Mastering the Padawan

by Lady Oasis (Lady_Oasis@excite.com)

Characters-Rating Q/O NC17

Category: PWP, mild D/s

Summary: The Master seems to think he can curb Obi-Wans seductive manipulations.

Spoilers: None

Feedback: Please...this is my first attempt at slash

Disclaimer: We all know George Lucas owns everything, especially Obi-Wan & Qui-Gon.

Warning: Spanking...possible series.

Qui-Gon sat at the Masters table in the temple dining hall. He had finished his dinner and now sat thoughtfully watching the Senior Padawans table.

Obi-Wan was talking animatedly to his peers when he sensed his Master's scrutiny. Looking up, Obi-Wan caught his Master's eye, and grinning broadly, gave an impudent wink.

Shaking his head, Qui-Gon returned his attention to Master Windu and Master Yoda, who had watched the exchange.

"In fine form, is your Padawan today." Master Yoda commented dryly.

"Yes, My Master, he is indeed." sighed Qui-Gon.

Obi-Wan's attraction to his Master was well known throughout the Temple and his occassional lapses into outragous flirtation were tolerated for there entertainment value alone. Yoda, in particular found Qui-Gon's exasperation with his incorigible padawan, to be immensely amusing.

"You know his current plan, don't you Qui-Gon?" Master Windu asked.

"Do I want to know ?" Qui-Gon glared.

"Mmmm, whole temple knows this, Qui-Gon," murmured Master Yoda. "And you do not?"

"No Master, but I..."

"Very creative, this plan." Yoda interrupted, chortling gleefully.

"It amuses you, my Master?" Qui-Gon asked indignately.

Mace interjected..."He has every confidence that you will take him to mate...before his Knighthood."

"Assures this, his plan does." Yoda added, helpfully.

"The 'Plan' is for him to wait until after he has been knighted....remember, my Master?"

"Mmmmmm."

"I can't decide what I want more..." Qui-Gon mused, "to drag him to bed or put him over my knee."

"Padawan, masters the Master....does he?" Yoda asked softly.

Qui-Gon stood, motioned for his Padawan and began to gather his tray...."Not yet, my Master," he grinned. ...

"Not quite yet."

Obi-Wan padded silently down the hall, behind his Master....becoming increasingly more uncomfortable with Qui-Gon's silence.

"Master." he said, finally.

"Yes, Padawan?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes," Qui-Gon answered, "but, I believe I have a solution."

"Solution Master?"

"Yes, Padawan...a solution to your bad behaviour."

They continued on in silence, until Obi-Wan's curiousity got the better of common sense.

"What solution might that be Master?"

"I have decided, my Padawan, to put you across my knee and spank you until you can't walk."

Qui-Gon turned to confront a sputtering, indignant Obi-Wan.

"You can't...Qui-Gon...Master, I'm 19 yrs old....you can't do that!"

"Not only 'can I'...but I intend to, my Padawan." Qui-Gon answered. Turning, he continued down the hall.

Obi-Wan followed hesitantly. He knew full well, what behaviour Qui-Gon was referring to....he had been flirting and seductive all afternoon, but when his Master had laughed outright at one of his sexual innuendo's during saber practice, he had thought himself on safe ground. Apparently not.

Changing tactics suddenly, Obi-Wan moved closer to his Master's side. Leaning against him and speaking in a low voice, laced with meaning, he whispered, "I might like that, Master."

Qui-Gon looked down into innocent grey eyes, that couldn't quite hide the mischief dancing there.

"Padawan, you are pushing the limits of my patience."

" Master, I certainly hope so."

Still, he couldn't believe his Master could really be serious about trying to spank him. Ever the optimist though, Obi-Wan grinned to himself and shrugged...'Nah.' he thought as he followed his Master into their quarters.

"Tea, Master?" he asked as he hung up his cloak and took off his boots.

"Perhaps later, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan turned to find Qui-Gon watching him through narrowed eyes...booted feet planted firmly and arms crossed.

"Master...." began Obi-Wan.

His Master simply raised a hand to silence him.

"Padawan, I am larger than you...stronger than you...and more skilled in the force....this will happen."

Obi-Wan went to his knee's, head bowed. "Master, I meant no disrespect, I desire you and have ever been open about that."

Qui-Gon reached down suddenly, grasped his Padawan and pulled him to his feet. Obi-Wan's surprise at the suddeness of the move turned quickly to confusion, as Qui-Gon tugged him into his arms and ground an unexpected erection against him.

"That desire is quite mutual, young Padawan...as you well know." Qui-Gon growled, nipping at Obi-Wan's ear. He trailed his lips slowly along his Padawans jaw, pausing finally to take a rough and demanding kiss. He dropped his hand to tease at the growing hardness between Obi-Wan's legs. Pulling away slowly, he gazed down at a stunned and speechless Obi-Wan.

"However," Qui-Gon continued..."lately, your little seductive flirtations have been pushing for an early response."

"Master."

"Ah," Qui-Gon smiled..."that is the qualitive word..'Master'. Be assured, Padawan..you are not yet up to handling the response you are trying to provoke."

In the time it took Obi-Wan to realize what Qui-Gon was doing...it was too late. Arms held and secured firmly behind his back by the force, Obi-Wan watched with increasing alarm as his Master calmly untied his leggings and allowed them to fall, pooling around his feet. His erection curled tightly against his stomach and hardened more as his Master stroked it gently before sitting and pulling him across his lap. Qui-Gon positioned himself to arch Obi-Wan's butt high and splay his legs open. He gently caressed each cheek and ran his hand between his legs to cup and stroke his balls.

Obi-Wan's soft sigh of pleasure turned sharp as the caress became a quick and solid smack across the bottom of his butt.

His startled cry earned him ten more smacks in rapid succession. Qui-Gon stopped then, reached under him to gently cup and stroke his balls again.

Obi-Wan gasped for breath..."Master, please...that really hurt...please."

"We're not quite done yet, Padawan." Qui-Gon answered softly.

"No, Master. I'm really sorry.....I'm....ahhh Gods, that hurts." he cried as the gentle strokes again turned to sharp smacks. On and on it went. When Qui-Gon finally stopped and began the gentle stroking....real tears traced Obi-Wan's cheeks, as he struggled for control.

"Let me up." Obi-Wan began trying to wiggle free in earnest now..."Qui-Gon," he said in desperation..."this is embarrassing...let me UP."

"What is it that is so embarrassing, my Obi-Wan....That you are being spanked...or," he paused then, reaching under to grasp and stroke Obi-Wans weeping erection...." that you are enjoying it?"

"Ahhh...Gods." And then Obi-Wan was cumming. Hard. Thrusting into Qui-Gon's hand and thrashing across his lap until he thought he would dislocate every bone in his body. When he finally collapsed bonelessly, his Master released the force bonds and slid them both down to the floor. Cradling Obi-Wan, he gently stroked his cheek and whispered sweet nonsense in his ear.

"Master?" Obi-Wan asked finally, nuzzling close..."do you love me?"

"Yes, Padawan."

"I love you too, Master."

Qui-Gon kissed him softly on the forehead..."I know that, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan lay silently for several seconds....thinking. Finally he nudged against Qui-Gon with his cheek and looked up t through his lashes to meet his Master's questioning gaze.

"You probably know then, that this isn't likely to improve my behaviour."

~fini~