Star Wars: The Clone Wars - Deeper Secrets
"Pilot" or "Doing What Needs to be Done" PART 1
Author's Note: This fic takes place within and alongside the events of the show's pilot movie 'The Clone Wars'. My hope is that you can watch the show and read along to get a good feel for characters, locations, and smaller details that I might reference. I hope you enjoy!
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!WARNING! - This Fanfic contains the disciplinary spanking of a fictional minor. If such material offends you, do not read any further. You have been warned! Also, spoiler alert if you haven't seen the show, which you should.
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Ashoka Tano sat quietly as the small shuttle she had taken from Coruscant dropped out of hyperspace just beyond where Admiral Yularen's fleet was staging the Republic's liberation of the planet Kristophsis.
The fourteen-year-old Togruta was at once excited, stoic, nervous, and giddy considering the assignment she had been given by Master Yoda. She was one of the youngest Jedi in history to be assigned as a Padawan learner, and while pride was seen as a vice among the Order, she couldn't help but swell with... achievement. Yes, that is what she would call it. As an individual, the orange-skinned teen was about as free of a spirit as Jedi came, and she would be the first to admit (only to herself, that is) that she was happy to be away from the Temple, finally. The Jedi teaching at the temple, Master Yoda included, were some of the gentlest souls one might ever encounter, but within the Order, they were also very expectant and strict. And so Ahsoka's natural exuberance combined with the rules and conduct codes of the Jedi Order made for a poor overall sitting experience during her early training, as the Jedi were very traditional and hands-on in their approach to wrangling the high-energy younglings they took on (and on rare occasion, even their Knights and Masters as well). But the whispers of a galaxy at war told the tales of Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi Knight of Jedi Knights, hyper-successful General of the Republic who marched to the beat of his own drum and if anyone would allow Ahsoka to really spread her proverbial wings like she felt she needed to, it had to be him.
Upon her arrival, the Admiral himself greeted her and quickly ushered her to another nearby shuttle in the same hangar in order to expedite her journey to the planet's surface. The cruiser broke the blockade and the shuttle carrying Ahsoka hurried off and promptly delivered the young Jedi to Masters Kenobi and Skywalker. She explained the Hutt kidnapping situation and her assignment to serve under Master Skywalker, much to his vocal chagrin. Anakin was many things, but he had never once fancied himself a teacher; far from it - he was a warrior and had little time, in his mind anyway, for someone that didn't already know what they were to do with themselves. However, for he time being, it seemed the Jedi General was stuck with her, which the teen girl was happy and quick to point out.
Anakin was not one for much more than basic strategy and otherwise winging it beyond that. Seeing as the most recent development in their liberation of Kristophsis was the droid army re-surging forward under the protection of a heavy energy shield, Ahsoka's suggestion of taking out the shield itself sat well with him. However, the young upstart seemed to already be getting ahead of herself, and he was going to have to make it clear to young Ahsoka that there was going to need to be a change in their existing dynamic.
"We'll figure out a way." Ahsoka pronounced confidently as she started to walk away from the command table, "Come on, Master, lets go."
That was it! This little girl was already to big for her britches and she hadn't been there more an hour, "If we survive this, Snips, you and I are going to have a talk. A long talk.
Ahsoka cursed to herself, though she did her best not to let her emotion show. She had been there for, like, a second with one of the, supposedly, easiest-going Jedi in the galaxy, and she had already gotten herself in trouble with him. And she had so enjoyed sitting comfortably on the journey there. She sighed and kept walking, trying not to let her now-impending discipline impede her enthusiasm. The two Jedi did manage to sneak past the energy shield under a piece of metal debris, though Ahsoka was none to happy about her new Master's plan, being stuck under a box while a ton of 'tinnies' marched by, and she was not shy about expressing this view.
"This is stupid." Ahsoka complained in a whisper, "We should be fighting these guys instead of sneaking around." she said as they droid loudly marched past them.
Truthfully, Anakin would often share that sentiment, but they were no good to Obi-Wan, Rex and the others dead, which was highly likely if they fought the entire droid regimen at that moment, "Except for the fact that their deflective energy shield just passed right over us." Anakin retorted, "If you can't cross their lines, let their lines cross you." He said confidently.
Ahsoka huffed as the soreness in her knees grew, "If you say so..." she said with a heap of disdain.
Anakin's brow furrowed, "You know what, Snips? I do say so. We'll add your attitude to the list of things we need to talk about when this is all through."
