"Willful Punishment"
By: Tabyk
Author Notes: This was written as a possible sequal to the fanfiction
"Proper Punishment" written by Tom Wrensch, and with his approval. It is
recommended that you read his story first, which can be found at
http://www.geocities.com/wrensch
Warning!!! This story is a Lemon and contains sexual content!
All the characters of Ranma 1/2 are owned by the lovely Rumiko
Takahashi. I am just borrowing them for the moment.
All C&C is welcome, specially since I'm new to writing. Please send to
tknight@europa.com or visit my website at http://home.dal.net/tabyk
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Akane sat on her bed, arms wrapped around her knees, as she tried to
sort through the typhoon of thoughts and emotions that raged through her.
Thoughts centered around a young man named Saotome Ranma. Looking at the
clock once again she noted that it was a quarter past midnight, about
five minutes since she last looked.
Pushing herself to a decision, she slowly stepped out of her bed and
padded out of the room and down the hallway to the guest bedroom doorway,
to pause. Taking a deep breath to steady her hands she quietly slid open
the door and stepped inside, reminding herself the whole time that both
Genma and her Father were out all night again getting drunk and wouldn't
be back till morning. After closing the door behind her, she waited a
moment as her eyes adjusted to the darkness and then softly walked over
to where Ranma lay, sprawled out and lightly snoring in sleep.
Getting down to her knees she just sat there watching the person
whom she had finally given her heart to.
The person whom her pride wouldn't allow her to tell she loved him.
Smiling bitterly she remembered all the times that she had lost her
temper at him for his inability to tell her his feelings. Now it was she
who couldn't. Even with things going so well between the two of them
now, she still couldn't just tell him her true feelings.
But tonight. tonight that was going to change.
Assuming that her nerves held that long.
Closing her eyes she brought back the ugly scene from a week ago of
Yuka, her best friend, confronting her parents with the fact that she was
pregnant. She remembered her total shock at her friend's parents when
they had attacked Yuka in their insane anger. Of having to drag Yuka out
of the house forcibly and take her to Tofu's office to be treated. Of
being so glad that she had talked Ranma into coming along when he jumped
in and held the parents off long enough for them to run.
Opening her eyes as she felt the tears course down her cheeks, she
looked at the now blurred form of the person who had once again protected
her. Who had time and time again risked his life to help or protect her.
Who's efforts, until now, had gone completely unnoticed by herself until
just recently. Who had even risked loosing everything, just to help her
grow up a little.
Ranma still hadn't told her that he loved her. But his actions.
they spoke volumes. now that she knew how to listen. In his way, he had
told her. Had been telling her all along. Due to his upbringing, it was
the only way he knew how.
Now it was her turn.
But like him, she had to find a way to tell him, a way that he would
understand.
And she was terrified.
For she finally had thought of a way, possibly the only way that she
had available at this time. Assuming she didn't wait, just a little
while longer until she was more comfortable with her new self, a person
she never knew existed till now. But that was always the problem, she
had realized. They had both just waited a little bit longer. What if
they ran out of time? She shuttered at the thought. No, this needed to
be done now, while circumstances were as favorable as they would probably
ever get.
But it wasn't a pleasant way, and it could easily backfire ruining a
lot of the progress that they had both recently made.
Any yet, she had to try.
Standing up, she quickly pulled her pajama bottoms off and set them
aside. Then, more slowly, she unbuttoned her nightshirt and placed it
with the rest of her now discarded clothing. The chill in the room
raised her nipples, and she shivered for a moment.
Kneeling down next to him again she once more closed her eyes, and
remembered. After Yuka's family had attacked her, doubts of what would
happen should Akane herself become pregnant had haunted her. She had
started pushing Ranma away from her, terrified to let him close to her.
to be with her. Finally not able to handle her feelings anymore, she had
broken down and spent an entire day in bed, trying not to cry and failing
as she admitted to herself that she didn't know what to do. Eventually,
it was Kasumi who finally pushed her way into Akane's room to talk with
her.
