Haruka's Fanfiction

The following wasn't written as a fic, but rather as (edited) excerpts from a SPANKING RPG called ‘Spanking Refugee Vent’ or ‘Sprefvent’ for short. In it I play characters from various fandoms including Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Sailormoon, X-Men, Death Note, Fruits Basket etc. The setting for some of my characters is based in Michiru’s and my Alternate Universe and so are not necessarily canon. Same-sex relationships may be included. Please note that although spanking is the main topic in the RPG, characters are allowed to vent about other things, so not ALL excerpts may contain spanking. Also know that the game has been going on for years, re-starting many times, so settings, characters, and their situations will change often.

Sprefvent - Compilation 27

By Haruka (haruka@eastlink.ca)

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I guess it was a pretty feeble hope that Richard would forget everything that happened the night before. Barring that, I wished for some big werewolf issue to come up that would distract him (the more time between the incident and when he confronted us, the better.)

No such luck either way. I tried to play it cool, act like nothing was wrong. He wasn’t buying that, either. Finally, he just said, “Rei, den.”

I made my first smart move by obeying without any flip comments about wolves and dens, or the fact that he was ordering me around like a dog. When we were alone with the door shut, he turned to me and said, “I’m not going to go over it all again. You don’t care and I don’t want to waste my breath.”

“You know, it isn’t true I don’t care,” I said. “It’s true that if we’d been caught by the wrong people, they could have shut the club down. I apologized to Jean-Claude for that.”

“Good,” he said, “but there’s more to it than that. It’s the LAW, Rei. Maybe kids are allowed to patron strip clubs in Japan (yeah, I wish!) but not here. You broke the law.”

If he only knew how often I had broken Makai laws. All for good reasons, but … nah, better not go there. Unfortunately, I went somewhere else just as bad, maybe worse.

“Are you sure this is really about the law?” I drawled. “Or is it mostly to do with your being forced to deal with Jean-Claude and how he might be thinking you can’t handle a couple of wolf cubs?”

“Oh, Zero …,” Silva sighed around my neck.

Yeah, I really do need to have to think before I speak. Or maybe remember that I’m not immune to retaliation. One of those.

Richard’s expression darkened and I swear he gained a couple of inches in height. “Is that what YOU think? I may not know diddly-squat about Makai Knights or gates or Horrors, but I know a damned sight more than you do about werewolves, and I sure as hell know how to deal with disobedient cubs.”

I’ve been picked up and thrown before (Horrors aren’t only ugly, they can be strong, too), but I wasn’t prepared for Richard grabbing the nape of my neck, lifting me off my feet and shoving me none-too-gently into the wall face first. He took hold of the rim of my pants and yanked me back enough that I while I still had my hands against the wall, I was now bending over and braced against it. Not good.

Then he did something I still haven’t forgiven him for. He tore my pants off. LEATHER pants. With his bare hands. I loved those pants. *sniff*

I didn’t get any time to grieve – hell, I barely had half a moment to realize he’d done it before he gave me an open-palmed whack that had enough Ulfric power behind it to make me howl (um, no pun intended.) It didn’t help that I hadn’t been wearing underwear, and was now bare.

I don’t usually yell a lot when I’m struck; it’s a nightly occurrence in my business to take lumps, cuts, what-have-you. But that first wallop started me as well as hurt, and yeah, there was some indignation in my reaction, too. I think Richard realized that and just didn’t give a damn, or maybe he took satisfaction in getting that much from me. I grit my teeth hard and kept them glued together as he continued landing those killer whacks to my bare backside.

I couldn’t help thinking how low I had sunk, to be treated this way when my only crime was being changed into a werewolf and being left to the mercy of this power-tripper. Oh yeah, and the infiltrating the strip club thing, but come ON, did that really warrant THIS kind of humiliation?

We were both breathing hard when he finished, and my backside hurt like it hadn’t since I was a little kid. I think I hated him for that right about then.

“Rei,” he said, “I know you’re not used to answering to an adult in your life, but while you’re here, you’re my responsibility.”

And who asked for that? I wanted to say. But I didn’t. Oz is his ward, not me – I was only there to soothe his conscience because one of his wolves changed me. I could see some logic in his needing to teach me how to handle my wolf side, but I had never agreed to THIS, and if he was waiting for understanding, he could damn well keep waiting.

