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. Since the Jan 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from X-Men, Kamen Rider Kiba, and several ‘real person’ Tenimyu performers. The use of the term ‘Changechildren’ comes from my fic series of the same name. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. 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 56

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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I suppose it says something about me when, at the moment Bishop and Maya told me that they were going away for the weekend, my first thought was 'party!'

In fact, it kept running through my head the whole time Bishop was giving me the 'departing guardian' lecture. Kind of like this:

"Now Yasuka, you're the eldest, so you'll be in charge."

"Sure, Bishop (party!) No problem."

"We expect you to be responsible and make sure the household runs as smoothly as if we were here."

"Don't worry about a thing (party!) I'll take care of the place."

And like that. I'll have to admit that despite my being the eldest, I'm still surprised they'd pick me to be in charge. My track record isn't that great, and Yuuta's only a year younger than me, but with a better reputation for behaviour. Oh well, their lapse in judgment would be my gain. PARTY!

Hiroki was jazzed when I told him of my plans, but of course, Yuuta hesitated. "I don't know, Yasuka, they're trusting us to behave in their absence. Don't you think we should --"

"You can ask Warren to be your date for the party," I cajoled.

"Okay," he replied promptly. "So what should we serve?"

Planning didn't take much time. We figured any kid in the neighbourhood could come so long as they brought something to contribute (most notably - food.) We started making phone calls and asking that the word be spread to everyone but parents. By 7:00, we had moved the furniture, made space for snacks, and had music playing just loudly enough for a party WITHOUT attracting adult attention from nearby houses. Then kids started arriving!

I think almost everyone showed up, but I didn't make a guest list, so I can't be sure. Yuuta was happy that Warren came and that he asked him to dance. Hiroki was buzzing around like a good little host bee, and I had enlisted Jason's help in setting up a Twister tournament.

Now, normally I'm not much of a drinker, but somehow, it didn't seem right not to at least have an alcoholic option for our party. That’s why Hiroki and I liberated some of Bishop and Maya's private stock (Hiroki phased his hand through the locked glass door.) Then we laid out the bottles along with soda and juice choices. See? We didn't force it on anyone; is it our fault everyone went for the good stuff at least once?

Okay, not everyone ....

"Yasuka," Scott came up to me, holding a paper cup with a few drops of wine in it, “I just took this from Kitty! Where did the alcohol come from?!"

"The cabinet in the dining room," I replied, then clapped him on the back. "Relax, Scott -- there's not enough for everyone to get drunk, just to feel good."

"Oh, Kitty's feeling good all right," he said dryly. "Good enough that she and Hiroki are taking turns running through people and laughing like it's the funniest thing in the world!"

I looked over and saw what he meant. "Well, no one seems to mind much --"

"That's because they were all drinking, too!" he yelled in frustration, flailing his arms like he was about to take flight.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked lightly, trying to sound unconcerned, but I had a sudden vision of Hiroki losing control of his power while phasing half-way through somebody. That could be messy.

Scott echoed my unspoken concerns. "Hiroki doesn't have full control of his power yet! Even Kitty has trouble sometimes! It's dangerous!"

"Scott," came Yuuta's voice from behind him, and Scott turned to face him; bad idea. Upon sight, Yuuta eyes held Scott's prisoner, even from behind the ruby quartz glasses. "Leave Yasuka alone. If you're not enjoying yourself, leave the party, but keep quiet about what you've seen here."

Scott hesitated, then walked away silently, heading for the front door.

"Thanks," I told Yuuta with a relieved grin, “but I kind of thought you wouldn’t approve, either.”

He glanced back toward the party. “Kitty and Hiroki are tired of their risky phasing game now and are dancing together, so it’s okay. Besides,” he admitted sheepishly and held up his own cup, “I had a taste myself, so I can’t cast stones.”

I was about to say something in reply when I saw something frightening behind him; Jean was heading our way, and she looked incensed. My eyes widened in realization. “Yuuta --!” I started to warn him, but it was too late. His cup dropped to the floor suddenly and he put both hands to his head. “AHHH!” he cried in pain.

“I saw what you did and how DARE you use that Siren power of yours against Scott?!” the redhead declared angrily. “He was just worried about the younger kids and had legitimate concerns!”

