than frightened or subservient. That just raised my blood pressure another notch.

"Come here, Nana," I said in a low voice.

Nana slowly walked over to the end of the table. Actually, she more sauntered than walked. When she reached me, she looked me in the eye rather than looking down as befitted a slave.

I grabbed Nana's arms and turned her to face the table.

"Bend over and lay down on the table."

Nana seemed confused by my command, but she complied. In a moment, she was laying with her torso on the dining room table and her legs hanging over the end. This position placed her butt nicely for what I had planned.

The twin brown hills of my MILF's ass also further excited me. One way or another I was going to take Nana tonight.

Nana turned her head to the left to look at me. I grabbed her head by her hair and twisted it around.

"Oh, no, I want you to be looking at Selma all during your punishment so she can see how much it hurts and can learn from your mistakes."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Selma flinch a bit at the word "punishment". Nana still seemed nonplussed. She obviously did not understand the depths of my anger. I was about to change that.

I did not have a whip or crop in the penthouse, but I did have a belt. I slipped it out of the loops of my pants and doubled it up.

"I think twenty will be a good start for your attitude adjustment."

Nana asked, "Twenty? Twenty wha-"

CRACK!

The room was filled with the sound of hard leather striking soft fur covered flesh. It took a moment for Nana to realize I had struck her in the middle of her ass with my belt. It had to shock her because she just lay there wide-eyed and doing nothing.

After a moment though, the pain registered. Her paws flew back to her butt. She started rubbing her ass furiously to relieve the pain. She turned her head and yelled at me, "What the hell was that for?"

"That was for your insolence and trying to run my life!" I roared back at her.

"Get back in position!"

Nana just gaped at me.

"Now!" I said threateningly as I raised the belt again.

Nana's gape turned into a glare. She was clearly furious. However, I suspect that she had been punished before and knew that continued resistance would likely only make things worse. With a look that made it clear that she would get me back for this later, she turned her head away from me and lay back down.

"Grab the edges of the table," I commanded Nana. "Do not let go of them, or we start all over from one again. In fact, I think we will start over again now since you did not maintain your position."

Nana was smart enough not to say anything, but it was easy to read the outrage in her body language.

It was clear to me now that this punishment was long overdue. I decided not to spare my MILF to make my point.

I raised the belt and brought it down hard on Nana's left ass cheek. It made a very satisfying crack as it struck. I saw Nana grimace in pain. I waited a second and then struck her right buttock just as hard. This brought a small gasp of pain from her.

My next blow was high on her ass where there was not as much padding. This time the pain was enough to make Nana cry out softly. I struck lower the next time and was finally rewarded with a decent cry of pain.

I devoted several harder blows to reddening Nana's ample ass. She started to squirm under my pounding of her butt. She was panting hard as well.

I lowered my aim and struck Nana a hard blow on the back of her thighs. She screamed in both pain and surprise. Her legs thrashed for a bit in response to the pain. I gather she thought I would only be doing her ass. I proved her wrong with several more strokes to her upper thighs before returning my attention to her butt and flanks.

The last seven strokes were methodically delivered in a series of parallel strokes starting just above the curve of her ass. I worked my way up to just below her tail. Nana screamed several times as I struck already abused flesh.

When I was done, I looked down at the quivering, crying older femfur on the table. I was still angry with her, but her punishment and current state had a strong effect upon me. Another portion of my anatomy was "angry", and I intended to take care of that right now as well.

I tossed the belt on the table. It landed beside Nana's head. I am not even sure she was aware of it or me spreading her legs wide. Selma was, though. I heard her gasp. It was the first sound she had made since her mother's punishment had started. I looked at her. She was staring at her mother and me standing between her legs.

I gave a little snort and undid my pants. Selma watched as I unzipped them and pulled my pants and underpants down to reveal my six inch prick. Her eyes watched as I grabbed her mother's waist and thrust deep and hard into her pussy.

Nana was certainly aware of the intruder forcing its way into her sex! My MILF slave screamed. I am sure it was a bit painful for her since she was not lubricated or even aroused. That did not stop me, though. I forced my way in.

