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Obi-Wan frowned as he walked from the Council’s chambers, Qui-Gon and the child following close behind.
“Obi-Wan,” came Qui-Gon’s deep voice from behind him, startling Obi-Wan from his thoughts.
“Yes, Master?” he asked, trying to keep the bite out of his tone. He kept walking, refusing to look at Qui-Gon who had stopped behind him. He huffed in annoyance as he heard Qui-Gon whisper to the young boy from Tatooine and looked over his shoulder to see his Master kneeling on the floor to look kindly into the child’s face, radiating a sense of calm that Obi-Wan could not feel right now.
Turning around, Obi-Wan scowled and picked up his face, intent on leaving Qui-Gon far behind so that he could go and vent his frustrations in private rather than being forced to talk about his feelings.
As he made his way back to the apartments he shared with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan thought back to what had just happened in the Council Chamber, and how his Master had essentially dumped him without a second thought, so eager to be rid of him for some child that apparently held promise.
Promise that Obi-Wan had never shown.
Obi-Wan felt anger and jealousy swirl within him and he tightened his fist as he fought to get a handle on his emotions. He could hear Qui-Gon walking steadily in his direction at the other end of the hallway, not bothering to jog to catch up to Obi-Wan. He was most likely assuming that his padawan would wait for him, like an obedient padawan would do.
The thing was, Obi-Wan wasn’t feeling very obedient today. He’d been so obedient for most of his apprenticeship, and Qui-Gon had dropped him without a second glance back.
“Obi-Wan is ready for his trials , ” Qui-Gon had said, despite the fact he was always telling Obi-Wan that he was in fact quite far from being ready.
He doesn’t even care… After all these years, I thought he’d actually begun to care…
Obi-Wan blinked angrily as he fought to keep tears from falling. He force-threw open the door to their apartments, reveling in the causal misuse of the Force, and stalked toward his bedroom door. Before he reached it, however, Qui-Gon closed their apartment door and called his name once again.
“Obi-Wan,” he said, his tone more firm this time. Obi-Wan bristled at the audacity for Qui-Gon to be mad at him , when he was the one ditching Obi-Wan! He ignored his Master and kept walking.
“I suggest you stop right where you are, padawan,” Qui-Gon said again, his tone sharp and stern. It was a tone that Obi-Wan hadn’t heard in a very, very long time, not since he’d gotten into fights as a youngling. The sheer shock at Qui-Gon’s tone brought him to a standstill, and he froze with his hand upon his door knob.
“Come sit with me, Obi-Wan, and we shall discuss this as adults,” Qui-Gon said softly, his voice losing some of its bite. The softer tone jolted Obi-Wan back to his senses and he glared at Qui-Gon over his shoulder.
“You can’t tell me what to do anymore, Qui-Gon. You made it very clear that you are no longer my Master,” Obi-Wan spat before opening his door and then slamming it behind him.
Obi-Wan plopped onto his bed angrily, pulling on his padawan braid anxiously. He had so many feelings coursing through him and he had no idea what to do with them, completely overwhelmed.
He felt betrayed and abandoned. Undeserving. Unworthy. A failure.
And the person he needed most had turned his back on Obi-Wan. He felt anger flare within him again as he thought of Qui-Gon’s cool detachment towards him, and had a sudden desire to hit something. He was just about to reach for a practice saber when the bedroom door flew open, Qui-Gon looking at Obi-Wan with an expression that could never be described as cool.
Instead, it was fiery. Qui-Gon was furious , his brows slightly furrowed and his jaw set tight as he looked down at Obi-Wan sitting on his bed.
“Your insubordination is inexcusable, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. “Apologize to me, and I will forgive you with the understanding that this has been an emotionally tumultuous day for you.”
Obi-Wan’s hackles rose at the words. He looked up at Qui-Gon in disbelief.
“ Apologize, Qui-Gon? You’re the one that abandoned me, your padawan , without a single care for me! Just for some random boy you picked up as your new pet project! What should I be apologizing for? You don’t deserve it.”
