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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 6: A Lady at School

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: thanks for the thought that Ranma is probably going to spend some time searching for a cure, even against Nodoka's wishes. Because that isn't the focus of the story, it will mostly be mentioned in passing, but some mention should at least be made.

Ranko shuddered, looking up at the school that towered overhead. She recognised it: she had been there a few times before, a few times too many. Yes, it was an elite private all-girls school that would turn her into a proper lady, but only if she survived.

It was St. Bacchus.

St. Bacchus, the school with the legendary gymnastics program, the very school that one Kodachi Kuno attended. Kodachi, in love – or perhaps lust – with Ranma in his male form, and who hated Ranko – the girl, who she refused to believe was the same person – with a vengeance. Kodachi, who would use poisons and sneak attacks to get what she wanted at all costs.

I am doomed. Ranko thought, making sure not to show the fear in front of Nodoka, who turned and bowed.

“Well, I will see you when you get back. Behave yourself at school today, Ranko.”

“Don't worry, mum, I'll make you proud.” she replied, also bowing, trying as hard as ever to say the right things so as to please Nodoka. Her mother smiled, walking off back home while humming a tune. Ranko just took a deep breath, looked over her uniform – realising she should have noticed the similarity earlier – and headed through the doors.

Finding her homeroom was a piece of cake, she could have done it in her sleep – convenient, because she imagined that, waking up early each day to get there on time, she probably would be walking in her sleep. At least, if not for the fact that Kodachi could be lurking around any corner, ready to strike with a deadly attack.

It was only upon travelling several flights of stairs that she thought of something: Kodachi was in a more senior older year level. The school was huge. There was no reason for them to meet up in class, and the chances of seeing each other out of class were sufficiently small that maybe she could relax, just a little. Ranko let out a nervous chuckle, feeling only a tiny bit relieved. After all, things rarely work out as planned or hoped for.

Still, she made it to the home room, standing awkwardly by the teacher's desk while she waited for someone to arrive. Glancing at the pitcher of waterthere, she sighed, reminded of her curse. It was not that long ago that she actually did some research. Sadly, no solutions had been found, yet, but she wasn't ready to give up hope on there being a cure somewhere.

Soon, her teacher arrived, a smartly-dressed woman of perhaps forty or fifty years of age.

“Ah, you would be the new student, Saotome Ranko, yes? Well, don't slouch, stand up straight girl. And curtsey when you answer, being nervous is no excuse for poor manners.”

Gulping, Ranko did as she was told. She awkwardly curtseyed, blushing, then stood up straight.

“Yes, Ma'am. I am Saotome Ranko.”

“Well, once the others arrive I shall introduce you. You should get along here just fine, if you have a good work ethic and a desire to do well. If you're lazy, you won't find your stay here enjoyable in the slightest. So let's give this our best, yes?”

“Yes, Ma'am.” was the only reply.

Fifteen minutes later, everyone had arrived. It was a fairly large class of girls, all Ranko's age and all rather pretty. She blushed a little, wanting to impress them but remembering Nodoka's suggestion that she not get into dating while adjusting to the new life – and her threat to enforce the suggestion with the wooden spoon.

Once everyone bowed ans sat, the teacher, Noriko-sensei, introduced Ranko, pushing her forward.

“Girls, we have a new student to join your ranks, eager to learn the finer arts to success in life as a proper lady. You will treat her well and make her feel welcome. Go on, introduce yourself.”

Deciding to curtsey again to stay on the safe side, Ranko looked up at them.

Don't call yourself Ranma, don't call yourself Ranma...

“Ah... my name is Ranko Saotome, I'm pleased to meet you. I am proving a slow learner in flower arrangement, but I enjoy dance, swimming and gymnastics. I hope I can improve on my strengths and weaknesses here and meet some supportive new friends.”

There was some quiet applause, leading her to feel the rehearsed, modest, “I'm a real girl, honest!” speech was a success. She gave a sigh of relief, already feeling a little more at ease. And still no attacks by the Black Rose. Was it possible she didn't control a spy network that would already be forwarding this information to her?

She was directed to sit between two other girls, a delicate young lady with long, curly hair – Tamaki apparently – and an athletic girl rather similar to herself in build, if less busty – Suni. She smiled at both, and they smiled back, Suni instantly passing her a note as soon as Noriko-sensei had turned her back.

