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Obi-Wan Kenobi rubbed at his aching bottom, bitterly regretting the moment of defiance that had flared up during his lightsaber practice. The twelve-year-old Padawan had been given a scorcher of a spanking from Master Drallig, leaving him sore, sniffling and very, very sorry. Master Drallig had scolded him the entire time, while scattering flaming handprints all over his rear end, and that was before Obi-Wan had then told him exactly where he should go. After that, Master Drallig hadn’t held back, and Obi-Wan’s behind had encountered Master Drallig’s fearsome strap.
Slowly, he limped back to his quarters, Master Jinn’s small but comfortable apartment. Obi-Wan had moved into it a few months earlier when Master Jinn had chosen him as his apprentice. Obi-Wan wasn’t quite used to living with the man yet; he was too used to the dormitories he shared with his clanmates where he had slept since he first arrived at the Temple, nearly a decade ago. The luxury of his own room in Master Jinn’s apartment was a novelty that hadn’t yet lost its shine. He had worried he would be lonely, living away from the others his age, but Qui-Gon’s presence filled the apartment so completely and took up so much of Obi-Wan’s attention that, in many ways, he felt more crowded in their quarters than when he was in a dormitory that slept twelve. Master Jinn was not an easy man to ignore.
Obi-Wan paused for a moment, his throbbing bottom paining him as he climbed one of the many temple staircases, and he wiped away the tears that still kept springing to his eyes. He tried to shake off the misery, telling himself that he’d had many a spanking before now, but this just made him feel even worse. He had never received such a vicious punishment before- and, even worse, he hadn’t even been spanked at all since Qui-Gon had chosen him. What would Master Jinn think when he found out about his behaviour that afternoon?
Obi-Wan bit his lip, worrying it between his teeth as he mused on the problem while hobbling down another one of the endless corridors of the Temple. What if Master Jinn decided to punish him too? He knew that some of his friends had Masters that did that, further impressing whatever lessons their errant young Padawans were supposed to have learned deep into their backsides. Quin’s Master was like that, and Obi-Wan knew that Master Tholme was a great friend of Master Jinn. He grimaced at the thought of another spanking. He didn’t think his butt would be able to withstand any further punishment.
But what if the consequences were even worse than another hiding? Obi-Wan knew that it had been difficult for the Council to find a Master for him in the first place, what with his reputation for having a bit of a temper and being difficult to manage. There had been a good deal of ‘ringing round’ eligible Jedi from what he had gathered, and in the end it had been the unconventional Qui-Gon Jinn who had taken him on. Obi-Wan’s stomach plummeted right down to his boots as a nasty thought occurred to him. What if Master Jinn decided he wasn’t worth the effort anymore?
Obi-Wan’s unpleasant train of thought was interrupted when he realised that he was standing outside the door to their apartment. He sighed as he placed his thumb on the entry pad. Maybe Master Jinn would be out and he could stick his butt in some cold water or something. Anything to try to get rid of the horrible smarting sting.
The door slid open and Obi-Wan walked inside, the calming interior soothing his jangled nerves for a moment. Master Jinn’s apartment was filled with flora from many different planets; some collected on his travels, others given as gifts. Some were apparently even grown from cuttings from the Temple Gardens, though Master Jinn had sworn him to secrecy over that. Apparently the Temple gardeners frowned on that sort of thing. The overall effect of the verdant foliage was deeply relaxing and it never failed to make Obi-Wan smile. Well, it never usually failed. Obi-Wan was too sore and upset to give the interior decoration anything more than a cursory glance as he limped across the room and locked himself in the ‘fresher. Pulling down his trousers, he examined his glowing rear in the mirror with a grimace and then wet a flannel to try to cool the area down.
It didn’t seem to do much good. Master Drallig had done a thorough job disciplining him, and Obi-Wan was sure he wouldn’t be able to sit for a week. The cold flannel did absolutely nothing for the heat or the pain, and he tossed it in the sink and angrily wiped at the fresh tears that had started streaming down his face.
He heard a beep and the swoosh of the apartment door sliding open, and he knew that Master Jinn had returned from wherever he had been. Hurriedly, Obi-Wan righted his clothes and splashed his face, trying to eliminate all traces of the tears that stained his cheeks. He took a deep breath, checked his mental shields, double-checked his reflection, and then strolled out of the ‘fresher as casually as his punished bottom could manage.
He spotted Master Jinn in the kitchenette, serenely making another one of his revolting herbal teas. The tall Jedi Master turned to him with a kind smile, his blue eyes twinkling.
‘Well now, young one. I’d offer you some tea but you’ve made your feelings quite clear on the matter in the past.’
Obi-Wan tried his best to smile back, and he was a pretty good actor. He might have gotten away with it around anyone who knew him more casually. But Master Jinn’s eyes darkened, and he sent a wave of concern directly through their bond that smashed through Obi-Wan’s defences. Before he even knew what had happened, Master Jinn had scooped him up and cuddled him close to his chest.
