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!
"Stop this right NOW!"
Your voice is a low growl.
You went to market with the child early in the morning on Friing to buy food, supplies, and fuel.
You have no spare credits for anything frivilous.
You told the child as much beforehand back on the Crest.
You told him the things you would be buying while you're on Friing, and only the things you would be buying were the supplies you both needed.
You made it clear that the child would not be getting any new toys or trinkets during this market trip.
You meant exactly what you said: NO TOYS.
The child seem to understand what you said, and he was in good spirits when you picked him up to leave the ship.
You carried him all the way to the market which was only a short distance away with your long strides.
The child is good by not making a sound of protest at being carried to the market.
The only sounds the child makes, in fact, are sounds of delight and wonder at all the sights and sounds before him.
You smile under your helmet at his happiness at seeing all the things he had been denied while being held prisoner for maker only knows how long.
The child is good, being quiet, as you approach the merchants to barter for, then purchase the items you need.
After you have all the food stuffs and first aide things you can carry, you decide to look into buying the child a few more diapers.
The child has been going through about five diapers a day, and you don't want to run out of them any time soon.
You approach a merchant who has a sign posted above their enclosed stand that says "We cater to young ones of all species".
The merchant is an old woman who is so advanced in age she's permanently bent over.
"How may I help you, Mandalorian?"
By now the child has convinced you to allow him to walk on his own, and you are keeping an eye on him as you answer her.
"I wish to purchase some diapers from you, if you have them."
The old woman nods. "Of course, I have them! How many do you need, Mandalorian?"
You want your supply to last you awhile.
"I want to buy as many as you can sell to me please."
"Do you know not what to know what the price will be first?"
"Yes."
"They are 100 credits for all the diapers I have in stock, which is one hundred."
One credit per diaper? You find that price to be a little too steep for something you are just going to dispose of after the child's used them one time, and you tell her that very thing.
"You are right, Mando, it is a steep price. If the price is what troubles you for a one time used diaper for your little one, perhaps you should purchase the washable cloth diapers I have available instead. You would be able to get several uses out of them before they were to wear out. You may even be able to use them up until the point you potty train your baby."
"Potty what?"
You don't hear her answer because you see the child make a straight line for the toys ANOTHER merchant is selling.
"I'll be back in a moment. Please excuse me."
You could hear her murmuring something as you stride over to where the child has picked up, and started cuddling with, a stuffed toy frog.
The child does not notice you at all as his eyes are closed, and he has a contented look on his face.
"Are you the child's... guardian, Mando?" asks the toy merchant.
You nod your head.
You know you shouldn't contradict what you told the child about not buying any toys this trip but then you heard yourself ask how the merchant much the frog is.
"Fifty credits."
Your head snap around to the Rodian.
"Fifty credits?! You have to be kriffing joking!"
The merchant shakes his head.
"No, if you wish to purchase the frog stuffie for your child, the price is fifty credits."
You turn to the child.
You try to barter with the seller.
"It can't be worth more than ten or twenty at most."
"Fifty."
"Twenty-five."
"No, I think I've told you the frog stuffie is fifty. Not a credit less. Do you wish to purchase it?"
"No, I do not."
"Then please have the kid put the toy down."
You nod, and look down at the child.
"Kid?"
The child does not hear you as he's babbling to the frog toy now.
You step closer to the child, and lean over to touch his back.
The child opens his eyes, his face all excited when he sees you.
The child holds up the toy, and babbles with excitement.
"I see. That's a nice toy, but we're not here to buy any new toys for you today. Remember?"
The child's ears droop a little, and he smashes the frog as tight as he can against him.
You sigh.
"You need to put it back now."
The child frowns, and shakes his head.
You frown in return, and tell him in a stern voice.
"Yes, put the frog back NOW."
The child locks eyes on your visor, then plops down on the ground, his lip stuck out in defiance.
'Na ah! Maaa!"
The child talks in baby babble but you know you were just told no.
You feel yourself getting frustrated with how the child is behaving.
You drop to one knee, and reach for the toy.
The child scoots back, and attempts to evade you.
The child cries. "Maaa! Maaa!" Then he hits at your hand as you finally take hold of the toy.
"Stop that! Let go."
The child shakes his head.
"Let go of the toy NOW!"
"Na uh! Maaa! Maaa! Maaa!"
The child continues to hold on as tight as he can, his usually wide eyes narrow as he continues to defy you.
The Rodian toy seller informs you. "If you tear the toy, Mando, you must buy it! All fifty credits!"
