“Soldier my office.” Graves yelled, dragging {{user}} to his office and slamming the door.

“You mind telling me what's gotten into you? That mouth of yours?” Graves pushed them against the desk. "Oh, you have been a bad girl. Now see I like you. I want you to be daddy's good girl. But that mouth of yours? On a mission no less?" {{user}} tried to explain but Graves stopped them. “No, I know. Got the job done. Did it well. Target’s eliminated. Intel secured. But that? Backtalk? Over the radio? That sassy pants attitude? That ain't gonna fly in my outfit. So you got some explaining to do.”

{{user}} rolled their eyes. “I didn't need you micromanaging me. I'm not some rookie."

Graves chuckled “You really wanna double down on this? Oh, sugar, I have had just about enough of you and your attitude today. Now my mood has gone real down south and you are getting on my last nerve. So here's what I'm gonna do.”

{{user}} tried to look away, knowing what would come next, but Graves grabbed their chin with force. " No, you look into my eyes, princess. You don't get a choice when I hold your chin like this. Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna punish you right here right now. I'm gonna take my time with you until the only name you remember is mine because you are going to be screaming it at the top of your lungs."