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/Changechildren, X-Men, Death Note, 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.

NOTE: This portion of the compilation signaled the 7/1/07 re-set of the game with all the players’ characters living in the same mansion.


Sprefvent - Compilation 29

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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I found out the hard way that while the adults want us to learn how to use our powers effectively, they don't want to participate in certain experiments. How hypocritical!

So when I found out that something about Logan makes him weigh a lot (300 lbs?) more than he looks, and Ryoh said that he didn't believe I could get something that heavy in the air, I took it as a challenge and turned off the gravity under Logan. Naturally, he floated up, up, up until his head hit the ceiling. Ryoh had to admit I could do it, which was great, but Logan started bellowing things that weren't so great, and since I couldn't keep him up there forever (even though I wanted to), I turned the gravity back on and he crash-landed. I think he dented the floor, too.

Then he tried to dent my butt by turning me around and landing five hard whacks that made me yell out loud with each one. It was so sudden, I didn't even have any time to mentally prepare, just BANG, and he was on me.

Ryoh's been smirking at me ever since. Would have been nice if he'd given me a shot of good luck just before I let Logan go. *wince*

Gakuto

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Hajimemashite. I am L. Supposedly, I am one of the most brilliant minds in the world, so how did I get into this fix? Oh yes – I agreed to it.

I'm seventeen years old and have spent most of my teenage years in infamous seclusion, solving criminal cases that I find interesting which have baffled police. I was fine with this lifestyle, but the head of Wammy's House, the orphanage of geniuses where I grew up, decided I needed a change. Watari says I've been missing out on the `normal teenage experience.' So he is interrupting me in the middle of my most important case to send me here. I could have refused – I'm independently wealthy now – but I love and respect Watari very much, so I will do this for him.

I am 5'10" (although my stooped posture makes me look shorter) and weigh 110 lbs. Yes, that is underweight, but there's no need to worry about me; I'm perfectly healthy. This despite my exclusively sugar diet. People think I should be fat with the amount of sugar I consume, but my brain burns it off when I'm solving cases. The sugar fuels my thought process. Now that I'm forbidden to work as a detective, I wonder if I'll start to gain weight. I may also start sleeping in a bed instead of sitting at my computer. Maybe the ever-present circles will disappear from under my eyes. Perhaps I'll sit on my backside instead of perching on chairs in a crouch. I might even pick things up firmly instead of with my fingertips and start wearing socks and shoes.

Or maybe not.

The case I was working on when Watari made his decision was the one involving Kira. Criminals have been dropping dead, mostly from spontaneous heart attacks, all over the world, but mostly centering in Japan. Some weaker-minded people dubbed the source of this chaos `Kira' (meant to be `Killer', but in Japanese `Engrish') and hailed him as some kind of savior. In reality, he is a just a mass murderer. It didn't take me long to narrow down the suspects to one in particular, and although he still denies his guilt, his name keeps popping up as `coincidentally' involved one way or another. That would be Yagami Light.

We ended up in close quarters during my investigation. We were even handcuffed together 24/7 for quite a while under the pretense of working on the case together (as I tried to prove his guilt and he persisted in denying it.) What I didn't realize was that being fastened to someone on a short tether for so long would result in another kind of closeness.

Light is not only very intelligent, but he is handsome and personable. Over time, I found myself far less immune to his charms than I would have expected and am now hopelessly in love with him. I wish I could believe he is not Kira, but likewise, my childish pride and need to be right belies that wish. I suppose I no longer know what I truly desire (other than Light's arms around me, ahem.)

In his persistence in proving his innocence to me, Light has accompanied me to this school, although he did not have to. Our close proximity will presumably enable him to convince me that he is not Kira, and at the same time allow us to explore all that comes with a normal teenage existence (including all those raging hormones ….)

You may call me either L or Ryuuzaki (not my real name, but the one I go by when forced out of seclusion.) As I understand that there is also a teacher here called Ryuuzaki, I will be fine with either one.