You ignore him to continue focusing on the child.
The child is in big trouble when you get back to the ship, you have already decided.
But up until now it was not so much trouble that you had decided that his punishment was going to be a spanking.
No, you think, a spanking is not a necessary punishment at this point.
You think the child sitting in the corner for some time to think about his naughty behavior here will be sufficent enough punishment for him.
You however decided different when the child not only continues defying you, but also when he decides to start slapping at your hand again. He glares at you, and the "na uh" over and over is enough to change your mind.
This is especially the case when what happens next, happens.
You have just taken the stuffie out of the child's grasp, finally, when you find yourself knocked backwards flat on your shebs.
You sit there a moment, surprised, uncertain what happened.
You know however when you look at the child.
The expression on the child's face is a mixture of surprise and worried alarm.
Both vanish from his face as the child rushes forward to pick the frog back up, and once more clutch it against his body.
The child made an inquisitive noise, as if asking if you were ok.
You don't answer him right away.
You don't get up right away either.
You don't want to deal with him at this moment in public and cause more of a scene.
No, instead you look around to see if anyone saw what the child did.
Thankfully, it appears no one saw a Mandalorian fall flat on his shebs from a supernatural push by a small, green baby.
You let out a breath of relief. and then you get up.
You approach the child again.
"Put BACK the toy NOW, and come back here."
Your tone cuts through to the child at last, and he knows you mean he is to do as you have told him.
The child stares up at you with wet eyes, but his defiance is gone.
"NOW."
The child's shoulders slump.
You watch the child return the stuffed frog from where he got it.
You pick him up once he comes back to you, and you place him in the bag at your hip.
"I want you to be quiet. You are NOT to make one sound until I say you can. Do you understand me, kid?"
The child gives you a timid nod, his ears drooped.
You close the bag but not too tightly.
You return to the merchant you were talking to before the child's interruption, and finish purchasing the child's needed diapers.
The old woman doesn't say another word about the reusable diapers, and sells you the disposable diapers for less than the price she quoted.
You do not know why and you don't ask but perhaps the sight of a Mandalorian warrior falling on his shebs was enough to win you a discount with her.
You have a few more things to buy before you return to the Razor Crest, but you eventually do return.
Thank the stars the child had obeyed you, and had not made a sound aside from the occasional involuntary grunts here or there drawn out from the sway of the bag he's in.
You are glad because it had given you time to cool off and to really consider his punishment for his tantrum at the marketplace.
At the very least, the child had earned himself time in the corner, that much is a given.
But the entire walk back you considered whether or not he also needed a good spanking in addition to the time out.
If the child had only thrown a normal tantrum, you wouldn't even be considering a spanking at this point.
Just some time sitting in the corner.
But the child had not thrown an just ordinary tantrum.
The child had used his Force powers to throw you back.
You want to let him get off with just a time out.
You really do.
But you know in the end, you can't.
The child's use of his powers in such a public forum such like the marketplace could draw the wrong attention.
The wrong attention could mean the wrong people would hear of your presence at this place, on this planet and they might come looking for you.
You don't want to really do it, but by the time you reach the ship, you know the child needs to receive a spanking for his tantrum.
You close the hatch as soon as you enter the Crest, and right away you walk over to the time out 'corner', which is made up of crated placed together to form a corner.
You take the child out of the bag and turn him around in your hands so you can look at him while you're talking.
The child has been thinking during his time in the bag because he's got an angry scowl on his face, and he immediately turns his head away from you the second he's is facing you.
"Look at me."
The child continues to look away from you.
You turn the child's body so he is looking at you.
The child looks away again.
You turn him again.
"Ba ma bew too!" The child shouts at you.
The child is most definitely still angry at you for denying him the toy frog.
You are not exactly happy with him either after his public tantrum but you're also displeased from the way he is acting now.
You place him down in the corner, facing the crates.
The child scoots around on his bottom, turning around to face you.
You turn him back around.
"Stay."
The child turns around again. "Ba ma bew too pada!"
You can feel yourself starting to get angry at his display of defiance.
You know that this time out is needed right now for you both because when you spank him, you don't want to still be angry with him.
You turn him around once more.
"You will sit here facing the corner until I come back to get you."
The child cranes his head to look up at you.
"I mean it. Sit there and think about how naughty you were at the market today."
The child turns around again.
You turn him back.
The child huffs.
You stop him from turning around again by placing your hand on his tiny shoulder.
"No, you STAY there and face the wall for ten minutes like I told you to do."
"Maaaaah!"
