Melissa "helps" Diane accept her place

"Melissa, stand up, face your mother, feet apart, and hands on the back of your head," Jenna said smiling at Diane.

"Yes, Mistress," Melisa said as she stood and adopted the required position. Jenna strode over to a cabinet and retrieved a white leather collar, and a posture collar made of hardened black rubber.

"Normally, I wouldn't use this unless you already had a collar," Jenna said as she began enclosing Diane's neck in the posture collar. The older woman struggled, but it did no good. In the end, Jenna tightened the collar around her neck, forcing her to look straight ahead at her daughter. "but, I don't want you to look away. Now to give you an idea of what you are in for," she said as she turned to Melisa. "Who owns you, Melissa?"

"You do, Mistress," she answered dutifully.

"Are you still a virgin?" Jenna asked as she turned to Diane. She wanted to see the look on her face when her precious princess told her the truth.

"No, Mistress." Diane's eyes went wide and she screamed into her gag.

"And who took your virginity?"

"You did, Mistress, and it was wonderful," she said as Jenna retrieved a broad school paddle. She held the paddle between mother and daughter so they could see it.

"Melissa, I am going to use this on you until your mother learns to accept her place. You have done nothing wrong, but you will need to stay still and hold your position. You don't want this landing anywhere other than your ass."

"Yes, Mistress."

"You two, come hold her," Jenna said turning her attention to Mia and Lauren.

"Yes, Mistress," the two said together. They walked over to Melissa and stood in front of her. Each of them placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder, the other hand, they fed between her arms and her head, then took hold of her wrists.

"Stick your ass out, Melissa."

"Yes, Mistress," she said bending over slightly and sticking her ass out.

"Hold on to your mother's collar," Jenna said as she held the white leather collar up in front of Melissa's mouth. Wordlessly Melissa opened her mouth. Jenna smiled as she put the collar in her mouth and Melissa gently closed her teeth around the soft white leather. "Ready?" Melissa asked as she rubbed the paddle against Melissa's ass.

"Esh, Ishtresh," Melissa answered with a fearful whine in her voice. _WHACK! _Diane tried to look away but couldn't as Melissa grunted in pain. WHACK!

"Ow!" Melissa yelled, almost dropping the collar in her mouth.

"Careful don't drop that," Jenna said in a sing-song tone. "When your ready to submit, just say so," she added, briefly turning her attention to the older woman. WHACK! Melissa squealed as her tears began to leak down her face. She looked pleadingly at her mother. Diane looked back at her daughter with a mix of sorrow, and rage. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Jenna continued to paddle Melissa hard. The younger brunette looked at her mother pleadingly as she sobbed heavily.

"Stop it your hurting her!" Diane screamed over the sound of the paddle hitting her daughter's ass, and her daughter's screaming and crying.

Jenna looked at Diane with an evil smirk, lowered the paddle, and stepped over to the older woman. "That would be the point of a paddling. If you want me to stop, beg your mistress for your collar," she said looking into Diane's eyes. She, however, said nothing.

"No? Okay," Jenna said as she stepped back to Melissa's side. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! With each swat, Melissa screamed and cried. She said nothing to her mistress. Instead, she only looked ahead at her mother, as her two fellow slaves continued to hold her in place.

"Okay, okay! I'll wear the collar, just please stop!"

"Lauren, tell Diane how you should properly beg your mistress for your collar."

"Yes, Mistress," Lauren said before turning head toward Diane. "You must say, 'Please Mistress, may I have my collar?"'

When Diane said nothing, Jenna slowly raised the paddle, glancing over at Diane. "Please...Mistress, may I have my collar?" she asked hanging her head in shame.

Jenna smiled as she removed the posture collar and placed the white leather collar around the older woman's neck. "Melissa, turn around and show your mommy your ass."

"Yes, Mistress," she said as Lauren and Mia let go of her. Melissa turned and showered Diane her bruised ass.

"You see that, Diane?" Jenna asked.

"Yes," she said with ters in her eyes. Before she could do or say anything more, Jenna slapped her hard across the face.

"That's 'yes, Mistress' ****," Jenna said as she grabbed Diane's nipples and twisted them hard. "Forget to call me 'Mistress' again and your daughter gets more of the paddle!"

"Please, please, Mistress, don't hurt Melissa again!" she pled, her eyes fixed on her daughter's ass.

"From now on, you will call me Mistress at all times. Like the other three, I will give you daily tasks that you must complete. Falil at them and you will be punished."

"Yes, Mistress," Diane said her eyes welling with tears.

"Tomorrow, we'll get you your supplies you'll need as my ****," she said before turning back to Melissa. "You took that paddling very well. Go down to my room and wait for me. I have a reward for you."

"Yes, Mistress," Melissa said as she curtsied to her mistress and left the dungeon.

"As for you, there's a very special bed in your future, and maybe some time in the basement as well," Jenna said with a smile that sent shivers down the older woman's spine.