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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 5: Ladies Obey

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: I read the reviews, so will make some changes in line with some very good points made:
1. I will now just use the word Ranko, and the female pronoun. Ranma still thinks of himself as a male, mostly, but I'll do this to make it easier to read.
2. I am not sure where Nodoka would sit on “Who should Ranko marry”, but considering Ranma would also be having a hard time getting to grips with things, it will be best to have her promote abstinence for the time being.
3. Thank you Righteous Samurai for reminding me that Ranma technically goes to school. I forgot (it's been a while since I watched Ranma last, and let's face it, he rarely spends actual time there).
“Today,” Nodoka declared, “I am going to start teaching you the arts of flower arranging.”

Ranko had a brief flashback to a “flower arranging” incident on Togyenko Island, and gulped, but was sure it wouldn't be that bad. It couldn't be, what with her mother wanting to make her actually ladylike, rather than have her fight plants for entertainment.

“We will start simple, but you will gradually learn to blend your creativity with the traditional aspects, and how to make a display that is pleasing to the eye, as well as one that says something about you. There are many intricacies to the art, but as I said, we'll start simple. We'll take time to cover this at least once per weekend.”

“Speaking of weekends... we really should do something about school. I mean, they probably wouldn't miss me, leaving for a week, but it's been a week and a half already, so they might be asking questions...”

“You needn't worry, I already took care of that. I have informed them that you have moved, and as such are withdrawing. I felt it best you not return there for now – everyone would still think of you as a boy, there are so many suitors there for... inappropriate relationships, a young lady who might want yo murder you now that you are a girl, the complicated situation with Akane... not to mention, the fact that it is a violent school that encourages very unladylike behaviour. It would go a great way to explaining why Akane lacks the more delicate skills, choosing violence instead.

No, instead, I have registered you at a private school – an all-girls school that specialises in developing pure young ladies, sparkling examples to the world. I think you will find the fresh start there to be most beneficial.”

“That... sounds expensive.” Ranko replied, blinking. She was a little overwhelmed.

“You needn't worry, Ranko. This house is fairly modest and spartan by choice, not necessity. Likewise I choose to shop for simple foods, because I consider them to be the most healthy. Through a frugal lifestyle I have saved up a lot of money your father hasn't been here to waste, so I can afford to put you through a superior education.”

“Wow... thank you, mum, that's really thoughtful of you! I'll even make sure to attend all my classes this time!”

Nodoka's face twitched slightly.

“Yes, I do know of your previous attendance record. Needless to say, if I do hear of you cutting classes, you will be standing for the remaining ones, what with not being able to sit down.

Now,” she said, changing the topic with a smile, “to flower arrangement. Let's start by getting the supplies...”

Ranko quickly discovered that, although she might be the best at anything with “Martial Arts” added to the name, if it didn't have that tag, then some things she wasn't so great at. This was one of them. She had no innate flair for it, no in-built ability, and didn't care much for it either.

“Urg, this sucks.” she said, looking at her result. If Nodoka had been the kind to use such words, she would have agreed. As it was, she cleared her throat.

“Don't speak like that. It will take some getting used to. Remember, to start with, less is more. Just start with a few simple things that go together, and well... try to form them into patterns, or blend them together so there is a consistent theme.”

Ranko sighed, grumbling a bit as she leaned forward to try again. But doing so, lifting her bottom off her heels (kneeling as she was), the moment that sound came from her mouth, a sharp slap was delivered to her kimono-wrapped rump.

“Eep!” she squealed, dropping the flower she had picked up.

“Don't complain. You need to have a calm, peaceful attitude, and not complain.”

Ranko rubbed her bottom.

“But it's just so boring, and I'm no good at it, can we just go for a walk instead, let's get-”

Another smack landed, this time on the other buttock.

“No more of that attitude. Come now, focus, and try again.”

With another sigh, Ranma knelt again and restarted her arrangement...

It was the fourth attempt. After a little over an hour, she still wasn't pleased with how it was turning out – and she had trouble opening her mouth without saying something that led to a stinging slap to her bottom. She must have suffered about fifteen of those helpful reminders, warning smacks, so far, and so was sulking. It was plain to see. She had that look in her eye, wasn't speaking at all so as to not risk saying something she would quickly regret, and was just that little bit careless when cutting stems, or jamming stalks into the mix.

“Ranko...” Nodoka warned.

“What? I didn't say or do anything.” her daughter replied, grumpily. That was a mistake. She found herself yanked to her feet, and another pair of hard slaps landed on her left bottom cheek, then a matching pair on the right one. She winced, kneeling again.

“I'm warning you. Enough sulking. If you give me any more of that petulant behaviour, you can go over my lap and have your bare bottom smacked, and it won't just be a couple.”

Gulping, Ranko nodded. She closed her eyes, cleared her mind and took a deep breath. When she exhaled, she felt a lot calmer, and so gave it another try.

I can do this...

Sadly, it seemed she couldn't. Indeed, this time the whole thing fell apart in her hands. And that was the last straw – the one that sent her over the edge, in turn being the last straw for her mother.

“Oh, this damn stupid crappy piece of crappy crap! Gah!” she shouted, throwing the whole bunch on the table.

“This is pointless, I'm no good at this shit and I never will be!”

She felt better having vented that, but only briefly. Because when she finished, she realised some of the words that had escaped her mouth.

“Ranko,” Nodoka said, slowly standing up, “what have I told you before about swearing?”

“I-I'm sorry, mother, it just slipped out. I was so frustrated and...”

