Padawan Discipline

Padawan Discipline

These events take place between episode 1 and episode 2.
All Star Wars characters are copyright to George Lucas.


Obi-Wan Kenobi was meditating in the small chamber he had grown to call home; his thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash outside in the hall. He stood up from his seated position and stretched his legs. He pressed on the panel and the door slid up.
His padawan sat on the ground rubbing his forehead. When Obi-Wan had promised Qui-Gon to take Anakin as his padawan, he hadn’t thought it would be so exhausting. The nineteen year old had proven to be rambunctious even in his late teens.
Obi-Wan looked down at the boy, “What exactly happened here?” He said fearing the response from his pupil.
“Well,” Anakin avoided his master’s stare, “I was practicing my control of the force, when R2 bumped into me and messed up my concentration.” The droid made some beeping noises, apparently apologetic for his intrusion.
“Hmm, I see.” Obi-Wan remembered his own youth and his desire to be in command of the force. This also brought memories of Qui-Gon and his means of disciplining the young padawan.
Obi-Wan was extremely ticklish, especially on the soles of his feet and Qui-Gon would frequently take advantage of this weakness by using the force to tickle young Obi-Wan. He had felt so helpless because he was unable to retaliate and Qui-Gon was a master of the force and was able to attack multiple places at once.
This made Obi-Wan wonder if Anakin was ticklish also; he had a great idea for Anakin’s punishment. “Well, I guess since it was a minor offense, you shall receive a minimal punishment...six hours in isolation.”
“SIX HOURS!?!?” Anakin stood with his mouth open, unable to believe his master had said that. Obi-Wan merely nodded and ushered the boy into the isolation room. Anakin removed his outer tunic ands his boots as he prepared to lie down on the single bed within the room. As Obi-Wan began to set up the restraints, Anakin wiggled his bare toes as a cool breeze flew over them. Anakin would be unable to move while in isolation, this would allow him to focus his thoughts on unity with the force.
Obi-Wan asked if Anakin was comfortable and hearing only a small grunt, he figured his padawan was secure. He stepped outside the door and the panel slid the door down again.
The ingenious design of the isolation chamber was that no sound could enter into the room, but every sound that was made within the room could be heard outside of it; that way Masters could decide if their padawans had truly meditated on their errors. This was perfect for Obi-Wan’s plans.
He sat down outside the chamber and began to focus on the force; soon he began to feel everything in the isolation chamber, including his young padawan. He focus his attention and used the force to lightly stroke Anakin’s stomach.
The young padawan began to giggle, “Hey, heh, what’s going on?” Before he could say anything else, he felt his sides being tickled and he began to laugh harder. “Hey, hahahah, Stoahahp it. Hahahaha!” Anakin continued to laugh as Obi-Wan explored the padawan’s sensitive sides.
Anakin couldn’t understand what was happening; never before had the isolation chamber tickled him. He was unable to think clearly as the tickling feeling traveled up to his armpits and he was no longer capable of controlling his laughter. “Hahahahahaha, whahahahahat is hahahahappaahahening hahahahaha?”
Obi-Wan enjoyed his padawan’s laughing and continued to probe his ticklish body. Soon the isolation chamber was filled with Anakin’s screaming laughter; Obi-Wan had been able to divide his focus and he was now tickling Anakin’s underarms and ribs at the same time.
The young padawan was unable to escape the tickling sensations and the restraints prevented him from moving to an area for relief. All Anakin could do was laugh, and he did. “HAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHA,” his laughter seemed to bounce off the walls and fill his head with constant noise.
Suddenly, he noticed that the tickling began to subside and that he was no longer feeling the sensations. His laughter settled and he spoke aloud, “Haha, who is tickling me haha?”
Obi-Wan had decided to give Anakin a little time to catch his breath before he moved onto his feet. However, upon hearing Anakin speak he once again began to torture the adolescent Jedi.
Anakin felt the tingling on his feet and began to chuckle; his feet were his weak spot and he knew he would not be to handle too much of this. There had been one time on Coruscant, when he was fifteen, he had crashed his pod racer and was stuck with his feet protruding from the wreckage.
A Morseerian had seen his predicament and come to help him, or so Anakin thought. The creature removed the boy’s boots and proceeded to tickle his feet with all four of his arms. Anakin was hysterical and the Morseerian loved torturing the young teen. If Anakin had not freed himself with the force...he shuddered to think of how long he would have been tickled.
Soon Anakin was once again in hysterics as Obi-Wan examined every inch of his foot, not letting any area go untouched. “STAHAHAHAOP! I CAHAHAN’T TAAHAHAKE HAHAHAHA ANY MAHAHAHRE!” Anakin was pleading with his torturer to stop the torment. But it seemed the more he begged, the more intense the tickling became. After twenty minutes of this torture, Anakin passed out from exhaustion.
When he awoke he was in his room, dressed in his outer tunic and his boots had been placed back on his feet. Perhaps, it had all been a dream. Anakin thought to himself. Suddenly, he felt a slight tingle on his right foot and all thoughts of it being a dream disappeared as Anakin’s laughter filled the room.
The End.