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Ever since Anakin had joined their family, Qui-Gon had been giving so much attention to the boy.
Anakin was only nine and he was new to everything, so of course he was given more direct supervision from their master.
Obi-Wan understood why, but it didn’t make him feel any less left out or forgotten. He knew Qui-Gon still cared about him, but after watching them bond and grow closer, he found himself becoming more and more jealous of their connection.
Obi-Wan knew they’d be getting an additional padawan, but he didn’t expect them to become so close in such a short amount of time. It felt like his master had forgotten all about him and moved onto his shiny new toy.
Anakin found himself quite clingy to Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon, of course, didn’t mind at all.
Anakin brought out a charming sense of youth and adventure in the man, something young children often did. Obi-Wan remembered when that was him.
Obviously, Qui-Gon treated Obi-Wan with respect at the ripe age of 16.
Obi-Wan had desperately pleaded for his master to treat him like a ‘young man’ rather than a little boy, and his master had. He allowed him a later curfew, more independence on missions, and spoke to him with maturity. It was the best feeling in the world! Well, he thought it was at first.
That was before young Anakin walked into their lives a few weeks ago. Unbeknownst to Obi-Wan, he discovered that he had a little bit of an envious streak.
The more time they spent together, the more stories Qui-Gon fondly told his newest padawan, the more attention Anakin was showered with, the more praise the boy got for being a prodigy that had so much potential for his age…it began to secretly irritate Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan remembered when Qui-Gon used to kiss him on the forehead as often as he did Anakin. How he’d cuddle him and hold him close for story time and tea. How he’d praise how far he’d come in his training journey.
Now, it felt like he was just old news.
Despite his best efforts, Obi-Wan couldn’t always hide his jealousy. Qui-Gon had noticed Obi-Wan’s demeanor change over the weeks, and he had tried to include him when he saw that he was isolating himself.
“Obi-Wan, would you like to come join us?” Qui-Gon asked as he shuffled a deck of cards. Obi-Wan, who was ‘reading a book’ and didn’t realize he had been watching them from his position on the couch, had politely declined.
“Oh, no thank you, Master. You two have fun.” Obi-Wan responded, leaving the two alone as he walked into the next room with his book.
Despite his jealousy, Anakin was blissfully unaware of Obi-Wan’s feelings, and had picked Obi-Wan as the teenager to be attached to at the hip. ‘Lucky me…’ Obi-Wan thought sarcastically, still a bit bitter.
All things considered, Obi-Wan had done a good job not allowing his personal feelings to come between him and Anakin. He knew that the boy wanted to learn the same skills Obi-Wan did, and he could respect that.
So, he remained cordial with the boy and didn’t let his jealousy get the best of him…well, that was until this particular mission.
As Obi-Wan and Anakin followed behind Qui-Gon while they walked around the planet, their master had allowed them to go and spend some time together.
He wanted to encourage them to get closer since Anakin was a part of their family now and he wanted his padawans to get along.
Obi-Wan originally dreaded this idea, not wanting to spend alone time with the enthusiastic little padawan who looked more like a 6 year old than a 9 year old. However, he knew better than to reject Qui-Gon’s request, so he nodded.
“Come along, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said calmly as Anakin grinned and followed.
“This planet is so cool! Isn’t it crazy how gravity works differently on so many different planets?” The blonde boy asked.
Obi-Wan hummed in acknowledgement. “Very fascinating, indeed.” He said.
As the younger padawan continued to chat and bring up a multitude of different topics, something caught the attention of Obi-Wan, pausing him in his tracks.
It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary; there was a royal guard standing near the entrance of an important historical building.
A few feet beside him in the beautiful garden lay a water hose. A smirk formed on Obi-Wan’s face as he came up with an evil idea.
The teenager turned to the confused boy looking up at him. “Why did we stop?” Anakin asked.
“Hey Anakin, how good are you at using the force?” Obi-Wan asked. Anakin blinked and thought about it for a moment.
“Hmm…well, I am just picking up on the basics, but Master Qui-Gon said I was really good for my age!” Anakin exclaimed with a proud smile.