Kasumi had gently wrapped her arms around her youngest sibling and
quietly said, "Never ever think, Akane, that just because someone else's
family reacts in a certain way, all families would, especially this
family. If something like that were to happen to you, I would still love
you with all my heart. Please believe this. None of us, not I, nor
Nabiki, or Father, or. or even Ranma, I truly believe, would ever do
something so horrid. I love you. We all do. And we always will."
And she had cried. Had cried so hard as she clung to her elder
sister, as her worst fears had been brought out and laid to rest. Even
though the possibility of something like that happening to her was now
extremely remote, the fear created from Yuka's family had weighed greatly
upon her.
And now she was here, kneeling next to the man that she had finally
admitted, to herself at least, her love. Cold, naked, afraid, and even a
little excited. Taking a deep breath, she worked herself up to do
something she had tried so hard now to stop.
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Ranma slowly awoke to the feeling of being slapped. Hard. Groggily
shaking his head he vowed to kill Genma for this latest annoyance.
Opening his eyes he said, "Now listen here you." and stopped at the site
of Akane, completely naked, standing next to him with her fists clenched
and tears running down her eyes.
And then she kicked him.
Suddenly out of breath and folded nearly in half Ranma smashed into
the outside wall of the room. He had just begun to pick himself off the
floor when Akane was suddenly on him, fists pounding away, and he was
hard pressed to defend himself. Realistically, defeating or stopping
Akane at that moment wouldn't have be that hard. However, that provided
that he either had a lot of maneuvering room, which he didn't at this
moment, or was willing to use one of the many special ki or chi attacks
that he knew, which he wasn't about to do.
Needless to say, for one of the few times in his life, Ranma is was
a bit of trouble that even he was having a hard time coping with.
While desperately fending off her attacks, which were still hurting
due to the girl's shear strength, he finally managed to shift himself
into a better position. Suddenly sweeping her legs out from underneath
her, Ranma jumped to his feet as Akane landed heavily on her back.
The second she started to get to her feet Ranma grabbed her and put
her into a pin, holding her while she struggled to break free. Not
knowing what else to do, he waited till she started to tired herself out.
Then saying, "You know the rules, Akane" he sat down on the floor,
dragging her down with him, and pulled her across his lap.
After the third slap across her buttocks he realized that she still
wasn't wearing anything, and that he was spanking her bare bottom.
Partially closing his eyes, he pushed himself to not think about what he
was doing and finish administering the punishment that she was due. The
whole time his brain raced in an effort to figure just want the hell had
happened.
As he was finishing up the spankings, a couple of things finally
dawned on him. First, throughout the entire ordeal she hadn't spoken a
word. Usually, if she was really mad she would be screaming, yelling,
and generally calling him a 'baka'. Secondly, after he finished spanking
her, she immediately curled herself into his lap and held him tightly,
her tears immediately starting to soak through his shirt.
In the month prior to the events that surrounded Yuka's discovery of
her pregnancy, fight with her parents, and resulting hasty marriage to
his friend Hiroshi, he and Akane had managed to not fight at all. The
only times when things got a little out of hand was when she put on a
little act of hitting him, just so that he would drag her off to a
private place.
This time, however, something was wrong. Very wrong. He had never
seen Akane act like this before, just attacking him with no easily
detectable reason, without accusing him of something first. Putting his
arms around her while trying not to really touch anything due to her
current state of dress, Ranma just sat there and desperately wished that
he could talk with Kasumi, who's insights into Akane's actions had helped
so much in the past.
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When Ranma had finally pushed her off, Akane had almost stopped
right then, but with the tears still running down her face she had forced
herself to keep fighting. Once he had put her into a hold position, she
had finally stopped. And when he finally pulled her over his lap for the
spankings, relief had actually flooded through her.
The spankings weren't bad at all, even on her bare and exposed
bottom. Her guilt over attacking him slowly washed out of her, and a
warm feeling started to spread from her rear to the rest of her body.
And now that it were over, they were at the part that she had been
working up to, the goal of this entire situation. Finally, she could
finally hold him close, like she always wanted to, the mood right for
her. Uncaring that she was soaking his shirt with her tears, she cried
into his shoulder as that warm feeling, excitement and relief both
encompassing her.
