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 69

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Over the last couple of days, I’ve been torn over whether to confess to Shotaro about how I accessed the World Library when I was forbidden to do so. Really, I guess I was just putting it off. It wasn’t fair that everyone suffered their own punishment and I only endured mine half-way. But yes, I put it off – long enough that I was surprised when Shotaro came to me himself.

“Hey, congratulations, Philippe!” he said, clapping me on the back.

“For what?” I asked curiously.

He chuckled. “What do you think?” When I continued to look at him blankly, he laughed. “Can it be that you’ve forgotten that today your punishment is over? You’re allowed to access the World Library again!”

“Oh,” I said, sounding decidedly unexcited.

He looked surprised. “What’s this? It can’t be that you’ve lost enthusiasm for research?”

I gave him an are-you-kidding look. “Hardly. Research is all I am, you know that. It’s something else.” I sighed. “I didn’t wait the full week before accessing the World Library. I broke the terms of my punishment.”

“I see,” Shotaro remarked, a note of disappointment in his voice. He leaned back against my desk and folded his arms. “Philippe, I know the punishment was difficult for you – I thought it would be more effective than what the other kids got. They may not see it that way, but you and I know better ....” He sighed and shook his head. “In the end, I can see it wasn’t practical. It involved trusting you to be your own parent and make sure you didn’t go there.”

“Yes,” I agreed reluctantly, feeling like a failure. I should have been able to stick this out.

“Well,” he stood up straight again and regarded me expectantly, “don’t you have something to say to me?”

“I owe you an apology,” I admitted. “If you can wait a few moments, I can research the best ways to do so.”

“That won’t be necessary; it’s pretty simple.” Shotaro came over to me and shoved my head down so that I was bent at the waist. “Any Japanese child should learn how to bow at an early age, but with your memories having been lost, I’ll forgive you that.”

“And I may not be fully Japanese,” I said, still bent. Visibly, I looked Japanese, but with a name like Philippe, I could easily be half French.

“This is true. Anyway, I’m grateful that you confessed to me. No—“ he said quickly, pushing my rising head back down again. “Stay down there, we’re not done. Because you did not complete your punishment, I’m sorry to say that we’ll have to do something else.”

Even from my bent position, I could see him rolling up his shirtsleeves. I was pretty sure I knew what was coming and tried to resign myself to it. “Are you going to use a belt on me?” I asked.

“I don’t think that will be necessary.” I felt him lift my knee-length hoodie up so that it lay across my back, and then he began tugging my pants down. The analytical side of me knew this had to be done to achieve maximum pain efficiency but I was pretty sure that there was a humiliation factor involved as well.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” I asked.

“Please, Philippe. You know what an old-fashioned guy I am. Well, there’s nothing as old-fashioned as this.”

He wrapped his arm around my waist and struck my backside with a firm, sharp slap. I gasped, not having expected it to hurt that much right from the start.

And it didn’t get better as it went on.

I was surprised by everything about the experience. How strong Shotaro’s grip on me was, how unrelenting the pain was, and how much I wanted to squirm and struggle away from it. I didn’t, though (not much, anyway.) I knew that I deserved this, so I had to suffer through it. But I certainly didn’t have to like it.

I’m sure my face and backside were equal shades of red by the time Shotaro pulled my hoodie back down and released me. I wasn’t crying – my feelings weren’t hurt, just my bottom, and that didn’t seem good enough reason to cry. I did cringe a little as Shotaro met my eyes, however.

“I’m sorry I forced you into this,” I murmured, looking away.

He ruffled my hair affectionately. “I’m here because I want to be. Don’t you know I’ll always be here for you?”

I managed a faint smile and looked at him once more. “Thanks. Back at you.”

So while it wasn’t as traumatic as some of your experiences, in the end, I wound up sharing basically the same punishment as the rest of you.

Hmm, ‘in the end.’ Funny. I think for my next research project in the World Library I’ll look up puns.

It’s not like I’ll be sitting down for a while, anyway.

