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 squirms, wriggles, and screams all the way back to the Razor Crest.
The child knows how much trouble he will be in once you are back inside of the ship.
The child knows he disobeyed you and he knows that he's earned himself the kind of punishment he hates the most.
The child knows he is going to get a spanking.
You hit the control button to close the hatch once inside.
You usually place him on the floor once you're inside, but not today.
You keep the child in your arms, lest he toddles off to hide in some crevice of the ship too small for you to reach him.
The child continues to wriggle in your arms, to the point you finally are afraid you will drop him if he doesn't stop, so you hold him out far enough from you to land a smack on his bottom.
"Stop squirming now!"
You know there is too much padding between your hand and his tiny bottom for him to actually feel any sort of sting, but the smack is effective none the less.
The child stills, although he continues sobbing.
You know it is unwise to try to carry the child up the ladder to the cockpit right now, so you won't try it.
You upend one of the empty crates since there is nothing else for you to sit down on.
You hold him out in front of you with your hands underneath his arms.
Tears are flowing down his cheeks, his ears are down as though they've been deflated and he's sniffling piteously.
You resist the urge to wipe the tears off of the child's face.
"Okay kid, you need to quieten down and listen to me."
The child shakes his head.
"Yes, quiet down now, and listen to me. Because whether you do or not, you will be getting a spanking."
The child screams even louder at this declaration.
You don't like to spank the child without explaining to him why he is getting spanked.
The child seems to want to make it impossible for you to do this.
Perhaps the child thinks if you can't explain why he's going to be spanked, you won't spank him.
The child is incorrect.
You WILL spank him whether or not he knows beforehand why he's getting spanked.
You try a few more times to explain to him why he's getting this spanking but you get nowhere.
The child continues to scream every time you try to tell him, then he plugs his ears with his little hands.
You hold back a sigh.
"Okay kid, if this is the way you want it to be."
You don't say another word.
You place him face down on your thigh then get his robe, underpants, and tiny diaper out of the way.
The child is screaming his head off and trying to thrash about now.
Even with how much he is struggling, the child isn't able to move an inch from where he's laying.
The child pounds on your thigh with his tiny fists, screaming.
You can't feel the impact of his tiny fists.
You consider holding off on his punishment long enough to allow his tantrum to cycle through, but in the end you know it is better if you get it over with now.
You raise your hand, and bring it down in a firm smack on his tiny bottom.
The child's tiny fists keep pounding on your thigh until after you've smacked his tiny bottom for the third time.
The child stops pounding his fists, and then he just wails as you continue to smack his tiny bottom.
You consider ending the punishment after ten smacks but then you think about him breaking out of the ship while you were away.
There are dangerous things on this planet, especially to one as tiny as the child is!
You think about the large bodies of water the child may have drown in.
You think about the predatory animals that live in those same large bodies of water, and how those predators could have swallowed the baby whole in one gulp.
No, you think, the child's spanking needs to continue beyond the original ten smacks you had planned to give him so perhaps he will learn when you tell him to stay put, you MEAN he is to STAY PUT.
The child continues to struggle with each smack delivered to his tiny bottom.
The child's tears flow from his eyes in a river.
You feel your heart ache at the sight, but then you steel your heart because you do not want to end his spanking too early because of it.
You continue to bring your hand down on his tiny bottom for another minute or so.
You see with every smack the skin of his tiny bottom is getting redder.
The child continues to wail, and kick his tiny feet, trying to get away with all his tiny might.
Until he does not.
You notice a few smacks later, he stills, and although he continues to cry, he stops trying to get out of your grasp.
You give his tiny bottom another good look, and you decide it is red enough.
You decide his spanking is over with.
You immediately latch his tiny diaper over his now tiny red bottom, then pull up the tiny underpants over it before you pull down the back of his robe.
The child continues to sob for some time after you've stopped giving his tiny bottom smacks.
You've had the child with you awhile now, and this spanking isn't by far, the first one you've given him.
You realize however, this maybe one of the more serious spankings he's received from you.
The child's tiny bottom was very red when you put his diaper back in place, and you think, if you checked it with your HUD's thermal sensors, there would be heating readings emitting from the tiny cheeks.
You think perhaps you carried his spanking on a little too long, or maybe you were too harsh with him.
But once again you remember everything dangerous on this planet, things that, if it were not for the kindness of some strangers, those things may have gotten him.
You are grateful they'd realized he is a child and they were kind in response.
You won't ever forget the terror you felt when you got back from your supply run to find the ship empty.
You returned to find the hatch open, and no sign of the child within the Crest.
You briefly wonder HOW the child was able to open the hatch, but not too long before the fear that something horrible happened to him seizes your heart.
There were ponds between where you landed, and where the market you went to is located.
You are not sure, but you think you may have seen frog-like creatures the child loves scarfing down, hopping around in those ponds.
You have flashes of the child's tiny body floating face down, lifeless on its still surface.
You think as much as his crying over his red, sore, spanked bottom hurts your heart, the thought of losing him because he didn't listen to you, is a thought hurts your heart even more.
You think it takes about half an hour before the child starts to calm down.
The child is now sniffling, and he does something you can't remember seeing him do before.
The child inserts one of his fingers, his thumb you suppose, into his mouth, and your helmet's audio sensors pick up tiny sucking noises.
The child is sucking his thumb.
You suppose he's trying to comfort himself following his spanking, which makes your heart hurt again.
You are gentle as you pick up his tiny body up off of your thigh.
The child is still sucking his thumb when he looks at you with wet, dark eyes.
You continue to hold him by underneath his arms, as you clear your throat.
"All right then, kid, let's talk about WHY you got a spanking."
The child sniffles, a tear rolls down his flushed cheek.
You shift how you're holding him, so he is laying on your other arm in a way that spares his freshly spanked bottom from having any pressure on it.
You wipe away the tears on his face.
"Okay, kid, the reason I spanked you is because you disobeyed me by leaving the ship when I told you to stay put. There are things on this planet that can hurt you, and that's why I said to stay put. Do you understand?"
The child makes a warbling noise.
You're not sure if that is a yes from him, but you know he is capable of understanding you, so you will take that as a yes.
"I just don't want to see you get seriously hurt, and if you don't learn to listen to me when I tell you to do something or not to do it, you are going to get hurt someday. I don't want to see it happen, kid, so any time you disobey me, you are going to get spanked. Got it?"
When the child whimpers, you know he understands he will be punished whenever he misbehaves.
"Okay now that we've taken care of that, I think it's time for us to take off, and after that we'll have dinner then I'll give you your bath."
The child looks glum again at the word bath because he knows bedtime always follows bath time.
You can't stand to see him looking sad any longer.
You carry him up into the cockpit, and place him on his seat.
The child immediately whimpers.
Idiot, you call yourself.
You had just spanked him which means his tiny bottom was going to be too sore to sit on for awhile.
You sigh, and pick him back up to take him over to your seat.
The child would simply have to sit with you for now.
"I've got a surprise for you, kid. Actually two surprises. But first, let's leave this sinkhole!"