Ahsoka could have screamed! Again, she held her tongue, but Anakin was turning out to be just as sensitive as the rest of the fuddy-duddy Jedi at the Temple. Truthfully, she was more upset with herself - she had gotten in trouble now twice in the shortest time-span imaginable. Ugh! 'Keep it in, stupid' she thought, scolding herself in her mind. As the battle raged on back where Obi-Wan and the troopers were, Ahsoka and Anakin carried on. After a brief run in with a destroyer droid, and a moderately snide comment from Anakin, Ahsoka only wanted to prove herself all the more. Maybe she could at least get a little respect from her new Master, and, hoping against hope, maybe she might even get out of the discipline she had earned since her arrival, though history was against her on that second point, she thought, thinking back to her years at the Jedi Temple and her MANY trips over various knees, chairs and beds.
As it turned out, their mission was a success, albeit a messy one. And while Ahsoka did manage to be the primary cause of the messiness, she also managed to save her Master's life with a well timed use of an enormous stone wall to crush a group of droids that had beset him. Their success allowed Obi-Wan and the troops, with the aid of some naval reinforcements at the behest of Master Yoda, to win the day for the Republic. After the battle's end, Ahsoka sat on the edge of the Separatist energy shield platform, head hung low. Though they had already endured quite a bit as a duo, it seemed as though Master Skywalker had no intention of actually taking her on as his Padawan - he was still critical of her even after she had saved his life. As she sat, Anakin walked over and sat next to her.
"You're reckless, little one." He said in a gruff tone. Ahsoka's heart sank as he spoke these words, "You never would've made it as Obi-Wan's Padawan..."
Ahsoka was on the verge of tears, even with all her emotional training and skill and strength, hearing the baddest Jedi in the galaxy tell you that you don't have what it takes was crushing, except then Anakin continued, "...but you might make it as mine." The teen Togruta's eyes lit up, and she could hardly contain her joy as she looked up at him and he smiled softly back at her. She wanted to hug him more than she had ever wanted to hug anybody in her life, but an outburst of emotion such as that was most certainly frowned upon in the Order, and so she simply sat there with a composed grin, dancing in her mind, as he stood and called her to follow him, which she did happily.
"Though, " he continued as they walked, "You and I might end up having as many 'talks' as Obi-Wan and I did in my Padawan days if you don't control yourself, Snips."
"Yes, Master..." Ahsoka said sheepishly, wanting to talk back but holding her tongue.
Once they rejoined their battalion, Anakin and Ahsoka were sent to Teth by Master Yoda to spearhead the rescue of Jabba's toddler son, Rotta. During the five day journey, it seemed as though Ahsoka had indeed escaped the hand of fate, for at no point did she end up over her Master's knee despite a couple more discretionary moments along the way as they planned their rescue assault. However, it would soon perhaps seem that the will of the Force was not that she escape her consequences. As they arrived on Teth with their troops and began staging for their mission, Anakin happened upon young Ahsoka as she regaled a small squad of troopers and Captain Rex with the story of how she single-handedly saved Master Skywalker's hide during the energy shield mission, conveniently leaving out whose fault the hidden droids' activation was. Anakin was gracious enough as he dispersed the troopers to the final preparations, and as he and Ahsoka walked on, he gently chided his new apprentice.
"Would this be a good time to teach you that a Jedi is humble, my young Padawan?" Anakin said.
Ahsoka had moved beyond the trepidation of her apparently-no-longer-impending punishment from Kristophsis, and so she quickly retorted with a wry smile, "Sorry, just trying to keep the boys inspired, is all."
However, as she said these words, it suddenly came back to Anakin that he had promised the teen Togruta a lesson in discipline back on Kristophsis, "Wait a minute... I completely forgot about the talk we were supposed to have..." Anakin chuckled, stopping in his tracks. Ahsoka stopped as well, and she tried not to let it show that her heart had just sank into her stomach, she had been so careful to avoid topics or situations that might lead to this very remembrance on her Master's part. She could have spanked herself for being such a nerf-herder and reminding him. She had just HAD to tell the story one more time.
"Oh... right..." Ahsoka said sheepishly, "I... guess we didn't."
Anakin chuckled again, "Well done, my Padawan, you almost got out of it." He said, putting a firm hand on Ahsoka's shoulder, "I got out of my share of talks with Obi-Wan very much in the same way. You'll have to be more careful in the future. But," Anakin sighed, "discipline in training is admittedly pretty necessary as a younger Jedi, and if he ever caught me trying to sneak out of one, it only made it that much worse." Ahsoka's heart was in her boots at this point - her Master had basically pronounced that not only was he going to follow through on punishing her for her cheekiness on Kristophsis, but now it was going to be worse because she didn't take her medicine when it was due.
Anakin looked back to where Captain Rex was barking orders to get things moving, and shouted to him, "Hey Rex, how long until we're at full ready?"
"No more than fifteen minutes, General!" Rex responded, immediately then giving an order to a nearby trooper.
