Discipline (Jedi Master Eeth Koth/Padawan Raven Trebeck and others)

[Livia Yoran]

OOC: This thread is based upon many years of spanking-related SW role-playing, but you need not have read any of this to understand; each story pretty much stands alone.

Jedi Master Eeth Koth is canon (he‘s a member of the Jedi High Council in the first SW prequel), the rest is not. In this thread, his second padawan, Raven Trebeck, is twenty-one years old. Eeth is known to be among the strictest masters of the Temple.

You don‘t need to know much more than that to understand our thread, but if you are interested in background information, other role-plays or fan fics about Eeth and his padawans, here are some links:

Our first-ever thread – written in May 2005 - in which Eeth takes on Raven as his padawan learner can be found here: https://animeotk.com/forum/downloads...o=file&id=2380. We will publish more of our earlier threads soon.

Our first four Eeth/Raven threads on AnimeOTK (this one is the sixth) can be found here:
https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...edi-26112.html
https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...rus-26552.html
https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...ers-27329.html
https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...edi-28063.html
https://animeotk.com/forum/showthrea...wan-28617.html

Further stories about Eeth, either as a padawan or as a master to his first and third padawans can be found here:
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/3677253/
and here:
https://www.fanfiction.net/~jaraven


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As he left the Council chamber, Jedi Master Eeth Koth pulled out his comlink. He needed to find out where his padawan was. At twenty-one years of age, Raven was not subject to constant supervision any longer, and since they frequently undertook missions, often at short notice, she had no regular Temple duties either. However, Eeth‘s council duties required his presence at the Temple more often than was common with masters who had padawans that age, and it was becoming harder to come up with meaningful activities for Raven while they were here. He was starting to think that their current schedule was not sufficient to prepare her for her knighting; and the assignment he had just accepted was not exactly helping. But right now, there was no time to explore that thought.

Having found out that Raven was currently at the commissary, shopping for groceries, he changed his route and met her at the exit where she was just steering a hovercart loaded with fruit, vegetables and a few other items into the corridor.

“Padawan,” he said. “We have just been assigned…*a task. Not a mission, exactly. More like a… teaching assignment. The good news is that it is going to take us to Borleias. I believe we never got around to exploring that planet after I fell ill during that conference, years ago.”

[Raven.]

“No, we didn’t,” she replied, inclining her head in greeting before meeting him with a quizzical look. “But what teaching assignment could possibly require us to travel to Borleias? And, please tell me it’s nothing to do with the hyperspace communications frequencies conference….” That particular conference was biannual so it was highly possible it had come around again. Of course, she would do as ordered but Force, despite the beautiful location that mission had truly tested her patience. Not only was it renowned for being mind-numbingly boring, even Eeth had alluded as much, but last time they moderated that conference a group of Neimoidian delegates from the trade federation had infected the entire delegation with a virus in the hopes of neutralising Jedi presence, and so they might seize control over the proceedings. They engineered a variant to befall Zabrak in particular resulting in a close call for Eeth. He had almost died and would have certainly if it wasn’t for Mace Windu’s “aggressive negotiations.” She closed her eyes briefly, tucked long, blond hair behind her ears and straightened as the memory of that close call came rushing back.
Borleias really was a spectacular planet, though, there was no denying that. The fourth planet in the Pyria system was full of exotic wildlife, jungles, beaches, clear skies and tranquil weather. Raven could think of far, far worse places to go, still, she was baffled as to what they were to teach there, and to whom? Her expression said as much as she started pulling items from their cart and putting them back; no point stocking up on perishable foods if they were leaving, after all.

Meanwhile….

Ten-year-old Jas Gaan was once again glaring angrily into a corner of her crèche dining hall, her now trembling arms held high above her head. She was nine minutes into a ten minute sentence for starting a fight with a girl over seating arrangements, well, the cry baby had deserved everything she got if you asked her, not that this had gone over well when she had stated as much. She wouldn’t give in, though, no way would she simper and beg for a reprieve. That would be acknowledging that the punishment was working, that she had been at fault, and worst of all, that she deserved it. Well, she did not! and she wasn’t about to give her crèche master the satisfaction, Jas would sooner pass out. It was this tenacity - or stubbornness depending on the circumstances - that the master’s had both praised and condemned.

“Times up, Jas, come here, please,” her crèche master called over the chatter from their groups table, his tone nowhere near as stern as it had been upon ordering her there.

The Zabrak girl pretended not to hear him, and in spite of her aching arms, she forced him to give the order a second time before acknowledging it. She turned, dropped her arms and casually walked to stand before him where he proceeded to lead her through the usual post punishment ritual. ‘Tell me what you did. Tell me why what you did was wrong. Apologise!’ Yada yada yada! The man needn’t have heard her flat tone to know that she wasn’t taking this seriously, but, as was typical he didn’t have the time needed to properly address this; four initiates had their hands raised and were waiting patiently for his attention. Sighing the man patted her shoulder. “Take your seat and finish your dinner,” he ordered. He had spoken to the council about Jas, she needed more help that he could provide and hoped they’d be able to come up with a solution.

[Livia Yoran]

Eeth smiled.