'Don't worry, it's not as scary as it looks. She made it sound more intimidating than it is, people are friendly here. I'll meet you at morning recess to show you around.'

Ranko smiled, feeling a lot more relieved. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all?

The only problem, therefore, was in her relief: by getting more comfortable, she quickly slipped back to her usual demeanour, slouching in her seat a little. The first class had started, and already, only ten minutes in, she was looking at the ceiling, at the students around her, and trying to peek out the nearest window.

“Ranko,” Noriko-sensei called out, “pay attention – and sit up straight.”

“Uh, sorry teach.” she replied – causing a giggle amongst the others – and straightened up. The teacher frowned, but continued her reading. Something about some ships in a port and the way the people conducted themselves. She soon lost interest, beginning to doze off.

“Ranko!” this time it was clear and louder than before, with a certain amount of anger. She gulped.

“Sorry, I guess I-”

“No, no need to explain. I understand perfectly. You doubt what you read in the student handbook. You wish to try my patience, to see how far you can push me. Well, nearly every student does so on their first day with one teacher or another, but few are quite so eager to test the system. They all learn, though.

So, young lady, up to the front.”

Ranko scratched the back of her head, looking rather sheepish, as she stood up and walked over to the front. Truth be told, she hadn't read the handbook – she just assumed it would be the same as anywhere else, after all. It was becoming obvious she really should have, even though the primary reason in her mind was still “because I would know it's Saint Bacchus and have warning of Kodachi”.

“You troublesome girl. You have been rude, not paying attention, fell asleep, took on a laconic attitude, didn't even push your chair back in when you came up front... I think ten should be a good number to convince you it's no joke.”

“Pardon, Ma'am?” Ranko asked, blinking with confusion.

“Oh yes, we meant it when we said this school uses corporal punishment. A stinging bottom is the best thing to keep a young lady in line, after all, and the humiliation of being punished in front of your peers – nearly as bad as the humiliation of being naughty in front of your peers, of earning it in the first place – also serves to improve attitudes. Now, skirt up.”

“Please, Miss, I don't need a demonstration, I will return to my seat, pay attention and behave!” she stammered, growing worried. Of course she picked possibly the only school to spank!

“Young lady, if your skirt is not right up all the way around your waist – slip too – in three seconds, I will use the strap instead of the ruler, and you wouldn't like that.”

Quietly whining, Ranko did as she was told. It was with increasing frequency that she was finding herself in that predicament, her bare bottom getting chastised rather painfully. Not quite a daily occurrence, unless she counted the many warning slaps to her covered rump, but still more than she liked the idea of.

Before the three seconds were up, she had done as instructed, the whole thing above her waist, revealing the white-and-pale-green-stripe knickers. Noriko-sensei frowned even deeper at that.

“Oh I see, you also chose to wear the wrong underwear. You really want to try the punishment out, I see. Well then, we can make it twenty for you, why not indeed?”

From the sounds behind her, it seemed the class was largely sympathetic, though there were a few giggles. She blushed as the teacher reached forward and pulled her underwear all the way down to her ankles, slapping her calves to make her step out. She was getting more used to thinking of her female body actually as her own, so having intimate places seen was becoming more embarrassing over time, not less.

“These will be going in my top drawer until the end of the day, as they are not part of the uniform. Now, onto the desk with you, come on. Climb on all fours, bottom up.”

Sighing and blushing, Ranko did as she was told. Still holding the skirt up, she just climbed up, one leg lifted at a time, knowing she was displaying herself obscenely to the class. Then, keeping her knees well apart for balance, she leaned forward, only then releasing her skirt to place her hands on the desk.

“And you choose to immodestly display yourself as well? What will people ever think of you, young lady? You have a lot of improvement to go through here, let me tell you. I think another six are in store for you, and you can spend some time contemplating why you should be ashamed to be revealing yourself.”

Ranko just gritted her teeth, liking her home room/history teacher less and less. Even more so when the thick, wooden ruler first landed across the fleshiest part of her bottom. She let out a hiss of pain, closing her eyes for a moment as she pictured the throbbing pink line that had surely formed across her rump.