Obi-Wan nodded. “Ah, I see. Do you think you are up for a game of truth or dare, then?” He asked, knowing the adventurous boy would pick dare. Anakin’s eyes lit up in amusement, nodding.
“Heck yeah I am! I choose dare!” Anakin exclaimed, excited to finally have some fun with Obi-Wan.
“I dare you to pick up that water hose using only the force, and spray that boring guard over there.” Obi-Wan said, earning a mischievous grin from Anakin.
“Do you really think I can do it?” Anakin asked, admittedly a bit unsure of his skills.
Obi-Wan nodded. “Of course I do. I’ve seen your progress in training, Anakin. You can do anything you set your mind to.” Obi-Wan said.
Anakin smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you’re right! I’ll do it!” He stated.
So, Obi-Wan watched as Anakin walked over to the garden, lifted his hand, and intensely focused his energy on the water hose.
He wasn’t quite sure if the boy would be able to actually turn on the hose, as that required a bit more concentration. However, it was worth a shot.
Obi-Wan was tired of Anakin receiving all of Qui-Gon’s attention, so a petty part of him wanted to see him get in trouble for something.
Anakin had successfully lifted the water hose using the force, and was now levitating it next to the blissfully unaware guard.
As expected, the boy seemed to have a little bit of trouble actually getting the hose to turn on.
“Come on…come on…” Anakin spoke to himself, his teeth gritted and his brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate.
Before any of the water could spray from the hose, Anakin was suddenly scooped up under a strong, familiar arm.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as the hose fell to the ground, all of his attention now on his master and his younger brother a few feet away.
Anakin yelped as Qui-Gon landed a flurry of sharp, heavy handed smacks to the seat of Anakin’s pants.
Obi-Wan grimaced sympathetically, knowing that Qui-Gon’s swats were quite painful. He felt an immediate guilt pool in his stomach as he heard little Anakin begin to cry.
“Master!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, quickly moving over to them as Qui-Gon set the bawling blonde back in his feet.
Anakin’s hands immediately sprung back to his bum, holding it as he cried. Qui-Gon had come out of nowhere, which he was apparently very good at doing.
Obi-Wan felt like the biggest jerk to have ever lived as he saw poor Anakin in tears. He was the reason he had gotten into that situation to begin with, and even if Anakin didn’t end up getting the guard wet, it wasn’t right.
Qui-Gon gave Anakin a stern look, shaking his head chastisingly. “You know better, Anakin. I expect more from you. You are well aware that misusing the force, especially when your intentions are to harm someone, is unacceptable. I am very disappointed in you, my young padawan.” Qui-Gon scolded.
Qui-Gon’s eyes fell upon Obi-Wan, noting that the teenager had a look of immense regret on his face. Clearly, Obi-Wan had a lot to do with this. However, he knew his eldest, and he knew that he’d want to come clean very soon.
So, he took a sniffling Anakin by the hand and turned to walk away. “Come, Obi-Wan. We are going home.” He said.
Obi-Wan obediently walked with them, his thoughts running a mile a minute and his guilt eating him up on the inside.
“What do you have to say for yourself, padawan?” Qui-Gon asked, his arms crossed as he looked at his youngest padawan.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan sat on opposite couches in the living room. Anakin had changed into his pajamas, a very sorry look on his face. His hair was still damp due to just having it washed by Qui-Gon after his shower.
Punished or not, the man put cleanliness and hygiene before all else and he had already planned on shampooing Anakin’s hair when they got back from the mission.
Anakin looked so much younger than he was, especially standing there in his pjs with the saddest little face Obi-Wan had ever seen.
“M’sorry, Master. I just…” Anakin trailed off, not wanting to throw Obi-Wan under the bus and expose that it had been what he was dared to do.
Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow. “Yes?” He urged calmly. Anakin’s bottom lip quivered and he shook his head, breaking Obi-Wan's heart into a thousand little pieces. He couldn’t just let Anakin get punished without speaking up.
Yet…this was what he wanted, right? That was the whole purpose of all of this, to get Anakin in trouble. So, why did he feel so bad now? What changed?