“And what have I told you about letting your anger get the best of you, of shouting? And indeed, what happened last time you did either of those things, Ranko?”

“I'm sorry, I really am. Please, mother, don't...”

She knew it was no use though. Nodoka just pointed at her kimono.

“Pull that up. Right up around your waist, then bend over and place your hands flat on the table.”

Ranko didn't even try to whine or plead, she knew better than that. And so, resigning herself to fate, she did as instructed, pulling the fairly tight garment all the way up until it was completely clear of her now-bare bottom. She then turned and bent over as she was told, resting her hands on the table and sticking her bottom out.

Nodoka wasted no time beginning. She slapped Ranko's backside hard, leaving a firm hand print. Already there was a bit of a pink blush, from all those warnings and reminders – clearly not very effective. But this time, she intended to give more than just a couple. A dozen hard slaps rained down, making her bottom bounce and jiggle, and each one causing a little yelp or squeal from her errant daughter.

“Hmm, my hand is a bit sore.”

“Your hand? How do you think my a- my bottom feels?” Ranko replied, almost instantly regretting her inability to keep her mouth shut.

“So I think I'll use this.” her mother replied, picking a stem up. She cut the flower from it, as well as clipping the buds, leaves and twigs away. It was a flexible, swishy switch, one she felt would be good for the task at hand.

Silently Ranko cursed herself for her retort. She was likely to get a switching anyway, unless she possibly acted very contrite, but it was bound to be a lot worse for her attitude. The very first lash of the thin stick told her that “a lot worse” was going to be a problem: even one stroke really hurt! It created a thin welt, one not as bad as the deep weals left by the cane the other day, that had only recently fully healed. But being less painful than a cane is hardly a good thing, and it had a constant stinging, itching quality to it as well, it was maddening.

She whimpered as the next one landed, crossing right over that first one. The next landed a little higher, and the next one even higher than that. She tried not to kick out, just squirming from one foot to the other and standing on the tips of her toes.

“Ah, ow ow ow...”

The next stroke was lower down, on the under-curve of her bottom. She let out a loud “Eep!” at that, almost leaping off the ground. Another two landed, almost exactly on the same spot, before another one just a little higher, and she was practically dancing about by that stage, tears springing to the corners of her eyes.

“Stand still.” Nodoka replied firmly, and Ranko, knowing that only obeying would make it end faster, did as she was told, despite the terrible pain building up. And then one landed across the sit-spots, and she actually did leap up, grabbing her bottom.

“Right, back in position.”

“Please, no more!” Ranko sobbed, but Nodoka was unmoved. She just pointed, and so Ranko rearranged her kimono, which had slipped down a little, and bent back over.

“Actually, you wanted to grab your bottom, you may do so: hold your buttocks apart and expose your anus.”

Ranko shivered. It wasn't only the command, and what she knew that meant, it was worse. It was the way she said it, the choice of words. It somehow sounded more frightening. But she couldn't disobey, no way would she dare do so at that point. She had already dug herself a deep enough grave, so only complete obedience could save her. She winced as she gripped her stinging cheeks, feeling the tiny welts against the smooth skin, and then pulled her cheeks to the sides, displaying her little pink bottom hole.

Please not many, please not many, please not ma-OWOWOWOW!

The inner chanting was disrupted when the first one landed, whipping down her entire crack and raising a welt. It was worst over her rosebud, certainly, but it burned all down that line. Yet she still remained in position, managing to do what she couldn't do earlier against lesser pain.

Another one landed, and she shrieked, tears pouring down her cheeks. She couldn't understand, she had surely taken worse pain – worse damage, certainly – before, in fights. And yet this felt like it hurt worse than the biggest boulder to the head, or the most intense energy wave. It was harder to withstand, and she was reacting much more vocally.

The third landed down there as well, crossing over both of the other two. By this stage, her welted pucker was twitching and winking, trying to avoid the pain my clenching, finding that hurt worse, and unclenching. Ranko was shaking, trying not to break position and earn any more strokes.

“Last one, if you hold on.” Nodoka said, as though reading her mind.

And it landed right down the middle again, reigniting the other three there and leaving its own welt. Ranko shrieked again, yet still managed to remain in position, bent over with her cheeks held wide apart.

“Well... I think that shall be all. I hope you have learned your lesson this time though. Yes, you didn't try to fight, you have been less violent, but you still need to learn to obey me, there are still things you must work to improve on. Now, you can let go, and cover yourself.

“Tha-thank you mother.” Ranko managed to sob, squealing again when she let go and her buttocks closed in around her welted back door. She then straightened her kimono out, hissing as the material brushed against her bottom. But then, she momentarily forgot the pain, as Nodoka wrapped her arms around her.

“There there, it's all right. I believe in you, sweetheart, and I know you will try to please me. Let's see if we have wiped bad language away from you – any more and your spanking will be with soap in your mouth. Let's also see if we have wiped that sulking and tantrum-throwing attitude away. I know you'll be my good girl.”

Ranko just returned the hug, feeling better, safer, now that she was wrapped in her mother's embrace. The very woman who had delivered so much pain to her, was still there for her, still cared, and still loved her.

Deep inside, a little part of Ranma was consumed by Ranko.

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter six: A Lady at School, where Ranko discovers just what school she has been enrolled in. Can she avoid trouble if she's out of her mother's sight? I doubt it! Keep reading to find out, and if you have an idea, remember, I read the suggestions in your reviews~
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