"No! Don't!" she screamed.

"Shut up!" I said.

"I am through with you telling me what to do. From now on, I am in charge!"

To prove my point, I withdrew and thrust again and again. Her cries mingled with my grunts. I kept going until I came. Even then, I kept thrusting until my cock wilted.

I stepped away from Nana and turned towards Selma. She had a shocked look on her face. I saw her gaze drop and look at my cock. It was covered with semen and a bit of her mother's juices. It had to glisten in the light. She blushed some and turned her head away.

I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. I was still horny, and Selma needed some discipline as well for her part in the past few weeks.

I turned to Nana and said, "Get up."

Nana stood. Some of my jism trickled from her slit. It made a nice contrast with her brown fur. She started rubbing her ass, but I pulled her paws away and forced her to stand motionless before me.

I crooked a finger at Selma to beckon her to me. Nervously, she stood and came to me.

"Go sit down and watch," I ordered Nana. She walked over to the chair and sat down. Her sharp intake of breath when her buttocks and upper thighs touched the hard wood of the seat assured me that she had been well spanked.

I turned to Selma and said, "You've been doing some of the same things as your mother. Not as bad, but still you have not been showing me proper deference."

I picked up my belt and tapped the table with it.

"Assume the position!"

Selma hesitantly touched her blouse buttons.

"Do I need to... disrobe as well?" she asked me.

"No, you may leave your clothes on, for now."

I did not tell Selma that I had plans for them.

Selma lay down on the table and grabbed the edges. She turned her head to look at her mother. Her mother seemed more interested in her bottom than Selma's predicament. I think Selma noticed that. I saw her glare at her mother for a moment.

Her position presented Selma's cloth covered ass to me. I grinned as I grabbed the hem of her dress in both paws and flicked it up over her back. I grabbed her panties and pulled them down over her legs. I tossed them to her mother when I had them off. While I was behind her, I took the opportunity to spread Selma's legs.

This time, I stripped completely. I wanted both femfurs to see what they could expect to get in the future. I am not the most muscular of bears, but my frame is good and heavy. I could force myself upon both females, and I wanted them to know it. I also wanted them to think about the weight of my body pressing them down as I mounted them.

I took up my position to Selma's left. Her mother had a wider, larger ass, but Selma's was not a bad sight at all.

"I think ten will be an appropriate punishment for you."

Selma said nothing.

I raised the belt and brought it down squarely in the middle of Selma's ass. She sucked in her breath as she felt the impact and the pain began to build. I struck repeatedly around the center of her buttocks. I did not strike as hard as I had with her mother, but I still struck hard enough to get her crying and, far better from my viewpoint, writhing under my beating. The sight caused my limp shaft to swell. Precum juices flew with the last few strokes.

I tossed the belt back on the table and stepped between Selma's legs. I am sure she knew what was coming. I glanced at Nana. She was looking away.

"Watch us," I commanded her, "unless you want another, harder beating."

Nana turned her head back. Her eyes zeroed in on her daughter's lower torso and my rampant prick.

I grabbed Selma's waist and thrust. I was surprised to find her wet and open. She had to be aroused, but I was uncertain if it was from her own beating, her mother's beating or watching me cover her mother. Regardless, I was enjoying a nice warm, wet tunnel of love as I drove my shaft home repeatedly. From her crie,s I think Selma was actually enjoying it at least somewhat. When I came, her back arched and her body shook from her own orgasm.

When I was done, I pulled out and stepped back.

"Stand up. Both of you."

The pair of femfurs rose. Perhaps unconsciously, they moved together for comfort. I was treated to the sight of my MILF standing beside her daughter. Both had heaving bosoms from their beatings. Overall, it was a very pleasant view for me. I grinned.

"Go get cleaned up and be in my bedroom in fifteen minutes. Do not be late or I will punish both of you. Selma, lose the clothes.

"Now go!"

