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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 7: Another Lady Learns

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 know I have been taking liberties with the running of St. Bacchus, but very little is actually known about it from the manga and anime.

Ranko sighed as she stepped once more into school. Her bottom was just about its pale self again after a good night's sleep and her usual faster-than-normal healing, the kind developed by near-lethal assaults at the hands of Akane over the years. She was beginning to suspect her nether cheeks were actually tanning though, much like one's neck and shoulders after a sun burn.

Needless to say, Nodoka hadn't been happy to hear her first day was so abysmal – getting the ruler first thing, getting strapped later on, and then the long, painful spanking near the cafeteria. Her sympathy was limited, and she just took the spoon to those already-sore cheeks.

But today's a new day. I'll say one thing, she's quick to forgive me. Already it was “good morning, sweetie, time to get up.” and “Let's try to have a better day today. I'll see you when you get home – love you!” like yesterday didn't happen.

As she dwelled on this, Ranko wandered towards home room, not even noticing the senior girls there who seemed to have taken an interest in her. They were all watching, taking notes, ready to report back to their deranged superior.

The home room went without a hitch, Noriko-sensei seemingly pleased with her change – after checking to make sure she was wearing the right underwear – and even the first few classes went well, with her suffering no more than a slap to her skirt-covered thigh – a few other girls received worse than that, after all. Things continued going well, using all of her attention and self-control, right up until morning recess.

Even in that case, it wasn't her doing: she went to the bathroom to meet up with her friends and splash some water on her face to help keep awake. She turned the tap... then noticed. It wasn't water pouring from the tap, rather, a strange powder flowed out, mixing into the air. Ranko knew what that was, she had dealt with Kodachi enough times in the past. She gulped, turning it off, and called out.

“Everyone? We need to get out of here!”

They didn't ask, being used to certain events happening, and rushed out. Ranko was last, and coughed a little, feeling light-headed. She started to worry. She didn't know where her assailant would strike from, but it was only a matter of time. She'd have to escape – fighting back would just result in trouble – and hope to survive. Worse still, there were so many others around who could get caught in the crossfire. Knees weak, she staggered away, towards her classroom and started taking deep breaths.

And that was when Kodachi struck, dropping from the ceiling with a mallet. Ranko dived out of the way just in time for the weapon to crack the floorboards instead of her head.

“So good to see you again, you harridan. Now that you're enrolled in this school, I will have no difficulty in finally ridding myself of you. So, little thorn in my side, prepare to die!”

With a flick of her wrist, Kodachi hurled a trio of thin blades, aimed at Ranko's neck. But she was already on her feet again, running. Already, she was recovering from the poison, and just needed time to escape, to gather her wits and decide on a course of action.

Unfortunately, time wasn't something she had. Kodachi, skilled gymnast that she was, kept pace with her, chasing her down the hallway. Despite the seriousness of the situation, it still occurred to Ranko that they shouldn't be running in the hallway. Skidding to a halt, she threw herself into what she hoped was an empty classroom.

No such luck. A few other girls were there, and Kodachi, with her usual care, launched a ribbon out in a binding attack with no care as to who got in the way. One of the innocent girls was indeed caught, the ribbon tightening around her throat. Realising the danger there, Ranko threw herself at Kodachi, driving a knee into her stomach. That caused her grip to loosen, letting the redhead use a knifehand to slice the ribbon. The girl dropped to her knees, gasping for air as Ranko turned to make sure she was okay.

And that was her mistake, taking her eye off Kodachi for even a moment. A gymnast baton struck her in the side of the head, knocking her to the ground, scattering a chair aside. She groaned, head throbbing and seeing stars.

“You put up a good effort there, but you are no match for The Black Rose, Kodachi! Ohohohoho!”

But that final, killing blow never came. Kodachi found herself unable to strike, arms twisted painfully behind her back by Noriko-sensei.

“I think that will be enough, young lady. You have gotten away with far too much of late, so I wonder how the headmistress will feel about this transgression? Ranko, can you stand? Need you see the nurse?”

“No... I'm okay, I just got roughed up a little. It was nothing, really.”

“Well, please come along as well, as your word will be needed. Yours too, girls.” she said, turning to the other two girls.

And so it was that all four girls were led to the top tower, to see the headmistress. Surprisingly, she seemed to be a European lady, not Japanese. She looked to be fairly old, and most severe, glaring through her spectacles at Kodachi.

“Is that so? Well... first thing first, as honourable as your intentions were, Saotome, you were out of line in using violence to solve the problem. As such, I will deal with you here and now.”

Ranko sighed. She had somewhat expected that she wouldn't be escaping the situation with her bottom unscathed. Kodachi smirked, not realising how much worse her own fate would be.

