Haruka's Fanfic Journal

Crossposted to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/15minuteficlets/

Prompt response for: Forbidden

This is a 15-minute ficlet written with my alternate-universe, crossover, spanking RPG in mind, in which various unusually-gifted characters from several different fandoms (such as Prince of Tennis/Changechildren, Death Note, and X-Men, etc) all live in the same school. Contains spanking.

Game, Set, Spank

by Haruka (haruka@eastlink.ca)

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There must be some cosmic joke involved in this, but Ryoma and I can never seem to finish a match together. We start it and get deeply into it, then inevitably, something happens and we’re forced to stop.

Last night, we decided the only way was to sneak off and make sure no one knew what we were doing (mostly because what usually stops us is an adult.) We went to bed along with everyone else, but after we figured even the adults were asleep, we got up and slipped out of the house.

We couldn’t dare play on the property; someone would hear the ‘thwock’ of balls or might get up and look out a window on the way to the bathroom. We went to the public tennis courts instead.

At that time of night, there was no one there, so we got right into it. Despite it being late, neither of us were tired – if anything, we were totally jazzed to battle fiercely once and for all.

We made it to the second set. I had won the first, but Ryoma was ahead in the second. I had just let loose with a Tsubame Gaeshi that was well on its way to landing out of Ryoma’s reach, but he went for it, anyway. It looked like he might actually make it when suddenly a bellowing voice yelled out, “WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

Ryoma stopped and my ball bounced off his head. We both looked over at our tennis Coach and teacher, Ryuuzaki-sensei, who looked fit to be tied. I swallowed and tried not to show any fear. It was strictly forbidden to be out of bed after Light’s Out, and to have actually left the mansion in the middle of the night was beyond wrong.

“Get in this car right now before I throw you into it!” she commanded, and we hustled to obey. Just as the door closed behind me, a few drops of rain began splashing on the glass.

“It missed me this time,” I mused, remembering how most of my important matches seemed to take place in the rain.

Ryuuzaki-sensei was getting behind the wheel and shot me a glare over her shoulder. “Nice to see you can still smile, Syuusuke. I wonder how long it will last once I get you back home.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. And it turned out, it was with good reason.

When we reached the mansion and got inside, Sensei ordered us to go to the den and that she would be there in a minute. I had a bad suspicion what that meant, and when she turned up holding her infamous wooden spoon, I wished I’d been wrong.

“Ryoma, you’re younger and should have been in bed earlier, so we’ll get you over with first,” she said. “Bend over the desk.”

Our cocky twelve-year-old rookie gave her one of his deadpan looks like she couldn’t be serious, but her expression must have convinced him otherwise. He frowned and reluctantly obeyed her, bending over the large desk that dominated the room. He was so short that he had to go up on his toes to grab the opposite edge. She stepped over and yanked his shorts and underwear down and I saw his face turn red.

I winced as I watched our teacher bring the spoon across Ryoma’s backside with a crack. I knew my turn was coming, and frankly, hoped that I could take the punishment as well as he did. For a kid who had probably never been spanked before, Ryoma bravely held back tears, but couldn’t keep from squirming through the final smacks of the spoon. I tried to give him an encouraging look as we switched places, but he avoided my gaze.

I leaned over the desk and pushed my own shorts down rather than wait for her to do it. I’m short myself, but could still manage to keep my feet flat on the ground as I caught the edge of the wood and waited. Too bad they didn’t stay there; the first crack sent me up on my toes and I stayed there through the entire, painful session. My backside started out stinging, then went to burning, then was just pure fiery agony. I felt moisture on my cheeks and even in the midst of my suffering I found it amusing that I had cried where my younger teammate hadn’t. Try as I might, though, I couldn’t muster up a smile over that fact.

“All right, Syuusuke, get up and get dressed.” Ryuuzaki-sensei put down the spoon and faced us when I was done. “I’m disappointed in both of you. There was no reason to sneak out like that when I could have scheduled a time for you to play each other.”

“Except you never do,” Ryoma mumbled and rubbed his backside.

“There’s a time and place for everything,” she said firmly. “And when the time is midnight, the place for you both is in bed, not out on the streets.” She sighed and shook her head, then ruffled both our hair. “Go on, get back there now.”

“Back to the streets?” Ryoma said cheekily. He raced out as she picked up the spoon again, and I followed at not a run, but at least a brisk walk.

It looked like our match would have to be postponed yet again.

Fuji Syuusuke

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(2007)

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