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Raising Ranma	By : SisterAcacia Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 27456 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the characters from it – Rumiko Takahashi does, along with various publishers. This falls under Fair Use. I make no money off this, (see full Disclaimer in fic)

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Raising Ranko 3: Ladies Are Peaceful

By Koumei

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or the characters from it – Rumiko Takahashi does, along with various publishers. This falls under Fair Use. I make no money off this, and if you find yourself paying to read this, you have been cheated.

Also, this contains sexual content (the spanking of a fictional minor of age 16-17), and you probably know that. Do not proceed if you are under legal age to do so.

Note: when Ranma is the active subject of a sentence or it is written from his perspective, I will use the name Ranma and the masculine pronouns. When Ranma is the passive subject of a sentence or it is from Nodoka's perspective, I will use the name Ranko and the feminine pronouns.

For the rest of the shopping trip, Ranma behaved – it wasn't just the painful and public spanking he had received at the hands of his mother, no. By wearing girl's clothes, he felt more submissive and timid. It was ridiculous – he had worn dresses and the like before, and been just as aggressive as ever. Likewise actual girls he knew didn't seem to be constrained by their clothes. And yet there he was, sedated by the garb as though it defined him.

And so the morning went by quite peacefully. He simmered, still shocked and humiliated, angry at his mother, but he had learned, he wasn't going to speak out in public. Besides... that wouldn't be proper.

Wait. Not proper? Did I just think that? Oh no, I have got to find a cure for this before she really does turn me into a lady.

He gulped, but just followed along behind his mother, looking at the ground as she went about buying vegetables in the market for dinner that night. Likewise, he carried them for her, despite her pointing out that he didn't need to.

Only when they got home could he really vent his frustrations, but even then it took some time.

“We're home now, mother, no-one else is here... so can I please change into my normal clothes?”

“Of course not, Ranko. These are your normal clothes now. Those other manly clothes were torn, and I think I'll burn your other ones. It's time you start really living as my daughter. Now, can you please chop the vegetables for me?”

Fuming, Ranma did as he was told – for the time being. But this time, it was less an impressive display of skill chopping a salad in the air like he had when competing against Akane, instead, he just let fly with the knife, hacking at carrots and spring onions to create uniformly sliced thin pieces, each time the knife digging into the chopping board, a sign of his frustration. Yet still, Nodoka didn't say anything, merely giving a warning glance.

He managed to keep himself under control though. He tried to cool off by practising his skill, throwing a cabbage into the air and spinning the blade to shred it perfectly in a circle inside the bowl. He found that he could handle it better if he still had that outlet, and his mother seemed impressed. Very soon, it was all done, the vegetables ready.

“Very good, Ranko, I remember you showing your skill before. And you remembered to wash them this time. You do have a knack for cooking, it seems. Poor Akane seemed to struggle.”

“Well... she's made small steps in improving. Small steps, but she got better nonetheless. She'll probably do better with me not there, because I won't be making her angry or distracting her.”

Nodoka just smiled.

“I'm glad she's still practising, and that you have faith in her. I really wonder, one day you might still be able to be good friends. Or she may even look past your body and choose to be with you anyway.”

“Uh... you mean you're saying you fully support Akane and me being a... well, you know... two girls? I thought it was all about offspring to continue the family line. Just saying, two girls can rub and lick as much as they want but there won't be a baby...”

He then gulped when Nodoka shot him a warning look.

“I don't want to hear that kind of talk from you. But what I want is for you to be happy, to grow comfortable with who you are. It's your father who is obsessed with the bloodline continuing, and you'll remember it's he who caused all this.”

“That's true. Well anyway, I think it will be a while before I'm ready to see Akane again, or she's ready to see me. So that's a while away. I'd rather just stay focused on what's happening now.”

“A good plan. Well... for now, I can't rush you into ladylike behaviour. I think you can work yourself gradually towards it, and even when you are a real lady, there can still be concessions. Continuing your training is probably good, even just to stay in good, healthy shape. So why don't you go into the yard and work on your skills a little?”

“Oh... okay. Thanks, mum.”

And so over the next few hours, Ranma – still clad as she was – continued training. He didn't need anyone there to help, although having a sparring partner was always better. But on his own, he could try to perfect the techniques without distractions. He didn't even realise that, with a short skirt on, every time he performed a kick it fluttered in the air and revealed his silky thighs and tight-clinging cotton panties. On that occasion, they were white, covered in little pink hearts.

