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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 9: A Vengeful Lady

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.

It had been three days since Kodachi's School Public. Since Ranko pleasured herself. Since Nodoka severely punished her daughter for her lust. Luckily, it didn't actually take that long for Ranko to recover, practically bouncing back the next day – though the lesson stayed fresh in her head.

And so, on the Sunday, after a nice walk in the park, the two arrived back home, only to see something odd at the door: an envelope with a bouquet of red roses.

“Oh my! It seems you have an admirer, Ranko!” Nodoka said, almost excited by the prospect. Ranko sighed, worried about what that could mean. She didn't fancy the idea of a boyfriend. So with dread, she picked them both up while her mother opened the door, opening the envelope to read the letter.

By the time you read this, you will have already been paralysed.

Ranko's eyes widened. She had fallen for it, stepped right into the trap. Even as Nodoka headed inside, Ranko coughed, dropping both items and staggering in. She felt dizzy and light-headed, and her arms and legs were starting to feel numb. She knew that she would soon succumb to full paralysis if she wasn't careful.

“Ranko, you don't look so well. What's wrong?”

“Mum... I've been poisoned, you need to get back!” she gasped out, worried that her mother would be attacked, or caught in the cross-fire at least. Kodachi had demonstrated how little she cared about collateral damage.

And then, it turned out that it was pointless to close the door: Kodachi was already inside. Smirking, she stepped out from the cupboard under the kitchen sink (of all the places, why there? Ranko asked herself mentally), and hurled a juggling-hoop, the outer edge bladed, right at her nemesis. Ranko half-dived, half-fell, hitting the ground as the hoop sheared part of her skirt off. She struggled to get back to her feet as the next one was thrown, this one merely hitting the wall as the redhead rolled aside. Once she reached the wall, she used it for support, standing, and waited.

Kodachi made the leap, wanting to put her foe away quickly, and aimed a graceful high kick, right at Ranko's head. Ranko knew to dodge though, and bodily shoved her opponent back. In her poisoned state, it was almost all she could do to defend herself. Never mind a special Anything Goes attack, she could barely throw a punch. Kodachi did back off, but knew she had the upper hand. It was all too simple, she just needed to wait. Soon enough, Ranko toppled to her knees, swaying in place as she started to fall.

Kodachi stepped back in, and wrapped her ribbon around Ranko's neck, getting ready to twist.

“Revenge is mine, and I can finally be rid of you and get you out of the way of me and my beloved Ranma! Ohohohoho!”

But she didn't deal that finishing blow, she didn't snap Ranko's neck. Not because she didn't want to, but because with a flash of metal, the ribbon was cut near her hands, and suddenly there was a blade at her throat. The katana was not a weapon designed for extremely-close range assassination-style throat-slitting, but there was nothing actually ruling it out.

“That kind of behaviour will not be tolerated in this house, young lady. I suggest you place your hands out in front of you so you can't do anything funny, then slowly lie down on your face.”

Feeling the blade so close, Kodachi gulped. She was crazy, not stupid. And so, realising she was beaten (Damn, so close!), she did as instructed, slowly laying down next to Ranko, before finally placing her hands on the back of her head. The blade moved away when she was mostly there, but she could feel the tip pressing lightly against the back of her leotard.

“Even if I was to accept this kind of fighting between ladies, the use of poison and trickery is deceitful and most unbecoming. I see so clearly now that you are in need of a very painful lesson. A lesson that I have no intention of letting my daughter miss out on seeing, considering she is the victim of your attack.”

I just hope she can witness this without... no, we went over that. I know I can trust her now.

“I give you three options, young lady. The first is jail – I call the police, and you are put away where you probably belong. The second is you try to fight me and I end your life here. The third option, the kind one, is that you accept your defeat with grace, and take the punishment of my choosing: a very sore bottom.”

Kodachi scowled, cursing her luck, but knew where her best odds lay.

“...very well, I'll take the whacking. Get it over with.”