The two femfurs turned and ran to their room. I just grinned at the sight of two jiggling bear asses disappearing down the hallway. I picked up my clothes and went to my own bedroom.

I took care of my few needs quickly. When I was done I lay back on my bed and propped myself up on my left elbow. I quietly waited for my MILF and her daughter to appear.

Nana and Selma entered my room. I was mildly disappointed that they made it in time. It would have been a nice excuse to punish them again if they had been late. After my first experience with spanking their helpless bodies and watching them writhe under the bel,t I knew that I wanted to do it again, preferably at every opportunity.

My slaves stood together just inside the doorway. They watched me and wondered what I would do next.

I rose and walked to the open area at the foot of my bed. I gestured for them to join me. Reluctantly, they did. I positioned them side by side again. I grinned. The view with both naked was as good as I had anticipated.

I took some time enjoying the sights. This was the first time since I bought them that I had seen them naked. Until tonight, I had, to some extent, still thought of them as my nanny and her daughter rather than my slaves. In part, I was probably a contributor to their attitude problem. I have to say that I was enjoying correcting our issues.

I stood behind Nana and reached out to grope her ass. My MILF jumped a bit. I could hear a low growl coming from her. I slapped her ass hard with my paw. She seemed to get the message. The growling stopped.

I stepped closer and pressed my body against her back. My arms went around Nana, and my paws started playing with her wonderful breasts. I am sure that she could feel my half erect cock brushing against her abused ass, but she said and did nothing.

A sudden thought crossed my mind.

"Did you wet nurse me, Nana?" I asked.

There was a pause before Nana replied, "Yes."

"That must explain my fascination with your teats."

I chuckled and added, "I plan to reacquaint myself with them very well in the coming days."

Nana's body went ramrod stiff in indignation, but she said nothing.

I moved on to Selma. She was a bit less curvaceous than her mother, and she was not quite as well padded, but I nonetheless enjoyed pawing her body. I could tell that there were other differences between the two femfurs as well. Selma seemed to accept and even want my touch. When I let go of her, she was breathing just a bit faster, and I could smell a hint of a musky scent. My pawings had aroused her some..

I decided to engage in one of my kinky little mother-daughter fantasies.

"Selma, lay down on the bed with your head towards the foot of the bed."

Selma complied. I adjusted her position just a bit so that her legs were spread and the pads of her feet were placed up against the headboard.

"Nana, lay face down on Selma, head-to-tail."

"What?!" Nana exclaimed in shock and indignation.

"You heard me. I want the two of you in a Sixty-Nine."

Nana stood there for several seconds wordlessly opening and closing her mouth.

"If you are not going to do it," I said with an edge in my voice, "I can spend the rest of the night beating you senseless until your butt is a bloody mess."

That finally got Nana's attention. Slowly, she crawled onto the bed and lay down on top of Selma. I still had to reach out and spread her legs so that I could see Selma's muzzle and face resting between her mother's thighs.

"Nana, work your arms around Selma's waist. Selma, wrap your arms around your mother's waist as well."

I noticed that Selma lifted her waist clear of the bed covers to help her mother, but Nana was slow to comply. Selma had her mother in a good grip without urging from me. I saw just a bit of hunger in her eyes as she stared at her mother's slit.

I ordered them, "Start licking."

I again noticed that Nana was reluctant to follow my order, but Selma did not delay. She lifted her head and began to vigorously lick her mother's snatch. Nana tried to close her legs, but I grabbed her ankles and forced her legs open even wider.

I was surprised how enthusiastic Selma was. It appeared that she was a natural. I wondered if she was a lesbian. It might explain her arousal from watching her mother being whipped.

After a few minutes, I let go of Nana's ankles.

"Keep your legs open wide, or I will punish you again," I ordered her. Apparently, her whipping had made some impression on her because she kept her legs spread.

The whipping had not taken care of Nana's insolence, though. When I got to the other end I found her head and tongue barely moving. I ran a finger over Selma's twat. It was barely moist.

Angrily, I grabbed the back of Nana's head and shoved her muzzle into Selma's sex.

