"That mouth of yours has been getting you into a lot of trouble these days, eh Liebchen?" It always ended this way. If you acted out of line, whether with him or the men, he'd take you back to his barracks.

And although he did indeed discipline you, it wasn't necessarily in the way everyone thought it was. Now here you were in his grasp, legs over his shoulders and his teeth grazing the inside of your thigh in an attempt to ease your tension, "Hm? What's got you so worked up?" He purred.