"Stop that!"
"Mah mah mah!"
You know your temper goes up up knotch so you shouldn't do what you do, but you don't stop yourself from pulling the child up off of the floor by one of his tiny arms so you can give his tiny bottom two swats.
The child starts to cry as you sit him back down.
"Now you SIT there, and keep your FACE to the wall!"
The child continues to cry but he doesn't turn around again.
You watch him another half minute then you sit down on a nearby crate.
The child continues with the waterworks, but you're quite certain the two smacks to his bottom didn't really hurt him. They could not have, not with all the padding between your hand, and his tiny bottom.
You start counting the time in your head and take breaths to calm your flare of temper down too.
You want to be calm when you carry out the second part of his punishment because you really don't want to injure him when you spank him.
The child's crying tapers down to whimpers by the time the ten minutes are up.
You see his tiny shoulders are slumped, and his ears are so drooped they are almost pointing at the floor.
Perhaps the child is sorry for his behavior at the market?
You have no way of talking to him, and you wish you did.
You wish you could have a conversation with him and get answers back from him.
But the child is either still too young, or incapable of talking to you the way you talk to him.
So you will do the best you can do when it comes to caring for him, and handing out discipline to him.
You sigh, pick him up, and return to your seat.
The child looks at you this time, his face already wet from the tears he's cried.
You resist the impulse to wipe his face off.
You know he is only going to be crying again in a moment, so there is little use of cleaning his face now.
You swallow, and steel yourself.
"Okay kid, you were very naughty in the marketplace today. Before we left I said we would not be buying you any new toys. You have enough toys for right now."
It is true. The child currently has in his possession both a stuffie bantha and that of an Akk dog.
The stuffed frog, no matter the child's affinity for them, is not needed as an addition to his other two stuffies.
"But what did you do? You picked up the frog stuffie, and then you disobeyed me when I told you to put it back. But that isn't the reason you are getting a spanking."
The child's eyes go wide, and he immediately starts trying to get off of your knee.
Your hold is firm on him so he is not going anywhere.
"You are getting a spanking because of the tantrum you threw when I told you to put the frog back, and how you used your powers to throw me back."
The child is pushing against your hands now, and grunting from his efforts to try to get free.
You decide you will continue with what you're saying after you have the child in position to receive his punishment.
You lay the child tummy down on your thigh.
You hold him down with one hand, and use your other hand to move his robe out of the way.
The child's underpants are pulled down next.
The child starts kicking his legs.
"Using your powers to throw me back was not only wrong, kid, but it was dangerous. You could have made the bad people notice that we were here."
You unlatch the diaper he is wearing, move it out of the way to expose his tiny bottom, and raise your hand.
"You're getting a spanking because you did something that was naughty and dangerous."
You bring your hand down on the child's tiny bottom.
The child whimpers as the sound of your hand meeting his tiny bottom echoes around the room.
You land another three swats.
The child starts crying.
You decide not to talk anymore, and just focus on getting this spanking over with.
The child needs to have a very red bottom in payment for his naughtiness at the market.
For the next two minutes you continue to swat the child's tiny bottom.
The child wails.
The child kicks.
The child tries to end his spanking by shielding his tiny bottom, which does not work of course, since you only need to move his hands to his sides where they're pinned.
Tears flow from the child's eyes and snot runs down from his nose.
You do not stop spanking his tiny bottom until you're satisfied with the shade of red on the tiny cheeks.
You stop spanking the moment you see his tiny bottom is a universal red.
The child is sobbing his heart out while you latch his tiny diaper back into place.
You pull up his tiny underpants, and pull down the back of his robe.
You release his tiny hands.
The child does not waste any time in placing his tiny thumb into his mouth.
You think that perhaps you should get him one of those dummy things for him to suck on.
Your heart hurts when the child curls into a tight ball on your thigh, whimpering, as he continues to cry over his amply spanked bottom.
You lightly touch his tiny, heaving back to judge his reaction to you trying to offer him some comfort post spanking.
The child does nothing other than continuing to cry, and suck on his thumb.
You start rubbing his back.
You wait for him to calm down from his spanking, which takes some time since you spanked him so very thoroughly.
You eventually hear the child's loud crying reduce to sniffles, then before you can talk to him, you hear his familiar deep breaths of sleep.
You sigh, and pick him up from your thigh.
You feel the child snuggle up close to you right away.
You are surprised that the child would do that even in his sleep, since you had just finished spanking him only a few minutes ago.
You think perhaps the child has already forgiven you for spanking him.