Nodoka slapped the girl's bottom as hard as she could, leaving a distinct handprint.

“That is not the way you speak in this situation – and besides, I will not be getting it over with. Once Ranko has recovered from your poison, she will be helping hold you in place, and witnessing the beating I shall give you.”

“...I apologise. It should wear off soon, if she didn't inhale much, so soon you will be able to inflict the punishment on me. I choose the option of corporal punishment.”

“Very well.”

And so, not long after, Ranko found she once again had movement in her limbs, and was finding breathing to be easier. Slowly, she got to her feet, still a little wobbly, and wiped the sweat from her brow.

“I really need to be more careful with this sort of thing.”

“Oh, I imagine after today, you won't have to worry about this sort of thing becoming relevant ever again. Ranko, please be a dear and fetch the wooden spoon, then take a seat on the couch.”

“Huh? Okay...”

She did as instructed, a little confused, as Nodoka led Kodachi over there. Showing little care for Kodachi's modesty, she peeled the leotard off her completely – resisting the temptation to just slice it away, leaving the girl to walk home naked after the punishment. Once the Black Rose was bared, she guided her over Ranko's lap, before pulling a chair over and sitting opposite her daughter.

“Okay, hold her firmly in place, Ranko dear. Don't let her kick too much or escape. Just keep her there, while I get to work on administering a long-overdue punishment.”

And so Ranko did just that, using one arm to hold her firmly around the waist, and the other to help keep her legs locked in tight. Kodachi didn't have much chance of escape, but even if she did, it hardly mattered: she would have to roll free, escape quickly, then make her way home in the nude, all the while knowing Nodoka would probably call the police.

And so, Nodoka began the spanking. She didn't hold back, either. She could not stand the thought that someone would try to murder her own precious daughter, so unleashed a fury far beyond what she had ever used on Ranko. Over and over again she slammed her palm against Kodachi's unyielding bottom. Every single time she left a deep pink blush, that only got worse with each smack. It hadn't been long since the cane welts had fully healed – there were faint lines remaining still, in fact – but that was no matter to Mrs. Saotome. She just kept unleashing those hard smacks, the quickly-reddening glow overwriting any marks from the cane.

Ranko winced at the sight. She didn't realise her mother had actually been holding back all those previous times. She was sure that a few of those punishments had actually been all-out, putting all of her strength behind them. But they didn't compare to this. As Kodachi started to weep, tears trickling down her face, and her buttocks started to turn cherry red, Ranko realised just how lucky she was, and did not envy Kodachi, especially given she still had the spoon coming up.

But it seemed Nodoka was going to be content to use her hand for quite some time. She just kept letting those hard slaps land, again and again, covering Kodachi's normally-pale bottom until it was a deep, crimson red. Her bottom practically glowed. Only then did she decide her work was done.

“I have a good mind to roll her over and punish the other side, like you experienced Ranko. But... this was not a sexual transgression. I will show restraint.”

She calls this restraint? Ranko wondered.

Nonetheless, Nodoka finished with her hand, and took hold of the wooden spoon. Having felt it on her own bottom a number of times, Ranko clenched her teeth. She still had painful memories from it, and knew she would feel it again some time. Fortunately for her, this was not that time though.

Once Nodoka renewed her blitz on Kodachi's already-red bottom, the gymnast let out a screech of pain. She wasn't expecting it to hurt that much, and Nodoka was putting so much force behind every smack that Ranko thought (hoped?) the spoon would break. But no, it was not to be. Each time it landed, skin darkened, bruising and starting to turn purple. It seemed her mother wanted to unleash an extremely thorough punishment on the girl over Ranko's lap.

Ranko couldn't blame her, she herself still felt some resentment over that attack on her life, but being used to such attacks – it was previously how she kept track of what day it was – she didn't care as much as one might expect. Surprisingly, she was finding herself showing sympathy for Kodachi already, despite what the girl tried to do.

