Very easy to convince

“I’ll tell you something good if you tell me what happened? About Mom” you suggested, piquing her interest immediately.

“It’s not gonna be some sexy story you know. I’m just gonna tell you what happened” Grace admitted, not wanting to get your hopes up too high about what the two of them got up to before she did the reveal.

“That’s fine. I’ll still tell you what I know no matter what ended up happening” you replied, planning to keep your end of the deal no matter what.

“Well, after I spent some time to myself in my room, I must admit I did end up getting distracted by my thoughts for a while but I did see the words on my thigh” Grace started to explain, moving to sit down on the edge of her bed where you then joined her.

As if she could still feel the words, you saw her gently run her hand along her thigh where you had left her your first message.

“Get Emma”

“Let her see you like this”

“We did do a lot together in the hotel but without you there, there is a part of me that doesn’t find showing off as much fun compared to when it’s you, if that makes sense? It still felt exciting don’t get me wrong but in comparison it let me feel a lot calmer about the situation. So anyway, I made myself a bit more presentable by wearing a nightgown and went to go find her” Grace explained, getting slightly sidetracked when it came to figuring out how her exhibitionist kink had changed from contact with the KDK.

“She was still in her room so I knocked on the door and went inside. She looked a bit surprised to see me now that I think about it but she didn’t seem to mind me coming in. It got a bit awkward after that… I wasn’t really sure how to broach the topic and standing there wasn’t really helping either.” Grace continued, her mind drifting back to last night as she relieved the event.

“Emma was actually the first to speak after that as she asked me about work and it felt like she had already guessed what this was about. You didn’t tell her beforehand did you?” Grace asked, putting you on the spot.

“...No, but I mean after everything we’ve done at the weekend it was pretty obvious that something was going to happen right?” You replied, hesitating at first to answer.

Emma hadn’t warned you downstairs that she had lied to her Mom so you didn’t think you needed to lie in this situation either. The dream ability she had made it so much easier to keep Emma in the loop about everything you did but in situations like this where you couldn’t tell if Emma had said something about an event she shouldn’t have knowledge about, you weren’t sure what to do.

Sticking with the truth seemed to be the best bet as Grace carried on with her story without showing any signs of suspecting anything, even with the shaky start to your reply.

“With her mentioning work it was hard to avoid the topic so I just ended up saying me and you had a good time together and showed off the writing on my thigh. I tried not to show off too much but I was only wearing underwear under the gown so I’m pretty sure she saw more than just what you wrote on my thigh. I guess that was the point huh” Grace remarked, starting to sound more excited now that she was telling you the story.

“And what was her reaction?” you asked, wanting to hear it from Grace before you heard it from Emma.

“She… stared for a while. At my thigh at least. I was starting to get worried but when she looked back up to meet my eyes she looked really happy. I still don’t fully get what goes through her brain but I could tell she was about to ask a load of questions that I honestly wasn’t ready to answer in that moment so I just sort of held my finger up to stop her and made my escape” Grace revealed, looking a little sheepish at the fact that she had decided to run away instead of facing her daughter head on.

You were honestly fine with that resolution. The main thing you had wanted to happen was for Emma to see the writing and the fact that she was somehow still out of the loop was a pretty rare occurrence. Something you felt the need to tease her with now that you had caught up with Grace.

Grace however looked to be slightly dejected that she hadn’t done exactly what she thought you wanted and telling her the full truth that you were fine with it, also felt like a missed opportunity.

“I guess that means you are gonna need to do something else for the day to make up for it” you teased, expecting Grace to fold like some of your other subjects.

“Ah ah ah. Not yet. You promised you would tell me about your Mom “ she replied, holding you to your promise.

“I did say that… Fine. I’ll keep some of it a surprise though. After what we did yesterday I got a bit inspired and Mom now has some writing of her own for you to look at when you go over later” you revealed, seeing an excited look in Grace’s eyes that probably mirrored the one Emma had given her.

“Really!? Oh this is gonna be amazing” she giddily replied, bouncing from one foot to the other, letting you watch her tits bounce as she moved.

She also clearly saw you looking but that only seemed to improve her mood even more, getting to hear the good news while also getting you to look at her.

“However, you still need your punishment for the day” you interjected, still thinking over your options of what you could make her do.

“Oh come on, can’t it be like a fun punishment or something… pretty please?” Grace urged, leaning forward and pushing her arms into the side of her tits to accentuate her cleavage.

The sight was rather distracting and almost made you forget about the rest of the day entirely but you somehow managed to pull yourself together.

“A punishment is a punishment. It does sound better if it fits the crime though” you replied, feeling like a fun punishment could still be made interesting if you did it correctly.

Grace gave you a pout after her scheme didn’t work but she seemed to accept that you were going to give her something to do. She would obviously not accept anything too outlandish given she had one of the stronger backbones of your subjects but you managed to think of something that you didn’t think would cross the line.