Eventually calming herself down enough to take an active role once
again, she felt Ranma lean over to her face, his eyes both concerned and
confused. The second she saw him open his mouth to ask her something,
she flung her arms around his neck and violently mashed her lips against
his. At first she felt him tense up, even push against her a little in
fright or confusion, but he finally started to relax and even began to
make efforts to kiss her back.
It was everything she had hoped it would be. His soft lips gently
ground against hers, the warm air from his breathing a caress on her
face.
And now the critical moment was upon her. She didn't know why, but
she felt an urgency to the entire situation. Like if she did not do
something now, she might never have a chance again. Again, she pushed
herself into a decision.
Moving her hand from his neck she firmly grasped one of his and
slowly pressed it against her breast. Again, she felt his entire body
tense up. This time, however, she didn't him a moment to think about it.
Thrusting her tongue into his mouth she began to use his hand to massage
her breast. A shiver ran through her at the sensation his hand was
causing her, and she finally let out a tiny moan.
And then.
Ever so slowly she felt Ranma move his other hand down her back,
across her side, and slowly up her stomach to gently cup her other
breast. Removing her hand from his, she again wrapped them both around
Ranma's neck and concentrated on kissing him, while pushing her chest out
against his hands.
It felt so damn good.
Sliding her lips away from his she gently kissed her way down his
jaw line to his neck, the whole time enjoying the feel of his strong
hands timidly exploring her breasts. Then, after nuzzling into his neck
for a moment, she lightly bit him.
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A bit heady from the fact that he was fondling Akane's breasts
causing little moans to come from her, Ranma practically jumped into the
air from his sitting position when he felt Akane bite into his neck, also
causing him to grab onto her breasts much harder then he had ever
intended.
However, Akane's moan of desire and the pushing of her chest harder
into his hands gave him something to think about.
And then suddenly a conversation between Nabiki and Kasumi,
something that he had overheard nearly two months ago, suddenly popped
into him mind. A conversion that had mostly been embarrassing to listen
to, and one that he should have not eavesdropped on, but then the topic
had changed...
"And what does Akane want?" Nabiki had asked. Kasumi had replied
with, "Right now she needs someone strong enough to help her. I think at
some level she knows that. Sometimes I wonder if her violent behavior
toward Ranma was her way of trying to goad him into MAKING her stop."
"You think she's been trying to make Ranma prove he's stronger than
her? That he can control her when she can't control herself?"
And finally Kasumi had said, "I think so. Not consciously anyhow.
Akane doesn't think through her own feelings that well."
...and Ranma nearly jolted as a couple things suddenly just fell
into place. It couldn't be, he told himself. Could it? Does Akane WANT
me to take more control? Is that what this whole thing was about this
time?
And more immediately important, does she want to. to do THAT with
him?
Steeling his nerves, as well as preparing himself for a clobbering,
Ranma removed his right hand from Akane's breast. Reaching down, he took
a firm grip on her butt and pulled her lower body against his, causing
his almost painful erection to press against the heat being generated
between her legs.
The second he heard her soft moan, he slightly smiled. But when she
started a small grinding motion with her hips against him, he almost
gasped. The cascade of pleasure she was generating between his legs was
tremendous, and was beginning to build up even higher.
Almost audibly gulping Ranma dragged his hand from her butt, across
her leg, and to that point of heat between her thighs. Momentarily glad
that he couldn't actually see what he was doing, he gently scratched at
her furry mound. Noticing her sudden quickness of breath, he pushed
farther down and began to slowly run his fingers up and down the cleft of
heat and wetness that he found.
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Akane suddenly found herself moaning out loud, unable to stop
herself even if she had tried. 'Yes, yes, YES!' she thought to herself.
THIS is what she wanted. THIS is what she needed so badly. Undeniable
proof that Ranma was hers. That he loved HER and nobody else. And the
feeling of Ranma's hand between her legs was incredible, little
explosions of pleasure wracking her body, causing her to tighten her grip
around his neck just so that she remain upright.
It wasn't just the fact that he was touching her, no, it was also
the fact that HE was doing it, on his own. taking control. Like she
wanted him to.
And suddenly her mind opened up, showing her what might happen if
she continued to travel down this path. To be controlled by another
person.
To be dominated.