Obi-Wan’s defences crumbled completely, and he sobbed his sorrows into Master Jinn’s shoulder. Qui-Gon said little, just settled the pair of them comfortably on the sofa and gently stroked Obi-Wan’s hair, lightly playing with his Padawan braid. Obi-Wan shifted painfully, and Master Jinn gave him a knowing look.
‘How about you tell me what happened today in class and what it was you did that earned you a spanking, little one.’
Obi-Wan gaped, panic coursing through his veins, but Master Jinn smiled kindly at him.
‘It’s alright, Padawan. I’m not in the business of punishing young Jedi when they’ve already been dealt with. Just start at the beginning and tell me the whole story.’
Obi-Wan reluctantly began his tale of woe, safely wrapped in his Master’s embrace. When he got to the bit about what he had said to Master Drallig and where Obi-Wan had told him he should go, he hesitated, chewing his lip anxiously and darting his eyes to look at Master Jinn. Qui-Gon merely inclined his head.
‘Go on, Obi-Wan. What happened then?’
Obi-Wan felt the tears rising up in his chest again and prickling the bridge of his nose.
‘He…he…he used the s..s…strap on me, Master.’
Qui-Gon Jinn’s serene facial expression flickered for a moment, and an angry shadow crossed his features before he schooled them back into his usual expression of polite interest. He squeezed Obi-Wan tightly for a moment before speaking.
‘May I see?’
Obi-Wan stared at him for a moment, bewildered, before he realised what Master Jinn meant. A scarlet flush crept up his neck and spread across his cheeks.
‘I need to see how badly you are hurt, Obi-Wan.’
Master Jinn was steadfast and immovable, and Obi-Wan found himself lowering his trousers and presenting his buttocks to his Master for inspection.
Very calmly and deliberately, Master Jinn stood and walked over to the kitchenette. He reached up and brought out a glass jar from the medicines he kept up high, and then went back over to where Obi-Wan was waiting, embarrassed.
‘Over my lap, young one. Get yourself comfortable.’
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened for a moment, convinced that another spanking was about to happen or worse, but then Master Jinn smiled gently and held the jar up so he could read the label.
Bacta cream.
Master Jinn held out his hand, and carefully helped Obi-Wan settle on the sofa across his lap. Obi-Wan grabbed a cushion and hugged it tightly as Qui-Gon cautiously applied the cream to his scalded skin. The bacta stung initially, but then the blissful cooling pain-relief began to take over. Obi-Wan sighed happily as the pain began to fade, relaxing muscles he hadn’t even realised were tense. Master Jinn gently applied a second layer of the cooling cream, smoothing it with a great deal of care and tenderness.
‘Let’s talk about what you could have done differently, Padawan. What went wrong?’
‘What went wrong was when I went to class in the first place.’
Master Jinn poked him in the shoulder and meaningfully rested a hand on Obi-Wan’s bottom for a moment. Obi-Wan sighed and chewed his lip thoughtfully.
‘I guess…I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for class really. I know you told me that I ought to meditate before I do lightsaber training, especially when it’s with Master Drallig. But I didn’t today. I was catching up with my History essay instead.’
‘Which you should have done last night but instead you were messing around with Quin?’
Obi-Wan scrunched up his nose and then sighed.
‘Yes, Master.’
‘And so then you weren’t in the right frame of mind for class, which led to you getting into trouble. And then you lost your temper, again because you skipped your meditation. Which got you into even more of a mess, didn’t it?’
‘Yes, Master.’
‘I am reminded of the Tale of the Snowball and the Avalanche.’
Obi-Wan groaned to himself. He was acutely aware now that he was still lying bare over his Master’s lap, and he really hoped that Qui-Gon wasn’t about to launch into the tale that he’d had read to him so many times in the crèche.
‘I hope you have learned your lesson,’ Master Jinn said, mildly.
‘Yes, Master. I’m really sorry. I’ll never skip meditation before class again, I promise.’
Master Jinn helped him up and fixed his clothes. Impulsively, Obi-Wan hugged his master, squeezing him tight.
‘Thank you, Master.’
‘You don’t need to thank me for taking care of you, little one. It’s my job as your Master, but even more importantly than that – it’s my pleasure. I’m growing very fond of you, Padawan-mine. So no more thoughts about how you think I’m going to get rid of you over one mistake.’
Obi-Wan stared in awe at his Master, who winked at him.
‘Now, let me make a fresh pot of tea and then we can meditate together.’
Obi-Wan grumbled, and Qui-Gon gave his braid an affectionate tug.
‘Maybe we can find some cookies in the cupboard somewhere. You put the kettle on, and I’ll have a look.’
Obi-Wan grinned, and followed his Master to the kitchenette.