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Category: Q/O, PWP, first time

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Mild BDSM. Also mild Barbara Cartland.

Summary: See title.

Disclaimer: George's characters, not ours.

Feedback: Yes please

Note: This is a first. A physical collaboration. Pizza and too much wine do that to you. Not betad. Mind your eyes and beware of grammatical horrors. And literary horrors. There will be no use whatsoever of the word "Jedihood" in this fic.

"You have to draw up the register of attendees during this political meeting, and then you will have a seating plan upon which to mark the political groups and their affiliations, from which you can sort them into their..." The dry subject made Obi-Wan want to run from the room and scream.

Master Jinn walked slowly down the aisle, still talking, but Obi-Wan couldn't hear him because his ears were buzzing. The lecture had been going on for ever, and there were still two hours left before the class were due for a break. Glancing around, Obi-Wan could see his fellow padawans were all in the same state of boredom. He inched further down in his chair. Perhaps he could just close his eyes for a few seconds without anyone noticing it...

Master Jinn's hands landed softly on his shoulders. "It is very important to initiate negotiations in a calm fashion..." The master's hands sliding under the robe on his shoulders made Obi-Wan gasp. His head tipped back in shock and connected with the solid body standing directly behind him. The voice continued in the same sedative tone, facts and important points that the students needed to fulfil the task of negotiating peace in accordance with Jedi standards. But Obi-Wan couldn't make out any of the words. Not with Master Jinn's strong fingers slowly sliding inside his tunics.

If he didn't make a sound, maybe Master Jinn would continue. And maybe no one would notice.

Obi-Wan swallowed the groan that was building in his throat and instead took a deep calming breath. He couldn't believe that no one saw what was happening when he felt Master Jinn's right hand slide down his chest to pinch his nipple. The left hand slid from his shoulder, over his throat and jaw to gently caress his lower lip.

Obi-Wan reflexively put his tongue out and sucked the finger in. He almost thought he heard Master Jinn groan, but no: he was continuing with the bloody lecture.

Too-tight leggings were never comfortable so Obi-Wan reached down to discretely adjust himself. His own hand on his cock felt so good that he left it there inside his pants, gently squeezing. At that moment, Master Jinn pinched and twisted his nipple causing the poor padawan to whimper in shock.

Obi-Wan couldn't understand why Master Jinn suddenly started to shake him and say his name very loudly.

"Padawan Kenobi! Please remove your hand from your pants. And take your fingers out of your mouth!"

Obi-Wan sat straight up with a start. The entire class was staring at him and Master Jinn certainly didn't have his hand inside Obi- Wan's tunics because they were firmly tucked into the sleeves of his robe.

Master Jinn said nothing further. He just delivered the full master glare. Obi-Wan felt his face heat up despite his effort at controlling his body's reactions.

Eventually Master Jinn spoke again. "Detention." One word and one word only. Obi-Wan knew what it meant; he had to be alone with Master Jinn for hours. Again. He could vividly remember the last time he had detention with Master Jinn. He had ended up wanking for days to the image of Master Jinn's hands performing the painfully slow but sensuous ch'ich' kata.

The lecture seemed to last forever, but finally it was over and the other padawans left Obi-Wan to his fate. Obi-Wan studiously avoided watching them as they left. He knew he would see their knowing looks and smirks.

Master Jinn's robe landed on the desk in front of him, shortly followed by his utility belt and tunic.

"Are you just going to sit there?" Master Jinn said, "Or are you going to help me move the tables?"

Obi-Wan started. He had not expected the sight of a half naked Master Jinn. His cock sprang to attention immediately and he jumped up pushing the chair over behind him in haste to obey. Master Jinn quirked an eyebrow at him and sighed.

"We really have to work on your coordination and concentration."

"Sorry, Master," Obi-Wan mumbled as he pulled his robe off and dumped it on top of the other.

Soon the tables were pushed back against the wall, leaving a reasonably large space empty for whatever Master Jinn had planned.

"Hok'sah kata." Master Jinn moved his body to begin the form and waited until Obi-Wan was in position.

Obi-Wan managed the first few slow movements satisfactorily, before stumbling when Master Jinn moved close behind him. He could feel body heat burning through his tunic, although their bodies were not physically touching.

"Again," Master Jinn barked, annoyance obvious in his voice. The kata began again from the beginning. Slow tortuous movements, but that didn't stop Obi-Wan from stumbling - even sooner this time.

Obi-Wan froze, awaiting the inevitable criticism. It never came. Instead, Master Jinn went to his desk and beckoned Obi-Wan to him. Eyes wide, Obi-Wan complied.

A long, old-fashioned wooden ruler lay on the desk. Obi-Wan swallowed. He had heard rumours about the use of this instrument. Master Jinn picked up the ruler and glared at Obi-Wan.

"I think we need to enforce some discipline to enhance your concentration, Padawan."

Obi-Wan's mouth went dry. He tried to answer but the "Yes, Master" came out as a dry croak.

Master Jinn slapped the ruler hard against his own hand. Obi-Wan flinched.

"Have you ever been subject to this kind of punishment, Padawan Kenobi?"

Obi-Wan shook his head. He still couldn't speak. His heart was almost pounding its way through his chest.

"I'd better explain it to you then. It's very simple. You pull down your leggings and bend over the table. You will count each stroke. If you do this properly, I will stop at 20. If you fail in counting, I will add another ten. Is that clear?"

