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“It was a Tooka-cat!” Anakin yelled in protest as his Master led him back to their rooms by his padawan braid.

Obi-Wan hummed and asked serenely,

“Was this the same Tooka-cat who liberated a speeder, changed its programming to be able to go faster, and crashed it to the ground?”

Anakin groaned and answered,

“Nooo, I have not crashed it. I landed it.”

His master raised his eyebrow. He turned to his padawan while he opened the door to their rooms, and asked sarcastically,

“Oh, so now it is called landing? I was certain it was crashing when you had no control over your landing.”

The padawan scowled and whined,

“I did so have complete control! It’s not my fault that it was broken into pieces after reaching the ground.”

“At high speed due to your manipulation,” Obi-Wan added.

“It was a completely valid experiment. Those speeders should have a much higher speed capacity! It only makes sense!” the boy yelled.

Obi-Wan had had enough of this.

“The speeders are off-limits without permission, period. You had no permission. The discussion should end here, but you took an additional step to play with one and crash it to the ground. I don’t even know where to start with this, but my original question is still there: where is your paddle?”

Anakin whined,

“I told you! It was stolen by a Tooka-cat!”

His master sighed and said,

“Okay, Anakin. Let’s assume that indeed a Tooka-cat stole the paddle. Would the cat be willing to negotiate the release of the paddle to save you from receiving a belting instead?”

Anakin’s eyes comically widened, and he whispered,

“It might be willing to… uhh, negotiate.”

Obi-Wan scowled and ordered,

“Bring me the paddle before I decide to forgo using it, and belt your naughty backside instead.”

His padawan rushed to his room and got back with the misplaced spanking implement, sadly handing it to his master.

“Let me guess, the Tooka-cat put it under your bed,” Obi-Wan said, accepting the legacy paddle which had seen so much in the past years.

“Nooo, it was under my wardrobe. Even a Tooka-cat would know that under the bed was too obvious.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. Yeah, even a Tooka-cat would know that. He swore, he already felt his hair getting greyer! He would be the Master who turned grey the earliest due to his padawan's antics.

“That would have been my second guess.”

Anakin blushed.

“Come, drop them, and get over my knee,” his master ordered.

The padawan was reluctant, but the looming threat of the belt was enough to get him moving. In his honest opinion, the belt was something to hold his trousers up and store his tools, not to spank a backside.

Obi-Wan didn’t let him wait long; he let the paddle talk.

“Oww, Master!” Anakin yelled.

“You are not to steal and re-program speeders,” his master lectured. “You are not to damage the properties of the Temple.”

Anakin protested,

“I just landed!”

Obi-Wan corrected.

“You crashed and damaged the speeder. No excuses.”

The boy wanted to scowl, but with the quick swats, he couldn’t. His energy was needed to yelp at each consecutive smack.

“Oww, oww, oww, this is not fair!” he yelled.

His master raised his eyebrow with great curiosity.

“How is it not fair?” he asked.

Anakin whined,

“I was just curious about the speeder’s actual speed limit! It's not my fault that they built it so fragile!”

Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head. Yeah, the speeders were built too fragile. He really needed to find something to occupy the boy’s curiosity. He continued the paddling until his little padawan was crying freely.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Anakin cried, and Obi-Wan decided to finish the lesson with ten more hard swats to the boy’s tender sit-spots.

The little padawan was inconsolable, certain that the paddle was evil. Even in his master’s lap, he was sobbing like the World ended.

“Hey, hey, little one, it’s okay, you will live, believe me,” Obi-Wan comforted, but the boy shook his head.

“Nuh-uh,” he whined. “I will never be able to sit down. That… that thing is evil. Are you sure it is not a Sith relic or something?”

Obi-Wan looked at the paddle, discarded next to them on the floor. He conspirationally whispered,

“Oh, believe me, I asked the same from my Master. He also agreed this thing was evil.”

Anakin slowly pushed himself away from his master and looked at the paddle in disgust.

“It really should have been stolen by a Tooka-cat,” he muttered.

Obi-Wan chuckled.

“I always wanted to use it as target practice.”

Anakin’s eyes got impossibly wide, looking at his master.

“What?” Obi-Wan asked. “I was not always a wise and old master.”

The young padawan snorted.

“You are not even old now.”

His master nodded empathically.

“See? Exactly my point, Anakin. Do you have any idea when the last time that paddle was used on my backside?”

Anakin shook his head curiously. Obi-Wan shared in a hushed tone,

“Just before we met. I… might have been less than enthusiastic to get a diplomatic mission on Naboo.”

The young padawan looked at his master with an open mouth.

“But you are an adult! You were an adult!” he protested indignantly.

Obi-Wan patted his little learner’s shoulder and answered,

“Well, I was still a padawan. Until you are a knight, you are not exempt from the rules. At least, Master Qui-Gon always told me that before teaching me a lesson.”

Anakin shook his head in complete denial.

“No, I will be a perfect Jedi when I am older. You will not need to even think about spanking me. Nuh-uh.”

Obi-Wan chuckled, but then he turned more serious.

“Anakin, what you did was destructive and dangerous. Yes, I spanked you, but I believe a stronger lesson is needed. You are grounded. No fun, just lessons and community service for two weeks.”

Anakin groaned.

“I will ask Jedi Knight Kit Fisto to supervise you cleaning up after yourself in the hangar, and if possible, repair that speeder.”

The padawan’s eyes shone in delight.

“Really?” he asked.

Obi-Wan groaned. He intended this to be a punishment!

“Really,” he muttered. “It is not for fun,” he pointed out, but he already knew it was for naught. His boy was already excited at the prospect of working on that damn speeder again. He sighed and shrugged. At least this time, the little rascal will have supervision and boundaries. Oh, who was he kidding? The boy would get Kit Fitso to agree to play to his heart’s content. He would certainly encourage Anakin's curiosity.

“I might just regret this,” he muttered when Anakin jumped up, completely forgetting his sore backside, and asked,

“Can I go now? Please? Master, please?”