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members of this family asks of you. If you are not physically capable of completing a request or think that complying will cause you damage you will say the word ‘Peppermint.’ That is your safe word. No other refusal will be listened to. Do you accept those terms?”
    “Yes sir, I do sir.” Anna was surprised to realize that she was less afraid of the rules than excited by them. She’d always had so many choices to make, it was oddly restful to realize that while she was with the bears she only had to do what they asked. She wondered what that would be.
    “Then pull up your skirt, and bend over this stool.” He kicked one of the low stools in front of her so that when Anna bent over, her chest was supported but her ass was in the air.
    Anna felt Morden come up behind her and push her skirts further up on her back. She was naked beneath them, and the feeling of the cold air on her bare skin made her shiver in anticipation.
    “You were a very rude girl, coming in here the way you did,” Morden said, running the tip of his cane up one of her thighs and down the other. “I think you need to be punished. Don’t you agree?”
    “Yes,” Anna opened her mouth to answer, but before she could squeak out the sir, Morden smacked her across the back of her thighs with the cane. The stroke hurt like fire, and as he laid down nine more she screamed, begged, and finally cried, but she refused to move from the position in which she’d been placed. The backs of her legs ached and burned from her knees to her buttocks, but she knew it was the price she had to pay for the life she suddenly so desperately desired, and so she took the pain.
    “That was pretty, Daddy.” Greg’s voice came from in front of Anna’s head and when she opened her eyes she could see his boots standing in front of her. “I like the way she cries. Those tears look delicious.”
    “Do you want to taste them, boy?” Morden’s voice sounded amused.
    “Yes, Daddy. I think I do,” Greg said, and then roughly fisted his hand in Anna’s curls and lifted her head to look at her tear-streaked face. “So pretty,” he continued, and then he licked her cheeks in big long strokes.
    The humiliating sensation made Anna cry even more.
    “I’m still not certain I like her. She takes a beating well, but she was very rude. We already have one rude child living here. I don’t know that we need another.” Heinrich glared at Greg in a way that made the younger man stick his tongue out at him before bouncing across the room to sprawl across the brown suede chair that had started the whole thing. “And she’s making the floor all wet. Am I supposed to clean that up?”
    Morden had taken a seat in the black leather recliner, and he shrugged. “I don’t see why you should have to. She’s the one who’s making the mess.”
    “Alright, girlie,” Heinrich pulled the stool out from under Anna so that she collapsed at his feet. “Those are your tears on the floor, your sweat. Why don’t you lick them up.”
    Anna hesitated for a second and found her head shoved down against the floor by Heinrich’s boot. “I know what the rules you agreed to were, girl. You either do it or you leave.”
    Anna nodded and then stuck out her tongue to start licking up her tears where they had fallen on the rough stone floor. She expected to be disgusted by the dirt and the grime she knew she must be getting in her mouth, but instead she found it strangely erotic to be forced to humiliate herself that way, naked ass in the air, head down on the ground. As she began to attack the floor with more enthusiasm, she felt herself growing so wet that beads of fluid were dripping down her leg.
    “Look Daddy!” Greg said. “She’s making a puddle. Have Mamma Bear clean it up too.”
    Heinrich roughly spun Anna around and shoved her face down onto the stones where, for the first time, she tasted her own arousal. The salty flavor and sensation of doing something so dirty made her