“Jean, it was me, not him!” I tried to intervene, fearful for Yuuta, who was down on his knees whimpering now. “I’m the one who decided to bring out the booze!”

“Jean, stop it!” I heard Warren protest as he rushed toward us to save Yuuta. His voice distracted her for the half-second Yuuta needed to be free from her control. He whipped his head up to glare at her and suddenly SHE was the one reeling.

“Get OUT!” he ordered. “Go home and mind your own business!”

I believe I've mentioned that when mild-mannered Yuuta finally gets angry, it can be bad, and this is an example. Warren was holding his shoulders from behind for support, but seemed to feel as helpless as I did with the mind control war going on between he and Jean. We could see her struggling to fight Yuuta's command, but he was just angry enough that he wouldn't tear his determined eyes from hers until she finally turned away to obey his order.

Once Yuuta uses his power, he’s used to having the person do what told them to without stopping. But Jean was a telepath, and once eye contact was broken, her own power was able to reassert itself. She'd taken only a few steps before she regained control, spun around, and used her other power of telekinesis to slam Yuuta backwards forcefully through the air. Unfortunately for Warren, he was still standing behind Yuuta at the time, and even more unfortunately, the two of them crashed into the stereo at full speed.

The party broke up very quickly after that and some kids rushed out in fear while others stayed to see what might happen next. The destruction of the stereo and Warren being caught in the crossfire had sobered Jean, who was visibly horrified at her violent display of temper. Yuuta was shaken, but unhurt, thanks to Warren, whose wings had cushioned his own impact to some degree.

"What the hell's going on here?!"

We all looked over in dismay at Logan’s arrival on the scene.

“How did you --?” I started to say. Had Yuuta’s power not fully worked on Scott, enabling him to tell on us?

“Scott came home carrying this.” Logan held up the paper cup that still had some wine in it; the one Scott had taken from Kitty earlier. Why hadn’t I thought to get it from him before he left? Stupid!

The remaining kids were trying to slip out unnoticed, but Logan’s dark glare nailed each one of them. “Everyone who doesn’t live here -- go home. Your guardians will either hear about this from me or you; your choice.”

“I’ll stay for now, if it’s okay,” Jean said quietly. “To explain my side.”

“Fine,” Logan growled. “Start explaining.”

I have to give Jean credit in that she didn’t embellish on what Yuuta did nor minimize her own actions. Yuuta was the same way, and with lowered eyes told how he had manipulated Scott first and then tried to do the same to Jean. As for me, openly admitting everything isn’t exactly my style, but it was hard to hide anything considering the evidence surrounding me. The only thing I was able to do was keep Hiroki’s involvement in liberating the wine from the cabinet out of it. Bishop and Maya would probably figure that out later, anyway.

“Okay, here’s how it’s going to be,” Logan told the three of us after he’d sent Jean home. “Since you’ve proven that you can’t be left alone for five minutes without supervision, I’m gonna stay here tonight. Tomorrow I’ll get one of the other parents to take over, and then another on Sunday until Bishop and Maya get back.”

“Are you going to punish us?” Hiroki asked with a world-class pout. He must have still been slightly affected by the wine or he’d never have brought that up, which was why I didn’t hit him for it.

“Well, you can consider yourselves grounded until your guardians come home,” Logan stated. “But that’s just to keep you within sight. For punishment, you’ll have to wait for them.”

So Logan stayed that night and supervised our clean-up. On Saturday, Wonder Woman served babysitting duty, and it was a very long, nerve-wracking day in which we did nothing but worry about what would happen on Sunday.

Speaking of which, it is now Sunday, and Bishop and Maya will be home this afternoon. Richard the werewolf is here acting as jailer until they arrive. I can’t even turn invisible and head for the hills because he can smell my scent if I get anywhere near the door, even if invisible.

It’s been another long day, but still not long enough. I’m sorry for anyone else who got in trouble over this, but rest assured that our own hours are numbered.

Yasuka

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When Bishop and Maya got home, we couldn’t even hold out a feeble hope of hiding what happened from them because Richard was still there. You can imagine how it went over to have them walk in and see him first thing.

