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 first time you spanked the child, you hoped it would be the only time you would have to.

You hoped the experience of him being laid over your knee to have his tiny bottom swatted until his tiny bottom is red and sore and he is sobbing would be enough to discourage the child from recommitting the same naughtiness again.

It is most unfortunate for the both of you that this is not the case.

Before you went into the hold, you told the child to stay put in his seat.

You were sure to tell him not to touch the controls while you were a level down talking to Cara.

The child looks at you with his big, dark eyes.

You ask him if he understands.

The child gives you a coo.

You suppose that is a yes.

"Now remember what happens if you touch the controls when I have said not to."

The child blinks at you.

"You'll get a spanking if you touch ANY of them while I'm gone."

The child of course doesn't say anything but looks away from you.

You don't know if he understands what you said, but you hope he at least remembers what the word spanking means.

You absolutely mean it when you say he will get spanked if he plays with the controls.

"Why don't you take a nap?"

You lift him from the makeshift crib just long enough to take it off of the seat.

You replace the makeshift crib with the child's blanket on the seat, then place him laying down on it.

"There. Why don't you take a nap while I'm gone?"

The child looks up at you, and lifts his arms.

"No, I need to talk to Cara. You need to stay here."

The child whines, and he starts to get up.

"No, STAY!"

You gently push him back down, and you pull the blanket up.

"Sleep."

You watch him for another second to make sure he stays put.

The child crosses his arms across his tiny chest, and his tiny lip is sticking out far. You can see that he is pouting, but to your relief he stays put.

You leave him alone.

You go below to talk with Cara.

You think you see the child's green inverted head from above a few minutes later.

You dismiss it as your imagination.

You shouldn't have because a minute later the entire ship is shaking, going side to side in all kinds of crazy directions.

You know what is going on even before you manage to climb up the ladder,

The child had climbed up onto the controls, where he is moving the steering yoke back and forth, giggling like a Kowakian monkey-lizard.

You grab the child is the first thing you do, prying his little fingers off of the yoke before you hand him off to Cara.

You sit down at the pilot's seat, and correct your course.

"Sorry about that."

You shoot her a glance.

Cara looks very upset by what just happened, and is standing with her arms crossed, glaring down at the child. "You need to do something with that kid of yours!"

You know she isn't only referring to what happened just now.

You know she is referring to the strange choking thing the child did to her.

You don't understand what he did to her, so you don't know whether or not you should punish the child for it.

You do however do understand what the child did just moments ago, and you intend to take care of it.

You look at her. "I will do something about him. Go below."

You don't offer any explanation, and she doesn't ask what your plans are.

You close the hatch, and lock it once she's below, not wanting any interruptions or for her to hear the swats you give his tiny bottom or hear the child's crying as a result.

The child is going to be crying, loudly, in just a few moments from now.

You will make sure of that.

You find him already at another control consule, looking at the bright lights, and one little finger going out towards them.

You don't wait for the finger to reach the button but you snatch him up off the consule.

The child gives an indignant whine, and crosses his little arms as he glares at you once more.

You sit down, and put him down on your lap, upright for the moment.

You don't know how much he understands as always but you are going to try to explain to him WHY you're going to spank him.

"Now kid, I told you not to touch anything while I was below with Cara, didn't I? Now did you do as I said?"

The child tilts his tiny head at you, blinking his dark eyes at you.

You know he is trying to come off as being innocent.

The child is trying to convince you that it was not him that you and Cara just caught pulling and pushing the steering yoke in every direction.

The child believes you are wrapped around his little finger, and that you will let him off of the hook if he looks innocent enough.

You swallow, and focus.

"No, you did not and I think you KNOW you did not."

The child babbles, and he starts to fiddle with his robe.

Good, he knows he has been naughty and what is going to happen because of it.

"Do you remember what I said I would do if you touched any of the controls or buttons?"

The child brings his head up. Those large, dark eyes stare at you with sadness.

They're wet.

You swallow hard, and take a breath.

"I am going to give you a spanking, kid."

When the child's bottom lip trembles, you know he understands what you are going to do.

You place both of your hands on his sides, and turn him so you can lay him tummy down over your thigh.

The child immediately tries to get up once he's in position but you place a hand on his tiny back to keep him there.

You then use your other hand to push up the back of his tiny robe.

The child is crying and babbling by now. He doesn't want what's about to happen to actually happen.

To be fair, you don't want it too either. But you know the kid playing with the steering yoke is dangerous when he's been told not.

His deliberate disobedience must be followed by a serious consequence such as spanking.

What if you'd been on a planet or in hyperspace when the child disobeyed you?

