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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 4: Ladies Don't Fight

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.

The next few days went peacefully enough – Ranma kept getting training in where he could, and managed to keep his temper for the most part. Nodoka seemed to be having some kind of effect, and was slowly – ever so slowly – turning Ranma into Ranko. It would still take a lot of work, however, but at least there was that part of Ranma that loved his mother so much that, deep down, he would do just about anything to please her.

But things couldn't last without something happening, that would just be impossible in the world of Ranma. It was a few days since the public spanking, and the encounter at home with the wooden spoon. Ranma had completely recovered, enough to have just about forgotten the whole incident, and the two were out walking through the park, to contemplate peaceful things. At least, that was the idea behind it. Ranma wandered along with his arms folded behind his head, trying not to look bored.

And then he spotted him. It was hard to miss: Ryouga. It was most likely that Ryouga was not there to challenge Ranma to another fight: he didn't know where Ranma had gone, and even if he did, the chances of him finding his way there were minimal at best. No, in fact, the eternally lost boy had just been going down the street from his own house to buy groceries... apparently via Hokkaido, judging by the milk bottles.

The reason hardly mattered, though. He saw Ranma, and Ranma saw him. The two locked gazes. It was rare for Ryouga to see Ranma and not soon wish to do him harm, but he was caught off-guard by the fact that Ranma was wearing a pale halter top, skirt and girl's sandals. He did a double-take, wondering if it wasn't just some other girl who looked like Ranma's female form.

But no, the look of recognition confirmed it. He had somehow found his arch-rival, the one who had caused all of his suffering his whole life, who had even managed to cut short the journey to find the cure for his curse – even though a small part of him enjoyed life as P-chan, for the time spent with Akane.

Ranma, for his part, quickly remembered the fight that caused the recent events: sure, he might have started it, when he tried to splash his foe with the water, but it was Ryouga who used the blast that soaked him with hot spring water, forever trapping him in female form. Only the fact that his mother was right there was enough to keep him from lashing out instantly.

“Ranma, I heard you had left the dojo. Fancy meeting you here, what are you doing?”

“Oh, Ryouga... I'm just going for a walk, getting the fresh air. Taking it easy, you know?”

“Oh I bet. You're all for taking it easy, always having a rest when others are trying to fix the trouble you have caused!”

“I caused? If you remember correctly, little piggy, you're the one who blasted the water and did this to me, you're the one who trapped me like this so that I can't have my real body back, so that Akane couldn't stand to be near me!”

“That's right, always blame someone else. Never mind that it all started with you, and you're not the only one hurt by that event. But hey, at least you aren't there to bother Akane any more, that's true. Don't you worry, I'll take good care of her, without you there to mess things up she's really taking a shine to-”

He was cut off, by Ranma's fist meeting his face. Stepping back, he winced a little, but instantly dropped what he was carrying, adopting a fighting stance. Ranma too prepared for battle, grinning. Finally, something he was looking forwards to.

“Ranma, you'll pay for that... PREPARE TO DIE!”

He charged in, fist raised, but Ranma was too quick in his female form, gracefully flipping over Ryouga, pale green knickers on display to everyone. With a gentle shove, he let Ryouga's momentum do the work for him, sending him sprawling. Ryouga turned as soon as he was on his feet, swinging hard, but again, Ranma was already behind. He turned again, just in time to see a flash of gusset and then a foot planted in his head as Ranma nailed him with a high kick.

Staggering back, the lost boy gritted his teeth. He wouldn't let his opponent make a fool out of him, no way in Hell. Ducking this time, he went to sweep Ranma's legs out, but he simply hopped above. As he did so his skirt fluttered, again showing the tight underwear, already riding up enough to show the outline of his slit. Ranma then planted a foot in his face, using him as a stepping stone to leap atop a nearby statue.

“Not so smart now, are you, little piggy? Feeling sluggish? Or can't you bring yourself to hit a girl?”

“I'll hit you all right once you stop moving! Bakusai Tenketsu!”

The statue shattered into fragments and dust, and already Ranma was sailing overhead, displaying knickers to the whole world. But Ryouga was expecting that, and charging right for where Ranma would land. He went for a body tackle, connected, but still, Ranma had the reflexes to roll with it, throwing Ryouga. The slower fighter landed on his feet, but that was enough for Ranma to really launch the offensive.