“What did they do?” Bishop asked flatly.

“Hey!” I protested. “How do you know we did anything? Maybe we were injured or someone broke in –“

Bishop gave me a withering look, then faced Richard again. “What did they do?”

“They threw a party Friday night,” Richard told him. “Alchohol was served, a fight broke out, and your stereo was a casualty.”

“Gee, you put it THAT way, it sounds bad,” Hiroki muttered.

The two men continued to ignore us as Richard gave the details on what went down. Maya, at the word ‘fight’, had come over to see if we were okay.

“Thank you for staying with them,” Bishop told Richard. “We’ll be sure to thank Logan and Wonder Woman, too. Rest assured that we will take it from here.”

Maybe HE could rest assured, but the three of us were nervous as hell. Hiroki couldn’t stand still, Yuuta had a tissue in his hands that he was slowly destroying, and I was chewing my lower lip like it was a wad of gum.

When the door shut behind Richard, it sounded like a gunshot and made all of us jump. Bishop walked over to stand in front of us and I was reminded again of how short I was compared to the other two. And Bishop even towered over them, seeming more imposing by the anger evident in his eyes.

“So what happened, Yasuka?” he demanded. “Did you start planning this party the moment you found out we were leaving?”

“Pretty much, yeah,” I admitted sheepishly.

His look darkened. “This isn’t funny. Not only did you throw an unsupervised party, but you had _alcohol_?! Where did you get that, anyway?”

“Uhhh …,” I really didn’t want to admit to this, but what else could I do? “It was … um … yours. We got it from the dining room cabinet.”

Maya frowned and went to investigate. She came back looking puzzled. “It’s still locked and undamaged, but there are bottles missing.”

Bishop honed in immediately on Hiroki, who cringed. “I assume you performed some ‘sleight of hand’, so to speak?”

He swallowed and nodded.

“You could have prevented this whole thing by refusing to steal the wine,” Bishop said sternly. “You’re fifteen years old and can make decisions for yourself – you don’t have to go along with what the others want. Plus, you’re too young to be drinking and you know it.”

“I’m sorry,” Hiroki said in a subdued voice.

“Sorry for what you did or sorry you got caught?” Maya inquired sagely.

“Can’t it be both?” he asked hopefully.

“If it isn’t, it soon will be,” Bishop said grimly. “Come here.”

Hiroki made a little squeaking sound, but moved over to stand in front of Bishop, who took his elbow and brought him to the couch. He sat down and gave Hiroki a look. “Pants. Now.”

I saw Hiroki go from being slightly pale to bright red, but he did what he was told and pushed down his pants. Bishop took him over his lap before tugging down his underwear to preserve his dignity in front of Maya, who was consciously looking away, anyhow.

The first swat caught Hiroki unprepared and he yelped. Or maybe he was just a noisy spankee by nature, because as the punishment continued in sharp, steady blows, he cried out on every one.

You have to remember that this was the first spanking dealt out in this house since we moved in, and none of us had known exactly what to expect. Now that we did, we wished we didn’t. Yuuta and I looked at each other fearfully; if Hiroki was getting it this badly, what would WE have to face for our part in all of it?

Hiroki’s backside turned from pink to rosy to fire-engine red as we continued to watch, unable to look away. If he’d been trying at all to hold back in his reactions, he sure wasn’t anymore. He was crying hard and struggling to escape, but Bishop’s hold was solid. Kicking feet, squirming around, hands grabbing at the couch and Bishop’s calf – none of it worked. It seemed that he would remain right where he was until our guardian finished with him.

That is, until he started to sink through Bishop’s leg and the couch. Bishop stopped just short of whacking his own thigh.

“Hiroki!” he said sharply. “Stop phasing!”

Our ‘brother’ gasped; he hadn’t realized he was doing it – he’d just been trying to escape the pain and his body found a way. He raised himself up again, solidified, and reluctantly lowered himself back into position. Bishop cautiously placed a hand against his bottom to make sure he hadn’t gone to the other extreme and turned hard as rock, but he must have passed the test because the spanking started up again (much to Hiroki’s tearful dismay.)