Obi-Wan internally winced as the last words left his mouth, regretting it almost immediately. He could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt on Qui-Gon’s face but it disappeared just as quickly, replaced with an impassive mask. Qui-Gon took a deep breath.
“You have been incredibly disrespectful, insubordinate, and childish today, Obi-Wan. Apologize, or I will be forced to take this matter into my own hands.”
Obi-Wan’s eyes darted up to look at Qui-Gon standing on the other side of his room, his hands on his hips with a determined look settling in his grey eyes. The word childish echoed in Obi-Wan’s mind and he grit his teeth as he felt another wave of impulsive anger swing through him.
“No,” Obi-Wan seethed, looking up at the older Jedi in open defiance.
Qui-Gon didn’t waste a second.
Before Obi-Wan could even process what was happening, he was crying out in startled pain as Qui-Gon grabbed him by his padawan braid and wrenched him from the bed, forcing him to stand before Qui-Gon, who was towering over him.
“My patience wears thin, padawan. This is your last chance.”
Obi-Wan glared up at Qui-Gon, who still had Obi-Wan’s braid in a death-grip. Qui-Gon looked down at him expectantly and Obi-Wan felt his instincts warring inside him, one telling him to back down and the other urging him onwards towards a fight.
Obi-Wan really had no choice but to choose the latter. He remained stubbornly quiet and instead crossed his arms in front of him, huffing his displeasure.
Qui-Gon’s eyes darkened.
“Very well, Obi-Wan. Remember you have chosen this.”
A wave of confusion flooded Obi-Wan’s brain. What was Qui-Gon going to do, exactly?
Qui-Gon let go of Obi-Wan’s braid and sat down on the bed, spreading his legs slightly as he situated himself at the edge. He then looked up at Obi-Wan, a stern and expectant expression on his face.
Obi-Wan frowned. He didn’t understand.
“I told you that if you didn’t behave I’d be forced to take matters into my own hands,” Qui-Gon said in response to Obi-Wan’s confusion. “I should have thought it quite clear, Obi-Wan. I will be giving you a spanking.”
Obi-Wan flushed a deep red and sputtered in a combination of shock and indignation.
“But Master!” Obi-Wan cried, “I.. I’m an adult!”
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, so now that you’re in trouble I’m ‘Master’ again, hmm? And I am well aware of your age, Obi-Wan. However, your behavior seems to indicate quite the contrary. If you insist on behaving like a child, I will treat you like one. Now, over my knee, padawan,” Qui-Gon said.
Obi-Wan squirmed. He opened and closed his mouth several times in a row as he struggled to think of a response, refusing to believe that this was his reality right now.
“I’m sorry, Master,” he protested, his eyes suddenly going wide. He really, really , didn’t want to do this.
Qui-Gon watched him dispassionately, unimpressed.
“I should hope so,” Qui-Gon stated matter-of-factly. “Now, pull down your pants and underwear, and do as I told you.”
“B-but Qui-Gon! I apologized! Please, I’m sorry, I-” Obi-Wan protested, panic building in his chest.
“ Now , Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon growled; his tone brooked no argument.
Obi-Wan gulped, embarrassment washing over him with a vengeance. He took two tiny steps closer to Qui-Gon, who patted his lap pointedly. Obi-Wan raised his hands to the waistband of his leggings, mentally cursing as he noticed his hands were shaking.
“Obi-Wan, if I have to tell you again, I swear you won’t be able to move for a week-” Qui-Gon said threateningly. Obi-Wan jumped at that, his hands hurriedly pulling down his leggings and boxers so that he was fully exposed.
Obi-Wan swallowed again, mortified as he lowered himself to lay across his Master’s knees. Qui-Gon placed his left arm at the small of Obi-Wan’s back and folded his right leg over both of Obi-Wan’s legs, locking him into place.