Her thoughts were scattered, however, when Ranma suddenly pushed her
off of him. When he stood up worry raced through her. Had she gone too
far? Was. was he rejecting her?
And as suddenly as those thoughts of insecurity had arose, they
disappeared as she watched him yank his shirt off, and then remove his
boxer shorts. He paused for a moment as she sat there staring at his
obviously aroused member. While being no expert herself, it certainly
LOOKED big.
Climbing back down into the bed he lightly pushed her shoulder,
causing her to fall flat on her back across his mattress. He lay down
next to her, almost draped over half her body, and began to run his hand
over her breasts once again. She found herself panting as those
wonderful sensations started welling up inside of her once again, even
giving a little yelp as he intentionally tweaked one of her nipples.
Again she felt his strong hand travelling down her stomach and
between her legs, and she spread them in invitation. The feeling of his
fingers probing her made her moan some more as she closed her eyes, only
to jerk them open as his mouth engulfed one of her nipples. Grabbing his
head she pressed his face into her breast as she felt his tongue flick
and tease her, her breath now coming in short gasps.
After a few moments of this she felt him remove his hand from
between her legs and shift his whole body on top of her, his manhood
suddenly pressing against her. Wrapping her arms around his neck and her
legs around his waist, she buried her face in his neck as she felt him
slowly push. While she had lost her hymen long ago in the pursuit of
martial arts, the initial entry was still very painful, and tears sprang
up in her eyes, but Ranma didn't relent until all of him was finally
lodged inside of her.
Shuttering at the feelings of pain, pleasure, intrusion, and
excitement, Akane just lay there. Ranma lay still for a long moment, and
then started to pull out of her. She whimpered as the pain / pleasure
raced through her, and finally cried out loud as he slowly pushed back
into her once again.
Over and over, he started to pull out of her only to thrust fully
back into her. After the first few pushes, the feelings of pain finally
started to recede as pleasure began to wash over her body in waves. But
then he was going faster, suddenly pounding into her, his breath a fast
pant and the slight pain from his thrusting returned, though this time it
only appeared to feed the pleasure she was feeling. She felt the
sensations suddenly climbing within her to incredible proportions.
And then.
Her whole body convulsed as intense pleasure simply crashed through
her, the scream she cried muffled by the fact that her face was still
buried against Ranma's neck. When she finally started to come down off
her first orgasm, she noticed that Ranma hadn't stopped. His breathing
sounded almost tortured as he pounded into her at an even faster pace,
and then that crushing wave of intense pleasure hit her again. Akane
whimpered as her body tensed up, a third explosion of pleasure, near pain
now, ripped through her.
With an almost animal-like noise Ranma suddenly ground his pelvis
into hers a final time and stopped moving, his whole body quivering as if
he were caught in the middle of a hurricane. Akane could vaguely feel a
sensation of something being pumped within her, as Ranma's manhood
throbbed strongly.
They both hung there, motionless, for a long moment before finally
collapsing against the bed in exhaustion. Akane could still feel little
twinges of pleasure firing off at random moments as Ranma finally pulled
himself off of her to lay at her side, one of his arms still draped
across her body. And it was in this position that the two of them
drifted off into sleep.
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Nabiki sat there watching her youngest sister and Ranma during
breakfast that next morning. Akane had a near visible glow about her
that Nabiki found simply disgusting, though she did smirk every time her
sister winced while trying to find a comfortable position on her dining
cushion. The noise that the two had caused had been frightful, and when
the fight first started Nabiki had been extremely worried. However, when
the fight ended the sounds she had heard afterward had left no doubt in
her mind as to what had followed.
Looking over at Ranma, she just shook her head in amusement, and a
little amazement. He still appeared to have a dazed expression on his
face, and she occasionally caught him glancing at Akane with trepidation
on his face. However, Nabiki had managed to catch a glimpse of Ranma
without his shirt on and the bruises covering his arms coupled with the
bite marks and scratches on his neck looked truly painful. She had never
thought of her younger sister as being that. wild.
Glancing over at Kasumi, the two elder Tendo sisters eventually
shared a private grin.
'Things,' thought Nabiki, 'are going to get REALLY interesting now.'