"No hyperspace communications," he said. "No, the council have discussed at length the case of an initiate who is in dire need of more structure and individual attention than her creche master can give her. She is extremely strong in the Force, but seriously lacks discipline. Her creche master says that she is becoming too much for him to handle, and that, in one so strong, is extremely troubling. So far, the Force has not led her to a master. The council are practically faced with the choice of sending her away or trying to get her back into line."

He palmed open the door to their quarters and steered the hovercart into the kitchen where they started to unpack it.

"The idea is to take her out of her Temple routine for a while, with someone who can provide one-on-one attention, structure and discipline. And that would be me. Well, and you, but" – he smiled at her - "your need for one-on-one attention might be a bit lower than hers by now. But of course you are coming and your training will continue. We will stay in a cabin at the edge of the jungle, not far from the beach. I daresay the setting will be pleasant enough."

He put away the last packet of flour and closed the door of the kitchen cupboard.

"We are leaving as soon as we have packed," he said. "I will go and pick up the girl from her creche then. You will get to do the piloting. Given the situation, I have decided against using a public spaceship this time."

He rested a hand on Raven's shoulder.

"Padawan, I know this is not what you need in order to prepare for your knighting," he said quietly. "Your needs had to take a backseat to my council duties far too often, and this will have to change. And it will change. I promise. Can you trust me on that?"

[Raven.]

Raven listened quietly as Eeth spoke. It would be a lie to say this task sounded appealing, it didn’t, then again her duty was to obey him. She blew out a sigh while stacking away some spices, then turned to face him. “Course I do,” she told him, resigned; Eeth knew what he was doing, besides it wouldn’t do her any good to complain about it.
She pushed their empty cart into the hallway where a droid was waiting to return it, then went to her room to prepare.

Fifteen minutes later Raven emerged from her bedroom, fully packed, bag in hand. Her hair, uniform and boots were all immaculate. At twenty-one-years-old Raven was in her prime, she was stunning to look at by human standards. She had retained her girlish features while gaining a very slight womanly curve to her small frame, her grey-green eyes sparkled with health and her posture had lost the impetuosity of youth and taken on a calmer, more sophisticated style. “I’ll get the ship ready and meet you in the hangar,” she told him, placing her pack down by her foot and waiting for permission.

[Livia Yoran]

“Thank you, padawan,” Eeth said gently. He knew that this was not the kind of assignment that she had been hoping for - and that she had a right to hope for, actually. And he was going to do whatever it took to provide her with one once this was over. But right now, there was a troubled girl that needed help. This was Jas’ last chance; all the masters dealing with her had been very clear about the fact that she could not be allowed to go on like she had. The Order valued its children highly and the Council had agreed that Jas was worth having the best available person try to bring her around. Eeth had been considered a good choice for many reasons. He had had some success with difficult children before. He was strict, but could also be patient and even compassionate although he rarely showed it outright. He was a Zabrak, which might make it easier for Jas - who had had no close interaction with adult Zabrak so far - to interact with him. And finally, he had a female senior padawan who, the Council agreed, had taken a stellar development over the past years despite having had some distinct authority issues of her own in her youth. As such, Raven might be a good role model for Jas. Eeth had decided not to tell his padawan about that part of the Council’s reasoning, though. It might make her either conceited or feel awkward around Jas or both.

He gave his bag to Raven in order for her to take it to the ship and made his way to the creche. Jas’ creche master had been informed of the Council’s decision. Hopefully, the girl would be waiting for him although her creche master had been asked to leave it to Eeth to tell her what was going to happen.

[Raven.]

Raven smiled, then hefting Eeth’s bag over her right shoulder, she slung her own – because it was a bit lighter - over her left and made for the designated hangar. She still loved to fly, it never failed to brighten her mood and right now her mood could use a bit of brightening as this ‘mission’ didn’t exactly sound like stellar preparation for her trials…. Then again, being a Jedi was not about personal gain, she knew, this girl needed help and that was their job this time. So be it.
These thoughts and many more came and went as she made her way to the hangar. “R9, patch through my clearance for bay twelve, we’ll be taking the Nubian starship,” she said, not breaking her stride as she headed towards the chosen vessel. It was a mid-range, non-aggressive craft with basic deflector shields and was designed purely for fast, effective transportation between planets. Well, that’s exactly what was required this time, there wasn’t going to be any need for superior manoeuvrability, advanced weapon systems or the like. Still, she loaded on four guided proton missiles so that they were not completely defenceless. Moments later she had boarded and was busy performing the pre-flight checks, the R9 astromech droid chirping and whistling its input from the outside as it checked over the shell for damage.

While Raven was busy prepping their ship, Jas was sitting, arms crossed and unusually still for a girl of ten, by her crèche dorm entrance. Why she was here remained a mystery to her, and why they couldn’t just tell her was yet another! It was intriguing, though, which was quite possibly the only reason she was still sitting there when Eeth approached, not that she paid him any mind.

[Livia Yoran]

Eeth came to stand in front of Jas and gazed down on her. He could be rather imposing if he wanted to, which he usually did, and now was no exception.