"I told you to lick," I yelled at her, "Now lick!"

There were muffled cries from Nana. I think she was having trouble breathing because I was pushing her nose so hard into Selma's cunt. I did not relent, though. I forced her muzzle up against Selma's pussy until Nana began to lick. Even then, I did not let go until she was vigorously lapping her daughter's labia.

"Work on her clit," I told Nana. "I want her to cum."

Nana kept licking, but she raised her eyes. She looked at me with a mixture of fear and loathing. I think she would have said something, but I caught Selma giving her mother a tight squeeze. Apparently, the unspoken message got through. Nana lowered her eyes and did as ordered.

I took a step back to take in the entire view of the two femfurs going at each other. Selma at least seemed to be enjoying herself. She was making plenty of sound. Most of it was muffled by her mother's flesh, but it was easy to tell they were cries of pleasure.

I walked around the pair taking in the view. The smell of their arousal filled the room. Between it and the sight before me I was getting very excited as well. My cock was at full mast, and it jerked up and down a bit with each beat of my heart.

Selma suddenly stopped licking Nana. She lifted her head from her mother's sex as best she could and screamed. Her body jumped a bit under her mother as her orgasm took her. I just grinned.

When she was done, Selma went back to licking her mother's slit. I could hear her eager slurps.

Nana raised her head and looked at me. In a disdainful voice, she asked, "Are you satisfied now? I've done your little perversion for you. Can we get up and go to bed now?"

My anger had been slowly abating, but Nana's words stung me and brought the banked fires of my anger back to full life. I was dimly aware that Selma stopped licking her mother and gasped. She obviously knew what effect Nana's words would have on me.

Through gritted teet,h I replied, "No, I am not satisfied, and you are not leaving this bedroom tonight!"

I grabbed Nana's head and shoved it back between Selma's thighs.

"Get back to work!"

Nana snorted before slowly starting to lick Selma again.

My rage continued to mount along with my arousal. I grinned as my gaze alighted upon Nana's ass. I had a way to satisfy both.

I crawled onto the bed between Nana's legs. I looked down at Selma and told her, "Keep licking no matter what happens. And keep a tight grip on her. I don't want her going anywhere."

She had a scared look on her face, but Selma nodded yes once.

I knelt behind Nana and spread her ass cheeks as far as I could to expose her pussy and tail hole. My knob grazed her slit. I felt Selma's nose brush against the underside of my shaft. My cock jerked a couple of times and then settled down.

I thrust forward hard and fast. This time Nana was wet from her tonguing. I slid in easily. I slowly thrust in and out a couple of times, but I was very careful not to cum.

When my cock felt good and wet, I pulled out. Nana appeared to expect me to thrust into her again, but not where I did. Instead of entering her cunt, I forced my knob into her ass hole.

Nana screamed in pain and humiliation as she felt me penetrate her back door. She arched her back and tried to get away, but Selma held on tight. Unable to escape, Nana had to endure it as I forced my six inch shaft completely into her rectum. When I was hilted in her bottom, I ground my belly against her still smarting buttocks.

"Please, Jonathan! Stop hurting me!" Nana cried out.

I almost relented, but then I realized she had called me by my given name.

"My name is 'Master' to you, Slave!" I growled. "And I do whatever I want to do to you whenever I want!"

To punctuate my point, I started thrusting hard and fast into her ass. The sound of flesh striking flesh was quite loud. From her cries, I was certain that Nana found the slap of my belly against her buttocks more than uncomfortable.

Selma had a front seat view to the entire proceedings. She had not stopped licking her mother throughout everything. As I started thrusting hard into her mother's tail hole, she turned her full attention to her mother's clit. Licking it as hard as she could, Selma brought her mother to the edge of an orgasm. At that point, she shifted her attention to my balls which were swinging back and forth just above her face. She licked them as best she could. The effect was sufficient to bring me off. Selma immediately returned her attention to her mother's pussy.

