"What does that person think?" Reagan pointed to the yard behind them.

Maria turned to look but did not see anyone. When she turned around, Reagan was holding her phone.

"Smile!"

"NOOO!"

But Reagan started to taking photos.

"Please, Reagan, just leave me alone!"

"What's it worth to you? Why shouldn't I share these?"

"What do you want?"

"Come over here."

Maria walked over.

"Turn around and put your hands on that table." Reagan pointed to a patio table.

Maria guessed what was next: A spanking. She did as was told, but before the spanking, Maria grabbed the panties and yanked them up high and hard. "Eeeee!"

"Look more like a thong, now," said Reagan as she kept yanking up.

The panties were well made and didn't even come close to ripping free as Reagan kept yanking up harder and harder.

"Please stop!"

"Call me 'mistress.'"

"Please stop, mistress. Owwww!"

"OK," Reagan let go of the panties, which were now up deep in her cracks.

"Beg me to spank you."

"Please, Reag....mistress, enough."

"Beg me to spank you, or these photos go viral."

"Please, mistress, spank me," said a defeated Maria.

WHACK!

"OW!"

"Thank me."

"Thank you, mistress."

"WHACK!"

"Thank you, mistress," said a whimpering Maria.