Philippe

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"Auugh!" I yelled in frustration. "This isn't working at all!"

I glared angrily at the notes and illustrations I'd been scribbling all over the foyer walls (this was after I'd already filled my huge whiteboards, my bedroom walls, the hallway leading to the stairs, and the stairwell.) Ever since Dean Winchester mentioned that I should have the biggest porn collection in my head thanks to the World Library, I've been trying to research 'porn'. There were 208,000,000 hits, but one of the books was locked and inaccessible to me! I wrote all those notes in research but none of them gave me the keyword I need is to unlock that one book titled 'porn store.'

It was while I was yelling that Dean came over to me, staring at my notes and drawings. The notes were mostly in Japanese, but the drawings (which had been his suggestion) seem to appeal to him.

"You’re not a bad artist, Philippe," he said with a low whistle.

"Who cares?!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. "It’s not here! The answer isn't here!" I headed determinedly for the door.

"Wait, where are you going?" Dean followed me, catching my arm. "You’re not allowed to go outside alone with those people after you, it’s dangerous!”

"I can’t rest until I find the answer!" I shot back and went out the door. Dean came after me again, this time with car keys.

"I got you started on this, so I'm not letting you go alone."

We got into the car. "Where to first?" he asked.

"The closest I could get to ‘porn store' was finding out addresses of existing ones, so we're going to the mall – there's one on the top floor."

"They won't let you in," he told me. "You’re underage."

"So are you."

He grinned. "But I have a fake ID. We need them for work sometimes."

I closed my eyes and ran a search on how to acquire a fake ID. When I opened them again, I said, "Good thing we’re going to the mall anyway – I can get a laminator there."

It was a little awkward setting up operation for making a fake ID in Dean's car, but doable. I needed a laminator, pouches, card stock, and a printer. Then I needed a battery-backup to power all of them.

When we were done, I studied the results critically. "Will this work? You’ve seen these before." I passed it to him.

"Seeing as it's a cell phone picture, it's not as professional-looking, but I think it'll pass," he replied and gave it back, then shook his head. I can't believe you went this far and spent this much money. Where’d you GET that much money, anyway?"

"Spending account from Shotaro, but don’t worry. There’s a fourteen-day return policy on the laminator and printer, so I'll bring them back. You can keep the pouches, maybe you can use them." I hopped out of the car. “In the meantime, let’s go to that store!”

I think Dean had a hard time keeping up with me as I wound my way through the mall, heading for the escalator to get to the third floor.

Before we even got inside the store, I noticed that unlike all the other store windows in the mall, this one was completely blacked over so that the contents inside were not visible from the outside corridor. There were big warning signs all over those front windows as well, declaring ‘ADULTS ONLY – I.D. REQUIRED.’

“’Adults Only?’” I read out loud, then thoughtfully, “Adults … only ….” My eyes widened and I spun to face Dean. “THAT’S the keyword! ‘Adults Only’! I can use that to unlock the book in the World Library and read the ‘porn store’ section!”

Dean stared back at me like I was insane. “Uh, that’s great, Philippe, but seeing as you’re already here, standing outside a GENUINE porn store, please don’t tell me you’d rather read about one.”

“It’s not just like regular reading – I can see pictures –!“

Dean took me by the shoulders and turned me toward the door. “But _I_ can’t, and pictures don’t compare to the real thing. We’re going in.”

Right away, the woman behind the counter insisted on seeing our I.D.s.

"Certainly," Dean said, producing his. I was already wandering toward a display. "Philippe, I.D.," he called over.

"Huh? Oh, sure." I hurried over, slapped it on the counter, then went back to the display.

"Excuse him," Dean said with a smile to the woman. "He's new here."

She checked out the IDs (I guess – I wasn't watching) and must have returned them to Dean because he came over to me and handed mine back.

"Dean, look at these!" I said excitedly. "According to the World Library, these are flavoured condoms!"

"That's what they are according to the label, too," Dean said in amusement.

