Making sure of her

You step back into the living room aware of Valerie's doe like eyes fixed on you. You try to hide your nervousness at Mason's plan, unsure if you really want to go through with it. Sure, you've been part of spitroasting the ripe young teen, but you have doubts about taking it further.

"There's a shower upstairs Valerie," Mason tells her. "You go and clean up. Make yourself fresh again."

"Yes Daddy," she responds, standing up and pushing her leggings the rest of the way down her legs and kicking them off her feet. With a shy look she rolls her thong down her thighs and strips it off, dropping it onto her leggings. With another bashful glance she pull her top over her head and drops it, exposing her ripe breasts encased in a silky black bra. She unsnaps the front clasp and removes it, her breasts standing proud and firm and capped with pert brown nipples. She gives Mason a look that just screams for approval, her face looking both pliant and whorish with smears of come on her cheeks.

"Go on," he tells her. "Take your time."

"Yes Daddy," she murmurs, swaying past you and up the stairs, wantonly displaying her curvy teen body.

"Shit, she's totally into this," you say as she enters the bathroom and closes the door.

"We'll see. I think we need to make absolutely sure. You go upstairs and wait. I'll be up in a second."

You nod and go upstairs while he heads towards the kitchen. A few minutes later he climbs the stairs holding a coffee cup and takes it into his room before joining you to lean against the wall near the bathroom door.

"When she comes out, you need to punish her," he says. "Spank her."

You're shocked "For what? She hasn't done anything."

"Because you need to. She needs to know that we are both in control, and both her "Daddies."

"Do you think...like do you think her father...and her....like have sex?"

"I doubt it. From what I've heard she has him wrapped around her little finger. Maybe she's looking for a strong father figure to provide her with discipline. I think it's a fantasy of hers."

"Are we going to fuck her again? Is that what you have in mind?"

"Do you have a problem with that? You didn't seem to mind having your cock down her throat."

"No I guess I don't have a problem, we've gone so far already, and she seems to like it. But when she said that about breeding her, do you think she's on birth control?"

"I'd guess yes, but I don't know. It doesn't matter to me, I've had a vasectomy. I'm sure not going to be knocking her up." You feel doubtful, thinking of the ramifications of what's happened and what's about to happen.

Just at that moment you hear the shower stop and the sound of footsteps on the tile floor. Mason smiles at you.

"Almost showtime," he says with a grin. "Better get into character and think of a reason to spank the little bitch."