Obi-Wan squirmed in Qui-Gon’s lap, his face burning in shame as he looked straight down at the carpet. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but jump when he felt Qui-Gon’s warm, calloused hand settle lightly against his ass, as if he were lining up his strike.
“Now, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon began, his tone casual as if he weren’t about to spank the living daylights of his twenty-something-year-old student. “Tell me what you have done to deserve this spanking.”
Obi-Wan felt himself flush again at the word spanking . He clenched his eyes shut as he forced himself to answer his Master.
“I… I was rude, and impertinent. I disobeyed you, Master.”
“Indeed,” Qui-Gon hummed. “That is not incorrect, padawan, but I do expect a more sincere and heartfelt apology after I’m through with your punishment. For your disrespect, insubordination, and backtalk, you will be receiving a spanking, followed by corner time. When your corner time is done, you will come back to me and apologize. If you have not straightened out your attitude by then, you will receive a second spanking. Am I clear, padawan?”
Obi-Wan wanted to scream and thrash and yell at Qui-Gon, but he was fairly sure that would just mean a more severe punishment. Instead, he just answered with as little bite as he could, “Yes.”
“Yes, what ?” Qui-Gon prompted.
Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, annoyed with the dramatics. He chose not to answer.
“Fine. We’ll get that attitude straightened out soon enough,” Qui-Gon said, rearing his arm back before bringing it back down with a stinging slap to Obi-Wan’s right cheek.
Obi-Wan jolted forward in Qui-Gon’s lap. The strike had been hard , much harder than Obi-Wan had been expecting.
The sound of skin-on-skin rang out throughout the room for a second time as Qui-Gon brought a hand down on Obi-Wan’s left cheek and Obi-Wan let out a surprised gasp of pain.
Qui-Gon tightened his grip on Obi-Wan’s waist and then began to bring his large hand down in a series of harsh slaps, the impact making Obi-Wan’s ass turn a bright red to match the shade of the blush on his face.
Qui-Gon aimed a couple of strikes across Obi-Wan’s sit spots and Obi-Wan cried out despite his best attempt to remain quiet and take it.
“Don’t bother trying to keep quiet, Obi-Wan, we’ve only just begun,” Qui-Gon stated, his voice unsympathetic to Obi-Wan’s pain as he cracked his hand across Obi-Wan’s ass again.
“Keep still or you’ll get the belt,” Qui-Gon warned as clutched at Obi-Wan’s shifting hips. Obi-Wan whimpered, willing himself to keep still as Qui-Gon hit him repeatedly in the same spot on his right cheek before switching to do the same to the left.
“I have been your Master for a long time, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon began to lecture, “and for the most part, you have been a diligent and obedient student. But the open defiance and disrespect you have shown me today is a great disappointment to me.”
Qui-Gon landed a particularly rough slap to Obi-Wan’s ass with the last sentence. Obi-Wan jerked in his grip, instinctually trying to pull away. Qui-Gon paused the assault on his ass.
“Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said darkly, “keep your bottom up or this will become much worse for you.”
Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath and did as he said, shifting his hips so that his ass was upturned and positioned in a way so that Qui-Gon had full access to his most vulnerable spots.
“Good boy,” Qui-Gon acknowledged as he began to rain down hard smacks on Obi-Wan’s bottom, the skin flushing a deep red now as Obi-Wan bit his bottom lip in an effort not to cry out loudly in pain.
Qui-Gon landed two last strikes to his sit spots before he pulled his hand away. Obi-Wan didn’t dare to move, keeping frozen in place over his Master’s lap.
“Go stand in the corner, padawan, and think about what you did.”
Obi-Wan flushed a deep red again and was thankful Qui-Gon couldn’t see it. He pulled himself off of his Master’s lap and walked to the corner of his bedroom, shame and anger swirling inside of him at the utter indignity of it all. He stood in the corner and crossed his arms over his chest, pouting.
Behind him, Qui-Gon made a light tsking noise.
“Hands on your head,” Qui-Gon said.
“But, Master, this is so humiliating ,” Obi-Wan protested, risking a glance over his shoulder to look at his Master with a glare.