"Perfect." Anakin said, suddenly grabbing his teen Padawan by the upper arm, "That gives us plenty of time." he said, now purposefully walking and guiding his reluctant apprentice towards a nearby troop gunship, then pausing to look around for a second. He spotted a trooper utility belt on a nearby munitions crate and used the Force to pull it to his free hand. He then led Ahsoka to and then into the gunship. He let go of her arm once they were inside and walked to the cockpit, closing the side doors, shutting the blast shields, and turning on the lights in the troop bay. Using the force, he caused the collapsible bench on the wall of the bay to fold down, and he sat down and began disassembling the utility attachments from the trooper belt he had grabbed. Ahsoka watched him do this and her stomach was flopping like a speared Corellian Cobblerfish.
Once he finished, Anakin called Ahsoka over, looking her right in the eye as he reached up under her skirt and hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of her leggings, "When Obi-Wan first took me on as a youngling, you know, he decided that I needed to know my place as soon as I could, so the first time I rebelled..." as Anakin said this word, he pulled Ahsoka's tights down her slender, smooth orange legs to her ankles, then reaching back up her skirt and hooking his thumbs in her underwear waistband, "...he took me to a nearby chamber, at the Temple, bared my butt and gave me one of the most memorable 'talks' he ever did." Anakin pulled down Ahsoka's panties, which were unremarkable, very common for Jedi clothing in general. Leaving them pooled at her ankles with her leggings, he continued, "Ahsoka, you were too bold and presumed too much when you first arrived, and then in the middle of battle, your attitude left quite a bit to be desired, little miss 'if you say so'." the Jedi Master said, taking the teen's wrist and guiding her to his right side, "You did a good job on Kristophsis, but when you act like a youngling you're going to get treated like one, do you understand?"
Ahsoka had been silent, too busy staring at her boots or closing her eyes to do much else, but in this moment, it was like she was much younger, back at the temple, and she suddenly felt the reality of her youth and situation in a very real way. She swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes, but she choked back a sob and said, "Yes, Master. I... I'm sorry I for my attitude and overstepping my position."
"Glad to hear it, hopefully we won't have to do this for a long time..." Anakin replied as he guided the young teen girl across his lap and flipped up her skirt to expose her taut, bare, orange bottom. Usually, Jedi discipline was highly ritualized but Anakin was anything but traditional in almost every sense, and he had no intention of following the rigid code that he had grown to both loathe and respect when it came to discipline. His Padawan needed a lesson and he was going to deliver it swiftly and directly.
Without any further ceremony, he raised his hand and brought it down hard across the teen's bottom. He wasted no time reaching a good pace, and Ahsoka almost immediately begin to squirm under his stern disciplining. Her cheeks jiggled with youthful firmness as he slapped them hard with his hand, alternating cheeks every few spanks. Despite her painful predicament, the young Togruta couldn't help but recognize the adeptness of discipline that her Master showed for having never had a Padawan. In truth, Anakin was no stranger to delivering a good, long spanking as he was equally as firm and thorough with his secret wife, Galactic Senator, Padme Amidala. She too had a stubborn and rebellious streak in her that often merited staunch discipline, and being the caring person he was, Anakin tried not to miss any opportunity to help his wife mature, through discipline, when he could. After only a minute or so, Ahsoka's bottom was already good and pink, and the teen couldn't help but groan and squeak as her Master very thoroughly punished every inch of her fourteen year old behind. Every time his hand connected with her young skin, fresh, uncomfortable fire erupted in her bottom.
After a few minutes of turning his Padawan's backside a decent hue of red, he began to also add spanking her thighs and sit spots to the mix. That very rapidly turned the teen's groans and whining into squeals and cries, and her squirming became desperate writhing and kicking, but Anakin showed no signs of slowing. He peppered her naughty bottom with an unending flurry of stinging slaps as she more and more continued to cry out, now starting to plead with him for relief though he offered none. The teen girl began to weep and sob as her Master turned her cute orange backside a sternly-disciplined shade of red from nearly the top of her young cheeks to roughly halfway down her tender thighs. She began to screech and buck as he spanked harder, intending to wrap up this portion of her discipline with a memorable flurry of spanks.
Finally, he finished, giving the sobbing teen a moment to cry over his lap. Her bottom was well punished, and had they dealt with this sooner, that would have been it. But young Ahsoka, admittedly much like himself at her age, had tried to escape consequences and he knew that he needed to instill a respect for discipline in her life, just like Obi-Wan had instilled in him - though he hated the process, he knew first hand that the results were worth it.
Anakin stood his weeping Padawan up and then stood with her, but before she could fully stand upright, he repositioned her and bent her over, telling the teen to place her hands flat on the bench seat. The young Togruta did as she was told but she begged him to relent. Her bottom was on fire and she promised that she had learned her lesson and would be more mindful of her words and actions going forward. Anakin responded by picking up the belt and doubling it in his hand, telling Ahsoka that he was going to make sure that she remembered to do exactly that, and the sooner she learned to discipline herself, the less he would have to. He flipped up her skirt, placing a hand onto the small of her back, and then he raised the belt.