Personally, I was kind of wishing he’d done the rock-hard changeover; then maybe Bishop’s hand would be too sore by the time it was our turn.

Which came all too soon, although I know it wasn’t soon enough for Hiroki.

“All right, you can get up.”

Slowly, and undoubtedly painfully, Hiroki pushed himself up and got dressed, his shoulders shaking as his breathing hitched. Bishop caught his hand so he would look at him.

“We’ll talk soon,” he said gently. “Don’t go away.”

Hiroki wiped his eyes, hiccupped, and nodded, moving aside to be comforted by Maya.

“Yuuta,” Bishop’s voice was stern again.

Our ballet dancer sort of shuddered, then resignedly went over to the couch.

“You knew better than to drink, and to allow alcohol to be served to minors in this house,” Bishop said, bravely holding Yuuta’s gaze as he spoke. You never knew when his power would activate. “Moreover, you compounded your crime by using your power against others more than once, getting Warren hurt in the crossfire, and as a result of it all, destroying the stereo. Misuse of your power is exactly the opposite of what you’re supposed to be here for, and you also need to learn to control that temper of yours. Do you understand?”

A single tear slipped down Yuuta’s face. “Yes,” he whispered.

The Siren power must have been leaking along with Yuuta’s tears and Bishop recognized it just in time to force his gaze away before it could overtake him. “Pants,” he ordered brusquely.

Sniffling softly, Yuuta obeyed, and soon found himself over Bishop’s lap, butt laid bare and waiting.

His spanking wasn’t that different from Hiroki’s in force or duration, but Yuuta didn’t struggle or fuss. He bore it as quietly as he could, and only when the pain (or maybe his guilt) forced it out of him did he finally make any sound that proved he was suffering. I shivered in empathy, and wondered whether I’d be able to hold back like that. Somehow, I doubted it.

Like with Hiroki, when Bishop let Yuuta get up and dress, he took a moment to ask him to stick around so they could talk afterwards. Yuuta nodded soberly, and managed to cast sympathetic wet eyes toward me before turning to receive consolation from Maya.

“Yasuka.”

Dun dun DUN. Turning invisible was looking pretty good about then, but the problem was, I’d eventually have to make myself visible again if I wanted to continue a career in front of the camera. With a heavy sigh, I walked the last mile (or six feet) to stand before Bishop.

“You were in charge,” he said, his tone uncompromising. “You didn’t just allow this to happen, you started it. Someone got hurt on your watch, Yasuka; maybe not seriously, but damaged none-the-less.”

“I’m sorry,” I said earnestly. “I really didn’t want anything like that to happen –“

“But it did. And it happened because you broke the rules and then encouraged others to break them as well.”

“I guess I’m not going to be in charge again anytime soon, huh?” I asked with a feeble smile.

“Not likely,” Bishop replied frankly. “We trusted you, and you willingly and knowingly gave up that trust. Pants.”

I won’t say that I barely felt the spanking because of my guilt; that would be stupid and a lie. I felt it, and it HURT. The guilt was there, though – it had been all along, from back when I saw Yuuta and Warren slam into the stereo, to when I read the accounts of the others having to deal with this at home, and while watching Yuuta and Hiroki get punished. It HAD all started with me, after all.

The guys told me later that I wasn’t as noisy as Hiroki, nor as quiet as Yuuta while getting spanked. It was hard for me to tell; I was too busy wishing it was over.

When it finally was, Bishop told all three of us that he and Maya cared about us; that was the whole reason for them having taken us in at this time when we needed understanding and support for our powers. Part of that was having to correct us when we did wrong, and he wouldn’t hesitate to do so again in the future if we made it necessary. However, no matter how often he punished us, it would always be because he cared, and that wouldn’t change no matter what we did. There was a group hug and more tears, and then we went to our rooms to reflect and heal.

I thought about calling everyone who was at the party to apologize, but just couldn’t gear myself up for it. You’re all reading it here, anyway, so you know how I feel. I still think the party itself wasn’t a bad idea (even if Bishop and Maya wish I did), but the booze definitely was. I won’t make that mistake again.

Next time I throw a party, you’ll all just have to get light-headed on my sunny personality instead. ;)

Yasuka

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End of Compilation 56

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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