“However, the real troublemaker here is you, Kuno. For your blatant attacks on other students, you will receive a School Public after lunch. And the two victims of your attacks shall receive front-row seats to watch your comeuppance. Let's see if we can't put a stop to this, once and for all.”

Kodachi gulped. Only then did it actually occur to her that she was not above such things. She had so very rarely actually been disciplined, allowed to run rampant thanks to her connections and the fact that she brought the school's gymnastics team success. But she had been enrolled there in an attempt to reign her in, the whole point was that the cane would meet her buttocks and change her tune. Perhaps it was finally going to happen.

But not just yet. Because before that could be handled, there was the matter of Ranko's punishment. She was directed to climb up onto the desk, on all fours, and did as she was told – this time making sure to keep her legs together for what she knew would happen next.

Surely enough, her skirt and slip were raised above her waist, and her knickers pulled right down. At least, keeping her legs together, she wasn't on display as much as before – and wouldn't be punished for that. The headmistress took a leather belt from a hook, putting her hand through a sewn-in loop at one end.

Regretting that she had the experience to make such a list, Ranko nonetheless sighed, the strap rating amongst her least favourite implements to feel across her bottom. But it looked like that was precisely what was going to be used on her. Gritting her teeth, she prepared herself.

The first one landed, very high up, and she gave a little hiss, but nothing more. A pink stripe started to form, an inch high, slowly deepening into view. Then the next one landed, only a little bit lower – doubling over half the previous stripe.

“Eee!” was all Ranko could squeal out, wiggling her bottom a little in a futile attempt to be free of the sting. In an instant, the third landed, again just barely lower. She started panting, trying not to cry in front of Kodachi, as the heat throbbed in her rear.

After ten of them, her bottom was almost covered with that burning red glow. But still she wasn't crying. She was shaking, certainly, and sniffling, but there were no tears yet. In the end it took another four, both to completely cover her rump and to bring tears. With a sob, Ranko slumped forward, breaking under the torrent of pain. But that was it. That was the entirety of her strapping.

“There. You took that well, Ranko, and I expect Kuno here will not show as much dignity in receiving her caning this afternoon. I will see you all in the assembly hall then. For now you are dismissed.”

After lunch, Ranko nervously headed to the assembly hall, not sure what to expect. She was led to one of the two chairs right at the front and sat down somewhat gingerly, her buttocks still stinging and warm. Soon enough, the girl Kodachi caught with the ribbon – Kiriko, it turned out – was directed to sit on the other seat.

“Uh... does this sort of thing happen often?”

“Kodachi attacking someone, or the School Publics?”

“Er, I know Kodachi's reputation, I meant the publics...”

“Not that often, no. Maybe once every two or three years? Everyone probably sees at least one during their stay here, but still, it's pretty uncommon. And well, as the wronged, we get the best view of the action.”

“What makes them think Kodachi will go along with it?”

“Well I'm pretty sure the staff would be willing to use force, but really? It's accept the punishment or be expelled, and she has a lot of pride – losing her position in the gymnastics team and have to transfer to a public school? No, I'm pretty sure she'll choose this. Besides, if she hates you that much she'd want to try to take her punishment better than you did, right? And that's a pretty high bar, I don't like her chances. Oh, we should be quiet, they're starting to file in.”

Kiriko was right, the rest of the entire school was entering, quietly filling the rows of chairs – most eager to get seats close to the front and centre. Clearly it was a spectacle, and many wanted to see Kodachi brought down a peg or two. Only once everyone seemed to be there did the headmistress, Harrison-sensei, take the stage, a stage previously only occupied by a chair, and a table – a table upon which rested a vicious looking rattan cane.

“As many of you already know, one of our... most celebrated... students, Kuno Kodachi, has disgraced herself today, in her relentless attack of another student, and careless injuring of another. I have decided that we can not overlook this, and therefore have called for a School Public. This is something I am going to try to deal with once and for all. Kodachi, approach.”

From off-stage, Kodachi strode forwards, chin held high. She was proud as ever, and not willing to show fear or submission to the older woman.

“You know the custom for infractions of this severity. Prepare yourself, Kodachi.”

The black-haired maniac nodded, sliding first one lock sock, then the other, right off, and folding them onto the table. She then undid the ribbon of her blouse, pulled it over her head and folded it up as well. Then she unbuttoned her skirt, adding it to the table. Her slip followed. After that she scrambled out of her black leotard, placing that with the rest, and stood straight, hands at her sides as she faced the crowd. Ranko gulped. She had to admit that the slightly older girl had nice breasts, and the lower view of her cleft... she tried glancing to the sides, looking at anything else, but knew she was supposed to watch.

