Haruka's Fanfiction

The following wasn't written as a fic, but rather as (edited) excerpts from a SPANKING RPG in which I play characters from various fandoms including Prince of Tennis, Loveless, Sailormoon, X-Men, Death Note, etc. The setting for some of my characters is based in Michiru’s and my Alternate Universe and so are not necessarily canon. Same-sex relationships may be 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. Also know that the game has been going on for years, re-starting many times, so settings, characters, and their situations will change often.

Sprefvent - Compilation 5

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Today I went to the mall with Pietro Maximoff (aka Quicksilver.) Yeah, I know he's with the Brotherhood, but he and I get on okay.

You know what it's like anytime you're with Pietro, though -- you sorta get motion sickness just watching him move (or trying to.) He spent as much time running ahead to find out where would be the best places to go first as he did staying with me, but it was cool. The best part was when he handed me some licorice that he hadn't been in possession of a second earlier.

"Where'd you get this, man?" I asked.

"Over there." He pointed toward the candy store (the bulk kind, where you fill up your bags and pay by weight.)

"You pay for these?" I asked casually.

He laughed. "Yeah, right! If they're sharp enough to see me do it, THEN I'll pay them!"

I shrugged. I wasn't his mother, and Mystique, the one who was the closest thing either of us ever had, wasn't there. I ate the licorice, and it was good.

That made us thirsty, so we headed to the food court. I offered to buy us a couple of Pepsi, but before I could get the words fully out of my mouth, a cold can was being pressed into my hand.

"Drink up, buddy!" Pietro said cheerfully.

Well, I'd tried. I drank the Pepsi, and it was good.

We engaged in a burping contest with a couple of other guys who were there trying to show off for their girls (who mostly rolled their eyes at us), and if I do say so myself, I surpassed their best efforts. One of the girls slipped me her phone number when we were leaving, though. ;)

We bummed around for a while, checking out record stores and cool clothes (Pietro can change so fast he doesn't need a changing room and no one sees a thing.) After leaving one store, we were all the way down the hall before I realized I wasn't wearing the jacket I'd gone in with.

"Uh, Quicksilver ...?" I questioned, indicating the jacket.

"I told you that you should have gotten it when you tried it on, Pyro," he replied.

"I couldn't afford it," I told him.

"That's okay," he said with a wink. "I could!"

Meaning, of course, the five-finger, speed-of-light discount. I really liked the jacket, and I couldn't exactly go back to the store with it now, but I was a little nervous walking around with it. Still, it was good. Pretty much.

My cell phone rang then, and it was Mystique, telling me that I needed to come back for a surprise training session (aw, crap.) I informed Pietro, and he shrugged. "Can't be helped, I guess. I know what it's like to argue with Mystique. See ya!"

And he was gone.

I went home, taking the jacket off, balling it up and tucking it under my arm (I didn't have a bag with me to put it in and no other way to hide it short of dumping it in the garbage. I couldn't quite bring myself to do that to $150.00 jacket that fit me perfectly.)

"There ya are, bub," Logan remarked when I went in. "Yer the last one -- they're waiting for you."

"Sorry, I'll hurry," I said, and was about to sprint into the elevator that would take me downstairs when he suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling it away from my side enough to let the jacket fall onto the floor.

"I thought something smelled 'new' about that," he remarked, picking it up. "This ain't the one you left with."

"Pietro gave it to me," I replied, which, after all, was the truth.

Logan's eyes narrowed. "And how did HE get that kind of money?"

We both know that the Brotherhood pretty much live in squallor -- it's one reason why Mystique keeps trying to talk them into moving in with us. I avoided Logan's gaze and shifted from foot to foot. "Mystique's waiting," I mumbled.

"She can wait," he said firmly, taking hold of my arm again and hauling me off to my room. That was NOT good.

There wasn't much point in trying to lie to him about what happened. Besides, it's not like _I_ stole the jacket. I didn't even buy stolen goods. I just accepted a gift from a buddy.

Logan didn't see it that way, and when Mystique came looking for us, she was even angrier than he was (I guess because of Pietro's involvement -- she still feels responsible for everything that the Brotherhood does.) They decided that they would find a way to return the jacket to the store, even if all they could do was find someone to slip it back onto the rack without being seen (all it would take was for Mystique to shapeshift into one of the clerks.)

With THAT decided, the two of them got into an argument over which of them was going to spank me! Right in front of me! Logan said that he was the one who'd caught me, so he should do it, but Mystique claimed that she wanted to follow through on this because it was both me and Quicksilver involved. Eventually, Logan relented, and went to take over the training session.

As soon as he was gone, I tried to argue with Mystique that I probably shouldn't have accepted the jacket, but I wasn't the one who took it in the first place.

"You could have given it to Logan as soon as you got home, and explained what happened," she said seriously. "He would have known what to do, and you wouldn't have been in any trouble. But you were going to try and keep it, John, and no matter how you sugarcoat it, that's stealing."

She produced a heavy hairbrush (from where, I don't know. Maybe she carries one in her left thigh, for all I know -- she can do weird things with her body.) I won't say I begged, but I guess I kind of whined a little about how unfair this was and couldn't she cut me some slack for a change? The look on her face said 'no way', and I didn't ask again.

The spanking was bare-assed, over her knees as she sat on my desk chair. It's been a while since she's full-out walloped me, and I'll tell you, her swinging arm hasn't weakened any since the last time. The flat of the brush cracked against my butt again and again, making sharp, clear sounds that probably reverberated throughout the entire mansion. I swore I wouldn't cry out and I didn't, but I couldn't stop the damned tears, nor keep myself still for the whole thing. Definitely not good.

After I was up and dressed (and trying to wipe my wet face off as fast as possible so that she couldn't see it), she gave me a hug and said that she loved me and was sorry that she'd had to punish me like that, but it could have been worse. It could have been Juvie Hall, and she couldn't stand the thought of a kid like me ending up there (like me? I still don't know what she meant by that.)

I asked grudgingly if she was going to turn Pietro in. She sighed and said she couldn't do that, but she'd be going to the Brotherhood house to talk to him. I still don't know how that went, since I've been confined to my room for the rest of the night.


All this trouble and not only did I not do the physical stealing, I never ONCE used my powers. Go figure.

John (Pyro)

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End of Compilation 5

(2005)

No characters here are mine.

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