Frighten her

You hear the soft pad of bare feet on the stairs and look up to see Valerie descending. She's wearing one of your white shirts with about half the buttons done up, the shirt falling just past her ass and showing the length of her toned legs.

She pauses at the entrance to the living room, her hair sexily tousled, the very picture of delectable just fucked teen.

"May I come in Daddies?" she asks with a shy smile. Mason makes a gesture of welcome and she takes a few steps nearer. "I fell asleep, and when I woke you were gone. I borrowed a shirt, I hope you don't mind. I'll wash it later."

"That's not necessary," he tells her.

"It smells like you Daddy," she murmurs. "I like that it smells like you. I came down to pick up my clothes. I'm so sorry I left a mess."

"As long as you've learned your lesson," you say as she gets to her knees and starts to pick up her discarded clothes.

"I have Daddy. You were right to punish me for being messy. It won't happen again." You watch as she carefully folds her clothes, loving the look of her naked and clad only in your shirt. As she works the shirt rides up enough to show the bottom curve of her rump and you feel your cock twitch in interest.

"I found your phone," you say, holding it up. "You had a text from Sondra wondering if you're ok."

"I should let her know I'm fine," Valerie murmurs. "I'll do it after I'm finished with my clothes. I don't want her to worry."

"We also looked at your text messages," you add coldly. "That's quite the nasty little plan you have to get us in trouble if you don't get your way. Screaming ****, tearing your clothes, that kind of stuff. And I really like how you call me 'coach numb-nuts.'"

As you speak Valerie has sat up on her haunches, her clothes falling forgotten from her hands, a look of shame and dismay on her face. Her eyes brim with tears as she looks at you, her chin trembling.

"I was bad to think that Daddy," she whimpers sadly. "And I was worse to text it. That was before you both taught me how to be a good girl. I was so bad before, so wicked to do what I did and say what I said. I'm so very sorry Daddy." Tears start to trickle down her pretty cheeks, and her chin is wobbling now. "Do you want to punish me again for being such a wicked girl before?"

"No," Mason answers before you can. "We want you to pick up your shit and get out of here. We don't want to see you again, except in class." Her face crumbles, utterly stricken at the harshness of his words. "We're done with you. Finished."

"No, please Daddy no! Please don't send me away! Please Daddies, please!" she pleads, sobbing and turning her face from one of you to the other in growing panic.