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Raising Ranma	By : SisterAcacia Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 27456 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Raising Ranko 8: Unladylike Actions

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.

That afternoon, Ranko was not punished by Nodoka – she agreed with the school's decision, and was proud of Ranko for not arguing, for taking her punishment as prescribed, but she felt that seeing as the violence was a small, measured action of last resort, to defend another, her daughter had done the right thing, and needed no further punishment.

Indeed, she was pleased with Ranko, and suggested she enjoy some free time to train, or to have a cup of tea, while she went out shopping for the night's dinner.

Ranko was most thankful for this, bidding her farewell at the door. But as she changed out of her uniform, ready to don something easier to fight in, she saw how damp the gusset of her knickers was, and blushed. It was her chance, she might not have another opportunity again in quite some time. She could still picture Kodachi there, bent over with her legs spread, cane falling across her bottom. And then, lying on her back, legs up, with her cheeks held apart, sex on display and open bottom hole being whipped. She gave a little shiver, pulled the rest of her clothes off, and sat on her bed.

This shouldn't take long. I'll be done before she gets back, then I can wash my hands, change, and have that cup of tea or something and she'll never know.

Ranko felt a little guilty, doing something her mother had forbidden, but she couldn't resist. She just had to get some relief after all she saw, so spread her legs wide apart, and slid two fingers inside, gaining easy access to her well-lubricated slit.

With her spare hand, she rubbed one large breast, thumb rolling over the light pink nipple as her main hand worked her inner folds, fingers gliding and sliding to excite her and help build towards orgasm. Her juices were leaking out onto the bed, but she didn't even notice, caught up in the pleasure she was finally feeling.

As she got closer and closer to climax, Ranko's breathing became more ragged, more like she was panting and gasping. Every so often she gave a quiet moan as she started to gently stimulate her little clit, circling it, tapping it, brushing her fingertips over it to cause shudders of pleasure. Beads of sweat rolled down her breasts, and her little noises became more common, and louder.

Eventually, with a long, loud moan, she was hit by her climax, thrusting her fingers in and out with greater speed. She rocked her hips, arching her back, as juices dribbled out over her fingers, sticking to her skin and spilling onto the bed.

And she just laid back, moving her other hand down there, and kept going. Spreading her legs wider, she just rubbed her mound with one hand while penetrating herself with the other. It didn't take long at all before, the image of Kodachi's welted rosebud burned in her mind, she came again, still moaning and gasping with pleasure...

And so it was that Nodoka eventually arrived home, walking in and hearing the tell-tale noises. She frowned, hoping there was another explanation, but knowing there couldn't be, and put the shopping down. With a sad face – one quickly turning to anger though – she headed to Ranko's room and threw the door open, greeted by a most lewd sight as Ranko's finger-filled privates were pointed right at her, her daughter spasming from her fourth orgasm of the session.

“Ranko, just what do you think you are doing?” she said, loud enough to get the girl's attention. Ranko almost leapt out of her skin, heart already pumping too fast. Suddenly, the colour drained from her face and she felt deathly cold, knowing the day was about to take a turn for the worse. So terrified was she, she forgot to extract her fingers.

“Go on. Tell me exactly what it was you were doing, young lady.”

“I uh... I was... you know what I was doing, mother, and I know it is wrong.” she said, bowing her head. She was extremely embarrassed, only then remembering to pull her hand free and cover up.

“No, that's not enough. I want to hear you say it. I know it's embarrassing – as it should be: if you can't even say it, then you certainly shouldn't do it!”

With a deep breath, Ranko replied.

“I was masturbating, mother.”

“And I have warned you before that should you ever do it again, the consequences would be severe, haven't I?” Nodoka asked, already trying to decide just what to do.

“...yes, mother. Yes, you did, and yet I shamefully disobeyed you.”

No longer was Ranko just speaking properly in an attempt to please her mother. It was actually starting to sink in, to be how she normally spoke. She didn't even realise that she was speaking in a way that, a month ago, would have been so out of character for her.

“Well, you can be certain you are going to be punished, Ranko. But not just now. Now you are going to have a shower, and I am going to wash you, and scrub you clean. Then tonight before bed, you shall receive your spanking, and I assure you that you won't be touching yourself down there for a very long time.”

Ranko gulped.

“So this way, to the bathroom. Get your nightshirt and a clean pair of knickers to wear afterwards.”

