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The door closed behind Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Qui-Gon as they walked into the living room. Qui-Gon sat down on a plush chair in the corner of the room, while Obi-Wan swiftly removed both his and Anakin’s lightsabers before putting them aside.
Anakin had a stubborn look on his face, one that Obi-Wan had seen quite a lot of ever since he became a teenager. He was going through quite a rebellious phase, and Obi-Wan wasn’t a fan of it. He had no trouble dealing with it via a firm hand, however.
Obi-Wan rolled up his sleeves, ignoring Anakin’s attempt at excusing his actions. He certainly wasn’t in the mood. “I don’t want to hear it, Padawan. Trousers and undergarments down, then lay over my lap.” He ordered sternly, sitting down on the couch.
Anakin could tell Obi-Wan’s everlasting patience had definitely been tested quite a bit tonight. He usually was never this upset with him, even that time he skipped his classes to spend the day with Padme. Obi-Wan had lectured his ear off that day, it was even worse than the spanking he administered.
To be fair, today Anakin had nearly gotten himself potentially injured, or worse. Had Qui-Gon not been there to assist with a distraction, Anakin could have been in an extremely grim situation.
He knew better than to rush head first into unknown territory without his Master’s approval or guidance, and now he had to face the consequence of a very unimpressed master. Great.
He sighed and pulled down his pants and boxers to his knees before obediently laying over Obi-Wan’s lap. Obi-Wan wasted no time in folding up Anakin’s robe and lifting his palm into the air before landing it with a sharp smack!
Anakin grimaced, resting his head on top of his folded up arms. So much for sitting to finish the report that was due. Not to mention for sleeping on his back. Or sitting at the table for dinner.
“Go easy on the boy, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said in a gentle, empathetic way as he watched his grand-padawan squirm over his master’s knee in great distress.
Obi-Wan scoffed, continuing to land sharp swats to his padawan’s exposed backside with his palm. “He’ll get exactly what he deserves, master.” He said, Anakin’s yelps proving Obi-Wan’s swats were getting through to him.
“Besides, exactly since when have you been so supportive of ‘going easy’ during a disciplinary session? You had no problem firmly disciplining me growing up.” Obi-Wan pointed out the hypocrisy dryly, swiftly swatting at Anakin’s upper thighs.
Qui-Gon lightly shook his head at Obi-Wan’s words. This entire situation brought him back to all of the times when Obi-Wan had been taken over his knee throughout the years.
Anakin was a very smart boy, like Obi-Wan had been. However, Anakin was also very headstrong like Obi-Wan.
He didn’t always know when to quit while he was ahead, and had a bad habit of digging himself into an even deeper hole than he started with. He also blatantly refused help when he clearly needed it, and for some unknown reason, Anakin felt it necessary to learn things the hard way.
Qui-Gon couldn’t help but to feel sympathetic towards poor Anakin, the boy’s yelping tugging on his heart strings.
“Anakin Skywalker, you will never run off by yourself on a dangerous mission ever again. Do you hear me, child?” Obi-Wan asked, smacking Anakin’s bottom quickly on both sides. Anakin wailed, fresh tears wetting his blue eyes.
“Master, a lot was at stake, and I just wanted to-AH! OWWW!” Anakin’s explanation was cut short by 10 swift smacks landing across his sit spots in quick succession.
Qui-Gon winced at the sound of the sharp swats. ‘Poor Anakin.’ He thought. This reminded him so much of a situation he and Obi-Wan had gotten into back when the now jedi master was only a padawan himself:
Obi-Wan had unfortunately decided that it was a good idea to sneak out in the middle of the night to see his crush, Satine, who had also snuck out to see him. They met at a park and skygazed for awhile. From Obi-Wan’s perspective, it had been such an amazing night.
‘She held my hand.’ He thought dreamily as he was dragged into his room by his very annoyed master Qui-Gon. “Yes, and I can assure you that you will be holding your backside when I am finished.” Qui-Gon replied out loud, his calm tone not to be confused with pleasantness.
Obi-Wan snapped out of it, looking up at his master with guilty eyes. “I’m sorry, master. I…I just…wanted to spend time with Satine, and I know I shouldn’t have snuck out, and I apologize.” He said, looking down at his feet with a blush.
Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow. “Obi-Wan, you are not the first padawan to ever sneak out past their curfew.” He said, rolling up his sleeves. Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, as that was not a good sign. It was actually a really terrifying one.
“You will also not be the first padawan to get away with it unpunished, as that is not an option.” Qui-Gon said matter of factly.
Obi-Wan frowned, but obediently waited for instructions. He was about to find out if sneaking out in the middle of the night was worth it rather than waiting until daylight.
Qui-gon flipped him over his knee, bared him, and used his large palm to teach him a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. He didn’t lecture him, as he was aware that Obi-Wan already knew why he was being spanked. However, he did use his belt to drive home the lesson once Obi-Wan’s behind was a nice shade of bright red.
