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, Death Note, Garo, Fruits Basket, Gekirangers, Kamen Rider Den-O, AAA, etc. The PoT characters are based around my Changechildren AU fic, and so are not necessarily canon. Same-sex relationships are 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.


Sprefvent - Compilation 49

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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I apologize to anyone reading this who saw what happened in History class this morning. It wasn’t planned, but maybe it should have been expected.

Before school this morning, my sister Chiaki and I had a little argument. Nothing major, but it sort of set the tone for our mood when we went to class. I was grouchy, and she was grouchy. We were sitting next to each other, which normally is fine, but today gave us too many opportunities to get on each other’s nerves.

“You didn’t have to say what you did earlier,” she muttered to me.

“You started it at breakfast with kicking me under the table,” I countered, keeping one eye on the teacher, who happened to be that blue woman – Mystique?

“No, YOU started it before that, in my room!” my sister whispered.

“It was supposed to be a joke.”

“What’s funny about throwing a freezing-cold blanket on me when I’m still asleep?!”

I couldn’t resist a tiny smirk. “Hey, it took a lot of effort to squeeze that thing into the freezer overnight ….”

She clocked me across the head with her textbook. I blinked once, then pounced on her.

Our family is used to these fights between Chiaki and I. That’s not to say they ENJOY them, because although the two of us are super-close and love each other like crazy, when we get into fights like these, watch out! Fangs are bared, claws come out, and anyone near ground zero is safest by just staying out of it.

I vaguely heard some screaming and shouting, but was too occupied with biting my sister’s shoulder and twisting her hair while at the same time protecting my most sensitive areas from her vicious kicks and punches. Chiaki is tiny, but strong, and I’m the only one brave (or stupid) enough to take her on in an all-out brawl.

Our chair and desk had long since crashed over and the two of us were grappling, snarling and hissing, on the floor when I felt a strong hand on the back of my head and suddenly my forehead met Chiaki’s so forcefully that I saw stars.

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing in the middle of my class?!” Mystique yelled at us. Once I could focus again, I realized she must have slammed our heads together. “I don’t care how new you are to this place, physical fights are not allowed here unless they take place in the Danger Room under strict supervision!” She grabbed both of us by the back of the collar and began hauling us up to the front of the room. I’ve got to hand it to her; she obviously had no qualms about our being vampires or the rapidly-healing ribbons we’d cut in each other’s flesh with our claws and fangs. She’s a tall woman, and both of us were forced to walk on our toes as she dragged us along (I’m surprised Chiaki could touch the floor at all.)

“You go stand in the corner,” she ordered Chiaki, shoving her in that direction, then I suddenly found myself face-down on the teacher’s desk at the front of the room. “What’s your name – Shinjiro, is it? Well, Shinjiro, I’m about to teach you why brawling in this mansion and disrupting my class is a bad idea.”

She unfastened my pants and pulled them down. Thank God I was wearing underwear, and thank Him a second time that she left those on, because I was acutely aware that everyone in the class was watching the show. My fangs, claws, and temper had long-since withdrawn, and now I was just scared and more embarrassed than I could ever remember being before.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her pick up the ruler she had on her desk, and the next moment I personally felt where that ruler had gone. It landed *TWACK!* against my backside with a forceful swing that made tears jump instantly to my eyes.

The spanking kept coming, one crack of the ruler after another. Through the mist of tears, I saw Chiaki facing the corner, her shoulders shaking. I knew that even if she was afraid for herself, right then she was crying for me.

I didn’t count the blows (probably the witnesses know better than me how many there were.) All I knew was that my bottom was seriously stinging when Mystique finally told me I could stand up and switch places with my sister. I pulled up my pants and shuffled over there slowly, keeping my head down, trying not to look at anyone. As Chiaki passed me, I let my hand brush against the back of hers briefly to let her know I was sorry.

Listening to my sister get spanked was worse than getting it myself. She was already crying when it started because of having to listen to mine, and every time she was struck, she made a short yip or whimper or other such pain-indicating sound. I had to dig my nails into my palms to keep from trying to intervene.

When Mystique was finished with us, she sent us to go stand in the hall until the end of class. Both of us were sniffling and wiping our eyes as we obeyed. Once out there, we embraced.

“I’m sorry, Shin-chan,” she whispered tearfully against my chest.

“Me too,” I told her huskily. “Some introduction to our classmates and teacher, huh?”

“It’ll be all over the mansion by noon,” she said miserably. “We were lucky that none of our siblings were in the same class, but they’ll know soon enough. Imagine what Naoya will say.”

“I can’t blame Mystique entirely,” I admitted, pulling out a tissue and wiping my nose. “We DID cause a lot of trouble.”

“I can blame her,” Chiaki groused, rubbing her butt. “She didn’t have to punish us in front of everyone.”

I sighed and shifted position. “Man, I wish my butt healed as fast as the rest of me!”

The door opened again and Mystique came out with us, closing it after her. “I’ve got the class reading from their textbook.” She folded her arms. “I want to know what was going on in there. What could cause a brother and sister to try and destroy each other like that?”

We glanced at each other. What HAD that all been about, anyway?

“It doesn’t matter, Sensei,” I replied. “Chiaki and I just … blow up like that sometimes.”

My sister shrugged. “It doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. We’re really close. We just … well, like Shinjiro said. Every once in a while, a fight explodes into what you saw.”

“Well, I don’t ever want to see that again,” Mystique said firmly. “Vampire healing or not, it’s never good for a brother and sister to deliberately hurt each other, and it sets a bad example to the other kids.”

We nodded quietly, both of us thinking that we’d better contain our more violent battles to our own suite from now on.

She patted us both on the shoulder and told us we could return to class. Personally, I’d have rather remained standing in the hall, but we followed her back in.

As Chiaki predicted, our family all knew what happened by lunch time. Naoya confronted us about it as soon as we set foot in our suite, but he didn’t punish us on top of what Mystique had done; he knew we’d learned our lesson. He DID express his disappointment in our giving everyone such a bad impression of us right off the bat, but I figure that if our Secret Club games didn’t already warp opinions of us, nothing like this could do it.

Shinjiro

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End of Compilation 49

(2008)

No characters here are mine.

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