The second one landed on the exact same spot. Ow! There has to be a law against doubling up like that! She thought, beginning to wiggle her bottom, causing a little more giggling in the class. The third thankfully landed higher up, about as high as the teacher was willing to go without risking hitting the tailbone.

The spanking continued, all at a steady, fixed pace. By the twentieth, Ranko had tears in her eyes and was trying her best not to clench, or to shake about, or reach back. Her bottom was quite red, beginning to look like it did at the end of a session with her mother's hand. The next six, then, made it even worse, as every single one landed across the backs of her thighs. She started to howl, and by the time the last one landed she was no longer in control, tears streaming down her face.

“Now, we'll do something about that lesson in modesty.”

The ruler was put down, at least, but she gulped at the sight of a number of safety pins. But all that happened was her skirt was pinned up, all the way around her waist.

“Okay, stand outside the class, holding the pitcher of water on your head with both hands. Stand side-on so that people walking one way can see your bottom, and people walking the other way can see your privates and look you in the eye. You will remain like that for the rest of the class, and can see me later to catch up.”

And so, she had to do just that, standing there for others to see. A few students walked past, trying not to pay attention to the sight of her, but eyes occasionally glanced down, especially to the redness of her bottom. A hall monitor tutted and gave a couple of slaps of her own to Ranko's throbbing ass cheeks, causing a whimper, before continuing. At least her arms didn't get tired – the benefit of being a martial artist was her extraordinary endurance. Chances were she had managed to impress the class with that during her spanking, too: a lesser girl would have been crying at the first.

After class, she was allowed to return her skirt to normal, and warned not to try her luck in future. Feeling it best to come across as sincere and a usually-hard worker, she played along with what the teacher thought the case had been.

“Yes, Ma'am, I am truly sorry. I doubted the school really did that, and didn't think it would be so bad anyway. I deliberately pushed you to see what would happen, and now that I have learned, I have no intention of it ever happening again. I hope I can redeem myself with future actions.”

It was worrying her that she was getting so good at sounding contrite. It was anything but normal for Ranma, but since her life of full-time Ranko had started... still, it seemed to be what Noriko-sensei was hoping to hear, at least.

“I am glad to hear that. You were a lot more troublesome than most on their first day, and I applaud your courage in taking that punishment. But let's see if we can avoid it happening again. I hope this can be your only spanking all year, and that starting tomorrow your bottom can stay pale and soft forever.”

Fat chance, Ranko thought glumly, but she didn't speak, merely nodding her head.

She managed to pay attention during the next class. It helped that she couldn't really fall asleep, with the stinging pain in her buttocks. Not that it helped keep her focused on the lesson either. But at least she looked attentive and alert, so she was not called out. Very quickly, morning recess rolled along, and Suni and Tamaki hurried her off to the restrooms.

“Huh? Where are we going?” she asked, easily keeping up.

“It's the tradition. I said I'd take care of you, I'll introduce you to some other friends, but there's a tradition that everyone follows here. If you get your derriere whacked, then you have to show in the bathroom. Everyone does it. Whoever's there gets to see. Usually we compare if there are multiple people who got it, and people comment, maybe tell tales of other spankings, they might give a bit of a rub or squeeze...”

Ranko gulped. Not only would girls she's never met be seeing her bare ass, they'd be touching it, and she'd be expected to do the same to them too. And all too soon, she was there, with a small group of others. Another girl was currently bending over, knickers down, displaying the pink blush covering both cheeks.

“Check it out, Reiko just got a dozen with the slipper.”

“I swear she weights that thing down with lead or something, it really hurts! Especially when it curves around and the grooves in it pinch the skin. And the hag smacked the end of it against my... well, you know.”

Ranko turned bright red. She certainly did know, seeing between Reiko's legs. It wasn't as though she hadn't seen vaginas before, even not including her own, but still, it was particularly embarrassing to her. But soon, she was prodded into bending over and lifting her own skirt.

“The slipper hurts, yeah, but check out what Ranko here got – on her first day! She went for the full twenty six with the ruler!”

There were gasps of surprise and admiration. Her bottom really was very red, and the others were impressed that she went for something so rough on her first day. Most settled with just earning a few smacks, after all. As predicted, several hands reached out to feel the heat emanating from her roasted buns, cold hands touching her hot skin, and pressing in or rubbing.

“What did you do?”

“Eh, well, you know... I wasn't really paying attention and was impolite...”

