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A Good Tongue Lashing
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It had been a near thing, that fight with the Sith; an underhanded blow to Qui-Gon's chin, a staggering step backwards, the image of a red-bladed lightsaber sweeping down. Luckily, I had been close enough. An overhead leap, an upward thrust, and my blue blade intersected with the red one at the last possible moment, fending it off. Master and I made short work of the demon after that, sending his severed body tumbling into the abyss. Had it been only yesterday? So much had happened since.
Weary, we asked for, and were granted, a few free days. Anakin was even now on his way back to the Temple, safely in Master Yoda's care. "Later his future will be decided," the small green Master had told us as he hustled our young charge away. "Too strong in the Force he is. After him, the Sith will be." So he agreed with Qui-Gon, at least, that the boy must be trained, although he wouldn't say to whom that honor would fall. He shot a look at us. "For now, rest. Well you have done."
He left us then, but not without another sidelong glance at his former Padawan. He was worried about him, as I was. Qui-Gon had come close to losing to the Sith, come entirely too close to losing his own life, and I feared his confidence was shaken, although he would never say so. He seemed infinitely weary, and entirely too quiet. I had to find some way to bring him out of this mood.
I knew he'd object to being coddled, so I decided the best way was to tease him through this. He had always claimed to love my cheeky, impertinent sense of humor, so I would just have to make certain he got all of it that he could take, and maybe more. I had enough respect for him, however, to wait until we were alone.
I led the way to the suite Queen Amidala had graciously offered us, then turned to face the somber man behind me. "This is unprecedented," I said, taking his robe and hanging it up alongside mine. "I can't remember the last time the Council gave us free days when neither of us were wounded or ill."
"Indeed," Qui-Gon said with a little quirk of one eyebrow. "I believe we impressed them."
"Not easy to do," I commented. "Perhaps we should hope for a Sith now and then." To my horror, Qui-Gon actually shuddered, and I quickly amended my statement. "Or perhaps we should just try harder to impress them on our more mundane missions."
"That would be the better of the two plans, I would think," he said, bending to unbuckle his boots and wincing slightly. His shields slipped slightly, and I suddenly felt the ache in his overused muscles through our bond. Quickly, I knelt in front of him to take over the task. With a sigh, he straightened and left me to it. "Thank you, Padawan," he said when I had pulled them off and set them aside. "You take very good care of me."
"Merely payback for all the times you've had to care for me," I told him, then I grinned slyly. "And, of course, at your age you need a bit more care."
He shot me a sideways look that didn't quite conceal his amusement. "I'm not too old to take an impudent Padawan over my knee," he said.
I instantly adopted a penitent expression that virtually dripped with false innocence. "Forgive me, my wise and aged Master," I said, bowing low to him. "Please allow this humble if impudent Padawan to prepare you a bath to soak your tired bones."
"A bath would be a kindness, beloved," he said, reaching out to stroke his fingertips down my cheek, pausing to finger my braid. "But only if you'll join me."
I bowed again, flashing him a sultry look from beneath lowered lashes. "Your wish is my command, oh wise and a---"
He gave my braid a sharp tug, stopping me in mid-sentence, his blue eyes flashing with challenge. "If you call me aged again, my own, you will find yourself across my knee."
I almost did it anyway, just to goad him into taking action. Force only knew he needed the release, and we would both feel better after a round of "punish the Padawan" and the hot, steamy sex that always followed it. But, he did look terribly tired, so I decided my favorite game would have to wait. I settled for running a bath, as hot as I could stand it, knowing that my Master liked it just this side of scalding. That, plus it would amuse him to watch his sensitive skinned Padawan trying to lower himself into the steaming water.
I insisted on undressing him, not that he put up much resistance, and by the time he was naked he was quite thoroughly erect and eager. I leaned forward, planted an impish kiss on the flared head, then turned him toward the tub.