Obi-Wan nodded, breathless with a mix of fear and a disturbing excitement. He was going to be half naked in front of Master Jinn.

"Very good. Begin."

Obi-Wan fumbled with the ties to his leggings and finally got them open and pushed them down to his knees. He shuffled over to the table, head bowed to hide the furious blush on his cheeks. He glanced back over his shoulder. Master Jinn was waiting patiently, eyebrow raised. Obi-Wan took a deep breath and bent over the table. It hurt his bare stomach, so he stood up again and turned his head to Mater Jinn.

"It this really according to the Code? Am I supposed to be punished like a child?" He felt the twinge of anger worming through his body at the thought of the coming humiliation.

Master Jinn chuckled. "In this room, you abide by my Code. If I say the ruler, the ruler it will be. Now get into position."

Obi-Wan slowly complied. He could barely reach over the table to grasp the far edge, but he had the feeling he would need it.

There was silence and no movement for several long seconds.

"Good," Master Jinn said as he softly landed the ruler on Obi-Wan's naked behind. Obi-Wan hissed at the unexpected sensation: not too painful, and only a little bit unpleasant.

Hastily, Obi-Wan said "One!"

The next stroke was a little harder, but still not too bad and Obi- Wan gasped, "Two!"

He heard another faint chuckle behind him and resisted the temptation to turn around and voice his complaint. He just wanted this over with and couldn't imagine facing the extra punishment that would be the result.

The next few strokes fell in rapid succession, and to his horror Obi- Wan felt his cock stir to shameful life again. Every stroke sent a shock of sensation to his groin and he couldn't keep in the groan more of pleasure than pain. He realised he had lost count but couldn't be bothered when he felt Master Jinn's hand stroke his heated behind.

"You are very red," Master Jinn whispered. The strange tone in his voice made Obi-Wan turn his head and look at him with slightly glazed eyes. Something was going on here, and he was almost certain that he wouldn't mind so long as Master Jinn kept stroking him like that.

The Master took a small vial from the pile of clothes on the desk nearby. The pungent aroma of healing balm filled Obi-Wan's nostrils and a shocking coldness was spread on the sore skin of his buttocks. The blunt fingers worked the balm in with surprisingly gentle movements. Obi-Wan began to relax and move his hips in time with the rhythmic touch of Master Jinn's hands. He almost forgot about his embarrassingly hard erection when suddenly a finger slid between his cheeks.

Obi-Wan jumped and tried to stand up, gasping in surprise, but Master Jinn's unoccupied hand landed on his neck and pushed him back down firmly against the table.

"Just... relax." The voice above him was hoarse and Obi-Wan realised that he wasn't the only one who was aroused. Obi-Wan was released, but didn't move as he felt the finger between his cheeks slide deeper briefly before being removed. The rustling sound could only be Master Jinn removing the rest of his clothing. Obi-Wan remained motionless on the table with breathless anticipation. He had dreamt of this happening; Master Jinn touching him, about to claim him...

Master Jinn's large hands covered his behind and spread him open. Obi-Wan suddenly remembered how big Master Jinn was physically and realised that he probably was proportional in all respects. He tensed in nervousness when he felt the big blunt tip pressing against his opening.

"I won't hurt you. I will stop any time - just tell me."

Master Jinn's voice was surprisingly tender and Obi-Wan managed to relax again, remembering the many lessons on controlling his bodily reactions. He was incredibly grateful for those lessons when Master Jinn breached him.

Obi-Wan howled. It was too big. Too much. Too soon.

Master Jinn waited, giving him chance to get used to the incredible stretching sensation. "Shall I stop?"

Obi-Wan panted, but shook his head. He didn't want him to stop. No matter how much it hurt. This was the chance he had been longing for and he wasn't going to waste it.

Master Jinn moved again, further in until he was pressing hard against Obi-Wan's still sore buttocks. He took a firm grip of Obi- Wan's hips, his breath coming in harsh gasps. Obi-Wan was pleased to know that he was the cause of the master's passion.

"Ready?" Master Jinn grunted, and all Obi-Wan could do was nod and press his hips back in answer.

It began slowly, and something inside Obi-Wan tingled beautifully with every stroke. He couldn't keep in the gasps, the groans and soon the shouts of pain-tinged pleasure, accompanied by guttural grunts from Master Jinn as he pounded away faster and harder.

It didn't take long. Obi-Wan couldn't hold it back when orgasm hit him like a stampeding bantha. His whole body jerked and spasmed and he could almost hear the splatter of his come on the floor. Master Jinn gripped his hips even harder and lifted him clean off the floor, pumping furiously until he followed Obi-Wan over the edge.

They stood entangled together, panting, sweating, for a long moment before Master Jinn pulled himself free and released his vice-like grip on Obi-Wan's body. Obi-Wan slumped and almost sank to the floor, but was grabbed and pulled to his feet, where he swayed unsteadily before regaining control of his shaking limbs.

There was an awkward moment when they pulled their leggings up and dressed, once more taking on the appearance of proper Jedi.

Obi-Wan didn't know where to look and felt like running from the room, until he felt Master Jinn's reassuring hand on his shoulder. He looked up into the blue eyes to see a mischievous smile.

Master Jinn spoke, before turning to leave Obi-Wan alone. He said: "Detention. Tomorrow. Same time."

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