It only ended a good minute later – by the time Nodoka was done. Kodachi's bottom was not so much covered in the oval, purple blotches of the spoon as just one giant purple, throbbing surface. Kodachi was trying to kick, squirm and crawl free, but it was no good. To her credit though, not once did she try to reach back and cover herself.

“Okay Ranko, can you spread her bottom cheeks now?”

Ranko gasped. She didn't realise that part of the punishment would happen. She blushed, embarrassed by the idea.

“Um... okay.” she replied, quietly, reaching down. Kodachi flinched at the contact, and Ranko rested her hands gingerly on the bruised buttocks, before – as gently as possible – pulling them to the sides, completely exposing Kodachi's anus to her. So close up, she had to admit she was still aroused by The Black Rose's body. She blushed further, no longer sexually aroused this time. She was just too concerned for her.

With a loud crack, the reverse side of the spoon smacked right against that pale little pucker. Kodachi jerked and wailed, surprised that the spoon hurt more than the thin, wicked groove strap the headmistress had used. From just the one, there was a pink glow to her rosebud and the surrounding skin. Her bottom hole twitched from the pain, but there were more to come.

The second caused a loud squeal, and her anus had a decidedly red look to it. The third made that completely red, and by the time the fifth had landed, it was purple and swollen. She could not help the twitching and clenching, face streaked with tears.

“Ranko, do you think she has had enough for her actions?”

Breathing heavily from this, filled with concern, Ranko nodded.

“...yes, mother. She really has.”

Nodoka smiled.

“I'm glad you agree. You really are quite forgiving, you know.”

Inside, Ranko realised what was happening: she was losing more of Ranma to Ranko. She actually was becoming soft and feminine, having more sympathy for even Kodachi, rather than being caught up in herself. But somehow that didn't scare her: it felt better. To be a little less self-centred, and to care for others so easily actually felt good to her.

“Young lady,” Nodoka said to Kodachi, interrupting Ranko's train of thought, “you have been spared prison, and your punishment is over. However, you look like the type of girl to hold a grudge, and to try it again. Let me warn you that it would be most ill-advised. Furthermore, I think you are in need of regular attitude adjustments, to change your ways. Conveniently, Ranko here is in need of practice, as she could very well be a mother some day. Therefore, in one week you will report here for her to practice her spanking on, and you will obey her. This will help tame your nature, I feel.”

Both girls did a doubletake, eyes going wide at this. But she didn't allow either to protest.

“So, with that sorted, you may stand up and rub your bottom. When you feel ready, regaining your composure, you may get dressed and leave.”

Still crying, Kodachi got to her feet with a wince. She reached back, and could feel the size her buttocks had swollen to. And that just made it worse, they rubbed together – rubbing over the very tender flesh between that was also swollen from the punishment she had received.

Ranko then stood, tears appearing at the corners of her eyes, and wrapped her arms around Kodachi.

“We don't need to fight, k? Please, let's just have a truce. I don't want to see you hurt like this, and I just know we can put the past grudges behind us. I'm not going to keep you away from Ranma. Just... please, no more.”

Somewhat stunned by this show of affection, Kodachi numbly returned the embrace, remaining like that for some time, before she eventually stepped back.

“I... I will see you at school, Ranko.”

Slowly and painfully, she put her leotard back on, her blistered bottom peeking out, and made a quick exit. There was no trail of petals, no trademark laugh. She seemed honestly changed, for a while at least.

“Ranko, that was most caring and responsible of you. And whereas before, witnessing a punishment brought out a disgusting, lustful side, this time it has not. It has brought out your tender side. You're growing up, Ranko.”

At this, Ranko just smiled.

To Be Continued

Interested in seeing what happens next? Then look forward to chapter ten: Ladies Always Attend, where Ranko decides to make an attempt at finding a cure to her curse, to return to normal – or even the “normal” that was before the current events. Does she succeed? Where does this cure lie? Will it go down well that she must skip school for this? Keep reading to find out, and if you have an idea, remember, I read the suggestions in your reviews~
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