“Kachu Tenshin Amaguriken!” he shouted, fist blazing at a fast enough pace to pluck chestnuts from an open fire... or to deliver hundreds of punches to his opponent faster than Ryouga could react to try to defend. After more than ten hits, he staggered back, nearly slipping into the pond. Ranma was just getting started though, banking on his foe being angry enough for the Hiryu Shouten Ha to work. He adopted the stance...

And was then tugged back by a livid Nodoka. Ryouga blinked, not expecting that.

“And just what do you think you are doing, young lady? Fighting is something I will never allow. After the other day I thought I had made myself clear on that matter, but it is obvious stricter measures will be needed!”

“Uh, hey, what about our-” Ryouga began, but it was clear the fight was over, and he had no say in the matter. He just blinked, watching the proceedings, and filing a mental note to laugh at Ranma later for being pulled out of battle and scolded like a child.

“Mum, stop, he caused the whole thing, this is-”

“I don't care if he caused the end of the world, that is not how you are to act. That kind of violence is completely unacceptable. Now, bend over right now.”

“Huh? No way, you can't do this, not here, not now!”

However a sharp slap to the bare thigh said otherwise.

“I am warning you, young lady. If you don't do as you are told, I will hold you down and do it, and then when we get home I will also punish you again for your disobedience. This is your final chance.”

With that look of anger in Nodoka's eye, Ranma gulped, deciding it was best to do as he was told. Besides, for what it was worth, she didn't have that horrid wooden spoon with her. So he turned around and bent over at the waist, skirt riding right up to reveal his knickers, stretching against a full soft bottom.

“Oh no, you're facing this way. You hit him, so it's only appropriate he see your punishment so he knows you are paying the price. And that way, he won't seek retribution, knowing you've already been punished. Isn't that right?”

The look she shot Ryouga told him that this was someone he didn't want to argue with, that whatever she did, he would have to settle with that. However, things were looking interesting to him, so he stood and watched even as Ranma, blushing bright red, turned around on the spot. That wasn't enough though, as Nodoka grabbed her ankles and forced them several feet apart. This was even worse for Ranma. With his legs spread, once the underwear came down – and he knew it was only a matter of time – everything would be exposed.

And there it was. She grabbed Ranko's waistband in both hands, and pulled the undies right down to the knees, where the thin cotton was stretched almost to breaking point. And then, with Ranko's buttocks, anus and slightly open vulva on display... she walked off.

“Huh, what are you-?”

“Just wait there!”

There was a snapping noise, and she soon returned. Ranma turned his head to see what was happening, and gulped. Nodoka had broken a bamboo shoot, and was carefully peeling it to smooth the surface down. He was no fool, he knew exactly what that would be for, and had a feeling that it was going to hurt a lot more than her hand or spoon. And it was too late to try running, and they had already established he wouldn't fight her. He was stuck.

“Please, mother, please don't do this. Not with that, just use your hand, please!”

“Quiet. You earned something much fiercer than my hand. You will take this caning, and you will not straighten up or try to cover. In fact, so you learn some control and remember why this is happening, after each one you will thank me for helping teach you.”

Ranma let out a pathetic whine, but turned his head forwards. At least he wouldn't have to look at Ryouga and see the look on his face – eyes glued straight to the “good stuff”. He didn't even have to guess as to whether the jerk had an erection, of course he did – though that little thing did give him just that little bit of pride, that his body was so sexy, until he remembered what was going on.

CRACK!

Nodoka, had drawn the cane back up over her shoulder, turned and stepped into it, putting all her force behind the stroke. Ranma shrieked and leapt to his feet, tripping over his knickers and falling face-first on the ground. Nodoka was most displeased, pulling them off and placing them in her handbag.

“What did I just say? Get back into position, Ranko.”

Crying already, Ranma gingerly got back into position, legs spread wide and bottom thrust out. A thick purple welt was already forming across both buttocks, and he winced when the rod tapped against him again. There was a pause as Nodoka wound back, and then she slammed it again into Ranko's defenceless backside, a mere inch below the first stroke. Somehow, Ranma found the strength to hold on, to not leap up, and wailed loudly.

“Th-thank you, mother!”