"At first I wasn't sure why they would be flavoured, but after a little research, it seems that someone can taste them if they're giving someone else —"

He covered my mouth. "Why, yes, that's right,” he agreed, and I noticed his face was red for some reason. "Let's try another display."

"Ooo, how about this one?" I darted over to a glass case and peered down into it, my hands splayed out over the glass. "What are these for? Let's see …” I closed my eyes, then opened them. "Oh! Collar and leash, usually used for dogs, but these are for people who want to indulge in master/slave play. Fascinating! And handcuffs! Those are usually for criminals but in the context of porn they’re meant as bondage between people for titillation —"

There was an odd look on Dean's face and it seemed to be getting even redder. "And here I thought I'd be the one having to explain things to YOU," he said with an awkward laugh.

"Look at this!" I cried excitedly, speeding to a display on the wall behind the counter. "Dean, you know what those are?"

From his expression, he certainly did. "Those are paddles, and that there is a riding crop."

"Yes!" I declared, having jumped back into the Library briefly. "For corporal punishment, like spanking, only this context defines it as pleasurable.” I frowned. "I don't understand that at all."

"I think you actually have to BE an adult to understand it, Philippe," he admitted. "I don't get it either."

The woman behind the counter cleared her throat and we both looked over at her. I guess we should have been a little quieter with those last two revelations.

"You kids get out of my store before I call security."

"But I'm not done yet!" I whined.

Dean began dragging me toward the door. "You can finish your research in your Library, buddy. Remember, you've got the keyword now."

"But I’m not sure the keyword will unlock the porn movies or if it will only show me the titles! Hey, there are the movies over there —!" I pointed to a far wall, but Dean was already hauling me out the door.

Dean apologized to me in the car for herding me around like that, and I accepted it. If I had not acted so enthusiastically in the store, he wouldn't have had to do that, so was my own fault.

When Dean and I came into the foyer of the school, we found several teachers and students running around in varying degrees of giggling (first thing we heard) laughing, screaming, and arguing.

"THERE he is!" Logan said as he and a few other adults strode over to us. "Did YOU do that?!" he demanded, sticking a finger in my face then pointing to the wall.

Shotaro, looking frazzled, got between myself and Logan. "I TOLD you it had to be him, Logan-san. When Philippe is absorbed in something, he's nothing but a nuisance."

Mr. Winchester also pointed to the walls that were still covered by my notes. "That is not being a nuisance, THAT is corrupting every kid in this school.”

“And ruining the walls!" May Parker declared. “With pure filth, at that!”

"But Ma’am,” Shotaro began, “it’s all in Japanese. You can’t read it, and neither can most of the kids here."

"Perhaps not,” said Mr. Lensherr dryly, “but Yuuta, Hiroki, and Ruka have been perfectly happy to translate for the others."

"And the pictures say enough on their own!" Mrs. Parker shuddered and turned away from the wall.

Mr. Winchester narrowed his eyes suspiciously at Dean. “Where did you two go, anyway? Isn’t Philippe supposed to keep to the house?”

“I had to continue my research, so we went – mmmph!” Dean chose that moment to cover my mouth again

“We went to the mall,” he said quickly. “He was going to go, anyway, so I went to keep him safe. That’s all.”

“I can’t believe you don’t think he should be punished for this!” Logan was yelling at Shotaro at the same time.

“He can’t HELP himself! There’s no stopping him when he’s focused on researching something, believe me, I’ve tried! It’s best to let it run its course.” Shotaro nodded in my direction. “Philippe will clean the walls now that he’s done, right?”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s dry erase; it’ll come off easily.”

I saw a camera flash nearby followed by a giggle. Someone was keeping my walls for posterity. Logan went tearing after the culprit, but I never saw who it was or whether he caught him.

I was too busy having my ear squeezed by Mrs. Parker, who began pulling me in the direction of the kitchen, muttering something about getting cleanser for the walls and wishing she could wash my brain out with soap.

Philippe

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End of Part 69

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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