L

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My thanks to everyone who escorted me to the mall last night. It was an experience I will never forget.

Clothes shopping is not for me, but then I wear the same kind of sweatshirt and jeans every day of my life and have about ten pairs of each. I'm not much of a clothes-horse, I'm afraid.

And don't get me started on shoes.

However, the arcade was really interesting. Playing the videogames, I may not have been that good at it, but it was still fun, and I think with more practice I could decipher better strategies.

That DDR machine was ... well, I discovered I possessed unknown talent, I think. At least after Light-kun got on against me, that is. Perhaps that spirit of competition between us fueled me. I
just hope I didn't hurt anyone.

The food court was my favorite stop. So many sweets, so little time.

L

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I seem to have made a slight mistake. That may or not be a mistake. I'm still deciding.

Taka-san invited me to go out for ice cream. Since he's very shy, this meant a lot to me, and I really wanted to go. So we headed out.

On the way downstairs, we ran into Ryuuzaki-sensei. She saw that we had our jackets on and frowned, asking where we were going. Taka-san explained, and she asked if we had finished our homework. Taka-san said he had, but I wasn't fast enough in saying I had, too (mostly because I haven't.)

However, our Coach said that I couldn't go out until I had done it all. I was frustrated, because she and I both know that I'm a very good student and will get it done tonight no matter what happens. I just didn't want to make Taka-san feel like this was a mistake – he might not get the nerve up to ask me again. So when Ryuuzaki-sensei and I faced off and she said, "Syuusuke, you're staying here until your homework is done." I said, "No, Sensei, we're going out now."

And I was looking into her eyes when I said it.

The other Changechildren know what this can mean, and this time was no exception. I still can't say for sure whether it was an accident or if I sort of wanted it to happen this way, but my Siren power leaked out just enough for her to step down and let us go.

So here we are at the ice cream shop, but it's hard to enjoy myself fully. Taka-san is worried that I'll get in trouble if Ryuuzaki- sensei figures out what happened, and I'll admit, I'm kind of worried about that, too. I'm not sure HOW she would realize it, but I'm still nervous. On the other hand, I can't be sorry that we got to come out after all.

Well, I guess I'll just relax and forget about it until we get home and find out if anyone else saw what happened (which is about the only way I'd get caught.) Um, if anyone reading this knows of any adults hunting me down, I'd appreciate a head's up (although whether I'd use it to come home right away and face the music, or hop a freight train out of town, I'm not sure.)

Syuusuke

P.S. The way things turned out, I ended up confessing to what I'd done as soon as we got back (mostly because Taka-san could see that I was worried about it.) Ryuuzaki-sensei wasn't pleased, but since I confessed, she just grounded me instead of spanking me, yay.

I really need to get a handle on my power, especially when it's in a situation where I want something I'm not allowed to have or do. -_-;

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Did you all see what happened today in power practice?! It was the funniest thing ever, but I swear, if they catch up to Marui Bunta, he's a dead kid!

For anyone who didn't see it (and you'll regret having missed it!), Marui Bunta is the one with probably the brightest red hair in the building and he's always got a wad of gum in his mouth. He's on the Rikkaidai tennis team and (God help us) his Changechild power is being a Mood Maker.

So today, when Logan and Batman were organizing all of us into teams for power practice, Bunta apparently decided to get an early start. I was standing right near him when the two men approached, and I heard Batman tell him to get ready to demonstrate his power. Bunta popped a bubble and winked, saying, "You asked for it, Bats. And you know, you and the Wolfman there are entirely too serious. Don't worry, be happy!"

Batman sort of blinked then turned to look at Logan, who had a puzzled frown on his face. Then, scarily, both of them grinned broadly, joined hands, and started skipping around the room GIGGLING!