“Good, that was the first one, seeing as you got it right. Now for the second...”

Not knowing how many were left, Ranma just gripped his ankles, trying to maintain some composure, but it was hard! The welts burned with intense pain, and they felt like they had swollen to the size of cigars, just sitting there as though not even part of his bottom but just lying on top of it with the heat of a branding iron.

Of course, it wasn't quite as bad. The welts were thick, yes, but they weren't that thick, nor that deep. But it didn't stop them from hurting.

CRACK!

Many people, having been caned, claim the third is always the one that breaks you. The worst of the bunch, the rest merely prolonging the pain. And that was technically the third that Ranma felt, hitting fairly low, on the undercurves of his increasingly striped cheeks. Still he managed to hold on tight, to avoid leaping to his feet again.

“Ah! Thank you mother...”

Nodoka was proud of her daughter – she was taking her first caning remarkably well. Still, she had a job to do, and so she lined up the next stroke. When she delivered it, it landed across the middle, the fullest part of Ranko's bottom, causing a ripple as well as making a livid line rise up.

Had Ranma heard the belief that the third is worst, he would have had to disagree then: that one was much worse, and he was sure they were just going to keep getting worse.

“Thank yooooou.”

He could barely moan that out.

CRACK!

That one was the worst by far. It landed across the tender sit-spots, the junction of buttock and thigh. Ranma couldn't help but leap into the air, desperately clutching both cheeks.

“Ranko! What did I say? Get back into position right now! If you break position again, I will give you an extra one in a place you might remember the spoon landing.”

Briefly turning as pale as a ghost, Ranma got back into position, gripping his ankles so tightly he was sure he would leave imprints. There was no way he wanted to feel the cane along his sensitive crack, so he just held on tight and clenched his eyes shut, gritting his teeth.

Nodoka then aimed the “fourth” stroke to land less than an inch below, this one on the backs of Ranko's thighs. Despite her ferocity, she put a little less force behind it, wanting to still sting and mark her daughter, but not make her jump and earn that extra. Ranma managed to hold on, despite the searing pain. She took a few deep breaths, wondering how many were left. Ryouga, for his part, was just staring, pupils dilated and nose bleeding heavily.

“Th-thank you mother.”

The next stroke landed higher up, properly on the buttocks again, and although it still burned with such an intense pain that Ranma knew would linger for some time, it wasn't as bad as some of the others, so he held on, somewhat shakily, with tears pouring down his face.

“Thank you mother.”

Nodoka smiled. Ranko was taking her caning very well, all considering, so she decided to leave it at a mere six – well, eight, really. She lined it up...

CRACK!

The final one landed, falling diagonally down Ranko's bottom to reignite most of the previous welts. Despite screaming like a banshee, Ranma managed to somehow hold on, not reaching back or standing up. But he remained there for some time, crying and sobbing. He could barely mumble out “Thank you mother” in the process as his tears splashed against the paving stones. But that was it. He didn't know it yet, but that was the last he was to receive.

Nodoka looked at the cane. It was a good thing it had ended there, too. The bamboo stick had split. It wasn't a proper cane, after all, nor a kendo stick. So, she snapped it in her hands and threw it aside.

“There there, Ranko. It's all over. You took your caning well, so there is no more. Once you're ready, you can apologise to that boy, then we can go home.”

It took some time for Ranma to get his strength back, but eventually, he did slowly rise. He wiped his eyes, trying not to think about the terrible throbbing pain, and slowly walked towards Ryouga. With every step, his buttocks burned as though finding new nerves that hadn't registered the pain yet. But he gradually made his way to Ryouga.

“...I'm sorry I hit you, and started that fight. That was all my fault.”

“Uh... it was nothing.” was all Ryouga could say, still at a loss for words. But that was enough. Nodoka took Ranma by the hand and led her, still sans underwear (which he wouldn't want anyway, he couldn't bear to have anything touching those welts), back home with the promise of allowing her to sit on a bag of ice to numb the pain.

Inside, a small part of Ranma had surrendered, no longer wanting to fight. Another little part of Ranma had been replaced by Ranko, and the transformation was that little bit closer to complete.

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter five: Ladies Obey, where Ranko is taught a lesson in whining and patience. Please keep the reviews coming, and include anything you'd like to see happen!
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