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 his 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!
You notice the child's disappearance right after you've got the Crest on its way to Trask.
You look around the flight deck for him and see only your passenger, the Frog Lady.
You start to ask her if she's seen the child but you know there is no point since neither of you or her have any languages in common that you both understand.
You tell her that you need to go below to check something anyway when you sense her watching you.
Maybe she does understand Basic but just cannot speak it.
You put it out of your mind, and climb down the ladder in search of the child.
You see him the second your feet hit the deck.
The child is across the cargo hold.
The child had opened the Frog Lady's container of eggs.
You start to ask the child what he is doing, and then you see him stuff one of the eggs into his mouth.
You fly across the hold, and grab him up.
"No, no, that is not food!"
You slam the lid shut.
"Don't do that again."
The child coos at you.
You know that coo.
"I mean it. Do not do that again... or there will be a consequence you don't like. You know what I'm talking about."
The child's eyes widening confirm to you he does know what you're talking about.
"Okay, let's go take a nap."
You put him in his hammock, and lay yourself down on the bunk.
You don't know how much later it is, but you hope some time has passed before you heard the proximity alarms blaring.
You hurry out of the sleeping cubbyhole, completely forgetting about the child, so you can to get the flight deck as soon as possible.
Two X-Wing fighters are outside.
Great.
They talk to you for not having a transponder.
You can tell they don't like your answers, and then it did not help they might have heard Frog Lady.
"Carson, switch to Channel 2 please."
You know there is about to be trouble, but you still try to play it cool.
It turns out that playing it cool still did not prevent you or your ship or your passenger or the child from being forcibly crash landed on a kriffing chunk of ice.
You decide to go check on the child once you're down because you remember leaving the sleeping cubby door open.
You hope the child is okay after the crazy flying you were forced to do back there.
You tell Frog Lady to stay put while you check on things, and you head below to check on the child.
You are not surprised to find things are a mess down below.
You go over to the cubby hole, and see the child's hammock is empty.
You feel your heart flop with the fear he got tossed during the aerial manuvers but then you tell yourself to calm down.
You know if he were hurt, you would hear him crying right now.
The child must be fine since you don't even hear a sniffling.
You turn to start looking around.
When you see a blanket covering an area, you decide to look under there.
The realization the Frog Lady's vat of eggs is also missing makes your stomach churn again.
The eggs are missing as the same time as the child!
You hurry over to the area, and you lift up the blanket.
The child literally shoves another egg into his mouth at the exact same moment you lay eyes on him.
The child stares up at at you, his eyes going wide.
He might be a youngling, but he knows what will happen when you have caught him in the act of deliberate disobedience.
You grab him up, and laying him tummy down over your arm, you give his diapered bottom a swat.
The child squeaks.
"I told you NOT to do that again."
You know the situation is not ideal, but the child has disobeyed you, so he needs immediate correction.
You carry him into the sleeping cubby hole, and close the hatch.
You turn on the rigged light so you can see him.
You sit down on the bunk, and hold the squirming child out in front of you.
The child's eyes are wide, and wet.
The child knows he is about to be punished for his disobedience .
The child's bottom lip is trembling as he cocks his tiny head at you.
Without another word, you begin to prepare the child for his punishment by laying him face down on your lap.
Once he's down, you push up the back of his tiny robe out of the way.
The child starts wiggling to get out of your grasp.
The child doesn't want a spanking, you know this.
You don't want to give him one either.
You however can't let his disobedience pass by without punishment either.
You unlatch his tiny diaper, and pull it down out of the way.
"I told you to leave the eggs ALONE, kid, and you didn't do as I said!"
You bring your hand down on his tiny bottom.
"I told you would get a spanking if you messed with the eggs again."
You land another swat.
"You disobeyed me twice, kid, so now you are getting a good spanking."
You land another couple of swats, and already the child is sobbing.
You don't want to drag this spanking on any longer than necessary since you don't know how much longer you'll have privacy with the child.
You bring your hand down in a steady beat of swats on his tiny bottom, and it does not take long for the child's cheeks to turn red.
The child wails, kicking his tiny legs with each smack to his tiny bottom, and he even tries to shield his bottom at one point.
You simply move his hands out of the way, holding them by his sides and continue on spanking him.
When you are finally satisfied he's had enough, you cease in bringing down your hand.
The child is bawling, hiccuping as his tiny diaper is latched up.
You will have to find his tiny underpants in a moment as the child kicked them off during the course of his spanking.
You pick the child up off of your thigh, and cradle him in your arm to keep pressure off of his freshly spanked bottom.
The child's face is screwed up as he continues crying, and tears are dripping down his face.
You let him cry for only another moment or two, but you can't afford any longer than this short amount of time.
You know your passenger is going to come looking for you soon, and you don't want to have to explain why the child is crying to her. You also don't want to have to explain the reason why the child is getting punished because he keeps stealing and eating her precious eggs.
When the child's crying finally reduces to sniffles, you adjust him in your arms, you explain to him why he got spanked.
"Okay kid, the reason you got a spanking is because I told you not to mess with the passenger's eggs. You not only messed with them but then you ate more after I said to leave them alone, and that's why you got a spanking. Now I know you're probably hungry, but we have food for you. The eggs are not food and you are not to touch them again. In fact, I want you to stay away from them. Do you understand me? Because if you don't, you will get another spanking. Do you understand me?"
The child gives you a sorrowful coo, along with a forlorn look.
"I mean it, kid, you stay away from those eggs! Now, let's get your underpants back on, so we can see what we need to do about getting off this freezing rock!"