"In," I ordered, waiting until he had complied to begin removing my own clothes. I stripped as slowly and as sensuously as possible. There were two reasons I did this: one, to see the need in his face as my skin was revealed to him inch by slow inch, and, two, to give the bath water time to cool just a bit. When my leggings finally dropped away, I was as aroused as Qui-Gon, who held out his arms to me in invitation.
"Enough stalling," he said, a half-hidden smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
I eyed the steam still rolling off the tub as I lifted a foot over the side. "It still looks too h-owwww!" I yelped as scalding water enveloped my foot. Qui-Gon had a hold of my hand by then, however, and he tugged me into the tub, his hint of a smile widening to a full scale grin as he watched me dance from foot to foot while I tried to adjust to the water temperature.
"It isn't that hot," he told me.
"Perhaps not to you," I returned. "But I think young skin is much more sensitive ---" I never got to finish, as my Master used his strength and a touch of the Force to fold my legs and pull me down into the water between his knees.
I yelped again as my ass hit the hot water, then even louder when my genitals followed. Qui-Gon, Sith take him, just wrapped his arms around me and held me in place, all the while chuckling in my ear, his coarse beard scratching and tickling the side of my neck. "One more crack about my age, Padawan, and there will be punishment," he said in that deep, sultry voice that heated my blood up to match my skin.
"Promises, promises," I said, still squirming as my submerged skin turned bright pink. I gasped as he slid down in the tub, taking me with him until I was submerged to mid-chest. His hands found my nipples and tugged and pulled them to hardness, I suspect as a way to distract me from the scalding water.
"It's scarcely scalding," he rebuked lightly, apparently having heard my thoughts over our link.
"Close enough," I groaned.
He continued to tease my nipples with one hand, while the other roamed southward and stroked along my erection, drawing a different sort of gasp from me. "You've been particularly cheeky and disrespectful today, my Padawan," he said.
I'm not certain, but I think I grinned. "Have I, Master?"
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed. "Yes. One could almost suspect that you did it in an intentional attempt to earn punishment."
Sidling closer, I rubbed my ass up against his hardness. "And, have I succeeded?"
Qui-Gon growled, a sound that never failed to raise goose bumps on my arms and make my cock twitch. "As a matter of fact, you have."
"And, what, exactly, is my punishment to be, my Master?"
"You will find out, my imp, as soon as you return from your lightsaber demonstration."
Frowning slightly, I turned to glance at him over my shoulder. "What lightsaber demonstration?"
"The one I promised to Queen Amidala," he explained.
"But you're not coming?"
"No. I have some - preparations - to make. Return here immediately afterward. Once you have showered, I want you face down and naked on our bed. Understood?"
My breath caught in my throat. This was my Master, my lover, at his finest. Rarely was he ever this -- forceful - with me, and it sent a thrill all the way up my spine and back down again. "Understood," I responded, my voice breaking on the word.
Qui-Gon merely grinned at me and reached for the soap. One thing led to another, as it often does with us, and soon I was impaled on his massive cock, writhing as he drove me into a hard, satisfying climax. By the time we were finished, the water was cooling, and the actual bathing that followed was rather hastily done.
"Get dressed," he told me as we climbed finally out of the water. "The Queen awaits. Nothing too flashy, now, remember," he warned, looking at me in a way that suggested he knew I would want to show the Queen some of my fancier acrobatics. "We can't have people believe that Jedi spend most of their time flipping and somersaulting through the air."
I gave a mock half-bow. "Yes, my Master."
He snapped me on the butt with his towel, sharply enough to make me hiss. "Adding to your punishment, are you?"
I bowed again, deeper this time. "Forgive me, my Master. I meant no disrespect." I could feel Qui-Gon's amusement over our bond, and knew that my "perfect Padawan" act wasn't fooling him. It never did.
"Imp," he said, pushing me out of the fresher and into our large bedroom. "I will endeavor to be back by the time you return. If not, you have your instructions."
