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“Padawan Skywalker!” Anakin hears the instructor’s voice ring out sharply across the training salle as he stands there panting, watching Ferus lie slumped on the floor looking dazed. He can feel the other padawans in the room stop their sparring and turn to look at him and what he’s done, but Anakin can’t even feel embarrassed because anger and adrenaline is still rushing through him. The instructor hurries towards the pair of them and helps Ferus to his feet, who shoots him a glare as he calls the training saber back to his hand.
“Anakin, we do not let our emotions control us,” the instructor scolds, coming over to him with hands on her hips. The rest of the room is quiet and watchful, and a little bit of shame finally comes creeping in. But not enough to stave out the annoyance.
“But he said—”
“I don’t care,” she interrupts him firmly. “I’ve told you too many times now and you should know better. Wait outside while I call your Master.” Anakin hangs his head in resignation, shuffling over to the doors and putting back his saber along the way. Once outside the training salle, he leans against the wall and fidgets, hoping he doesn’t look like he’s supposed to be in trouble. He could just leave on his own before Obi-Wan comes, but he tells himself he doesn’t feel like it. That’s all. Not because he wants to be punished or anything.
Eventually he hears the sound of quick footsteps coming down the hallway, and his Master comes into view, looking concerned. Obi-Wan stops in front of him, looking him over, and when he comes to the conclusion that Anakin isn’t injured, he raises an unamused eyebrow. “Padawan, would you like to tell me why I have to come collect you from your class early?” Obi-Wan asks with a sigh.
“She didn’t tell you?” Anakin asks hopefully, and Obi-Wan frowns.
“No,” he replies, looking at Anakin warely and crossing his arms. “I wanted to give you the chance to tell me on your own. So, will you?”
“No,” Anakin says immediately, copying Obi-Wan and crossing his arms.
“Do you want to try that again?” Obi-Wan asks firmly.
“No, I don’t want to tell you, Master,” Anakin says sullenly with a roll of his eyes. Obi-Wan is looking less and less patient by the second.
“Anakin, you will not like how I will get the answer out of you if you don’t cooperate,” he warns, and Anakin swallows, knowing Obi-Wan is telling the truth.
“Just leave it alone,” he mutters, trying to look anywhere but at Obi-Wan.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan says again, this time gently, wanting to know if this is just him being bratty or something more. “Look at me. What is your color?” Anakin forces himself to look at Obi-Wan for a few seconds, the man who only wants to take care of him, in any way he has to. And Anakin wants that too.
“Green,” he mumbles honestly, hanging his head once more. Obi-Wan’s voice is brisk and stern again.
“Come along, Anakin, I’m not letting you get away with your attitude,” Obi-Wan instructs, grabbing him by the elbow to pull him along down the hallway.
“But—!” Anakin sputters weakly as Obi-Wan marches them towards their rooms.
“Don’t even try it, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says with an exasperated sigh. Anakin continues to glower, though every time they pass someone else in the halls his face gets a little more red, knowing that everyone can tell he’s in trouble. Eventually they make it to their rooms, with Anakin feeling restless as he waits for Obi-Wan to punch in the key code so the door can open. Obi-Wan pulls him inside and shuts the door behind them, with Anakin dragging his feet the entire time. “Take your shoes off and stay here,” Obi-Wan tells him, before disappearing into his bedroom.
Anakin’s stomach sinks, wondering which dreaded implement Obi-Wan is going to use on him. Any one of them would be bad, but the heavy paddle might be the worst. Which of course is the one Obi-Wan comes out with.
“Master, no!” Anakin begs immediately, but Obi-Wan ignores him.
“Anakin, what did I tell you to do?” Obi-Wan scolds him, looking down at his shoes. Anakin hastily takes his boots off and puts them by the door next to Obi-Wan’s, trying to be on better behavior now on the off chance that he can get out of this, even if he knows that’s impossible. That plan immediately goes all out the window when Obi-Wan asks him, “Are you sure you don’t want to tell me now before we begin and make this easier on yourself?”
“No,” Anakin says stubbornly, still not wanting to talk about it. Obi-Wan sighs but doesn’t seem surprised, and sits down on the sofa before placing the paddle next to him.
“Alright. Pants and underwear down and over my lap,” Obi-Wan commands, and Anakin hesitates for a second, shuffling on his feet. “Anakin, I won’t ask again,” Obi-Wan says sharply, and that moves Anakin into action.
“Okay, okay!” he grumbles out in exasperation, shoving his pants and briefs down and stumbling out of them, only leaving his training tunic on.
