He's nervous

You step back into the living room aware of Valerie's doe like eyes fixed on you. You want to ensure her utter submission and compliance, and you want to ensure that your roommate is in this just as deep as you are. You had let your temper get away with you when she attacked you as you surprised her sucking cock, but you were thinking clearly and calmly now.

"There's a shower upstairs Valerie," you tell 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 at you 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 you a look that just screams for approval, her face looking both pliant and whorish with smears of come on her cheeks.

"Go on," you tell her. "Take your time."

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

"Shit, she's totally into this," Brian says 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."

He nods and goes upstairs while you go into the kitchen. It takes a few minutes to find what you were looking for, but you finally walk upstairs carrying a coffee cup half full of olive oil. Brian is leaning against the wall near the bathroom door, once again looking nervous. You put the cup on your bedside table, then join him on the landing.

"When she comes out, you need to punish her," you tell him. "Spank her."

He looks 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." He looks doubtful, obviously 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. You smile at Brian, anticipating what's to come.

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