Ahsoka Tano stood before her master in the Jedi Temple, her head bowed and her hands clasped demurely behind her back. She knew she was in for a stern lecture after her latest misadventure on Coruscant. But instead of anger or disappointment, Anakin Skywalker's voice held a dangerous edge when he finally spoke.

"Ahsoka," he said coolly, "I am very disappointed in your behavior lately. You are a Jedi Knight now, not some impulsive youngling. It's time you learned to control yourself and respect the rules of our order."

"Yes, Master," Ahsoka replied quietly, feeling her cheeks flush with shame under his intense gaze. She knew he was right - she had been letting her emotions cloud her judgment lately, especially when it came to certain...temptations.

Anakin circled around her slowly, making her squirm beneath his scrutiny. "In order to teach you discipline and restraint," he said firmly, "I have decided that from now on, your training will involve a more...hands-on approach."

Ahsoka's eyes widened at that. She had a feeling she knew exactly what her master meant by 'hands-on', and it made her pussy throb with need just thinking about it. But she dared not voice those thoughts out loud, lest she incur his wrath.

"First lesson," Anakin continued, coming to stand directly behind her, "is learning to control your arousal when faced with sexual stimuli."

Before Ahsoka could even react, she felt her master's strong hands suddenly grasp her breasts through her robes and squeeze roughly. She gasped at the unexpected contact, her nipples hardening instantly under his palms.

"M-master!" she cried out in surprise, instinctively arching into his touch. But Anakin just chuckled darkly behind her ear, pinching and kneading her sensitive mounds without mercy.

"You see, padawan," he purred, his hot breath making her shiver, "your body is already betraying you. Your nipples are hard as diamonds, your breathing has quickened...you want this."

Ahsoka wanted to protest, to deny the shameful truth of his words. But she couldn't, not with the way he was groping her so brazenly right in front of the Council. She could feel herself getting wet, her panties dampening by the second as her arousal grew.

Anakin continued to fondle and molest her breasts until Ahsoka was panting and squirming helplessly against him. Then he abruptly released her and stepped back, leaving her feeling bereft and empty without his touch.

"This is only the beginning," he told her sternly. "You will learn control or you will suffer the consequences. Now go to your room and meditate on what I have taught you today."

Ahsoka could only nod mutely, barely able to form a coherent thought after that intense encounter. She fled from the Council chambers as fast as her legs would carry her, desperate to be alone with her thoughts...and her throbbing pussy.

The moment she was inside her quarters, Ahsoka collapsed onto her bed and immediately shoved her hand into her pants. Her fingers encountered damp curls and swollen lips, and she moaned at the contact. She began rubbing herself frantically, imagining it was Anakin's hands on her body instead of her own.

She could still feel his touch seared into her memory - the rough squeeze of his palms, the wicked twist of his fingers around her nipples. It had been so humiliating to be groped like that in front of everyone, but goddess help her, it had turned her on more than anything else ever had.

Ahsoka worked herself into a frenzy, plunging two fingers deep inside her sopping cunt as she pinched and rolled her clit between her thumb and forefinger. She fucked herself mercilessly, chasing the orgasm that was building rapidly in her core.

"Anakin," she gasped out between ragged breaths, picturing his face contorted with lust as he used her body for his pleasure. "Please...I need it..."

With a strangled cry, Ahsoka came undone, her pussy clamping down on her fingers as ecstasy crashed over her in waves. She rode out the intense climax, shuddering and moaning her master's name until she finally collapsed bonelessly onto the bed.

As she lay there panting, Ahsoka knew one thing for certain - her training had just taken a very interesting turn. And no matter how hard it would be to keep up appearances in front of the other Jedi, she was going to enjoy every depraved minute of it with her new master.