On the other hand, if all he wanted was to teach me to stay out of the strip club, well, he wins. I won’t be doing that again.

Rei

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Richard, Oz and I were out of town over the weekend. Our presence was requested at a gathering of wolf packs as guests (well, okay, RICHARD was invited, but he wouldn’t even consider that we could stay alone all weekend.) We were on orders to be on our best behavior and not make any waves. I wonder if everything would have gone better if he hadn’t made such a big deal about it. Nah ….

Anyway, at first the gathering wasn’t so bad. Mostly it was meeting a lot of new people and being overwhelmed by a bunch of new scents. Including one I decided I really didn’t like.

In the time since we last talked here, Oz and I have gotten a lot … closer. Part of it was an ‘us vs. Richard’ bonding at first, but the main thing is that he’s attractive, funny, and makes me weak in the knees when he licks behind my ear. Hanging with Oz is what makes having left my homeland and Knight territory bearable, because certainly Richard doesn’t do it for me. He and I are still butting heads more often than not.

So there we were at the gathering, and we’ve done the major part of the meet ‘n greet, and now we’re sitting on a sofa talking about stuff we could be doing if we were back home. I got hungry and asked Oz if he was, too. He was, so I offered to go get something from the snack table (I was hoping for cake, personally.)

I got us a couple of plates filled with assorted food-type stuff and headed back. When Oz came into view, I realized he’d grown a third arm – around his shoulders. Another werewolf was making moves on him, and was being pretty damned pushy about it. I strode up to the couch just as Oz was trying to stand up and Mr. Grabby yanked him back down. Then he did something unforgivable and bit Oz on the back of the neck!

This jerk was trying to dominate Oz, probably reducing him to some kind of one-night-stand status (in his dreams!) Like I was going to let THAT happen! The two plates I’d brought both ended up over Grabby’s head.

He loosened his grip on Oz enough for him to get away (and I think he kneed the guy in the crotch as he scrambled off him, too.) Grabby made another lunge for his ‘prize’, and that’s when I lost it. I caught him around the neck and growled in a way I’ve never heard come from my throat before.

“Touch him again and you lose that hand,” I promised in a low voice.

I guess like me, Grabby fancied himself an Alpha-to-be, and he didn’t take my warning kindly. He clocked me hard on the side of the head with his fist. I saw stars, but didn’t release him. I drew back my own fist and let him have it square in the face.

Needless to say, our actions stopped the gathering cold and everyone jumped back to avoid being caught in the crossfire as we wrestled, punched, snarled and bit (yeah, even in human form, the instincts are there.) Furniture was getting overturned and broken, people were cheering or screaming, and Grabby and I were drawing blood.

Then I felt a strong hand yank me back with enough force that I nearly got whiplash. Richard had arrived on the scene. I guess I was a little crazed, or at least the smell of my opponent’s blood had made me want more, and Richard was now an obstacle holding me back. I ended up biting him on the wrist. He backhanded me so hard I lost consciousness when I hit the ground.

When I woke up, Oz was between me and Richard, shielding me from his wrath. If Richard wanted, he could have knocked him aside no problem, but I guess he figured there had been enough violence. He began talking to the Ulfric who was in command of Grabby, making apologies for me. That pissed me off, but Oz shook his head at me when it looked like I was going to object. He was right; I was in enough trouble.

We left the gathering early, and I heard about it all the way home. Oz tried to tell Richard that I had been defending him, but that only sent Richard into a different tirade about how nothing much would have happened right there with everyone in that room.

“It was ALREADY happening!” I snapped. “He TOUCHED him!”

Richard gave me a suspicious look. “We’re wolves, we touch. Get used to it.”

“No,” I said firmly. “There’s one kind of touching and another, and that other is not acceptable, not where Oz is concerned.”

“Yeah, well, starting a brawl in the middle of a neutral gathering is also unacceptable, which I’m going to teach you when we get home.”

Well, he tried, anyway, but really all I learned from Richard’s painful ‘lesson’ was that some things are worth getting beaten for, and one of them is keeping sleazy creeps from pawing my guy.

Rei

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End of Compilation 27

(2007)

No characters here are mine.

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