Whatever it was, Obi-Wan couldn’t bear to watch his brother get spanked. So, he stood to his feet. “I’ll leave you two alone…” The sixteen year old said.
Qui-Gon shook his head, pointing back to the couch. “No, you’ll sit there.” He said, his tone letting him know that it wasn’t a suggestion.
Obi-Wan gulped, immediately sitting back down. “Anakin, come here please.” Qui-Gon said, pointing to the spot in front of him.
Anakin sniffled, slowly shuffling over to his master. “D-do you hate me now, Master?” Anakin asked.
Qui-Gon stood the boy in between his legs, gently cupping his cheek. “Of course not, little one. You made a mistake, but I could never hate you for it. You are only a padawan, after all.” Qui-Gon said.
“However, you are in trouble for doing something naughty. I’m disappointed that you’d use the force to pull off immature pranks, especially involving innocent people. That’s not how I taught you, Anakin. You are better than that.” Qui-Gon finished.
Anakin nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Yes, Master. I’m really really sorry. I’ll never misuse the force again.” Anakin promised.
Qui-Gon gave him a soft smile, stroking his damp hair. “Well, I have no doubt you’ll try not to.” He said.
“Let’s finish this, then.” Qui-Gon said, easily turning the boy over his large knee. After swiftly pulling down Anakin’s pajama pants and undergarments, he rested a hand on the small of the boy’s back and lifted the other into the air. Before he could land it, he was promptly interrupted.
“Master, I was the one who dared him to use the force and lift the hose to spray the guard with it!” Obi-Wan blurted out.
Anakin’s eyes widened, looking over at Obi-Wan in shock from his position over their master’s knee. Qui-Gon, on the other hand, didn’t seem nearly as surprised.
“I know, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon said patiently. Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped. How did he know that?!
“Be that as it may, your younger brother needs to learn that it is not okay to misuse the force, whether he was dared to or not.” Qui-Gon said, aiming his words directly towards the boy over his knee.
Anakin whimpered softly in response, knowing his master was right but still not wanting a sore behind.
With that, Qui-Gon landed the first smack across Anakin’s bum. Anakin squeaked, holding onto Qui-Gon’s leg for support.
Obi-Wan couldn’t bear to watch, looking down at the floor. He could only ignore so much though as Qui-Gon landed smack after smack to Anakin’s pale bottom.
Anakin wailed, tears already making their way down his cheeks as the spanking proceeded.
Obi-Wan was tempted to just hand over his lightsaber right now and find a lonely cave on a remote planet to spend the rest of his miserable life in. How could he have set poor little Anakin up like that?! What kind of big brother was he?!
As Obi-Wan mentally beat himself up and grimaced at the loud sound of swats being landed, Qui-Gon focused on delivering an important, albeit painful lesson to his youngest.
His hand covered almost the entirety of Anakin’s backside, and although he had adjusted how much strength he was putting into the swats in comparison to how he’d punish Obi-Wan, he knew that it was still leaving a lasting impression.
Soon, Anakin’s bottom was a light shade of pink. “If someone dares you to do something you know you have no business doing, you do not do it, Anakin.” Qui-Gon lectured, lifting his knee and popping Anakin’s sit spots.
As expected, Anakin audibly shouted in response. “OWWW! OWW OWW OWWW!! Y-Yes sob Master!” He cried.
Obi-Wan felt tears form in his eyes as the heavy guilt weighed on his heart. He let his bitter emotions get the best of him, and now he had to watch Anakin get punished as a result of what he had dared him to do. It was very out of character for him, Qui-Gon agreed.
“If we have to have this conversation again, I will be using your hairbrush across your behind instead, young man. Do I make myself clear, padawan?” Qui-Gon asked, never ceasing his palm as he continued to spank.
Anakin sobbed, tears falling onto the couch cushion as he bawled. “Y-Y-Yes hiccup M-Masterrr!~” He cried helplessly.
Qui-Gon assessed the small rosy bottom over his knee, noting that he had done a thorough job of heating it up. So, after landing a handful of swats to his undercurve, Qui-Gon was finally finished.