You hate to think what could have happened in either of those scenarios!

Your heart is heavy as you pull down his tiny underpants, then unlatch the tiny diaper before pulling it away from his tiny bottom.

The kid is hysterical by now, trying to desperately get away from your firm hold on him.

You flatten your hand, take aim, and raise it into the air.

You bring your hand down.

The child's crying revs up the second your hand makes contact with his tiny bottom.

You raise your hand into the air again, and bring it down again on the tiny bottom.

The child sobs, his tiny hands are gripping the edge of your thigh guards, while his tiny feet flail.

As you continue on with the spanking, the child wails as loudly as his tiny lungs allow him.

You see huge tears roll down his tiny face.

Your heart is aching at the sight, but you keep on giving his tiny, green bottom firm, but not overly harsh smacks.

You won't end his spanking until his tiny bottom is red, which will take a few minutes worth of swats.

The child continues to try to escape his punishment, wriggling his tiny frame with all of his tiny might.

The child is no match for your warrior honed strength, and you keep him over your thigh, until the very last swat.

When the child's tiny bottom is red at last, you stop landing the swats.

You ease your grip on the child.

The child doesn't move from the spot on your thigh.

The child sobs like his tiny heart is broken.

You know his tiny heart probably is broken because you spanked him.

You know your heart feels broken too because you had to discipline him like this.

You also know that you had to spank him after he did something so dangerous as jostling the ship all over space.

You sigh as you latch his tiny diaper back into place over his tiny, red bottom, and pull up his tiny underpants.

You pull the tiny robe down, and then remembering how the child acted after his first spanking ended, you hesitate before you start rubbing his tiny back.

The child's face is down against your thigh, and he is using his tiny arms as a pillow.

The child doesn't turn his head around to look at you, so he is not reaching back to try to hit your hand as he did before.

The child is just laying over your thigh, and sobbing loudly.

The child continues to cry and doesn't move on your thigh for the longest time.

You sigh, and without any words, you continue to rub his tiny back.

You decide you will let the child cry it out, and calm down before you attempt to say anything more to him.

You listen to the child cry for another ten minutes while you continue to rub his tiny heaving back.

The child eventually stops sobbing so loud, and his tears become sniffles.

You decide once he's only sniffling, now is the time to pick him up and have a talk with him.

You pick him up with careful tenderness, and you bring him up to eye level.

The child's cheeks are all wet from the amount of crying he's done, and the area beneath his button nose is all snotty.

You decide you should clean his face first before you talk to him.

You set him down on your thigh, and feel sick to your stomach when he whimpers a little the moment his tiny bottom touches down. You start to pick him up, and hold him instead, but other than the whimper he gives no signs he is finding sitting down uncomfortable.

You take a corner of your cape, and gently clean off his tiny face.

You TRY to clean his face completely, but at some point, the child decides he's had enough, and he keeps turning his face away from you.

You shrug and drop your cape.

"Okay, kiddo, we need to talk about why I gave you a spanking."

The child looks up at you at the sound of your voice.

The child's eyes are still full of tears, and again it makes you sad that you had to give him a spanking.

You clear your throat.

"Okay, kid, the reason you got a spanking is because I told you NOT to touch any of the controls or buttons while I'm below talking to Cara. Now I know that playing with bright, blinking buttons and neat controls is tempting for you. I get that, but it is no excuse to do what I told you not to do. The reason I put you down for a nap to begin with was to help you stay out of trouble and avoid having to be punished. Do you understand?"

The child sniffles and looks up at you with big, teary eyes.

You sigh, uncertain whether or not the child is understanding you now.

You know that the child does understand at least some of what you say.

You know the child understand what the word spanking means.

But you're not fully sure the child understand the connection between his being a naughty little boy and getting a spanking after he's been very naughty.

You don't know what else you can do other than to keep doing what you're doing.

You don't want to have to spank the child again.

But you also know you cannot allow the child to continue to do dangerous things without any consequences.

So until someone can show you another way to deter the child from his destructive mischief, you'll have no choice but to keep spanking in your arsenal of disciplinary tools for the child.

You clean the child's face up as best you can, and then you lay him back down on the seat.

The child doesn't sit up this time and he allows you to tuck his blanket around him.

"Sleep."

The child stares up at you.

"Go to sleep."

You reach down, and start stroking his ear.

The child hums a purr.

The child keeps his eyes open for another minute or so, but then they start to close at last.

You continue with stroking his ear for another minute or so, until you're sure he's asleep.

You then slip out of the cockpit, and into the hold.

You are certain that if the child awakens while you're gone, you are confident he is not going to start playing around with the steering yoke or any of the other controls again.