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race got out of the car and walked towards the back of her house, where the noises were coming from. She couldn't believe her ears - was that her daughter, Jessica, getting spanked? She hurried around the corner, her face flushed with anger and embarrassment.

As she turned the corner, she saw Derrick standing over Jessica, who was bent over with her hands on the ground. Grace's heart stopped for a moment as she took in the scene before her. Her daughter's plump, round ass cheeks were bright red from the spanking, and there was a look of shame and humiliation on her face.

Grace couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her daughter, who she thought was so innocent and pure, was being spanked by Derrick. She felt a mixture of emotions - anger, embarrassment, and something else she couldn't quite place. As she watched, Derrick raised his hand again, and another loud slap echoed through the yard.

Grace's mind raced as she tried to process what was happening. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She wished it was her who was being spanked instead of Jessica.

But she knew that couldn't be. She was Jessica's mother, and it was her duty to protect her daughter. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, her voice shaking slightly.

Derrick's hand paused mid-air as he heard the sound of Grace's voice. He turned his head slightly, a sly grin spreading across his face as he saw her standing there. "Ah, Grace," he said smoothly, lowering his hand but keeping his grip on Jessica's hair tight. "Perfect timing. You're just in time to join the fun." Grace's eyes widened in shock, and Derrick could see the mix of emotions on her face. He knew exactly how to manipulate her. "You see, Grace, I have something here that could ruin Jessica's reputation. Something that could make her life very difficult." He glanced down at Jessica, who was still bent over, her face buried in the grass. "But I'm willing to let it go... for a price."

Grace's eyes locked onto Derrick's, a mix of fury and something she couldn't quite explain swirling in her chest. Derrick's smirk grew wider as he tightened his grip on Jessica's hair, pulling her head back slightly. "You see, Grace," he continued, his voice smooth and menacing, "I think you'll find this... enlightening." He paused, letting the tension hang in the air before dropping his bombshell. "If you want to protect Jessica's reputation, you'll do exactly as I say." Grace's breath caught as Derrick's gaze slid over her, his eyes lingering on her curves. "And what might that be?" she managed to **** out, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound steady.

Derrick's smirk widened as he watched Grace's face, her cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and something else he couldn't quite place. "Take off your clothes, Grace," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "Every piece. And once you're done, I want you to bend over, just like Jessica. Hands on the ground, legs spread wide. Show me what you've got." Grace's eyes widened in shock, her gaze darting to Jessica, who remained bent over, her face buried in the grass. For a moment, there was silence, the only sound being the distant chirping of birds and Jessica's soft, ragged breathing.

Grace's hands trembled as they moved to the buttons of her blouse, her mind racing with a mix of fear and an undeniable thrill. The air seemed to thicken as she slowly undid each button, the fabric parting to reveal beneath. Derrick's eyes never left hers, his gaze piercing and commanding. With a deep breath, she let the blouse slide off her shoulders, the fabric catching the sunlight as it drifted to the ground. Her fingers then moved to the waistband of her skirt, the zipper echoing softly as she lowered it, the sound amplified in the tense silence.

As Grace's skirt fell to the ground, the fabric pooled around her ankles, revealing the lacy trim of her panties. Derrick's eyes narrowed, his gaze lingering on the curve of her hips before snapping back to her face. "Everything," he reminded her, his voice low and even, leaving no room for misunderstanding. Grace's breath hitched as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, the movement tentative. She glanced at Jessica, who remained still, her body tense but unresisting. The thought of her daughter's predicament gave Grace a surge of determination, mixed with a flicker of something darker, something she couldn't quite name.

Grace's fingers trembled as they lingered on the waistband of her panties, the lacy trim catching the sunlight and shimmering faintly. Derrick's gaze was unrelenting, his eyes boring into her as if daring her to stop. With a deep, shaky breath, she pushed the fabric down, the lace dragging against her skin before pooling around her ankles. The air felt cool against her now-exposed flesh, and she could feel Derrick's eyes lingering on every curve. Her hands then moved to her bra, the lace edging her fingers as she unclasped it.

As Grace's bra came off, the straps sliding down her arms with a soft whisper, Derrick's eyes gleamed with a sinister satisfaction. He could see the tremble in her hands as she let the garment fall to the ground, her nipples tightening under his intense gaze. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as she stood there, completely exposed, her body illuminated by the sunlight filtering through the trees. Derrick's grip on Jessica's hair tightened slightly, a silent reminder of his control, and Jessica's breath hitched, her body tense with anticipation and fear. Derrick took a step closer to Grace, his eyes roaming over her curves with an unsettling intensity.

Derrick's hand slipped into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the sleek surface of his phone. Without breaking eye contact with Grace, he retrieved it, the screen flickering to life as he unlocked it with a quick swipe. His thumb hovered over the camera app, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You look stunning, Grace," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "A moment like this deserves to be captured." He raised the phone, framing her in the shot, the lens capturing every inch of her exposed form. The shutter clicked softly, the sound carrying through the tense air. Grace's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips as realization dawned. Derrick's chuckle was low and menacing.

Derrick's phone remained poised in his hand, the screen glowing ominously as he took another step closer to Grace. His grin widened, revealing a sinister intent that made Grace's heart pound in her chest. "Imagine this photo circulating," he murmured, his voice low and menacing. "Every neighbor, every acquaintance, seeing you like this. Jessica's reputation would be the least of your worries." Grace's breath caught as his words hung in the air, the weight of his threat pressing down on her. She glanced at Jessica, who remained frozen, her eyes wide with fear but unblinking. Derrick's gaze never wavered from Grace as he raised the phone slightly, angling it to capture the full expanse of her naked form.