Had anyone else been there they could have seen, and pointed out that not only could they see her undies, but also the outline of her crotch against the fabric, and the undercurve of her still-pink buttocks where the underwear rode up. Happosai would have had a field day, but he was miles away harrassing the Tendo family.

Things lasted well, even through dinner – several times, Nodoka chastised and corrected Ranko on her table manners and handling of the chopsticks, and each time Ranma just held his tongue and tried to do as instructed. But his temper was starting to bubble over again.

The breaking point was when he was asked to wash the dishes afterwards. It started off well, but after being rebuked on not being thorough enough a couple of times, he snapped. And so did the plate – in his anger he pulled so hard it split in half.

“Will you just shut up? Stop nagging me, you've been like this all day! It's like I can't do anything right, and you want me to be perfect right away on the first day! Look, I'm just not raised to be a girl, and I don't even know if you can change who I am, but give it a rest for now and get off my case!”

Nodoka glared, her aura flaring up briefly in an angry response.

“Ranko, I thought we had discussed that attitude. Come here right now, you need your bottom smacked again.”

“No way! You can't treat me like this, I'm not just some child, I'm nearly a legal adult!”

In his anger, he hurled the plate halves at the floor, shattering them, and got into a fighting stance, his own aura flaring up.

“So, you would attack your own mother? You would try to punch me? Is that really in you, Ranko?”

She stepped closer, and Ranma realised she had a point: even to defend himself, he couldn't bring himself to strike her. He was at her mercy, and all his display had done was dig a deeper grave.

Nodoka grabbed her around the waist with one hand, picking the wooden spoon off the counter with her other. Then, with a struggling Ranko held tight, she walked over to a wicker chair and sat , draping the flailing girl over her lap. With ease, the skirt was flipped up, revealing her cute underwear, and then the knickers were tugged all the way down to her ankles and pulled right off. And then the spoon collided with Ranko's bottom, almost completely recovered from her earlier spanking.

Almost, but not entirely. So when the wooden spoon hit, Ranma really felt the impact against his left cheek, knowing a bright red blotch was forming. He squealed, kicking and struggling even harder this time as the spoon smacked his right cheek this time.

“No more, no more, please stop!”

“Not a chance, Ranko, you have a very hard punishment coming up, something you will remember the next time you try to shout at me, argue with me, break the dishes or take on a fighting stance with me! If you even think about it again, your bottom will remind you why it's a bad idea!”

And so she got to work, speeding up in her assault on Ranko's vulnerable bottom. She delivered ten hard smacks all to one spot on a soft, bouncy cheek. It quickly went from light pink, to deeper pink, to magenta, to red, to a dark cherry red with a little purple, and she knew that would bruise. Ranko was wailing by this point, so she changed her tactic, moving the smacks out all over the naughty bottom placed over her lap.

“That spot will be sore and tender for a couple of days, perfect for a sharp slap any time you raise your voice to me I think.”

But that didn't signify the end, oh no. She kept scattering the painful smacks about, all over Ranko's burning bottom. Ranma kicked, squirmed and wailed, still trying to fight, to escape the pain in his bottom, but it was to no avail.

Just as he thought things couldn't get worse, however, things in fact did get worse. Nodoka reached over with her spare hand, placing her thumb on one of her errant daughter's buttocks, and her forefinger on the other. She then gently spread the sore, red cheeks, moving them apart to expose Ranko's pink little anus, and the back of her vulva as well. She then turned the wooden spoon in her hand so the outer curve was facing down...

And smacked it right against her pucker. She didn't even give her daughter time to squeal from pain before striking again. A pink oval formed over Ranko's rosebud, which started twitching, and then the second struck, making it even more sore. Again and again the spoon smacked against Ranko's tender bottom hole, until it was swollen and red, twitching with spasms of agony.

“So, Ranko, are you going to argue again?”

“No, no I promise!”

“Are you going to shout at me?”

“Never, never again, please...”

“And will you do as instructed?”

“Yes, I will obey you, I'm sorry, please let me go.”

“...very well.”

And so, Nodoka released Ranko, who slowly slid to her knees, burying her face into her mother's lap and bawling. Nodoka just stroked Ranko's hair, trying to help soothe her after the fierce punishment. Eventually, Ranma had recovered enough to wipe his eyes, carefully standing up. He winced with every movement though, especially noticing the pain between his cheeks.

“Okay sweetie... you might find it hurts less if you keep holding your cheeks apart. I know it's embarrassing, but your punishment is over now.”

"O-okay. Thank you for helping me, mother..."

Nodoka just smiled. It seemed to be working.

To Be Continued
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