The Spanking

“Now now, you’re being punished remember.” Bo Katan said.

One moment her hand was against Ahsoka’s buttock, then it was gone. The former Jedi heard the limb moving through the air for a second before…

SMACK…

“One!”

Ashoka gritted her teeth and felt her flesh jiggle from the impact. Bo was a warrior and she wasn’t being gentle.

SMACK

“Two.”

Ahsoka breathed deeply as her flesh jiggled again from a precision strike to the exact same spot.

SMACK

“Three.”

This time she smacked lower so Ahsoka felt her buttock rise and fall with the blow.

SMACK

“Four.”

Ahsoka closed her eyes and focused through the pain.

SMACK

“Four.”

Ahsoka stared blankly as she realised something wasn’t right.

SMACK

“Four.”

There was laughter among the crowd which Ahsoka didn’t hear, obsessed instead by the heat spreading across her rear end.

“There’s no justice dealt unless justice is heard.” Bo whispered below the roar of the crowd.

SMACK

“Four?”

A muffled screech finally escaped Ahsoka’s lips and she could sense Bo was happy.

SMACK

“Five”

Each hand print on her cheek left a tingle which was now spreading and it was all Ahsoka could now think about.

SMACK

“Six.”

The right buttock this time. Ashoka hadn’t expected it and another yelp escaped.

SMACK

“Seven”

A swiping spank across both cheeks this time that got another screech from the spanked. Ahsoka tried not to think about how her connection with the **** made her so much more aware of how her bum moved with each strike, rising, falling and jiggling.

SMACK

“Ten.”

Ahsoka was tuning in and out of the noise around her, staring ahead, feeling the heat of her arse and the regular spanks.

SMACK

“Fifteen.”

She had lost track of everything. Ahsoka noticed her mouth was open. How many screams had escaped she wondered? How many moans?

SMACK

“Eighteen.”

It went on. Ahsoka was one with the ****, and she was one with the jiggles.

SMACK SMACK

“Twenty-One!”

Each buttock.

SMACK SMACK

“Twenty-two!”

Each buttock again.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Two on each cheek and one final swipe across the pair for good measure.

“Twenty Three for Mandalorian Justice!”

Ahsoka numbly registered the vault clicking and her body falling out. She moaned in protest as she was picked up and carried away, cradled by her spanker, moaning because her sore backside didn’t want to be touched. Bo ignored her protests and carried her out the room.

“Your punishment is over. Your ship is repaired. When you’re ready you can leave.”

Bo brought her to a chamber and placed Ahsoka face down on a bed. Even though the restraints of the vault had been acceptable, they were nothing compared to the softness of blankets and pillows. Ahsoka rubbed her body against the bed to appreciate the comfort and Bo quietly began to apply healing oils to the buttocks she’d been punishing minutes before. The rhythmic massaging motions and the soft bed soon sent Ahsoka to a restful slumber.

Ahsoka briefly awoke a while later in the arms of Bo-Katan, her helmet off so she could finally see a kind face. Bo held her in a comforting embrace with one hand placed against Ahsoka’s rear, still massaging the afflicted area. Ahsoka allowed herself to fall back asleep, finally feeling safe.