Who knows, but you step in again.

This time Brian grabs Grace, pulling her off Valerie as the two of them struggle. You grab Valerie, who fights like a maddened animal, shrieking as she tries to get loose and get to the redhead that Brian holds down on the couch. For her part Grace is trying to get off the couch, squalling angrily at him as restrains her. One of her flailing hands rakes him across the face, and he snarls angrily, shaking her and slamming her against the couch.

"That's it! Hurt that skinny bitch! Kill her Daddy!" Valerie squeals nastily. "Let me! Claw her fucking tits off!"

You slap her hard across the face, then fling her onto the other end of the couch, standing over her as she looks up at you, holding her cheek in shock. Her top has been torn down the middle, her ripe tits exposed, her nipples stiff and erect.

"I'm sorry Daddy! I'm Sorry!" she squeaks as she cowers in the corner of the couch. "Don't be mad at me! Please Daddy I'm Sorry!"

"You are one step away from expulsion, you stupid bitch," you snarl, pointing your finger at her tearful face. "Behave yourself!" She nods frantically, her eyes locked on yours.

"You settle fucking down!" Brian growls at Grace who is still struggling and squalling. Her lithe legs are flailing and kicking as she tries to push him off, her hands clawing at him. "Goddamn it, settle down!" he repeats, manhandling her over his lap and spanking her rump hard as she squeals in protest.

"Let me go! Let me kill that fucking bitch! Stop! You can't spank me!" she wails as he smacks her hard. "Mr. Carter! Stop him! Don't let him! Owwwwwwww! Stop! Oh please stop!"

"That's right! Hurt her Daddy!" Valerie snarls gleefully, suddenly forgetting her unspoken promise and watching Grace's spanking with avid excitement.

"I told you to behave yourself," you growl, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her over your lap as you sit, jerking her shorts down and raining smacks down on her bare squirming rump.

"Oh God! Daddy! Stop! I'll be Good! Oh Please Stop!" she squeals frantically as she struggles and flails desperately.

The room is full of the sounds of hands smacking on teen rumps and the wails of their dismay as the two angry teens writhe your laps.