“It’s alright, Anakin. You are forgiven, and you took your punishment very well. I’m proud of you. It’s quite alright, now…” Qui-Gon whispered, gently rubbing the boy’s back.
He fixed Anakin’s pants before flipping him to sit upon his lap, wrapping his large arms around the boy as he sobbed into his chest.
While Anakin got comforted, Obi-Wan stood to his feet. “Pardon me, Master.” He said, his voice breaking with emotion as he quickly and tearfully walked to his room, closing the door behind him and immediately jumping onto his bed so he could bury his face into his pillow and cry.
Qui-Gon allowed Obi-Wan to go, knowing he had clearly gotten the message he had intended to send by making him watch Anakin’s spanking. He wanted the teenager to know that his influence had consequences.
Anakin clung to Qui-Gon as he was showered with comfort, crying his heart out.
Once his tears had finally subsided and been reduced to the occasional sniffle, Qui-Gon grabbed a clean tissue from the box resting on the side table next to the couch and gently wiped Anakin’s face.
“How are you feeling, padawan?” Qui-Gon asked. Anakin sighed softly, resting against him. “Sad that Obi-Wan is going to get a spanking, too.” He said.
Though he was young, he was very observant for his age. He knew that Obi-Wan was about to get disciplined for his part in all of this.
“Master, does Obi-Wan like me?” Anakin asked, playing with Qui-Gon’s sleeve. Qui-Gon gave him a light and encouraging squeeze.
“Of course he does, little padawan. He is just adjusting to having a new padawan in our home, which can make him feel certain emotions he otherwise wouldn’t. It’s natural, though. When big brothers get brand new little brothers, it often takes some time for them to warm up to each other in the beginning.” Qui-Gon explained. “Especially because my attention is now divided between the two of you now.” He said.
Anakin could understand that. He didn’t hold any grudges towards Obi-Wan, knowing what it felt like to be jealous. “I understand. I get jealous of how great his skills are sometimes.” He said.
Qui-Gon smiled, lifting Anakin’s chin to look him in the eye. “You will get there soon. I have no doubt in my mind.” He said, giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead.
Anakin smiled, relaxing against the man. They stayed like that for a little while longer before Anakin stood to his feet, gingerly rubbing his bottom.
“Ouch…I guess I’ll be sleeping on my stomach for a few nights.” He said, earning a light chuckle from Qui-Gon.
“You will be just fine, Padawan.” He said, gently ruffling the boy’s hair. “Now, why don’t we get you some tea and a snack before dinner is ready.” Qui-Gon said.
Normally, he’d discourage snacks before dinner, but he had a bit of time before it was ready, and he still had another padawan to punish in the meantime.
“Ooh, can I have cookies?!” Anakin exclaimed. Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow at him, showing that wasn’t necessarily his first pick for a snack.
Anakin and sugar wasn’t always the best combination, and it really didn’t take much for him.
Anakin blinked and then nodded in understanding. “Ahh, right. Sorry, I meant biscuits.” He corrected. Qui-Gon laughed, shaking his head at the boy’s cheekiness.
“Very well, perhaps just one.” He said, smiling as Anakin cheered, his sore bottom apparently forgotten about.
Obi-Wan heard his door open as he cried, knowing exactly who it was. He sniffled as he sat up, wiping his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Master.” He apologized. Qui-Gon frowned, moving to sit next to his eldest padawan.
“Obi-Wan, why did you do that?” He asked patiently, his tone showing no signs of malice or anger. Obi-Wan looked down at his feet, ashamed.
“I…I was just jealous. Really, really jealous. I was upset that you were paying so much attention to Anakin and it felt like he was taking you from me. I missed what it was like with just you and I.” Obi-Wan confessed. Qui-Gon wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
“From what I remember, you asked me to treat you like a ‘young man’ rather than a little boy. I thought you enjoyed that sense of responsibility and freedom.” Qui-Gon said. Obi-Wan nodded tearfully.
“I-I did say that, yes. And I meant it; I really did love that sense of freedom, but for some reason when I saw you and Anakin spending so much time together and getting closer and closer…I just got jealous.” Obi-Wan admitted.