The feel of my hot cum spurting into her behind and Selma's tongue sent Nana over the top. She involuntarily orgasmed. She alternated between cries of unwanted pleasure and sobs of pain and humiliation.

I kept thrusting until the last bit of my seed was ejaculated. I crawled off the bed and stood up. I was panting from my exertions, but I had one heck of a nice afterglow.

"You can stop now," I told my slaves.

The pair unknotted their bodies and adjusted themselves so that they were lying normally on the bed with Nana closer to me and Selma behind her. I saw Nana's left paw sneak behind her to rub her ass and tail hole to try to ease the pain. Both were looking at me intently. It was obvious that they were wondering what I had planned next.

"Have you learned your lesson yet, Nana?" I asked.

"You bastard!" she spat back at me. "I changed your diapers. I wiped your dirty behind when you soiled yourself. I put you to bed at night. I will be damned before I submit to you, no matter what you do!"

Selma gasped in total shock. I think she had expected her mother to finally come to the realization that she was not longer in charge.

"So be it!" I growled.

I grabbed Nana's left forearm and dragged her off the bed to a standing position. I frog marched her across the room to stand facing a full length mirror.

"Stand here!" I ordered my MILF. I was so angry that Nana quailed before me. I think she was having some second thoughts about her attitude, but I did not care.

I pulled a wooden chair over and placed it in front of Nana facing her. It had nice, heavy open wood arms. The back had heavy spindles supporting a shoulder high rail across the back. It was not the most comfortable of chairs, but it was a well-built, solid piece.

I went to my closet and found three old neckties. They would do for tonight. Briefly, I realized that I would have to do some shopping tomorrow if I was going to need to punish insolent slaves on a regular basis. I thought it would be an interesting trip for me at least. Nana and Selma might no like the results as much, though.

I took the neckties back to Nana and the chair.

"Kneel in the chair facing the back," I commanded her.

Nana was very nervous as she crawled into the chair and assumed her position. She looked back over her shoulder at me.

"Look forward."

Nana turned her head. She could still see what was happening in the mirror.

I took her left knee and pulled it to the very corner of the chair where the arm was. I used one of the neckties tied around her leg just above the knee to bind her left leg to the chair. I repeated the process with her right leg. When I was done Nana was left kneeling at the very edge of the chair with her knees spread open. Her pink slit was just visible between her thighs.

I walked around to the front of Nana and said, "Give me your paws."

"Please, I've learned my lesson, I'll be-" Nana said n fear. That did not lessen my determination to punish her further for her insolence.

"Give me your paws!" I ordered her again in a much harsher tone.

Unwillingly, she extended her arms. I looped one end of the third necktie around her wrists a few times and tied it off.

"Bend over the back of the chair. Grab the edge of the seat with your paws."

For the first time tonight there was actual fear in Nana's eyes. Perhaps I was finally making my point.

Nana bent forward and grabbed the seat. Her breasts hung over the back with their undersides pressed up against the back of the chair hard. I used the free end of the tie to secure her wrists to the spindles. When I was done she was not going anywhere.

I stepped back and looked her over. I really enjoyed the sight of my MILF's butt hanging out in space behind her With her bottom thrust back and out so far, it also exposed her tail hole and pussy to my view.

I smiled. I had further plans for that ass tonight.

A small sound came from the bed. I turned my head and saw Selma watching her mother and me intently. She had crawled over to the edge of the bed to get a better view.

I had a sudden inspiration. I picked up my belt and tossed it onto the floor beneath Selma's head.

"Pick it up."

Selma looked at me uncertainly. I nodded affirmatively one. She reached down and picked up the belt.

"Whip your mother."

That certainly got Selma's attention. She opened her mouth to protest.

"You can strike as hard or as softly as you desire, but you will give her thirty strokes."

Selma said nothing, but she did crawl off the bed and stand up. She glanced at me a couple of times before walking over to her mother. She looked at me again when she reached her position beside her mother.

