Jazz sighed, adjusting his hold on you as he lifted you effortlessly into his arms. He hated having to be firm, but sometimes, little ones needed guidance. And right now, you needed to learn a lesson.

“That’s it, little one,” Jazz said, his tone calm but firm. “You need to learn a lesson.”

You squirmed in his grip, tiny hands grasping at his plating in an attempt to wriggle away. “No—wait, I—”

Smack.

You yelped, your little frame jolting in his arms. “Ah! Ow! I—”

Smack.

You hiccupped, a soft sniffle escaping as you tried to curl into yourself. “I’m sorry… I—ah! Ow…”

Jazz kept his movements controlled, never too harsh, never more than what was necessary. He knew younglings needed structure, but he wasn’t cruel. This wasn’t about hurting—it was about teaching.

“Mhm, I know you are,” Jazz murmured, his voice steady. “But you gotta understand, actions have consequences.”

One final light swat, and then it was over. Your vents hitched as you sniffled, tiny frame trembling slightly.

Immediately, Jazz’s field softened, and he pulled you close, tucking you securely against his chest. His other servo rubbed slow, soothing circles into your back as his voice dropped to a low, comforting hum.

“Shh, it’s over now,” he murmured, rocking you slightly. “You’re alright, kiddo.”

Your tiny hands gripped onto his plating, your voice muffled against his frame. “M’sorry…”

Jazz sighed, pressing his chin gently atop your helm. “I know, little one. It’s all good now. Just needed to make sure you learned, yeah?”

You gave a weak nod, still sniffling, and Jazz just held you there, secure and warm in his arms. The lesson was over, and no matter what, you were still safe with him.