darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-09-13 22:31:00 |
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Original poster: bant
Title: The Paddle
Author: ?
Rating: G although author rates it PG-13
Pairing:Q/O - not slash
Corporal punishment
Summary: Obi-Wan makes a paddle.
Author's e-mail:coog@bellatlantic.net (The author has taken her name off the website but the story the story is still there.)
Link to story: http://www.geocities.com/jedi_disciplin
I like this story because it's realistic, could be canonical, and Obi-Wan is so ernest. The characterization is right on and I have no doubt that this could happen. There is no connation of sex here and that can be refreshing. I like Qui-Gon in teacher mode. It's a sweet story with a lesson. As simple as this story is, it has stuck with me over the years.
"I want you to make a paddle."
Obi-Wan's mouth fell open and he thought that his eyes must surely be bugging out of his head. Certainly, he misunderstood. "Master?" Did his voice just squeak? "You want me to make what?"
"A paddle, Obi-Wan. I'm sure you're familiar with the implement," Qui-Gon said mildly while he rummaged through the box of scrap materials in the crafts shop supply room. Finding a piece of wood that apparently met his requirements, his master held it out to him. "This should do nicely."
Obi-Wan could only blink as he shifted his gaze between his master and the plank of wood. Qui-Gon's tone of voice was as casual as if he were selecting new tunics from the quartermaster. When Obi-Wan made no move to take it from him, Qui-Gon held it up for his own closer inspection. "Yes, quite nicely. You'll want to sand it down to a very smooth finish, of course. You should make it about so long with the handle taking up a third of that." Qui-Gon held his hands out to indicate the length, shifting them again to indicate the width.
Obi-Wan gulped as his master offered the board to him again. He took it hesitantly, apprehensively noting the thickness and weight of the board. He could only imagine what *that* was going to feel like.
Still disbelieving, Obi-Wan tore his gaze away from the board and met his master's eyes. Wasn't this the man who just two months ago told him that he didn't believe that corporal punishment was an effective disciplinary method? He'd certainly been relieved at the time, even though the cycle of restricted privileges he had received had him almost wishing he had received a spanking instead. And, while his behavior this morning seemed to have annoyed his master, it couldn't have been anywhere near severe enough to make his patient master recant his position.
"M-master?" Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, then drew on the Force to center himself. After a moment, he continued with a little more hard-won calmness. "Master, exactly why do you want me to make a paddle?"
"Why, to teach you a lesson, of course, Padawan." Obi-Wan's stomach dropped even as his master guided him from the supply closet to a workbench in the craft shop. He glanced around surreptitiously to see if any of the other padawans or initiates present had heard their exchange and was grateful when it seemed that no one had. But his relief was short-lived with his master's next words.