Thank God for camera phones! XD XD XD A couple of the X-kids warned Bunta about what would likely happen when they snapped out of it, and he took off for parts unknown, so the two men have been dancing and singing all over the place with no end in sight!

I don't blame Bunta for hiding, I really don't ....

Akira

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Some kids are just party poopers, you know?

I figured since everyone was enjoying the Wolverine and Batman Comedy Hour, I'd let them go like that for as long as possible while I hung out in the stables. I even fell asleep in the loft, and
spent the night there.

I awoke to the sound of my cell phone ringing again. I'd had some of the adults calling me the previous night when they were hunting me down, but I hadn't answered (I'm not stupid.) But this time the
readout said `Yukimura Seiichi.' My team Captain. If I didn't answer THIS one, I might as well write my resignation from the tennis team. Reluctantly, I answered, "Hi, Buchou."

"Don't `hi Buchou' me, Marui Bunta," he said seriously. "Do you have any idea what chaos you've caused with your little stunt?"

"Not entirely, since I haven't been there to witness it," I said cheerfully. "But I've heard the gist of it!"

"The adults aren't amused and want you back here to turn the power off. Now."

"Oh, I don't have to be there to turn it off." I paused, concentrating. "There! It's off!"

"You stayed out all night, Bunta – you're in trouble in more ways than one. You'd better get back here."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh sure, THAT sounds inviting!"

"If you don't get back now, I'll hand you over to Gen'nichirou," he warned. "If you don't, you'll wish you'd only had the adults to deal with."

I gulped. See, Sanada Gen'nichirou is our Vice-Captain, and for a while he was in charge of the team when Yukimura-buchou was in the hospital. Sanada-fukubuchou would slap us around if we did something he didn't approve of (participating in unsanctioned matches, losing, etc.) He's scary, and is even worse now that he's a Changechild. His power is being a Lie Detector. Not good for us.

"Okay," I said quietly, "I'll come back." It's not like I could have stayed away forever.

And that brings us to about ten minutes ago. I'll write up whatever happens once I get inside (right now I'm kind of hovering outside the front door and don't really want to go in. *sigh*)

Bunta

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As it turned out, I didn't even have a chance to go in the house under my own power. I was about to open the door when it opened in front of me and suddenly Logan and Batman were both standing there glowering at me.

"Uh, no hard feelings?" I ventured with a faint smile.

"Oh, there'll be hard feelings, bubble gum boy," Logan promised. "You'll be feeling my hard hand on your backside, now get in here!"

Why he bothered ordering me that way, I don't know, since he just reached out and yanked me inside, anyway.

"Hey, easy does it!" I said. "Can't you guys take a joke?"

With that, Batman turned me around and whacked me so hard I swallowed my gum. "No," he answered.

"Didn't think so," I muttered, rubbing my butt.

Then the two of them started debating over who would get to spank me!

"You want to do it, or should I?" Batman asked.

"Maybe we BOTH should," Logan replied grimly, giving me a glare. "Since we were both made fools of."

I looked from one to the other desperately. "Aw, come one! You don't want to KILL me, do you?!"

It bothered me that neither of them answered right away.

"Let's all go," Logan said finally, dragging me by the back of my collar. I saw both my Captain and Vice-Captain watching as I was hauled down the hallway into the den or library or punishment room or whatever the hell they call it.

The moment the door shut, I turned to face both of them and for an instant, considered pulling out the Power card again to get out of this.

"Don't even think about it," Batman warned. (What, can he read minds now?)

"Hey, look," I said, stalling for time now, "it was an accident, okay? When I said what I said, I wasn't trying to land my power on you – I just meant you should lighten up is all!"

"Right, I believe THAT," Logan said snidely. "Want me to go get Gen'nichirou and test that statement with his own power?"

Damn, they knew I was lying. Okay, next tactic.

"It's not like I MEANT to leave the power going all night or anything! I'm just not that good at controlling it yet, and it wasn't until this morning when I finally hit on the right means to cut it off!"