My cock twitched again at the thought of lying there naked on the bed, awaiting his return, and wondered again what form my "punishment" would take. It would not do to ask him, however, as I knew he would not tell me. That it would be something wonderful was not in doubt. Whether I would be able to walk afterwards most certainly was. With that thought in mind, I dressed and left to find Queen Amidala.
The lightsaber demonstration went well. The Queen and her party seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, and kept me detained for quite some time afterwards with their questions and observations. Even so, the quarters I shared with Qui-Gon were empty when I returned. I probed along our link, but he was tightly shielded against me. Whatever he was doing, he didn't want me eavesdropping.
My heart nearly stopped when I stepped into the bedroom. It was filled with glowing candles that cast a flickering, orange glow over the bed, which had been stripped down to a single sheet. At each corner, a heavy leather restraint cuff had been strapped. Just seeing them brought my cock to full attention. On the table beside the bed rested a black blindfold, t short, flexible riding crop that Qui-Gon favored, and a jar of lubricant.
I headed for the fresher and showered off quickly, cleaning myself thoroughly inside and out, then padded naked and still damp into the bedroom.
There was still no sign of my Master, so I positioned myself on the bed, face down and spread eagled as he had instructed, taking a moment to fold one of the thick pillows in half and pushing it under my hips. I grinned and practiced wriggling provocatively. Yes, it was a slight deviation from my orders, but one I was certain Qui-Gon would appreciate. That done, I let myself slip into light meditation. All I could do now was to wait for his return.
Some short time later, the outer door opened and closed and I could hear my Master milling around. I bit my lip and forced myself to remain still. My patience was rewarded when he stepped into the room. I could feel his arousal through our bond, though his shielding was still in place, and listened as he stopped just inside the door.
// Beautiful, // he said into my mind. His footsteps told me that he had crossed to the bed, and a moment later he was placing the blindfold over my eyes, tying it so that it blocked out all light. His hand caressed the curve of my hip for an all too brief moment, then he was drawing one of my arms toward the corner of the bed, buckling the restraint cuff around it. My other wrist was soon given the same treatment, and then my ankles, spread wide and pulled very tight.
He touched my hip again, but this time with the folded leather end of the riding crop. That was all the warning I had before it sang through the air, striking me on the back of one thigh.
"Why are you to be punished, my own?" he asked as I gasped at the sudden shock of it.
"Um, because to do so turns us both on?"
The crop struck me again, on the other thigh, and this time I couldn't bite back a yelp.
"Insufficient answer," he said, his voice heavy with passion.
"Sorry, Master. I am being punished for my insolence, my lack of proper respect. For teasing you, and for calling you old."
"Yes." The crop whistled again, and this time one ass cheek was the target. It stung wonderfully, and Qui-Gon whipped me for quite awhile, focusing all his attention on that one buttock until I was sure it was bright red before switching to the other. I let my cries fall where they may, knowing that they would encourage my Master to greater heights. My erection was painfully hard, trapped under my body weight, and I struggled to rub myself against the folded pillow, desperately needing friction. Unfortunately, the restraints were too tight to allow much movement, as Qui-Gon had, I'm sure, intended. I knew then that I would not come until he let me, and that was not likely to be soon. The knowledge sent a shiver of delight up my spine.
Soon, I was reduced to a writhing, whimpering wreck, long past the point of coherent thought. Only then did Qui-Gon, who had been judging my condition critically through our link, lay the whip aside and reach to stroke my enflamed skin.
"Don't move," he told me. Over the noise of my panting, I could barely hear him leave the room. After a few minutes, I felt the bed dip and then there were hands on the swollen, super sensitized skin of my outspread thighs. "I have decided, my Padawan, that for your insolence you require a good tongue lashing. So, I have requested the assistance of a mutual friend -"
I was shocked into silence, startled and embarrassed that anyone else should see me like this. I reached out for the Force to see who else is in the room, but Qui-Gon effectively blocked my probe.