“As it is intended to be, young one,” Qui-Gon replied. Obi-Wan frowned but did as he was told, turning back to face the wall with his hands intertwined behind his head. He heard Qui-Gon get up from the bed and leave the room, but he didn’t dare move from position. Instead, he thought about how he was a young man in his twenties who had just been taken over his Master’s knee and spanked like a misbehaving youngling. And now here he was, bright red ass on display as he stood in the corner for his punishment.
Qui-Gon didn’t return to the room for several minutes, and Obi-Wan thought about what his Master had said earlier. That he’d be expecting a sincere apology or else he’d spank Obi-Wan again. Obi-Wan grimaced. He really didn’t want another spanking, but he was also still very angry with Qui-Gon, and his discontent and irritation only seemed to grow the longer he stood in the corner.
Qui-Gon still hadn’t returned.
He can’t even stand me long enough to stick around to finish a punishment, that’s how eager he is to get rid of me!
Insecurity grew and Obi-Wan shifted on his feet as a wave of fear and boiling anger rose again at the thought of Qui-Gon not finding him worthy as an apprentice. Qui-Gon hadn’t wanted him as a padawan all those years ago, and he still didn’t want him now.
Obi-Wan would simply never be good enough.
He repressed the urge to cry and instead funneled it into defensiveness. He was still on edge when Qui-Gon entered the room again.
“You may come out of the corner now, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said. Obi-Wan huffed and lowered his arms, turning around and walking towards his Master. He stood before Qui-Gon quietly, still battling within himself.
“I believe you have something to say to me, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon prompted, clearly referring to an apology. His grey-blue eyes narrowed as he looked over Obi-Wan, quietly assessing his padawan. Obi-Wan screwed his face together in concentration, trying to muster up the proper attitude to apologize.
But the rebelliousness was still waging a war inside of him and when he failed to speak again at Qui-Gon’s raised eyebrow, Qui-Gon began to nod knowingly.
“I see you are still trying to work through that attitude of yours, young one. Very well. If more punishment is what you require, I will not fail to provide for you. Retrieve my hairbrush from the fresher, please.”
Obi-Wan blanched. Surely Qui-Gon wasn’t serious…
But Qui-Gon’s expression was one of steel resolve and Obi-Wan tightened his fist in irritation as he spun on his feet and left the room to go to the fresher to grab Qui-Gon’s hairbrush.
It was a classic wooden hairbrush, complete with intricate carvings into the wood. Qui-Gon had had it for literally decades now, and Obi-Wan flushed as he remembered a time in his late teen years when Qui-Gon had found him with a deathstick in his mouth and had proceeded to bend him over the railing of the apartment balcony he’d been found on and spank him in full view of his fellow padawan, Quinlan Vos.
Obi-Wan had never lived that one down.
He shuddered just thinking about it and knew at that moment that he’d made a huge mistake.
Obi-Wan returned to the bedroom and frowned at Qui-Gon as he begrudgingly handed him his hairbrush.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, padawan,” Qui-Gon said, his expression grave. Confused, but unwilling to push his already angry Master any further, Obi-Wan sat at the edge of the bed, his sore backside screaming in protest.
“Now lie down,” Qui-Gon said.
Obi-Wan jerked his head up in question, beyond confused now. But with one quelling look from Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan leant backward, lying fully on his back on top of the bed, his knees at the edge and his feet touching the ground. He twitched as Qui-Gon came closer but wasn’t quick enough to stop Qui-Gon from looping one arm under Obi-Wan’s knees and pushing them towards his chest, exposing the entirety of his ass and raising his bottom off of the bed.
Holding Obi-Wan in place, Qui-Gon brought the hairbrush down on Obi-Wan’s already sore ass with a loud thwack .
Oh, force, it hurts.
It really, really , hurt.
Obi-Wan scrambled, trying to sit up so he could launch himself off the bed, but Qui-Gon held him firmly in place. With his legs pushed so far upwards, Obi-Wan didn’t have the balance he needed to move, completely at Qui-Gon’s mercy.