I just nodded at her mother's bottom. It was clear what I expected as I stood waiting to watch my MILF whipped by her daughter. My cock began to stir again at just the thought of what was to come. I was sure she would strike lightly, but that did not matter to me. Seeing what was to come was exciting enough.

Nana looked back at Selma and said arrogantly, "Go ahead and get this over, Selma. Put on a little show for Jonathan. A few light taps is not going to bother me the least."

Selma gaped at her mother.

"You bitch!" Selma screamed at Nana. She raised the belt and hit her mother as hard as she could dead center in the middle of her ass. Nana's scream of pain and total shock filled the bedroom.

I was not sure who was the most surprised, Nana or me. Nana certainly had never expected her daughter to hit her nearly this hard.

Selma raised the belt and struck at least as hard a second time. Her mother screamed again.

"Master Jonathan is right. You just don't get it. We're slaves! He is our owner. We have to do what he says," Selma yelled as she continued to flog her mother's bottom.

I was taken a bit aback by the intensity of her words and emotions, but the sight of her beating her mother and Nana's cries of pain were rapidly exciting me. Soon I had a full erection again.

"We got about as lucky as possible to have someone who knows us buy us this time, and you had to go and ruin it just like you did the other times!

"What is it going to take to get it through your thick skull that you are not in control anymore?!" Selma screamed at Nana.

I was finding all of this information about what had happened with Nana, Selma and their past owners fascinating, but my cock had ideas of its own. I walked over to stand in front of Nana. Selma paused with her right arm raised high, ready to strike again. Her mother was wailing beneath her.

"Wait," I said.

I reached down and grabbed Nana's muzzle. I lifted her head up.

"Open your mouth," I ordered her.

I am not sure if she understood what I was saying or not. She just kept crying from the intense pain in her ass though she seemed to be calming some as I waited for her to respond.

Sadly for Nana, my dick was not going to wait long. I grabbed Nana's nose between my forefinger and thumb. Instinctively, she opened her mouth.

"Keep your mouth open, and stick out your tongue."

I apparently got through the pain she was experiencing. Accompanied by a lot of crying, she did as ordered.

I tipped up her head a bit more and let go of her muzzle.

"Now hold still."

Another one of my kinky secret desires was to paint the mouth and face of a MILF with my sperm. This seemed like a perfect opportunity. I reached down and started pawing my cock. I saw both Nana and Selma staring at me, but I did not care. I masturbated until with a grunt I climaxed.

As I ejaculated. I sprayed the interior of Nana's mouth with my jism. After a couple of spurts I moved my aim to her face. She recoiled, but Selma to my surprise gave her a hard swat on her ass. Nana went back into position and remained still until I finished. I do not think she liked the taste of my seed because she grimaced in distaste.

When I was done, I wiped some stray cum from my hand on Nana's muzzle.

"Swallow."

Nana glared up at me again, but she complied. I could hear her swallow loudly.

"Now clean your muzzle and face with your tongue."

Nana did as ordered, but it was clear she was unhappy about my orders and having to do what I said. I did not care. My MILF was fulfilling one of my secret sexual desires. The best part was, I could have her do it again anytime I wanted.

I went back to the bed and sat down. I looked at Selma and told her, "Continue."

Selma had been about halfway through when I stopped her. She reared back and struck Nana another blow on her poor behind. Nana could only scream as the pain mounted as Selma repeatedly struck hard blows.

"Aim for her thighs," I commanded Selma.

The last ten strokes were delivered to the back and insides of Nana's thighs.

When she was done, Selma looked at me for more instructions. I stood and walked over to the pair. I gestured to Selma for her to take a step back. I was slightly surprised that I had another erection. This had to be the most aroused I had ever been in my life. In front of me was a bound MILF staring into the mirror wondering what I was about to do to her, and I intended to take advantage of the situation again.

While Selma watched from less than three feet away, I grabbed her mother's flanks and thrust deep into her pussy. I paused for several seconds with my cock hilted in her cunt to revel in the feel of her warm, wet interior.