When she turned back, the headmistress had taken her seat, and led Kodachi over her lap. Kodachi was facing the audience, it deemed more beneficial to have her look into the eyes of those she wronged for this part of the punishment. Ranko sighed with relief, not having to stare at a naked bottom. Only to realise Kodachi's breasts were hanging down rather beautifully. She gulped. And again, when The Black Rose fixed a hateful glare upon her. But not for long, because the spanking started.

It turned out to be a long spanking – at least, it felt that way to Kodachi, suffering the harsh slaps to her usually pale rear, and to Ranko, looking into her eyes and watching her breasts sway and bounce from every impact. She blushed, squirming in her seat, glad to see justice served – and enjoying the view, she had to admit – but embarrassed to no end and hoping it would end soon.

Only after several minutes did Harrison-sensei deem Kodachi's backside warmed up enough. When she was done, she gave her bottom a light pat.

“Okay young lady, up you get.”

Kodachi, still not crying, still haughty in fact, said nothing. She just stood up, walked to the table and fetched the cane. Harrison-sensei turned the chair so the back was facing the audience, before accepting the cane and giving it a test-swish through the air.

“Assume the position.”

Still seemingly indifferent, Kodachi turned, finally revealing her quite-red bottom to the onlookers. She stepped up to the chair, placing her feet against the back legs of it, and bent right over, grasping the front legs. Her bottom was thrust out, the perfect target, but with her legs spread like that, and Ranko looking up from below...

Kodachi had few secrets from her after that moment. Ranko bit her lip, feeling the dampness growing between her legs. She firmly grabbed the seat of her chair and watched. Having suffered a caning of her own in the past, she knew how much they hurt, and could only look forward to Kodachi getting what she deserved. Although... a small part of her felt a twinge of sympathy. What could have happened to make Kodachi as insane as she was? Did she need help?

...or, maybe she's just mental and evil. It's not like she's getting the death penalty.

She was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of the first stroke. It was like a gunshot. She winced at the sight of the sudden white line forming against the magenta background of spanked bottom cheeks, quickly turning crimson and rising up. She remembered it took several days for the welts of a caning to truly fade, and didn't envy Kodachi. But The Black Rose merely grunted.

“One, thank you, Ma'am. May I please have another?”

Ranko blinked. She had never thought that someone would have to count them out, thank the spanker and politely ask for more. Suddenly the brief, furious spankings at the hands of her mother didn't seem as bad, it was a punishment unleashed on her bottom, and then it was over.

The headmistress waited a full ten seconds, for the pain to reach a peak, before finally delivering the second. It landed higher up, causing Kodachi to hiss with pain. It seemed to be getting through to her.

“...two, thank you, Ma'am. May I please have another?”

Again, Harrison-sensei paused. She waited to let the pain build up, not wanting to make it easy for her. Each stroke would be firm, deliberate and expertly placed. Eventually she did let it land, this one lower down, and Kodachi shuddered a little. Ranko could swear she heard a sob at that. She could sympathise... no, empathise.

“Three, thank you Ma'am! May I please have another?”

Number four landed across the sit-spots, and Kodachi nearly let go at that, nearly reached back. But she stopped herself, gripping the chair legs so tightly her knuckles were white and her fingers ached. But she could not let herself break position. This time she really did sob.

“F-four, thank you, Ma'am. May, may I please have another?”

Harrison-sensei allowed a small smile. It seemed she was getting through to the girl. A good thing, too, the caning was more than halfway done. So she gave another pause, counting down in her head...

Before letting the fifth one land, close to the first stroke across the middle of her buttocks. This one caused a quiet yelp, but Kodachi still held on, still showed some defiance.

“Five, thank you Ma'am! May I please have another?”

Her voice was starting to break when she called that out. So the headmistress decided to let the last one really drive the lesson home. She lined the stroke up, silently counting, before drawing back.

Another pause.

A longer pause.

And then it landed. Right across her sit-spots, doubling up on a previous welt. That one brought a shriek out from Kodachi. Ranko winced, watching the welt become thicker and turn purple. Part of her wanted to go and make sure Kodachi was okay, to console her.

Wait, really? That crazy girl has made my life miserable. She has nothing but malice towards me as a girl, and lust as a guy. Why am I feeling compassion for her?

“You may rub.”

Kodachi took the opportunity, no longer caring about her pride quite so much. She reached back, squeezing and rubbing both cheeks. Each time she did this, they parted, revealing more and more to Ranko, who just blushed at the view she was being given. After almost a minute, Harrison-sensei cleared her throat.

