Let her sleep. Talk to Mason

Mason groans with satisfaction, pulling out of Valerie and slumping onto the bed. You ease her lush body off you, and she wriggles and purrs contentedly between you.

"My Daddies are so good to me," she murmurs, languidly stroking you both with her slender hands. "Was I a good girl Daddies?"

"Very good," You tell her, and stroke her hair. Mason grunts agreement and kisses the back of her neck. She moans happily, snuggling between you, then lying still. Her breathing slows and deepens, and after a moment you realise she has fallen asleep.

Mason catches your eye, nodding at the slumbering girl, and gesturing to the door. You nod agreement and the two of you get up carefully so as not to wake her and hurriedly dress before going downstairs.

"What do we do now?" you ask as you sit down in the living room. Your worries and guilt have returned and you feel a deep anxiety over using the emotionally broken girl for sex.

"I think we talk to Ms. Naylor. Tell her that Valerie has come to us voluntarily and made a full and complete apology. Suggest that her eligibility to play be restored on a probationary basis, and that any future incidents will result in permanent ineligibility."

"Do you think she'll agree?"

"I think so. Valerie can write out an apology and confession that we dictate. If I'm reading Ms. Naylor right that should carry a lot of weight. Valerie has a history of poor behaviour, but I think the headmistress will go along with a recommendation from us."

"And what if Valerie does something else? Or what if she doesn't agree to write anything."

"As far as writing an apology, Valerie will do as we tell her. That stuff about being her Daddies is real. That one has complexes on top of complexes. As far as doing something else? I'm thinking that regular preventative discipline should take care of that."

"You mean spanking her?"

"And fucking her. Spanking her and fucking her. It's what she wants from her Daddies," Mason answers with a grin.

"It seems like we're taking advantage of a broken girl," you say, frowning.

"We are," he agrees. "But this broken girl has tried to get teachers fired before and was certainly going to try the same thing with me. And probably you too. She came here to talk to you and was prepared to blow you to get what she wanted. She probably had some half-assed plan to black mail you in mind if you didn't agree."

You nod thoughtfully, then turn your head sharply as a tinkling chime sounds from across the room. Standing up, you pick up a phone from the seat of another chair. The chiming stops, and you touch the screen, swiping your finger across it several times, finding her text messages and reading them with growing anger.

You read an exchange of texts between Valerie and Sondra. Valerie texts that she's going to "make coach numb-nuts" put her back on the team. She adds that if he doesn't she'll say he assaulted her, planning to rip her clothes and run screaming from the cottage. There's some other texts about getting **** on "the pervert drunk" as well. Sondra's responses are not supportive, urging her to give up the idea and refusing to have anything to do with it. The final text, the one that sounded the chime, is Sondra wondering where she is and if she's ok.

"Looks like you were right," you say, handing Mason the phone. "That's the little bitch's phone. Take a look at this chain of texts."

He reads them and nods, then hands you the phone, raising his eyebrows with an 'I told you so' look on his face.

"I think we need to scare the shit out of her," he says.