>>11372235
Consider the giant hag ogre and oni.
They're gruff. They're mean with discipline but know how to joke. It's the balance of casualness and discipline needed to correct brats. All ogres/onis can be cruel and nasty, but as a hag she can also be loving and tender. It's a carrot and a stick.
Pick him up, bring them to their face and say "oi.", then gently flick him to remind him how weak/small he is.
If he continues to be a brat, punish him by dropping him in her sweaty underwear and heading off to the tavern/pub. 10 minutes in the scalding mire of an ogre/onis buttcrack, any more is lethal.
Shift him to the front. The soft but crushing weight of her ruby red/jade green labia is more pleasant than her butt, but he still can't move. It reminds him who's the boss. Inevitably, the sweaty hag pheromones (which get stronger when they get drunk) will poison his mind, and he'll be forced to squirm and lick her colossal sex. It's the brain-fogging aroma of a lonely, older gal. Built from years (maybe decades) of repressed sexual fantasies she never got a chance to live out.
Silver pubes the size of ropes tangle his limbs. The ooze of syrupy warriorjuices choke him with her thick, reeking love. Total incapacitation. Sensory overload. It's a thorough domination, and one she doesn't need to lift a finger to enact. Just sit on her barstool and grind on the seat. His poor behaviour will be melted and smushed out by her absentminded discipline.
Afterwards, she'll dunk him in her drink and down the glass, taking him into her sharp-toothed mouth to reward him. Surprisingly thorough and dexterous licking from a hulking brute's coarse tongue.
Finish with some aftercare between her ample tits, nestled in her bright hued cleavage. Impossibly soft. The safest place in the world is next to the heart of an unstoppable ogre/oni. Gently remind him that he's a 'good 'un' and apologise for going just a bit hard on him, because she really does care for him. Carrot and stick.