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 Sept 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Koishite Akuma, Kamen Rider W, 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 66

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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I just had the following exchange with the man called Logan.

"Hey kid," he said as he passed by, "settling in okay?"

"Yes, fine, the kids seem very welcoming," I replied, then called out, "Mr. Logan, may I ask you something?"

He stopped and looked back. "What?"

I walked over to him. "I heard around school that you're known by another name. What is it?"

"Wolverine," he replied, sounding just the tiniest bit smug.

I closed my eyes and ran a search. "Wolverine ... 23,800,000 hits ... member of the X-Men ... also known as skunk bear --"

Levitation has never been one of my abilities, but suddenly I was hovering above the ground -- with the help of Logan's fist on my shirtfront.

"You wanna say that again, Bub?!" he growled in my face (it can now be noted that I'm not fond of the aroma of old cigar breath.)

"It was in the results!" I answered, wiggling my feet in an attempt to find the floor.

"Then erase it," he snarled, dropping me. "I hear it again, from ANY kid in this house, and it'll be YOUR butt feeling it, got me?" He stomped away. "Welcome to Haven Boarding School!"

I'm not sure what he meant about my butt, however I think it might be beneficial to me somehow if no one ever used the words 'skunk bear' in Logan's presence. Thank you.

Philippe

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Some of you may have missed what happened in the last class of the day yesterday. I was listening to some of the kids talking, and I heard one of them wanted to find out more about nuclear fusion for a project (I believe it was Peter speaking to Hank.) I was bored, so I ran a check in the World Library and came up with 2,240,000 hits on nuclear fusion.

I wanted to write down the pertinent information that came up so that Peter could use it if he wanted (and for my own benefit, as I like to learn from what I find.) Paper isn't big enough for the way I chart and cross-reference my results, and my own whiteboards were up in my room. However, the blackboards were empty and the teacher hadn't arrived, so I jumped up and began writing with intensity. The class got quieter as I worked, muttering to myself, my chalk flying across first the front boards and then the side ones. I had almost finished filling the last board when the chalk was plucked from my fingers. I spun around and looked up at the man I learned later was Erik Lensherr.

"If you're quite through, we need to start the lesson." To my horror, he picked up an eraser and began erasing my data!

No one had ever done that before, and I reacted without thinking. "NO, don't DO that!" I cried, grabbing his arm and trying to wrestle the eraser from him.

"That is ENOUGH!" he stated finally and put the eraser down firmly. I was relieved until he grabbed my shoulder, turned me away from him, bent me over, and struck my buttocks five times in rapid succession. He turned me back around and met my wide eyes saying, "That kind of behaviour is NOT acceptable in my classroom. Erase these boards and take your seat."

In a daze, I slowly picked up the eraser and obeyed him, obliterating all of my precious data from the boards. I didn't understand what had happened, and it wasn't until after school when I asked one of the other kids (Bobby) to explain it to me.

"That was a spanking, dude," he said, his expression one of sympathy. "Get used to it; they do that a lot here."

In the World Library, 'spanking' yields 14,900,000 hits.

Hits. I think I just made a joke, but not a funny one.

As an aside, Lensherr-sensei did speak to me after school, coming up to my room where I was trying to re-capture the information I'd written on my own boards. He explained that while he admired my abilities and wealth of information, it was never okay to disobey a direct order from a teacher, and doing so in front of others could start a bad trend, so he had to be harsh with me.

I could see his point, but I do not have to like it.

Philippe

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I'm expected to sit at the table for breakfast even though I'm usually not eating (and who would want to watch me drink blood, anyway?) So there I was with everyone else, listening to the chatter —

When a plate of pancakes landed in my lap.

I still don't know who did it — I was too busy trying to clean the sticky mess off of me while getting it all over my hands. All around me I could hear a repeated apology mixed in with other kids buzzing and snickering, along with Kaito's outright laughter at my expense.

Annoyed, I went to change and get washed up, then went back downstairs. Breakfast was almost over, people were getting up to leave.

"Ruka," May Parker said, "would you please take that garbage out?"

Since we'd all been lectured on our first day about sharing chores and I'd seen someone else do it the day before, I figured I might as well get my turn over with. I picked up the bag, stepped out the back door, and had it burst open at the bottom. Everything from my knees down was soaked and disgusting.

"Ruka, what's keeping you, boy? You're going to be late for class." Kaito peered around the edge of the door, saw my situation, and for a moment, looked like he was going to start laughing again. I guess the forlorn look on my face stopped him.

"Okay," he said gently and came over to me. "Give me this bag, take off your pants, socks and shoes, then go back in and take a bath. I'll make your excuses to your first teacher."

I must've looked horrified. "I can't take my pants off here! We're outside!"

He rolled his eyes. "We're around back and everyone else is inside. You can't go in with this mess dripping off you — May will kill you. Take off the clothes then you can teleport upstairs."

I didn't see any way out of it so I quickly kicked off my shoes, peeled off the socks, then unzipped my pants, took them down and stepped out of them.

EVERYONE knows what happened next, because at that moment the entire planet (or at least the student body of this school) came around the side of the building and saw me.

"Hey, uh, Ruka," Scott said, trying not to laugh. "Mr. Winchester thought it would be nice for all of us to hold class outdoors this morning."

That did it – I teleported up to my room. Thank you all for waiting until I was gone to really start laughing.

So that's my day so far. It can only get better, right? Please?

Ruka

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End of Part 66

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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