Qui-Gon, however, wasn’t feeling very merciful.
He rained down blow after blow, successive strikes with the hairbrush turning Obi-Wan’s ass an angry red. The position was a particularly harsh one since it excessively exposed Obi-Wan’s sit spots and Qui-Gon took full advantage, bringing his brush down harshly to the twin spots right where the meat of Obi-Wan’s ass met the backs of his thighs.
Obi-Wan cried out loudly, tears finally breaking through his Jedi resolve and streaming down his face. He sobbed as Qui-Gon spanked him one, two, three more times with the hairbrush before dropping it to the bed. He then brought his hand back to Obi-Wan’s bottom, peppering a few more harsh slaps there, slowing down slightly as Obi-Wan continued to sniffle through the spanking.
“I- I’m sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan gasped in between spanks. “I’m so, so sorry, Master, please .”
At the broken plea, Qui-Gon landed one last stinging slap to Obi-Wan’s bottom and then let his legs drop back to the bed. Obi-Wan grimaced in discomfort as his ass- which felt like it was on fire- made contact with the rough bed sheets. He let out another sob as he became painfully aware of all that had just happened, true shame overcoming him as he squirmed under his stern Master’s gaze.
But Qui-Gon’s demeanor had changed completely. He sat at the top of Obi-Wan’s bed against the headboard and then gestured for Obi-Wan to get up and pulled his pants back on. Obi-Wan did so and felt a sliver of dignity come back to him.
Qui-Gon encouraged Obi-Wan to come closer to him. Obi-Wan crawled up the bed and sat next to his Master, who surprised him by pulling him into a tight hug.
“Oh, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said softly. “Will you talk with me now, padawan?”
“Y-Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan said, sniffling as he buried his face in his Master’s neck. Qui-Gon ran a soothing hand through Obi-Wan’s hair and sat quietly, prepared to listen.
“I… I’m really, truly, sorry, Master,” Obi-Wan began.
“I should hope so, my young padawan,” Qui-Gon said, but there was no bite behind the words. Just sympathy…and maybe even… affection?
“I… I was jealous. About you taking a new padawan. I felt that I had failed you, had disappointed you as Jedi and as a padawan, and that you were eager to be rid of me. I let my jealousy manifest as anger and I took it out on you, saying very cruel things to you.”
Obi-Wan looked up at Qui-Gon, his eyes wide.
“You are still my Master, and I do truly respect and honor you,” Obi-Wan said.
Qui-Gon smiled at that, a soft and genuine thing. He reached out to cup Obi-Wan’s cheek gently.
“Yes, I am still your Master, and you are still my padawan. My padawan who I am very much not disappointed in, and actually am very proud of. You have been steadfast, and loyal, and a dedicated student. You are headstrong, young one, but you take every lesson in stride. And I will always be here to keep teaching you lessons, in whatever way you may require,” Qui-Gon said, looking at his hairbrush pointedly.
Obi-Wan felt his face flush red again.
“Yes, well, hopefully not like that, not again…”
Qui-Gon laughed at that, smiling affectionately at Obi-Wan.
“You are very dear to me, Obi-Wan. I was not trying to hurt you, or cast you aside. Had you listened to me after the meeting, I would have told you that.”
“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan responded, properly chagrined now.
Qui-Gon put a finger under his chin and prompted Obi-Wan to look up at him.
“You are a great padawan, and will be an even finer Jedi Knight,” he said, his eyes crinkling in fondness. Then his face became stern again. “But do not pull something like that again, or this punishment will pale in comparison to what I’ll do to you then.”
“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan croaked out.
The sternness faded away and gentle Qui-Gon was back again. He planted a light kiss on Obi-Wan’s temple.
“Goodnight, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon said, rising from the bed and walking to the door.
“Goodnight, Master,” Obi-Wan said quietly with a soft smile, oddly feeling more loved than he had in a very, very long time.