Let's just pretend both Liam and Zayn did the graffiti in the pictures shown.
"Follow me Zayn," Liam said as he stood up and looked around to make sure there daddies weren't near by.
"Oh jeez, don't tell me you have some wonderful idea that's going to get us in trouble right?" Zayn asked as he stood up.
"Shut up."
"Never."
The two submissive's made there way to the garage where Liam found some paint.
"We are going to paint," Liam said as he pointed to the gallon containers.
"In other words we are going to get our asses whooped. Instead of wasting these gallon containers, let's use my paints. And make it worth it," Zayn said as he led Liam to his collection of paints.
"Hell yeah."
"Hmm, inside or outside?" Zayn asked.
"Let's start with inside and then move outside," Liam responded as they both grabbed a few cans of spray paint.
The two submissive's spent the majority of the day spray painting inside and outside their house, since there daddies were at work no one could stop them. They just wanted to help make the home look prettier.
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And prettier it did.
By the time their daddies got home, the two submissive's were cleaned up and put away the spray paints. They were sitting on the couch, waiting to see their daddies reactions.
Gauging the looks on their daddies faces when they walked into the house, the submissive's were in for one hell of a long night.
"Get over here right now!" Harry ordered as soon as he and the two other dominants stepped foot into the house from the garage.
"Uh-oh," Zayn mumbled.
"Kneel. I want to know why," Is all Harry said as he stared at both Zayn and Liam.
"Wanted to make house look prettier," Liam responded. "Isn't it pretty?"
"This wasn't appropriate to do. And you know this. How many times have any of us told you, you color, paint, whatever on paper. Not on walls!" Niall yelled the last part.
"Go cry me a river," Zayn stated.
"It's not like we harmed anyone. It's just walls," Liam added on.
Go big or go home, right.
"Sure it's "just" walls, just like it'll be "just" your ass that won't be able to sit properly when we are done with you," Louis warned.
"Ooh, I'm so scared," Liam taunted.
"Like I said, go cry me a river. But also build a bridge and get the fuck over it," Zayn said while staring his daddies in the eyes.
The three dominants shared a look with each other before Harry spoke, "please keep digging yourself a bigger hole. You two will not be able to beg, cry, or plead your way out of your punishment. But, I'm tired and so are the other two. So go ahead do as you please, just remember we have all day tomorrow and Sunday to deal with you both." He and the other two left the room after Harry was done speaking and they went upstairs.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Zayn asked Liam once they no longer heard their dominants.
"I'm not sure. Depends on what you're thinking," Liam responded.
"Let's throw a party. It's obvious they aren't going to do anything. So let's make the most of it, while we can."
"Not to bad of an idea, I was thinking we could just leave instead. Go out, have fun. Don't have to worry about anyone breathing down our necks."
"That's a better idea. Let's do that instead."
The two submissive's went and got ready before swiping one of their daddies credit cards and car keys and leaving. Zayn drove them to a club, where they immediately let loose. Buying drink after drink after drink with their daddies card, and dancing with whoever was on the dance floor with them. They were also grinding on each other for majority of the songs.
They were smart enough not to leave each other's side, but dumb enough to keep their drinks exposed. One of the men the boys were grinding on, had a friend that roofied both of their drinks. But before Zayn and Liam could drink it the bartender had whisked them away and returned with shots of water, looks like tequila. Effectively cutting them off. At least one person was looking out for them.
The boys were out for a few hours when they decided it was time to head home and go to sleep. They both knew they were going to have a hangover when they woke up the following morning, but they had fun.
They stumbled out to their daddies car when they were stopped.
