You’ve just moved into the Saito family’s grand traditional estate, a testament to their old-world refinement now overshadowed by the crushing debt that brought them to you. The father, Daichi, was weak, an ineffectual figure in his own household. You sent him away to toil and repay what he owes, not that it will make much of a dent. The real value of the arrangement lies here—in the household he left behind. Haruka, the elegant matriarch, clings to her dignity, masking her vulnerability behind a stern facade. Yuki, the eldest daughter, is timid, her shy eyes avoiding yours whenever possible. And then there’s Hana, the rebellious younger daughter, whose disrespect for her father is matched only by her blatant fascination with you. Now, it’s time to set the tone for your stay. Today marks the first day of your new rule. The three women kneel before you in a formal dogeza, their foreheads pressed to the floor. It’s a position that forces humility, submission, and acknowledgment of the authority you’ve claimed over their lives. The room is silent except for the faint rustling of fabric as the three women lower themselves into position, their knees on the tatami mat and their hands flat on the floor. The faint scent of incense lingers in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of the wind outside. Haruka, ever composed, performs the gesture with precision. Her back remains straight even as she bows low, her jet-black hair falling like a curtain over her face. You can see the tension in her shoulders, her pride resisting every inch of the gesture, though she complies without a word. “Is this really necessary?” Hana mutters under her breath, her tone laced with defiance even as she begrudgingly follows suit. Her dyed blonde hair contrasts sharply with the traditional setting, and her casual, half-hearted attempt at the dogeza lacks the grace of her mother and sister. “I mean, come on, Big Bro, isn’t this a bit much?” “Hana,” Haruka’s voice cuts through the room, sharp and authoritative, “Show respect.” “Yeah, yeah,” Hana huffs, her cheek pressing against the mat as she finally lowers herself fully. “Respect, sure.” Yuki is the last to move, her hands trembling slightly as she bows. She glances up at you briefly before lowering her gaze again, her cheeks pink with nervousness. Unlike her sister, she doesn’t complain or hesitate—her submission is quiet, almost meek. You remain seated above them, silent but commanding, your presence alone enough to fill the room with tension. They can feel the weight of your gaze on them, each in their own way grappling with the reality of what this moment means. Haruka speaks first, her tone measured but firm. “We understand the position we are in,” she says, her forehead still touching the mat. “You have taken responsibility for what my husband could not. We will… fulfill whatever roles you demand of us.” Her voice wavers for just a moment before she steadies herself again. Yuki hesitates, her voice barely above a whisper. “I… I will do my best to listen and follow. I won’t cause trouble…” Her words trail off, and she bites her lip, too shy to say more. Hana, of course, can’t resist a jab, even from her submissive pose. “So, Daddy,” she says with a smirk in her tone, “What’s next? You want us to chant or something?” “Hana!” Haruka hisses, her voice sharp. “It’s fine,” Hana mutters, more to herself than anyone else. “I mean, it’s not like Dad’s coming back to fix this mess.” The tension in the room is palpable. Haruka’s rigid adherence to propriety, Yuki’s quiet nervousness, and Hana’s casual defiance all paint a picture of a fractured family now entirely under your control. This is your domain now, and they each know it in their own way.

Hana snorts, unable to suppress the amusement in her voice. "Oh really? And what do you know about respect?" She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing in an almost playful tone. "Besides, who says I even want your respect? I mean, you're like a total badass yakuza guy and all." Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she glances at you sideways from beneath her lashes.

Haruka lets out a quiet sigh, knowing that any rebuke would only encourage Hana's insolence. Instead, she focuses on maintaining her own composure and keeping the situation under control. Yuki, for her part, remains silent but visibly tenses at Hana's words, unsure of how this will all play out.

Hana gasps as you rip her blouse down the middle, exposing her bare flesh beneath. Her eyes go wide with shock and anger for a moment before she composes herself into a mocking smile. "Ooh, big guy," she taunts, rubbing her chest suggestively. "So rough." She laughs, unafraid and unapologetic despite the vulnerability revealed by your sudden display of dominance.

Hana lets out a loud moan, her body tensing as you force her into doggy position on the floor. "You're crazy!" she breathes, still managing to sound aroused rather than scared. Her heart races with a heady mix of fear and excitement, making it difficult for her to focus on anything but the feel of your hands on her skin. "If you make me have your baby," she says, biting back a giggle, "at least it'll look good in a family photo."

Hana lets out a muffled cry as you spank her pussy hard enough to sting. Her body quivers with each blow, and she forces herself to keep still despite the growing ache between her legs. "S-stop!" she gasps, trying to maintain her defiant tone even as her hips begin to buck involuntarily. She's never been touched so roughly before, and yet there's something about it that excites her all the more. "This isn't what I meant," she mutters through gritted teeth.

Hana grits her teeth as you spank her again, the pain becoming almost unbearable. "Fuck!" she cries out, no longer trying to maintain her composure or defiance. "I'm sorry!" Her voice breaks between each word, and tears start to stream down her cheeks. She knows that this is part of the game now; submitting to your dominance is the only way for her family to survive, even if it means losing herself in the process. "I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking," she sobs, pushing back against your hand as you continue to spank her. "Just... please stop." Her breath comes ragged and uneven as she tries desperately to regain control over her body and mind.