Head bowed, tears running down her cheeks, Ranko did as she was told. She felt so ashamed, but even as her breathing and pulse returned to normal, she couldn't be sure she regretted her choice. If she hadn't made that decision, how long would she have lasted, all that sexual tension building up, before finally snapping and doing it in a time where she couldn't have had a proper release?

No, as much as she hated to admit it, it seemed like the right choice to her even after the fact. It was just a matter of whether her punishment would change her mind about that.

The shower was less than pleasant – she first had her hands scrubbed clean with the rough bristles of the scrubbing brush, turning them bright pink – and every time she tried to protest, the back of the brush smacked loudly against her bottom, sending water droplets flying from her wet rump. She was then soaped up – not allowed to wash herself, but forced to stand there while her own mother covered her in lather – and given a scrub down. The scrubbing of her breasts was agony, scratching and scraping the milky globes and her nipples. But it got worse, of course it did. She had to spread her legs, and her mother scrubbed her sex, showing no mercy. She squirmed and winced as the bristles did a very thorough job of cleaning her most tender folds.

“One more spot to go, turn around.”

Sighing, Ranko turned, clenching her teeth as her buttocks, still smarting from the strap earlier, and the recent smacks with the brush, were scrubbed until very pink indeed. And just as she thought it might be over...

“Spread your cheeks.”

Letting out a whine that earned another hard smack, she did as she was told, defeated. Leaning forward, she reached back and pulled her cheeks wide apart, revealing her pink little bottom hole. And that too received a none-too-pleasant scrubbing.

“There. Out you get.”

Everything was so rushed, so no-nonsense. Her mother wasn't prolonging any torture, she just wanted to scrub her daughter clean and get it done with. And so she quickly dried Ranko off, rubbing the towel against tender scrubbed flesh to make sure she was dry and uncomfortable. Only after all of that could Ranko slip on a pair of white knickers, wincing a little as the material rubbed against her stinging bottom, and then a lavender nightshirt. It nearly covered her underwear and the undercurves of her bottom. Nearly.

Needless to say, the rest of the day didn't go well. Ranko couldn't look Nodoka in the eye, and neither spoke much. She was constantly given chores, such as helping prepare dinner, all under supervision, as though Nodoka could no longer trust her to be alone for even a few seconds.

Dinner was a simple affair – Nodoka put aside most of the things she had bought earlier, deciding that under the circumstances, it would be better to leave a delicious meal to the next day. And as they ate, although silence at the table was the norm, it seemed a more oppressive silence.

Finally, it was bed time. Ranko found herself looking forward to it, just so that it would no longer be looming over her, she could get it behind her... even as she was getting it in the behind.

“Okay Ranko, go to your bedroom and wait for me.”

“Yes mother.” was all she could reply.

And so, Ranko stood by her bed, still looking at her feet. Tears were already running down her cheeks even before Nodoka entered the room, carrying a thick leather belt.

“This used to belong to your father, back when he was a more slender man. Today it will find a good use for you, however.”

“Mother, before you start. I just... I'm sorry. I let you down, after trying so hard to be ladylike I still failed you. I'm sorry. Please punish me as I deserve, and don't hold back. Please give me the complete punishment I need, so that you can forgive me afterwards.”

“Ranko, although that is what I intend to do... it is also so you can forgive yourself. This was a setback, yes, but you haven't failed me. There is just a lot of work to be done. And there is the sound punishment you are about to receive. Now, climb onto the bed.”

Ranko nodded, clambering onto all fours. Her nightshirt was completely useless at this point, her underwear completely exposed. Nodoka shook her head, however.

“No, dear, the other way. On your back, with your legs up in the air.”

Blushing, Ranko did as she was told.

Just like Kodachi's punishment, and that's what led to this.

On her back, she slowly lifted her legs up, pulling them back towards her head. She felt even more exposed than before.

“Wait a moment, you won't be needing these.”

Nodoka then grabbed the waistband of her knickers, and pulled them right up and off, leaving her completely bare where it counted. So Ranko brought her legs further back, and her mother pushed them to the sides, spreading her legs so they could look each other in the eye.

Ranko expected the strap, but her mother just put it aside for the time being. Instead, she slapped her hand hard against her daughter's bottom, starting the punishment in a more traditional way. She put everything she had behind it, too. The very first smack left a definite handprint, and stung like crazy. Ranko yelped, but was well aware that there were many more to come. She tried her best not to clench her cheeks, to show submission and give in to the punishment her mother was dishing out, the smacks continuing to rain down on her naked bottom.