“I don’t know why, I just did. It’s like I just wanted you all to myself, and since Anakin is so young and needs so much more constant attention than I do, I just…” Obi-Wan sighed, hanging his head shamefully.
“I’m sorry, Master. I was being hypocritical, telling you that I didn’t want as much of your attention, yet having the audacity to get upset when you give it to someone else who needs it. It’s not fair of me, and I feel awful for setting Anakin up like that.” Obi-Wan said.
Qui-Gon gently tilted Obi-Wan’s chin up, looking him in the eye with sincerity. “Obi-Wan, I completely understand why you felt the way you did.” Qui-Gon said. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened. “Y-You do?” He asked.
Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes, Padawan. I do. You seeing me shower Anakin with attention after you had already established that you wanted less direct attention from me made you miss it. You saw from another perspective what it looked like, and it made you wish you had never said you wanted more independence.” He said.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s as though you thought I was ‘replacing’ you, in a way. Is that right?” Qui-Gon asked. Tears began to fill Obi-Wan’s eyes again as he nodded, his bottom lip quivering.
Qui-Gon sighed, pulling the boy to sit in his lap as he wrapped his arms around him. “Oh, Obi-Wan. I am sorry that I made you feel left out or that you couldn’t ask for my attention anymore.” He said, holding him as he cried into his shoulder.
“It’s n-not sniffle your fault, Master. You did try to include me, but I was too s-stubborn to accept your offers.” Obi-Wan’s muffled voice said. Qui-Gon gently rubbed his back, stroking his hair with his other hand.
“Well, from now on, I want you to know that there is no shame in wanting my attention. If you are feeling left out, you are always welcome to join us. I’ll make sure that you and I have some alone time to bond as well. Oh, and young one, I’ll always be your master, and you’ll always be my Obi-Wan Kenobi. Nobody could ever replace you.” Qui-Gon said.
Obi-Wan looked up at him, tears rolling down his cheeks. “Y-you really mean it, Master?” He asked. Qui-Gon smiled softly, nodding. “I certainly do, son.” He said.
After allowing them to have a peaceful moment to enjoy each other’s company in silence, Qui-Gon eventually let out a soft sigh.
“You know that I am going to have to punish you for your actions, right Obi-Wan?” He asked. Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, Master.” He said glumly.
After standing to his feet, Obi-Wan gave Qui-Gon a curious look. “Master, did you make me watch Anakin’s spanking as a form of punishment as well?” He asked.
“Indeed. I wanted you to see that your actions could lead to others getting into bad situations of their own. You are quite lucky that I got to Anakin before he managed to figure out how to turn the water on.” He said.
Obi-Wan grimaced as he remembered the events of the day, nodding. “Yes, Master.” He said. Ready to put all of this behind them, Qui-Gon patted his lap. “Trousers and undergarments down.” He said.
Obi-Wan knew the drill, his hands going down to his pants and tugging them along with his underwear down before turning himself over his master’s lap.
Although Obi-Wan was sixteen and he had hit a growth spurt recently, he was still nowhere near as tall as Qui-Gon, making him fit perfectly over the man’s knee.
“I want you to think about this spanking and learn from it any time you consider doing something like this again.” Qui-Gon said.
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan said, closing his eyes and waiting for the first swat to land. He didn’t have to wait very long, as Qui-Gon smacked the center of his bottom.
The loud swats rang throughout the room, and Obi-Wan was certain that Anakin could hear them, along with his yelps. He didn’t mind, though.
Anakin deserved to hear his punishment and know that he was being disciplined for not being a great influence after what Obi-Wan had put him through.
Qui-Gon’s smacks were precise and sharp, leaving a sting only he could. Obi-Wan grunted and yipped, looking down at the floor as his bottom was heated up. He knew he had brought this upon himself, but he’d be damned if it didn’t hurt like hell!
“Oww…ouch! Ah! I’m sorry, Master!” Obi-Wan cried out after Qui-Gon landed 10 swift smacks in a row.
