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"Let me gooo!!! I didn't do anything, you can't even prove it was meee!" Starscream was honoring his name by screaming at Megatron, who was angrily and frustratingly, trying to put his bratty second-in-commamd over his lap for a well gain and overdue aft whooping.

"Quiet! I know it was you, Soundwave already had show me the video records of you new little plan of betrayal." Megatron's was already fed up, it was already the fifth time this week, and it's still TUESDAY!

"Please Megatron, please, I can explain!" Starscream's voice was high pitched and desperate, his eyes wide with fear as Megatron's strong servos held him firmly in place. Megatron was sit on a armless chair grabbing Starscream's arm woth one of his servos while pulling him towards him.

"Explain what exactly? That you dare to betray me, again?" Megatron's grip tightened Starscream had to bit his lip to restraint himself and not say something that could let him to more troubles.

"No, no, Megatron!" Starscream's voice was frantic. "It's not like that, I swear! It was all a misunderstanding!" The struggle to get out of Megatron's grasp was futile, the leader's strength was by far superior at his. But he had to try, his pride was at stake here. "I just wanted to... to improve things, make them better for all of us!"

Megatron's gaze didn't falter. "Improve things? Yes, definitely." He spoke sarcastically, his grip on Starscream's arm tightening. "You're either the most naive or the most stupid Decepticon I've ever had the displeasure of leading." He sighed, his voice tinged with resignation. "But you know the punishment for treason, don't you?"

Starscream swallowed hard, for common soldiers, the punishment would be death but for him, was something totally different...and humiliating, his optics darting around the room as if searching for a miraculous escape. The scent of oil and metal filled the air as his spark raced, his processor racing even faster. "I know, I know," he stuttered, "but please, let's talk about this. I promise I have a very very good explanation, I promise!"

"Yes, I'm sure you have... just like you had for the other SEVENTY-NINE betrayals this month, and we're still in SECOND WEEK." He pulls the seeker closer, even sitting towering over the young Decepticon.

Starscream felt his whole frame tremble as Megatron's grip was like a vice, and he knew he was going to end with a very sore aft and a more bruised ego.

"You're going to spank me? Could you at least choose a punishment less... childish?" Starscream's voice was incredulous, his eyes wide with shock and indignation. "I'm a mech! not a sparkling!" He began to kick his legs wildly, his heels clanking against the floor he barely reach with each futile attempt to break free. "Let me go!!!", The seeker's tantrum didn't surprise Megatron in the slightest, nor did the window-cracking screech, which had become normal at the Decepticon base.

Megatron's lip twitched, the beginnings of a smirk playing on his lips. "You could have fooled me." He leaned back, hauling Starscream's squirming form over his lap with surprising ease. "But if I want something less 'childish', I can always go get the paddle."

Starscream's optics widened in fear, his voice a high-pitched squeak. "Nononono, NO! Megatron! That's not what I meant!" His legs kicked out once more, his heels connecting with the floor with a clang. "I'll take being spanked by your servo! I'll take it! Just don't go and get the paddle, Please!" The words tumbled out of his mouth like a scared little newspark, and he realized too late that he had just admitted his guilt.

Megatron couldn't help but chuckle, his amusement and mockery clear in his tone. "As I thought. And you say you're isn't a sparkling? As soon as someone gets a firm servo, you slink away in fear and throw a tantrum like a spoiled newspark" He pinned Starscream's wiggling frame down with surprising ease, one servo on the small of his back, the other keeping his legs in place. "With any luck, now you'll at least improve your attitude."