“The continued attitude is not helping,” Obi-Wan observes, but Anakin continues to scowl as he gets up onto the sofa and drapes himself awkwardly over Obi-Wan’s lap. No matter how many times he’s been in this position, it still feels exposing and embarrassing. Obi-Wan puts a firm hand on Anakin’s lower back, making sure he doesn’t move too much, before his other hand picks up the paddle. Anakin is already gasping for breath as Obi-Wan lightly runs the synth-leather covered paddle over the skin of his ass, making him shiver with anticipation. “Breathe, Padawan,” Obi-Wan reminds him, and that’s all the warning he gets before the paddle lands on one cheek with a sharp crack.
“Ow!” Anakin yelps out as pain seeps out from the spot Obi-Wan hit, and then that’s overshadowed already when Obi-Wan brings the paddle down on the other cheek. Anakin kicks his legs at the sensation, perhaps more exaggerated than his natural reaction, but he can’t help the dramatics. Obi-Wan just tightens his grip on him and gives him two hits in quick succession.
“You’re just making this harder for yourself,” Obi-Wan tells him, though they both know he probably won’t take the advice. Then Obi-Wan brings the paddle down hard on his upper thighs and that has Anakin curling his fingers into the cushion of the sofa with a jolt.
“No, no!” He cries out as Obi-Wan hits there again, the spot tingling harshly and feeling fiery-hot, but never coming close to shouting his safeword.
“You know that’s not going to stop me, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says easily, giving him some more smacks on his ass. Anakin groans and finally goes limp.
“Okay, fine!” Anakin says, though that doesn’t stop the paddling. “Ferus pissed me off and so I pushed him with the Force, but it’s not my fault!” Anakin tries to explain in between hard smacks to his already sore ass.
“Oh, Anakin, I thought we were past this,” Obi-Wan says with a sigh, and Obi-Wan’s disappointed voice has tears springing to Anakin’s eyes.
“But I didn’t start it!” He protests.
“But you continued it and used physical force against him,” Obi-Wan says, before giving him two more smacks on his thighs.
“He deserved it!” Anakin cries out quickly. “He called me weak and taunted me!” A quick series of smacks follow that, making the tears finally fall and create wet splotches on the sofa.
“Whether it was his fault or not, your actions were immature and reflect poorly on me as a Master,” Obi-Wan continues, and Anakin grits his teeth as the spanking gets harder, his entire backside aflame with pain.
“I know, Master, I’m sorry,” he sobs out, finally giving in to his punishment, and the soothing touches Obi-Wan gives him over his back with his free hand are a juxtaposition to the hard cracks of the paddle.
“I know you are,” Obi-Wan says simply. “Hopefully this will remind you not to do it again.”
“I won’t! I’ll be so good!” Anakin promises desperately, even if he’ll probably break that promise later. But that’s what his Master is here for, to remind him of the rules and put him back in his place. There are a few more hard smacks as Anakin sniffles into the cushion, and then it stops as gentle hands are helping him sit up.
“Okay, we’re done now, little one,” Obi-Wan says in a voice that’s suddenly sweet and loving as Anakin immediately wraps his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck and clings onto him, barely paying attention to his burning ass. “You took that very well and now it’s all over,” Obi-Wan continues to praise him, running his hands up his sweaty back and up into his hair. Anakin is still shaking slightly from all the emotions, but he already feels more at ease as he lets the tears dry on his cheeks and Obi-Wan continues to hold him close.
“You know Ferus is just trying to get a reaction out of you and goad you on, right?” Obi-Wan murmurs, and Anakin nods against his shoulder. “And you’re definitely not weak,” he assures him.
“I know that,” Anakin says, pulling his head back and finally cracking a smile. “I can take that paddle and I bet he wouldn’t be able to,” he says proudly.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan playfully scolds, reaching out to tug on his Padawan braid. “But you’re probably right,” he whispers, and Anakin’s grin grows before he tucks his head back onto Obi-Wan’s shoulder, with Obi-Wan giving him a kiss on the side of his head. “I want you to apologize to Ferus tomorrow,” Obi-Wan suddenly says, and Anakin immediately pouts, ready to argue. “However, I will talk to Master Tachi tomorrow about Ferus’ behavior,” Obi-Wan finishes, and Anakin smiles again and wiggles in Obi-Wan’s lap despite his sore behind.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispers happily, hoping Ferus will learn his lesson, even if not quite in the same way Anakin did.