After a great many smacks, turning Ranko's bottom very pink, it ended. She took a deep breath, anticipating that it would be time for the strap. She was wrong, though, as her mother's hand landed firmly between her legs, bringing out a startled yelp. It only hurt a little more than the smacks to her bottom, just stinging her outer folds, but it was unexpected and embarrassing, something she wasn't used to.

“It pays to punish the guilty part of you, I feel. This way, I think we can be sure it won't happen again, that next time you will remember the pain on your nether regions and decide not to disobey me with such activities.”

Ramko gulped, not sure she agreed with the sentiment. However the decision clearly wasn't hers to make, so it didn't matter. Of course, she felt it was probably true she would remember in future, and that it would be a long while before she tried it again, but punishing “the guilty part” of her body made her face flush red with shame.

Nodoka continued, slapping her hand firmly against Ranko's sex, over and over again. She knew Ranko could take it – even a normal girl could, and Ranko certainly was no normal girl. And so she kept going, not stopping until her daughter's folds and bottom matched in hue.

And then she picked the strap up, causing Ranko to whimper a little.

As bad as the redhead delinquent thought the spanking was, the strap was most clearly worse. It slammed across her bottom, causing a ripple and a loud cracking noise, and almost instantly that band of flesh turned red. She wasn't holding back, putting all her strength into the painful blows. Ranko let out a squeal of pain, tears only just starting to spring to the corners of her eyes.

Nodoka kept going, though, measuring out a series of solid, blistering lashes with the belt. Each time, the flesh turned a bright red, and then the next time it landed across the same patch of skin, it turned her rump a deeper red, burning with pain.

But as ever, it could get worse – and did. Because the strap followed the same pattern as her hand: she lashed the belt down vertically, between Ranko's legs, slapping it against her daughter's mound with enough force that her folds bounced and rippled. Less than a second later, when Ranko held still again, she did it again. And a third time as well. After the third smack of leather on tender skin, the outer lips of Ranko's sex were a deep cherry red and she was howling with pain. Only then did Nodoka put the belt down. Realising it was over, Ranko settled down.

Unfortunately, she realised wrong. It seemed Nodoka wanted to hammer the lesson home, starting up with her hand again. It was worse than the first dose, of course, what with her bottom already very much crimson from her first spanking and subsequent strapping. But nonetheless she delivered it with everything she had, causing a fresh burst of wailing from her daughter. Each slap to Ranko's rear caused another howl of pain.

Ranko expected there to next be a return to her swollen, red sex, but she was not expecting what happened next, the actual end of the punishment. Her mother pulled a light, bamboo ruler out of her sash – she hadn't even noticed that one – and reached down with her free hand, using thumb and forefinger to hold her daughter's folds open, sliding her clitoral hood back to expose the tender, sensitive pearl. Ranko let out a pathetic whine, clenching her teeth, and her eyes tightly shut, as she knew what to expect. Three times, the ruler smacked down on her clit, that little bundle of nerve endings. It wasn't with much strength, but to cause that kind of pain, it didn't need to be.

She let out a shriek of pain, and then just dissolved into tears, bawling her eyes out. Only then did Nodoka drop the ruler and lean down to hug her daughter, pulling Ranko's face into her bosom.

“There... it's all over, dear Ranko. Your punishment has ended, there will be no more spanking for you to worry about. I still love you, you can take as long as you need to recover.”

Ranko continued to cry into her mother's breasts, hugging her tight in return. She turned to her side, carefully letting her legs drop but not dare settling her bottom onto the bed. She didn't say anything – she couldn't, yet. All she did was sniffle and cry, thankful for the sudden mercy and kindness her mother was showing her.

“It's all right, it's okay. I know it hurts terribly. But that was your punishment for what you did, so now it has been paid for in full. The lesson has been learned. We can forget about the whole thing, and continue on with life, working on making you into a fine, proper lady. All right?”

Finally, Ranko responded, sniffling and nodding.

“Y-yes, mother. Thank you, mother, I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. Now, why don't we go to sleep for the night, and put this day behind us?”

Having exhausted herself through her tears, Ranko could not help but agree.

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter nine: A Vengeful Lady, where Kodachi decides to get her revenge, attacking at home. Will Nodoka and Ranko be safe from her attack? Will she be punished? Will the two ever shake hands? Keep reading to find out, and if you have an idea, remember, I read the suggestions in your reviews~
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