My body only allowed me so much time for such enjoyment. As my MILF whimpered beneath me, I started thrusting into her, slowly at first but with a steadily increasing tempo. After cumming so many times tonight, it took a while, but I did pop a nice wad deep into her cunt.

I was panting when I pulled out. I turned to Selma and told her, "Untie Nana."

I sat back down on the bed and watched as Selma undid Nana's bindings. She had some difficulties, and I thought I would have to cut the neckties, but eventually she got all three undone.

"Stand her up and bring her here."

Selma helped her mother to stand up. She grabbed her arm as much to keep her from falling over as to guide Nana over to stand in front of me.

"Listen up, Nana. You too, Selma. Things are going to change radically now.

"Nana, you cannot wear clothing again until I tell you that you may. Furthermore, you are going to play my private MILF."

"MILF?" Nana asked in confusion.

"Mother I'd Love to Fuck. From here on ou,t you are at my immediate, complete and total disposal. Any time, any place, any way I want you. "

I glanced at Selma. I remembered how much she had seemed to like the Sixty-Nine with her mother.

"The same goes for Selma. She can order you to do anything, any time, and you must obey."

I caught the look of surprise on Selma's face. I also saw a small hint of satisfaction in her eyes.

"From now on, your legs are wide open to both of us. Expect me to use you for my pleasure often from now on. I have a few other ideas of things to do to you when you misbehave," I finished.

Nana shook in what I think was fear.

"For tonight, though, I am done with you. Go back to your room and think about what you have done and what has happened tonight. If you continue to give me problems, I will not hesitate to do the same and worse to you again as often as needed to correct your problems."

I pointed at the door and said, "Now go!"

Nana practically sprinted out the door.

Selma looked down at me as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"Thank you, Master."

"Thank you?" I said in a startled voice. A thank you was hardly what I expected after beating and raping not only her but her mother.

"Mother needed that.

"She has been living in denial ever since we were sentenced to slavery. I am not sure how good her grasp of reality is. Our prior owners kept coddling her, and things only got worse. If somefur had given her a good beating the first time she tried to take control, I think it would have gotten the reality of her situation across to mother.

"This time she came close to ruining our best chance for a decent life since we were enslaved."

Selma paused. I asked, "What do you think I should do with Nana?"

"Keep on her. Don't let her get her way. She'll try to walk all over you again. Don't let that happen. Beat her for the slightest reason if you have to, but maintain control."

"And what about you?"

Selma stared at the floor.

"Mom was starting to rub off on me, wasn't she?"

"Yes."

"I got what I deserved. I'm not happy about it, but it could have been worse. You could have sent us back to the slave pens to be sold again."

I grinned.

"I doubt that I will do that. I enjoy the views too much. And it seems that I really like spanking helpless femfurs or watching them spank each other. I still have to watch Nana spank you. That should be interesting after tonight."

I could see Selma blush a bit. I was not sure if it was in embarrassment at the thought of being punished like a little cub or in secret desire to be disciplined by her mother as I watched.

I stood up and moved the chair back into its normal spot. When I turned back to Selma, she was lying on the bed with her legs and arms spread wide.

"I think I still need some 'punishment', Master."

I grinned and slid into bed. She wrapped her arms and legs about me. We started kissing.

I think I left a nice little depression in the mattress from grinding her hips into it. I had come several times more than normal that night, but that did not stop me from taking my pleasure from Selma a couple of more times, even if it took quite a bit of effort from me. From the way she kept her legs wrapped around my legs and waist, I think she wanted it as much as I did.

I still made some mental notes as we lay cuddling together afterwards for things that I would need to purchase. Neckties and belts were alright for impromptu punishments, but I wanted some real restraints and things like paddles and crops for future punishments. Perhaps a chastity belt with some dildos mounted on the inside as well to punish them while I was at work.

I also knew I had to look up a slave psychiatrist on Monday morning. I was mad as heck at Nana and the way she was treating me, but I knew she needed help to cope with her situation.

Still, I was looking forward to punishing my MILF and her daughter quite a bit in the future. I was sure it would be a very enjoyable experience owning and using them.