"Initiate Gaan," he said, his tone of voice as precise and controlled as usual. "I am Jedi Master Eeth Koth, a member of the Jedi High Council. The reports we have received from your creche masters and teachers have been troubling to an extent that made us decide to intervene. You will continue your education outside the Temple under my supervision for a while. My padawan learner is currently preparing a ship that is going to take us to Borleias. Please pack a bag and come with me."

He saw no need to beat around the bush. Nor did he tell her that this was her last chance, short of having to leave the Temple for good. Such a warning might put more pressure on her than she could handle. Besides, this was only going to happen if Eeth failed, and Eeth never aimed for failure.

[Raven.]

Jas looked up at him, her expression deadpan. “So, this is what it’s come to, then,” she stated, and stood, arms folded casually across her chest. “Just so you know, Eeth, I don’t care what you, my crèche master, the council or whoever is whining about me now, says. There is nothing wrong with my attitude. It is only fair to warn you that if you plan forcing me into believing there is, you will fail. So, you might as well save yourself the effort, turn your ass around and walk right out again,” she stated calmly, she wasn't being disrespectful, just truthful, so many adults got those two mixed up. She paused, staring him down for a moment and providing him the chance to be smart about this and walk away. It was important to set strong foundations from the get go or people would walk all over you, she believed, which is why she now stood tall, dignified and exuded confidence.

The girl stood 145cm tall, and was sturdily built, her 40kg frame was mostly muscle. Unlike many Zabrak Jas had a full head of dark brown hair, however she’d noticed it beginning to thin out on top as her horns started growing through. It was currently pulled back into a tight knot at the base of her neck which allowed the four tiny, rounded horns to be noticed, just. The girl was proud of her horns as being mistaken for a human was an insult! She had once beaten the crap out of a boy for calling her a human, humans were an inferior species, weak of body, weak of mind, weak in the Force, and whiny, so fucking whiny! Jas was nothing like that. Much to her relief the older she got the less human she looked. Her skin was lighter than Eeth’s, but was progressively darkening with age. Her face, although still youthfully heart shaped, had an angular jawline ending in a small pointy chin. Her eyes were large, dark and currently boring holes into the tall Zabrak man standing before her.

[Livia Yoran]

Eeth could easily see why this girl was more than a creche master with a bunch of children to look after might be able to handle. He was certainly not going to allow her to provoke him, though, nor was he going to allow her to talk to him in that tone.
Fortunately for Jas, who urgently needed to be taken down a peg, he still carried a paddle around in his belt although he could not even remember when he had last had to use it on Raven, it had been so long ago. He calmly and firmly took Jas’ ear in a vice-like grip, sat down on the chair and used his hold on her ear to fling her across his lap. Releasing her ear, he securely held her around the waist with his left arm and used his right to pull her pants down; conveniently, standard initiates’ uniforms came with an elastic. He left her underpants up, for now; they were not going to make much of a difference. A second later, his paddle came crashing down.

Being a Zabrak himself, Eeth knew all about their high tolerance for pain and he adjusted the force of his swats accordingly, meaning that he put nearly his full weight and strength behind them which he would never have done for a ten-year-old human. Just like his second padawan, his first had been human and his master had warned him at the time not to apply Zabrak standards when punishing him. Eeth had heeded that warning; despite having been extremely strict, the harshness of his punishments had been adapted to what a human could take without suffering lasting damage. Now, he was dealing with a Zabrak, and one who obviously prided herself on being tough, and he took that into account.

He dealt out three swats that rang off the wall and then said, perfectly calmly: “Let me make a few things clear. First, we are not on first-name terms. It is Master Eeth to you, or Master Koth if you feel like being respectful.”

Three further scorching swats underlined that message.

[Raven.]

Jas did not appreciate being taken off guard at the best of times, she was strong in the Force and relied on it to warn her of danger. This time it had not and her ear had paid the price. It burned yet she would not give him the satisfaction of showing it, nor did she carry on like her peers, all the begging, pleading and screaming, it was entirely undignified. She hung limp and silent across his knee giving the impression that, if anything, this was boring her. Having been bought to the temple a few months before her third birthday Jas knew that there were only two reasons she was ever put in this position, and given they were not at the healers it wasn’t hard to guess what he planned to do. Why was the big question, though, what had she done? Oh well, as far as she was concerned she rarely deserved the punishments she received and this would just be another on the list. He could go right ahead and ware himself out, and her body language said as much.

Unfortunately for the initiate she had never been in the care of another Zabrak before, all her crèche masters had been either sea dwelling species or human, in fact this was the first time she had seen an adult male Zabrak up close. Her eyes widened in disbelief at that first smack. For a start she actually felt it, and it had actually hurt! The next couple were no less spectacular and her teeth clamped shut over her lip least any sounds of discomfort accidentally escape. It had smarted but Jas did not move, she remained where he had put her even as he stopped and started talking. Well, at least she knew what for now, although thought spanking her over that was entirely overkill. Jas fully expected him to set her back on her feet, then waggle his finger and blah blah blah. So when the paddled landed again it was the second time this man had taken her off guard. She grit her teeth, forcing her body to remain still. It was difficult to do because he really was smacking her hard, but she managed.