"He will see that you get what you deserve," Qui-Gon finished. The bed dipped again as Qui-Gon crawled up to sit near my head, his legs across my arms, his groin so close I could smell his arousal. But, someone, I realized, was still between my thighs. Qui-Gon's hands in my hair distracted me as he lifted my head. "Open," he ordered, and I complied, reveling in the taste and feel of his cock as he pressed the tip into my mouth. "Pleasure me," he said, and I wouldn't have refused if I could. Besides, it was a welcome distraction from whatever was happening on the other end of the bed.
I ran the tip of my tongue over the flared head of Qui-Gon's cock, probing lightly into the tiny slit and tasting the essence of him. Then, I gasped and nearly bit down as something long and wet tickled my anus.
"No biting!" Qui-Gon said, pulling back out of my reach.
Bereft without the taste of him, I moaned. "Sorry, my Master," I said, craning forward in an effort to reach him again. The long, wet, whatever-it-was was probing for entrance now, and I couldn't help but writhe in an effort to avoid its invasion.
"Be still." Qui-Gon was very much in his dominant mode now, and I made myself freeze, even as I felt myself being penetrated.
*Oh, Force!* I thought, as what could only be a tongue pressed up inside me. I was tight and dry, knowing that I hadn't been given leave to prepare myself beforehand, and the rough textured organ grated on the sensitive skin of my rectum and sent shivers of delight up my spine. It pushed in deeper - Sith, how long was it? - and I groaned deep in my throat. Immediately, Qui-Gon pressed himself against my lips in silent demand. I opened for him eagerly, drawing as much of his erection into my mouth as he would allow. Meanwhile, the tongue was still going deeper.
With startling clarity, I suddenly knew who it was that my Master had enlisted to assist him. I only knew one being with a tongue long enough to feel as if it were reaming out my very bowels. I felt my face flush bright red at the thought of the orange-skinned Gungan who was even now rimming me. But, the feeling! Ah, it was like nothing else, that strong, slender organ writhing and rippling and twisting inside me, striking my prostate with each wiggle. I groaned at the sensation, and heard Qui-Gon echo the sound as the vibrations traveled up his cock.
"Yes," Qui-Gon said as I sucked him. "Yes, my own, just like that."
His hands were in my hair again, steadying my head, and the other hands, Jar Jar's hands, were spreading me apart so that his tongue could go still deeper. And deeper he did go, although it seemed impossible. I swear, I thought his tongue was going to come out my bellybutton and wrap around my own aching erection! I must have been broadcasting, because I felt the Force stir around me and Qui-Gon reached out with a tendril of it, completely encircling my throbbing hardness with a slowly constricting spiral of energy.
I bucked, as much as my restraints would allow, hovering right on the edge of release. Not wanting the others to be left wanting, I sent out my own Force grip to whatever the Gungan might have that served as a sex organ. From the rasping gasp I heard, he must have appreciated the effort. I pulled Qui-Gon's cock deeply into my throat and swallowed, my muscles tightening and spasming around his length.
With a shout, my Master came, shooting his hot seed down my throat. The Gungan came, too, apparently, if the strangled cry he let loose was any indication. The bands of Force energy around my cock tightened and I followed them over the edge, consciousness fading as I came harder than I had in recent memory.
When at last awareness returned, I found myself draped across Qui-Gon's lap. The restraints were gone, as was the blindfold, and a thin blanket had been drawn across our sweat soaked bodies. Bleary eyed, I glanced around the room.
"Did he leave?" I asked, my voice muzzily thick.
"Um hmm," Qui-Gon said, stroking my hair as if I was a favorite pet. "So," he said, a hint of dry humor in his voice, "do you feel properly chastised?"
"I feel ---" How did I feel? Rung out, satiated, and quite limp. My ass still felt hot and swollen and so sensitive that the warmth from Qui-Gon's skin was making it sting deliciously. I was completely, undeniably content. I nuzzled further down into my lover's lap, pressing my face against his softened cock. I kissed the tip gently and smiled as it stirred under the attention.
"I feel utterly loved," I finished.
The End