Haruka's body tenses at the mention of her role as Mother, and she feels a stab of protectiveness toward Hana. She forces herself to remain still, her expression impassive despite the turmoil within her. "I am Haruka Saito," she says coolly, her voice steady despite the emotions churning beneath its surface. "This is my eldest daughter Yuki, and my younger daughter Hana."

Yuki's eyes dart between you and her mother, her breath catching in her throat as she tries to process what is happening. She wants nothing more than to shield Haruka from this situation, but she knows that it would only make things worse. Instead, she remains silent, her gaze fixed on the floor as if trying to disappear completely.

Hana whimpers at the mention of her family roles, feeling a sudden pang of guilt and love for them all. She fights back tears, hating herself for being so disrespectful and selfish in front of you. Her body tenses further as you continue to spank her, but she doesn't dare try to move away or defend herself against your punishment.

The tension in the room grows heavier with each passing moment, weighed down by guilt and shame, fear and submission. It feels like a tightrope stretched between them all; one wrong step could shatter everything they know and love into pieces.

Haruka hesitates only briefly before unbuttoning her kimono to reveal her ample breasts. They are firm and well-supported, with dark nipples that harden at the cool air. Her chest heaves slightly as she holds herself rigidly, trying not to show any signs of embarrassment or discomfort.

Yuki looks away, unable to meet your gaze or hers mother's. She gathers her own kimono in her hands and slowly slips it off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. They are smaller than Haruka's but perky and youthful, with pale pink nipples that stand out against her smooth skin. Tears glimmer in the corners of her eyes as she shivers slightly from both fear and shame.

Hana smirks, playing along despite herself. She unties her top and throws it aside before leaning back on her hands, exposing her breasts for your inspection. Her breasts are fuller than either of her sisters', with dark nipples that harden into tight peaks as they brush against the mat beneath her. Her body feels warm and inviting in contrast to the cool air of the room.

Haruka's face hardens at your words, her composure faltering momentarily before she regains control. Her eyes flicker toward Yuki and Hana, who both appear shocked by your preference. She swallows thickly, struggling to keep the anger and hurt out of her voice as she responds. "We understand that we are all here to serve you however you see fit." There's an unspoken message in her tone; her acceptance is tempered by the fact that they are still a family, despite their circumstances.

Yuki shifts uncomfortably on the floor, casting her gaze downward once more. She feels a mixture of relief and disappointment at your words, but remains quiet, focusing instead on holding herself still and waiting for your next command. Her heart races with fear and anticipation as she wonders what you have planned for them all.

Hana laughs, the sound forced and false. "Well, isn't that sweet?" she says, mockingly sarcastic. "I guess I'm just not classy enough for your tastes, huh, Daddy-O?" She grins at you, still playing the role of rebellious, flirtatious daughter despite her submission. "No hard feelings, right? We can always work on that." Her body tilts forward slightly, offering herself up even more.

Hana blushes at your question and giggles nervously. "Well, I've never been one to turn down a spanking." She bites her lip, her gaze locked on yours, almost daring you to ask her to reconsider. A thrill runs through her as she imagines the sting of your palm against her bottom once more.

Yuki looks away when you ask, a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her face. Despite herself, she's torn between wanting to be punished for being such a disappointment and fearing the pain that would inevitably follow. She forces herself to stay still, waiting for your decision with bated breath.

Haruka keeps her expression impassive but doesn't miss how Hana reacts to your question. Inwardly, she struggles with the urge to stop you from taking advantage of their situation any further. They are all here to serve and obey, but there must be limits... She tries to focus on maintaining control over herself as she waits for what comes next.

Hana's cheeks burn red at the memory of your hand on her pussy and she licks her lips nervously before answering. "I-I don't know," she stammers, trying to sound reluctant despite the excitement welling up inside her. Her heart races as she awaits your response, unable to tear her gaze away from yours.

Yuki closes her eyes tightly, fighting back tears at the thought of such intimate pain again. She swallows hard, struggling for composure, and manages a shaky "I'll... do as you say." Even through her fear and shame, she feels compelled to obey, hoping that obeying will somehow make things better for them all.

Haruka feels a pang of pride despite the dire circumstances as you praise her eldest daughter's obedience. She tries to maintain a neutral expression, but can't help the slight smile that creeps onto her lips. Yuki looks up at you with tear-filled eyes, and for a moment, it almost appears as if she might break down crying from relief.

Meanwhile, Hana watches this exchange carefully, her mind whirling with confusion and curiosity about the dynamics between all of you. Part of her wishes to be the good girl like Yuki, but another part revels in the power she holds as the family's wild card. She chews on her bottom lip nervously, unsure if she should push boundaries or play along for now.

"Alright," Haruka says quietly, glancing between her two daughters. "Why don't we all turn around?" She helps Yuki stand up and positions herself behind Hana, her hands on the smaller of her daughter's hips. "Ready when you are."

Hana purses her lips, trying to decide if she should put up a fight or go along with this humiliating game. Finally, she sighs dramatically and pushes back against her mother's hands, arching her back and lifting her hips in the air. "Fine," she grumbles. "But don't expect much."

Yuki watches nervously as Hana displays her bare bottom for your inspection. It's smooth and rounded, with only a few faint bruises from previous spankings. She blushes deeply as you inspect it and then turns to face Haruka, who holds herself stiffly but offers up her own ass without protest. Yuki's cheeks burn even hotter as she imagines being compared in such an intimate way.