“That just got her ten, when Teach saw she had the wrong undies they were confiscated and she got another ten! Then she decided to give everyone a real good look at her privates when climbing onto the desk for it, so got another six.”

Ranko was still blushing, wishing they wouldn't talk about it.

“That's quite enough, all of you!” a sharp voice called out above the murmur. A severe-looking hallway monitor stepped in, wielding some kind of woven leather strap.

“Seeing as you all like spanked bottoms so much, you can all have one of your own! And you two, don't think you're missing out. Everyone, line up against the wall!”

And so, they all had to line up as, one by one, each girl was required to step forward into view, bend over, raise her skirt and pull her underwear down for three sharp lashes of the strap. Each one left a bright red stripe, and caused a lot of squirming. Ranko was finding herself damp just looking at so many exposed bottoms and delicates, but tried not to focus on that. She merely hissed as she received her own, and went back into line to watch the rest.

“Now finish your business – those that actually have any business here – and get out of here.”

Unfortunately, that turned out not to be the last of her spankings for the day. Ranko soon found herself wondering if her bottom would be more sore and red and welted at school, away from her mother, rather than less as she might have expected if she had thought about it. She received a couple of warning smacks throughout the day, a couple for running in the hallway and another one for not covering her mouth when yawning. But it was lunch that really proved her downfall.

One thing that Nodoka had yet to tame was Ranko's stomach. She still had a monstrous appetite, and as such, the very moment class was dismissed, she dashed from the room, heading for the cafeteria. A teacher called out for her to stop, only to be shocked when the back of her skirt flipped up to reveal a bare, somewhat-red bottom.

To make matters worse, Ranko practically utilised parkour in getting there first. She jumped down the stairs, rebounding off the wall and sliding her shoes along the rail to get more speed. When only two floors remained, she just dropped down, landing with ease, and barrelled to the front to get her choice of buns and riceballs, which were quickly gulped down.

At the sight of a livid teacher though, she gulped once more.

“Young lady, I don't know where to begin... you ran in corridors and threw yourself about in a most undignified manner. Furthermore, your underwear would have been showing to everyone by your antics... WERE YOU WEARING ANY. Yet despite 'free-flapping' as they call it, you still did so, making sure not a soul in this school is unaware of what your private parts look like.”

It was only then that Ranko realised that was the case. She had been wearing a long skirt, but with those actions, even it could not cover her, and she didn't consider the lack of underwear. Her face turned scarlet.

“I think you know what this calls for. Bend over and lift your skirt up.”

Ranko sighed. She couldn't count how many times she had bared her bottom that day, but just did as she was told, hoping to get it over with quickly. She placed her hands on the ground, keeping her legs firmly together so as to not incur any more for “immodestly displaying herself during a punishment”. And so, with her red bottom in the air, she prepared to receive yet another spanking...

There was quite the crowd. After all, it was lunch time, right in front of the cafeteria. People had entertainment to go with their meal, watching the teacher's hard hand slapping against Ranko's lower cheeks. She squealed from the start, already very tender as a result of the previous work. But the teacher seemed to not care about the starting state of her bottom, simply feeling it meant she needed to work harder, that clearly the previous spankings hadn't sunk in.

And so, no less than ten minutes later, the spanking finished. She had to swap hands half way through, and Ranko was wailing and sobbing. It had just been too much. Her buttocks and upper-thighs were all a very deep red, and quite swollen, too sore even to touch. Somehow, these non-martial-artists could make things hurt more than the more damaging energy attacks of martial artists, it made no sense.

To make matters worse, she was then required to remain in position, on display, until everyone else had eaten lunch. The only thing that made it bearable was her new group of friends were there to hold her hands and wipe her eyes, to help give her strength. So quickly, she was learning that female friendship could be a powerful thing, something she would need to get through her new life.

But unseen to her, one student's eyes narrowed at the appearance of the girl with buns even deeper red than her hair. The Black Rose had spotted Ranko, and knew that she would have many an opportunity to rid herself of that hated girl...

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter seven: Another Lady Learns, where Ranko is attacked by The Black Rose, Kodachi Kuno. Who gets the best of who? Who is to blame for it? How can the attacker be stopped? Keep reading to find out, and if you have an idea, remember, I read the suggestions in your reviews~
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