The Build Up…

Ahsoka awoke from a troubled sleep still tired. A crowd was already gathering and murmuring in anticipation of what was to come.

The former Jedi had lost track of time and the will to escape. It had became very apparent the simplest way out of this was to accept her fate and face the ordeal head on. Or more appropriately face it arse on.

She was restrained in a glass prison, held standing with her arms to her side and her legs slightly apart. Before she’d thought about how her legs were held just enough apart to leave her vagina exposed. Now she thought about how it left her buttocks a perfect target for Bo Katan.

Ahsoka’s thoughts were interrupted as she felt the fully assembled crowd go silent and begin to part. Stepping through the audience Bo Katan was in full Mandalorian armour including helmet. There was no friendly face visible for what was about to happen.

“A thousand years ago.” The Leader of the Mandalorians began. “Our people, the Warriors of Mandalore found themselves at odds with the Jedi Order, mysterious cultists with unnatural powers. In the war that ensued many heroes died fighting for our planet, a war that ended with the very surface of Mandalore scourged so that life was impossible.”

As Bo spoke Ahsoka became aware that she was moving. The Vault gently hummed as it advanced forward towards the speaker. At the same time the prison began to dip forward and Ahsoka’s vision moved away from the crowd and to the stone floor beneath her.

“In the present era the Jedi have made efforts to make peace with the Mandalorians, to move away from our troubled pasts. But they did so with words, simple gestures with no weight behind them. Nothing they did made amends for the pain we suffered. Until today.”

Ahsoka and the Vault had completed its 90 degree dip and she was now hovering a few feet face-first perpendicular above the ground. When she heard a hiss in the device she quickly deduced a panel had opened in the glass casing, but nowhere she could see. When a cool breeze gently made contact with her posterior she realised the opening was to prepare her for the spanking.

“For the first time this Jedi has volunteered for punishment for her people’s crimes. And with this punishment a new friendship can truly begin. It is said in legend that for 23 rotations after the final battle of the Madalorian Jedi War the body of the great Mythosaur burned upon the sacred plains, symbolic of the size of our defeat. And this symbol has determined the Jedi’s punishment. For the 23 rotations our sigil burned, 23 smacks will be delivered to her buttocks!”

The crowd roared in agreement so loud that none heard Ahsoka gulp. 23 was a lot, but surely manageable. As she thought about the punishment, her restraints slowly moved and **** her body to move too, quietly raising up her waist and pushing her head down at the same time. The cold breeze against her rear increased and she became aware it was now poking up out of the panel in the back of the Vault. The crowd roared harder. Head down and arse up she was in prime position.

“Her gag will be removed so her pain can be heard and so justice can be heard also.”

Ahsoka gasped instinctively as the dark warm grip of her muzzle slid away. For a moment she considered trying to talk her way out. But the way Bo Katan was speaking to the crowd she knew this wasn’t going to happen.

The noise of the audience and her face pointing to the ground had made it hard for Ahsoka to know precisely what was happening until she felt a hand spread across her left cheek. It stayed there a few seconds, flexing, feeling it out. Bo moved it gently left and right, fully in control of Ahsoka’s body.

“Just the right size, it’s like you’re destined for this.” Bo Katan reflected.

“I’m so honourAAAH.” Ahsoka’s sarcasm was cut off with a quick pinch.

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

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