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 May 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, TMNT, and RL performers. 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 60

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Most of you should know me – Furukawa Yuuta, dancer, actor, singer. You'll recall that I was living here with Bishop, Maya, Yasuka and Hiroki until we all left suddenly (and no, it wasn't because of that party disaster we had. -_-;) There was something going on that the Checkmate Four (the royalty of Fangire that includes Bishop and Maya) had to deal with. It wasn't going to be safe for us, so they were sending us home to our parents. Yasuka and Hiroki were okay with that; they already had a pretty good handle on their powers. For me, it wasn't so easy. Sometimes I can control my Siren power, but sometimes it still gets away from me. My parents aren't able to help, and are still a little afraid of me.

I was talking to Warren on the phone yesterday, telling him my dilemma. He said he had an idea, then told me he'd call me back after he looked into it. What he was doing was asking Professor Xavier if I could move into the X-house, and he agreed. He spoke with my parents, and as of tomorrow, I'll be relocating once again to join you all.

I'm grateful for this second chance, and also to be back with people who might be able to help me gain better control over my Changechild power.

Yuuta

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You’re all aware of how Jean and I have NOT been getting along since I moved in (and really, ever since the party incident when I still lived with Bishop and Maya.)

Before school this morning, I was called into the Professor's office. Logan was there, too, and both of them were looking grim.

"Yuuta, I have one question for you," the Professor said. "Do you smoke?"

I know I went pale. It was my biggest secret, and I'd been careful to conceal it. I wanted to lie, but knew better than to attempt it with a psychic peering at me.

"Yes," I admitted, "but how did you find out?"

"I overheard a conversation where someone mentioned it," Logan growled. "I wanted to find out for sure, so I searched your room." He tossed my pack of cigarettes on the desk.

I stared at him incredulously. "You WHAT?! You went through my stuff and invaded my privacy —!"

"I opened the door and took a whiff," Logan said in an even tone. "MY nose can pick up the scent of a pack of cigarettes even if it hasn't been opened."

I almost snapped at him and demanded to know how come he was just smelling them now then, since I've left the house with a pack on me before. But, I never, EVER smoked them in the neighbourhood. So how could anyone here have known about it?

"Who gave it away?" I demanded. "Who was talking about it? I have a right to know!"

"That's not important –" the Professor started, but I interrupted by slamming my palms onto his desktop.

"It IS! I never smoked anywhere around here – only outside the neighbourhood! I told only ONE person about it and that person wouldn't tell anyone else!" My gaze snapped toward Logan. "It was Jean, wasn't it? She pulled it out of my mind — that's the only way anyone here could have found out!"

They glanced at each other and I knew I was right. Maybe I was a dead man, but I would take my snitch down with me.

"I told you I overheard it, kid," Logan said non-committally. "No one told me deliberately."

"She's PSYCHIC, Logan! She knew you were nearby and set you up!"

"That's enough, Yuuta," the Professor said sternly. "Right now we're here to discuss YOU. I don't care that you've kept the smoking away from the neighbourhood – that was undoubtedly to hide the fact that you were doing it." He threw the pack into his wastebasket. "From this moment on, you're going cold turkey."

"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I promise I won't smoke around here, but you can't keep me from smoking outside this neighbourhood."

Logan moved in, attempting to push his face close to mine. With me standing at 5'11 1/4" and he nowhere near that, it shouldn't have worked. Still, I was the one who stepped back an inch.

"Bare your backside, kid," he ordered.

My jaw dropped, but I knew better than to argue my case. Smoking at sixteen was against any adult's rules, and it wasn't likely I could make them see reason.

I've heard things here about how hard Logan spanks, and all I can say is that you guys weren't exaggerating. Over and over that adamantium-lined hand slammed against my naked butt, causing a fresh explosion of pain. I had been ordered to bend over the Professor's desk for this, which meant the man seated there could see my face clearly. It made me want to keep my expression schooled, but that resolution failed as the pain grew.

With every whack, I could almost see Jean laughing at me. Of course, with her power, maybe she really was projecting that image into my mind.

It was only my anger that kept me from crying much (my eyes were wet — I couldn't help that.) Not so much mad at the Professor or Logan — they weren't doing anything my own parents wouldn't do. But when Logan allowed me to dress and saw my blazing eyes, he misunderstood.

"Don't give me that look, kid. You knew you were breaking the rules —"

"It's not you, Logan," the Professor said, studying me.

"Huh," Logan muttered. "Anyway, I'm sorry I had to do that, Twinkletoes (he's adopted that nickname for me – what is it with Logan and nicknames for kids?) but quitting smoking is hard, so I had to make a strong impression. Keep that walloping in mind whenever you're tempted, because if I catch you again, you'll get the same thing."

I nodded without saying anything. What was left to say?

"You're dismissed," the Professor told me.

I left the room and went straight into Warren's arms. I hadn't known that he'd been waiting for me, but I was grateful for his presence.

And after all that, I still had to sit on a chair all day for school. The only bright spot in the entire thing was realizing that throughout it all, my Siren power hadn't leaked, nor had I thought to use it. Just as well, that.

Jean was late for class. I'd like to think I had something to do with that, but if anything else happened, she's been careful not to show it.

Yuuta

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End of Part 60

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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