"I'll go get Gen'nichirou." Batman turned toward the door.

"All right! All right!" I yelled. "I'm lying my face off to save my butt, are you happy now?!"

Logan pushed his face into mine. "Bunta, don't ever use the word `happy' around me again, got it?" He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the sofa.

"Aw, come on, please don't do this!" I begged (what's pride when your butt's on the line?) "Can't you just give me another chance? I won't do it again, really!"

"Damned straight you won't." Logan seated himself on the sofa and began unfastening my pants. I started slapping his hands away.

"Hey, no! You can't do that! PERVERT!" I cried and threw a look over my shoulder. "And YOU'RE a pervert, too, for standing there and watching!"

"I have a right to watch your punishment," Batman said evenly. "I was a victim, too. Consider yourself lucky I won't be spanking you when he's done."

"And shut your trap about the `pervert' stuff," Logan warned me dangerously. "There's nothing perverted about spanking a deserving brat on the bare butt! Your parents obviously agree, since they were told upfront about what kind of punishments we give out here." He yanked my pants AND my underwear down in one big jerk and hauled me over his lap so hard it knocked the wind out of me.

"How old are you again?" Logan asked, hand raised over my poor defenseless bottom.

"Ten!" I answered, fearing I knew why he was asking and hoping to shave a few whacks off my punishment.

"He's fourteen," Batman told Logan. "But give him twenty. Not only did he deliberately shut down power practice, he used his power against two instructors and purposefully did not reverse the effects for almost twenty-four hours. On top of that, he missed curfew, stayed out all night, and lied to us about his actions twice."

"When you put it THAT way, it sounds bad," I said, then yelped as Logan landed the first painful whack.

It hurt, oh MAN, it hurt! I couldn't help yelling out with every smack because even though I knew each one was coming, it still somehow surprised me, both with the arrival and pain.

"OW! Please, stop, you're killing me-OW! No more, come on – OW! Logan, I'm sorry, honest – OUCH!"

Yeah, just multiply that a few more times, throw in my struggling in vain to move my rear out of reach and tears starting to distort my voice and you'll have the gist of the whole miserable scene. And the whole time, I could almost feel Batman's intense stare as he witnessed all of it.

When Logan finally stopped, I got up slowly and painfully. I would have LIKED to jump up and run, but first of all, I was too sore and shaken and second, my pants were around my ankles. I pulled them up, trying to hold back sobs but unable to keep from hissing as the material brushed tender, abused skin.

"Bunta," Logan stood up and put his hands on my shoulders, trying to make me face him, even though I kept my eyes on the ground. "What you did may have seemed funny, but it's not right to use your powers to make someone else helpless and have no will of their own. You wouldn't like it if someone did that to you."

"Didn't you just do that?" I asked, risking a glance into his eyes. "What you did to me made me feel helpless."

"That's different – you deserved that, and it's nothing I wouldn't have done to any other kid who abused his power like you did."

"There are a lot of kids here with a wide variety of powers and capabilities," Batman said. "Think what it would be like if everyone just did their own thing, without regard for each other?"

I imagined the total kid anarchy, and honestly, it didn't sound THAT bad to me, but I knew that wasn't what they wanted to hear. "Yeah, okay," I said, wiping my eyes. "Can I go now? I'm sure Seiichi and Gen'nichirou are still in line waiting to yell at me."

"Just one thing first." Logan shocked the hell outta me by giving me a hug. "Now that you've been punished, there are no hard feelings, the slate's clean. Just don't do it again."

I nodded and left to lick my wounds (well, not literally – that would be a little awkward.)

My Captain and Vice-Captain graciously left me alone. I guess they figured by my slow progress up the stairs, the rubbing of my butt and my sniffling that I'd suffered enough.

I'm pretty miserable right now. Too bad my mood-making power doesn't work on myself.

Bunta

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End of Compilation 29

(2007)

No characters here are mine.

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