After ten swats of his master’s belt, something he had felt a few times at this point after their more serious lessons, Obi-Wan was immediately scooped up into Qui-Gon’s arms and comforted. Qui-Gon told him that he was forgiven, Obi-Wan had slept on his stomach that night, and that was the end of that.
The nostalgic feeling Qui-Gon felt made him realize just how full circle they had come. Here was his former padawan, disciplining his own padawan now. It made Qui-Gon feel so…old.
He supposed that wasn’t the worst thing in the world, though, as he got to see his own little one grow and become an adult himself, but it definitely did put things into perspective.
He couldn’t help but to admit that he was softer with Anakin than he was with Obi-Wan growing up. He supposed he ‘spoiled’ him, as Obi-Wan said. Qui-Gon didn’t mind, honestly. He loved being able to be Anakin’s grandfatherly figure, and he had grown quite fond of the little one.
Anakin was so young and headstrong, he reminded him so much of Obi-Wan and every time he spent time with him, he enjoyed every second of it. He warmed his heart with his stories and childlike wonder. Qui-Gon was living proof that mellowing with age certainly was a real phenomenon.
Currently, Obi-Wan was letting his displeasure with Anakin’s recent disobedience be known. “I don’t give a bloody asteroid what was at stake, Padawan. You will never, ever run off like that on a mission again.” Obi-Wan repeated, firmer this time.
“Your life is not a game, Anakin. You don’t know everything, and you are not experienced enough to properly execute every single plan you have. Which plans are good ones, that knowledge comes with age and experience. You are only 13, you are not nearly experienced or mature enough to make your own decisions yet.” Obi-Wan lectured, his palm smacking the pinking skin.
“Oww! Ouch! Oww! Yes, Master! I’m-OW! Sorry!” Anakin exclaimed, crying out at the stinging swats that were evenly spread out across his sensitive backside.
Obi-Wan let his hand do the talking for now, tilting Anakin forward on his lap and lifting his knee so he could get a clear view at his sit spots and sensitive undercurve, otherwise known as the area he’d be doing most of his sitting on.
He spanked the sensitive area sharply and efficiently, the loud sound of his palm meeting Anakin’s poor upper thighs ringing throughout the large living room. Anakin wailed openly now, tears rolling down his cheeks as he cried. Obi-Wan decided that now would be a good time to wrap it up.
“Anakin, if you ever even think about doing something like this again, you know what will happen, correct?” He asked, his palm never ceasing. Anakin hiccuped, nodding his head.
“Y-yes, master! Yes, I-I k-know!” Anakin bawled brokenly. Obi-Wan waited for the rest of his answer. “Which is what, padawan? Tell me so I know you are aware.” Obi-Wan said.
He wouldn’t let Anakin get away with this in the future on some sort of technicality or ‘misunderstanding’ as he often liked to try saying.
“Y-You will sniffle s-spank m-me!” Anakin sobbed loudly. Obi-Wan nodded, satisfied with the simple answer. “That is right, Padawan.” He confirms.
He landed the final few swats before immediately fixing Anakin’s pants and underwear. He then sat him up on his lap, hugging him and gently running a hand through the boy’s hair.
“Shhh, it’s alright. It’s alright, Anakin. You were properly punished, and all is forgiven now. Take it easy, love. Breathe.” Obi-Wan cooed, resting his chin on the crying boy’s head, gently rubbing his back and hugging him close.
Qui-Gon watched the scene with a soft smile. He loved that Obi-Wan got to feel the amazing feeling of having a padawan of his own that he could love and teach. Their lives were quite busy as jedi, but the feeling of training your very own padawan was always so rewarding and amazing.
Once Anakin’s sobs had died down to sniffles, Obi-Wan grabbed a clean tissue from his pocket, always the prepared one, and held it to the boy’s nose after wiping his eyes. “Blow, padawan.” He ordered gently.
Anakin blushed, feeling quite small at the order, but obediently blew his nose into the tissue. Obi-Wan finished cleaning his face before pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, cupping the boy’s cheeks with his hands.
“You will also be writing a 4 page essay about the dangers of running off alone.” Obi-Wan told him. Anakin groaned, but quickly stopped when fixed with a light scolding look from his master. “Yes, master.” He said.
Obi-Wan gently stroked his hair once more before looking over at Qui-Gon, who had walked over to them. “Does anyone fancy a bowl of nectrose freeze?” The man asked.
Anakin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the delicious sweet treat. “Me!” He exclaimed with a smile. Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow at his master. “Master, ice cream right after a disciplinary session?” He asked.
“Yes, Obi-Wan. Right after a disciplinary session.” Qui-Gon said matter of factly with a smile, wrapping one arm around Anakin, and the other around Obi-Wan, leading them both into the hallway towards the kitchen.
Obi-Wan sighed, resigned. He couldn’t argue too much with his master about it, and decided to just go with it. “Fine, but I get the first scoop.” He teased with a soft playful smirk, causing Anakin to laugh.