Qui-Gon nodded. “I appreciate the apology, Obi-Wan. You will also be apologizing to Anakin, though I know you were already planning on it.” Qui-Gon said. He knew how guilty Obi-Wan felt about all of this.
“Oww! Yes-AH-Master! OUCH!” Obi-Wan exclaimed. Qui-Gon was using more strength than he had with Anakin, but he never went overboard. He was well equipped and experienced to deal with his teenager.
The spanking continued, and soon Obi-Wan’s white bottom had turned a lovely shade of crimson.
Obi-Wan was openly crying now, feeling no need to hide his emotions like he normally tried to during a spanking. After all that had happened that day, he couldn’t bring himself to try and tough it out. Qui-Gon never judged him, anyway.
Lifting his leg so he could get a better view of Obi-Wan’s sit spots, Qui-Gon warned him about what was to come.
“These will hurt a lot, but I want you to count them.” He said. Obi-Wan tearfully sniffled, but nodded. “Y-Yes, s-sir.” He said.
Then, Qui-Gon began.
SMACK!
“AH! O-One!”
SMACK!
“OWW! Two!”
SMACK!
“THREE!”
This continued until Qui-Gon had landed a total of sixteen swats to Obi-Wan’s sensitive undercurve and upper thighs.
“We are finished, Obi-Wan. It’s over now.” Qui-Gon cooed, gently rubbing Obi-Wan's back as he sobbed.
Fixing the boy’s clothes, he sat him back up on his lap and immediately began whispering sweet nothings while he cuddled him. Obi-Wan wept brokenly against his shoulder as Qui-Gon comforted him.
“Breathe, little one. It’s alright, you were punished, you were forgiven, and now the slate has been wiped clean. You’re okay, my boy. Shhh…sh sh sh…” Qui-Gon cooed, gently running his fingers through the boy’s hair.
Obi-Wan cried out all of the feelings he had been holding back; all of the frustration, sadness, guilt, jealousy, everything. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Qui-Gon patiently waited for Obi-Wan’s cries to die down, letting him for as long as he needed to.
When he had finally stopped, Obi-Wan stood to his feet and wiped his face with a clean nearby handkerchief that Qui-Gon had gotten him. Qui-Gon stood to his feet, gently kissing Obi-Wan on the forehead before giving him a smile.
“Well then, I don’t know about you, but I am starving. Let’s go eat supper, it should be ready by now.” He said, wrapping an arm around his eldest and walking them out.
When they reached the dining room, they saw young Anakin sitting in his seat that had a cushion on it, playing with a napkin that he had folded to look like a bird. Qui-Gon smiled at the boy’s imagination.
“I’ll take the food out of the oven.” He said, giving both padawan’s a look that wanted to encourage them to spend some time alone together.
Anakin looked over at them, watching Obi-Wan walk over. Anakin patted the seat next to him, which conveniently also had a cushion on it. Obi-Wan gave him a soft smile, gingerly easing himself into the seat.
“Anakin, I am very sorry for the trouble I caused you today. I shouldn’t have dared you to misuse the force, I knew it was wrong and yet I did it anyway because…well, I wanted you to get in trouble.” Qui-Gon said regretfully. Anakin lifted a curious eyebrow. “How come?” He asked.
Obi-Wan sighed, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I was jealous, and instead of welcoming you with open arms, I envied how well you and Master got along, and I thought that…well, I thought you were replacing me.” He said.
Anakin frowned, feeling sad for Obi-Wan. “I wouldn’t ever want to replace you, Obi. You are so cool, I couldn’t even if I tried!” Anakin grinned. Obi-Wan smiled.
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like for us to start over. I think having you as a younger brother would be very nice.” He said.
Anakin’s eyes lit up and he beamed, throwing his arms around Obi-Wan. “Yay!” He exclaimed.
Obi-Wan was caught off guard, almost falling out of his seat at the sheer force of Anakin’s hug. He chuckled, warmly returning the hug and rubbing his back.
Qui-Gon grinned from the kitchen as he heard their exchange. His two padawans would certainly butt heads at some point, naturally.
However, he knew that today was the beginning of a great friendship and brotherhood between the two, which was all he could ask for.