“Okay. Last step. You know what is required.”

Kodachi stood, and nodded. Tears streaked her face, so it was clearly working. Ranko wondered what would happen next, how it could get worse, but soon enough she found out. The headmistress put the cane back on the table, and picked up a very thin, slender strap. It was less than half an inch across, a little under a foot long, and didn't look like it had much impact.

Kodachi, meanwhile, took two small cushions from the table and placed them on the floor. She whimpered as she sat on one – her crotch now at eye-level for Ranko – and rolled onto her back, lifting her legs up so that her knees were pressed into her breasts. She then reached down, spreading her cheeks as far apart as she could, opening her rosebud to Ranko's embarrassed gaze, and slightly parting her lower lips as well. Harrison-sensei knelt upon the other cushion.

“The last step. Something that will stay with you with every step you take today.”

Ranko knew what was coming. She had taken enough punishments to the tender anal area herself, enough to last a lifetime. She still felt glad that justice was being served, yet also felt more compassion for the girl who tried to murder her. And she was ashamed to admit, there was a lot of excitement at the view provided to her.

The strap landed, snapping right across her tender little rosebud. Kodachi cried out at the first, a pink welt forming across her wrinkled pucker. Ranko's eyes were fixed there. She couldn't look away. She didn't even blink as the second one landed, right across the same delicate skin. The flesh reddened that little bit more, and Kodachi continued to cry.

At the third, Ranko realised she was rubbing her thighs together, her ankles as well, and tried to stop. She also realised her teeth were clenched so tight as to risk cracking. She tried breathing deeply – the same thing Kodachi was trying. Indeed, with the clenching and unclenching of her back door, it looked like she was trying that at both ends.

The next one landed a little to the side, hitting unmarked flesh, but Kodachi was still crying, in no state to really appreciate that. Ranko knew the image before her would forever be stored in her memory, whether she wanted it to or not. And she didn't know the answer to that one.

The fifth landed along the other side, just nicking the edge of Kodachi's anus. She let out another sob, but it seemed she had just about reached her peak. And so, the headmistress was glad to bring it to an end with the sixth, landing it down across the centre of her welted rosebud. She just let out a long, sorrowful wail, her bottom hole throbbing and twitching in pain.

Harrison-sensei stood up, placing the strap aside.

“Okay. No rubbing there. You shall remain in position until everybody leaves. Assembly dismissed. Take this lesson with you, so that you do not perform violent actions that land you here.”

Ranko started to rise, but Kiriko placed a hand on her leg, signifying she should stay. Slowly, the hall emptied out until they were the only ones there. The headmistress then turned to them all.

“Kuno, have you anything to say?”

But she did not. She was still recovering from her punishment, and just shook her head.

“Well, I hope you have learned, and will not try anything of the sort again. Because we can have a repeat of this, and I can be more severe. I think both girls here were upset by the sight of what happened to you. They took no pleasure in seeing you beaten.”

Ranko decided to try to mend things, to do her part to end the war – for her own good.

“Please, Kodachi. I forgive you for the attack, and... and I apologise. I have infuriated you in the past, and for that I am sorry. Please let us put this behind us.”

Kodachi gave a small nod, though whether she was sincere or was just nodding along with what was said, focusing on her own pain, it was hard to say.

“Kodachi,” Harrison-sensei said, “you know the tradition. Do you wish those you wronged to alleviate the suffering?”

Kodachi paused, as though considering her options. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke.

“No, Ma'am. I would not ask such of them, having them touch me so. They would not like it, I have earned the pain I feel.”

“Very well.” she said, turning to Ranko, “It is a tradition, with the School Public. The punished can request the wronged to alleviate the pain by massaging the beaten area, rubbing a lotion in. It helps encourage the punished to be contrite, and helps forgiveness.”

“That's... okay. I don't think she would like to be touched in intimate places either. We can just call it a truce.”

The headmistress smiled.

“Despite your first day, you are a nice girl, Ranko. You will make an excellent mother some day. Well, take care you two, and head out. Kodachi will get dressed and go to her class soon.”

Bowing Ranko and Kiriko walked off in a hurry. She knew he had made a new friend in Kiriko, and suspected she hadn't seen the last of Kodachi as an enemy, but... maybe things were slowly improving? Perhaps there could some day be peace?

That wasn't the main thing on her mind, though. Throughout the afternoon she had trouble concentrating, the image of Kodachi's exposed privates burned into her mind.

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter eight: Unladylike Actions, where Ranko, with the last few days in her mind, gets caught up in something forbidden by Nodoka. And when she's caught... Keep reading to find out, and if you have an idea, remember, I read the suggestions in your reviews~
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