Jeff gave a little chuckle when Harley asked if he needed a hand. "No, thanks. I got it." He said kindly before he headed on inside, and then he told the fourteen year old to go on upstairs to his room. After he left, he looked to Sebastian. "It's alright, love." He said, heading upstairs.
He dropped off Dante's two bags outside the door to his room, and then continued down the hall and carried Harley's bags into his room. He set them down on the floor by the door, looking up to Harley. "You like the room, kiddo?" He asked him, before closing the door. Then, suddenly, he was all business. He headed over to stand in front of Harley.
"Sebastian and I are real happy that we get to have both of you boys here. We really are." He told him firstly. "But, we need to lay down some rules." He said, watching his reactions to what he was saying. "No lying, no staying out past curfew, no breaking any sort of laws, no disobeying us, no cursing, and no fighting." He listed sternly.
"Any rules that are broken will most likely end in a spanking, coupled with whatever other punishments we see fit. You understand, Harley?"
Dante scoffed when Sebastian congratulated him on earning himself a bare bottomed bed time spanking, and then added that he might frequent those so Dante stayed right in line. Dante narrowed his eyes and growled. "No fucking way!" He said, "I'm sixteen, and I am way too Goddamn old for a spanking!" He said, before grimacing as his arm was taken.
He tried to squirm away, to no avail. He crinkled his nose and glared at the man when he led him into his room, the boy crossing his arms over his chest. He wasn't about to do that, either. And he made that known by saying only two words to the father figure.
"Fuck you."
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