Note this story is about Baby Yoda or Grogu getting his bare little bottom spanked whenever he is naughty and won't listen to Din. These spankings are actual spankings, meaning they HURT his little bottom and he wails because Dada spanks him little tiny bottom until it's red!
If this offends you, then hit the back button now as I literally do not care. I have warned you to avoid hearing coomplaints. You read this and don't like it, it is YOUR FAULT!
The child has been bad.
The child has been very naughty.
The child intentionally continued on doing something you told him not to do.
The child continues to do it, he does what he is doing while looking at you, as though he's daring you to do anything about it.
The child knows what he is doing is wrong.
You can see that he knows in his eyes.
At first, you decide that perhaps some time sitting quietly would be enough to stop the child's misbehavior.
You put him in his pram, and tell him to stay there.
The child didn't listen to you but he climbs out with a giggle.
You put him back - not once, not twice, but several more times before the child stays put with a tiny huff.
You sit down to think about the child's behavior, and how this is not the first time he's been deliberately naughty.
What happened today, though, tips the scales toward the fact you need to do something to discourage future naughtiness.
If you had not been quick, and stopped his tiny finger from pressing the button, the child would have ejected your fuel into space.
The fuel ejection would have been dire, as you would have been stranded in space, in the middle of nowhere.
You would have both died once your food and water ran out, if you hadn't already died from suffocation with the life support cut off from lack of fuel.
You think about what you should do over and over.
You feel sick to your stomach as you draw the same conclusions over and over.
You come to the same conclusions about what needs to happen next over and over again.
The child needs to be disciplined with a punishment.
The child needs to receive a spanking.
You don't want to really do it for several reasons.
The child would cry being one of the primary reasons.
The child will be angry with you, is another.
But you knew you couldn't allow the child to get by with continuing not listening to you without consequences.
His actions were dangerous, and the next time he does something dangerous, he might not be so lucky to escape injury again.
The child might get hurt or, and your heart ceases at this thought, something worse.
He could kill himself.
If he receives a mildly painful consequence of getting a spanking, perhaps the next time you tell him to not to do something, he will listen to you.
You stand up.
It is with a heavy heart, you walk over to the child's pram, and stop in front of it.
You freeze for a moment as dark, tiny eyes looked up at you.
With a sigh you pick the child up, and you go to find a seat.
Once you're sitting down, you place the child face down over your lap.
The child squeaks then he starts to squirm.
It is obvious that he does not like the position he is in.
You hold him in place on your knee.
You push the child's robe up out of the way, then you pull down the tiny underpants he's wearing.
Next, you unlatch his tiny diaper to expose his tiny bottom.
You look at that tiny bottom for a moment, trying to decide if you really want to do this.
You remember how the child didn't listen to you earlier, and had almost stranded you both in space.
You decide that yes this must happen.
You make sure your hand is flattened.
You take a moment to be sure your aim will be true.
You raise your hand up into the air a little.
You force your voice to be strong.
"This is what happens, kid, when you don't listen to me."
You bring your hand down, making a solid connection with the tiny bottom.
The child, who has continued to squirm up until now, stops.
You raise your hand again, and bring it down on his tiny bottom.
You hear the child's breath hitch.
The child begins to sniffle.
You raise your hand for a third time, and once more you swat the tiny bottom.
The child whimpers.
You repeat the action.
The child begins to cry with the fifth swat.
You try to ignore how doing this makes you feel.
You know this is for his own good.
You start laying down a steady rythym of firm, but not too harsh swats on the tiny bottom.
It does not take long for the child to start wailing.
Soon after this, he tries to shield his bottom.
The child's arms are far too short to hinder you.
Nevertheless you pin his tiny arms down by his side, and you continue on with his punishment.
"When I tell you not to touch something, whether it's a button, or something else, you MUST listen to me, kid."
The child continues wailing, and he kicks his tiny legs.
You can see tears dripping off of his tiny contorted face.
Your heart clenches tighter in your chest at the sight, and you stop the swats.
You gaze down at the tiny bottom, and realize the spanking has gone on long enough to turn his tiny cheeks a bright shade of red.
The child continues to wail, his breaths is coming out in hiccups now.
You realize the child has been given enough swats.
You are careful when you latch his diaper back into place before pulling up his underpants over his tiny, red bottom.
You release his tiny arms.
The child doesn't move them.
The child lays limply on your thigh, continuing to cry his tiny heart out.
The tiny big sobs break your heart, but you know what you have done was something that you needed to do.
The child MUST learn to LISTEN to you.
You don't want him to get hurt or worse.
You pull down the back of the child's robe, and you start rubbing his back.
The child looks back at you with hurt, teary eyes, sucking up snot into his button nose.
You start to speak when...
The child reaches behind himself, and smacks at your hand rubbing.
You are stunned by his actions.
You still want to comfort him after punishing him.
So you try to rub his back again.
The child smacks at the hand three times, then looks up at you with dark, angry eyes.
The child's entire tiny face is now an angry scowl.
But the effect of the angry expression on the tiny face is more than cut in half when you see his tiny bottom lip trembling.
The child is angry with you, yes, but more to the point, you hurt his tiny heart when you spanked his tiny bottom.
You blink away your own tears, and then you pick his tiny body up off of your thigh.
You intend to bring him close to you, so you can hug him.
But the child makes it plain that he wants nothing to do with receiving a hug from you.
The child's pushes against your breastplate.
"Mah!" the child shouts, pushing once more. "Mah!"
You try to hug him again, and this time he doesn't just push.
You feel his tiny palm connect with your helmet. "Maaaaaah!"
Of course, you hardly feel the impact but that is not the point.
He can't start hitting you.
You hold him out in front of you so you can look him in the eyes.
"Hey, hey, stop that!"
"Mah!"
The child scowls at you, and tries to kick you with his feet.
You feel your frustration growing at his temper tantrum.
You take a deep breath or two to attempt to calm down before you try hugging him again.
But the child won't have it.
You take him by underneath his arms, and hold him up.
The child glares at you.
The child swings his tiny hand at you.
You don't react or scold him again.
You look into his eyes instead.
The hurt you see in those dark eyes as tears roll down his cheeks cuts you cleanly in half.
You are at a loss about what you should do.
So you don't say anything but in silence carry him over to his pram where you place him inside.
The child immediately lays down on his stomach, facing away from you.
You watch as he hugs his tiny pillow.
You don't need the helmet's auditory sensors to pick up on his tiny sniffles.
The child is still crying.
You start to reach a hand down to rub his tiny back, but then you stop.
The child made it plain he does not want any comfort from you.
You don't know what else to do, so you turn away from him, and return to the pilot's seat instead.