Outside the gunship, the troopers were getting gear and vehicles prepped as quickly as possible. Any men nearby, however, almost all stopped and looked when a muffled snap was followed by a piercing scream. Quickly, however, they realized there was no danger at hand when the snapping and screeching continued in rhythm - the clones were no stranger to the ways of the Jedi, and a Master disciplining his Padawan was nothing new. Anakin wasn't sure how old his sobbing apprentice was, but he figured thirty strokes of the belt would be plenty to make sure the snippy teen never forgot this lesson. And so, without slowing, he continued to punish her poor, sore bottom with hard strokes of the belt. The teen screamed and pleaded as he whipped her soundly, but not once did Master Skywalker slow or pull his strokes.
Ahsoka had been subject to a good amount of discipline in her Temple days, but she had never been punished so thoroughly. The sting of the belt was unbearable - she alternated kicking her feet back or stomping as her teenaged backside danced about, trying not to break position but still somehow shake the horrible raging burn from her now very red bottom. Her master never missed his mark, however, and soon all she could do was hold position, gripping the seat straps, and sob as he brought the belt hard against her trembling cheeks again and again.
Finally, it ended. The young teen Jedi's backside felt like a thousand fire wasps had gone on a stinging frenzy all over her poor bottom and thighs. Her eyes and jaw ached from her crying and gritting her teeth. Ahsoka's knees wanted so badly to buckle and her slump to the floor to sob, but to her credit, she held her position and simply wept openly. In fact, she had impressed Anakin quite a bit when she had been over his knees, in that she never once reached back to cover her bottom, though he was fairly certain he had probably spanked her more severely than anything she had received at the Temple.
After about a minute or so, the teen Togruta had regained most of her composure and was softly sniffling, still bent at the waist with her red, punished bottom sticking out while her Master finished putting the utility belt back together. He gave Ahsoka permission to stand and redress, and once she had done so, with notable care taken to protect her sore rear from any additional abrasion, she stood and faced him, wiping her tears and nose. Anakin placed his hands on her shoulders and looked Ahsoka in the face, which was tear-stained and puffy from her crying, and he then did something most unexpected - he pulled her into a hug. It was the strangest reaffirming thing Ahsoka had ever experienced: her butt was on fire like it had never known, but she suddenly felt a new warmth of genuine safety wash over her, like Anakin was someone who cared for her greatly, like a father, or an older brother. It was like being home after a long and arduous journey. It made sense and it didn't. It was intoxicating and confusing and happily familiar in an unknown way. She was stunned for a few seconds, but did manage to hug him back, if for only a moment, before he released her. Holding his Padawan at an arm's length, Anakin told her that he hoped they wouldn't need to revisit this lesson anytime soon, or ever, if she could manage it. She assured him vehemently that they would not (though both of them were fairly certain that wouldn't be the case, by any margin). He smiled but warned the well-disciplined teen Jedi that if she did slip, he would always be there to catch her and set her straight as needed.
With that, he set the gunship back into its docked, ready state and the two Jedi exited. They found Captain Rex awaiting them nearby, and suddenly Ahsoka felt a heavy dose of embarrassment as she realized there was a good chance that anyone nearby had a clear notion that she was walking around with a sore, very punished bottom. She and Rex made eye contact, but his gaze was neither one of mockery or compassion, rather he seemed unfazed by what had just very plainly taken place, and as they approached him, he simply informed General Skywalker that the troops would be ready to go in moments.
The rest of Anakin and Ahsoka's first mission together was successful though definitely not uneventful. They defeated a defending battalion of droids at the monastery mesa, fought a dark apprentice who was really a shrew of a woman, rescued the infant Hutt who was equal parts stinky and cute, escaped on the clunkiest junker in history (as far as Ahsoka was concerned), and despite heavy opposition and nearly successful subterfuge by the fallen Jedi Master, Count Dooku, they succeeded in their mission to rescue and deliver Jabba's son safely back to the crime boss, securing a delicate yet desperately needed alliance with the Hutts. However, far across the galaxy, on the city-planet and Galactic capitol, Coruscant, someone else very dear to Anakin was unknowingly going to put herself through a world of pain in order to make his successful mission ultimately successful.
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NEXT TIME: Senator Padme Amidala makes a usual nuisance of herself to an (unknown at the time) enemy - this time, one Ziro the Hutt. Unfortunately for the meddlesome Senator, she is going to discover first hand that the Hutts have very unpleasant ways of dealing with pests and political prisoners.