Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis
Warning: OCC-ness and spanking
A/N- Well, it's not that good… actually, I don't think any of my writing is good….. but yea. I don't know whether to continue it or not, that depends on if people actually read this and like it, and if I have any more ideas. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Ryoma was in a bad mood. Actually, he had been in a bad mood all week. As he ambled down the sidewalk to his school for morning tennis practice, he glared at anything he happened to pass. His bad mood radiated off him, and anything that experienced his gaze immediately suffered consequences. Glare. Whoops. There goes a flower. Glare. The neighbor's dog scampered away, whimpering. Glare. A child passing by broke into tears. Glare. The boy…remained smiling? Ryoma looked again, and saw that it was his senpai, Shusuke.
"Wonderful weather, huh?" Shusuke commented.
"Yea, sure. Whatever." Ryoma walked past him and Shusuke turned around.
"Still not feeling like your usual self, huh?"
Ryoma didn't reply, but kept on walking. Shusuke just annoyed him more and increased his bad mood. He was angry for no particular reason, finding every little thing tedious and bothersome. It might have had something to do with the fact that his mother was out of town for quite a while and he and his dad had to survive on their own. So far, it had been a disaster. Piles and piles of dirty dishes on top of each other, and plus, the house stank and smelled of rotten eggs with spoiled milk. The smell had gotten to his clothes too, and even after washing them about 6 times, they still reeked slightly.
All day, his mood did not dissipate, but instead increase and increase due to listening to his stupid teachers talk about mindless stuff. He already knew all this. Why did he have to be here? By fourth period, all this had piled up so high that Ryoma couldn't handle it anymore.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ryoma stood up from his seat and bellowed at the teacher who had been yelling at him a moment ago about how disrespectful it was to fall asleep during class.
Everyone looked shell shocked and stared at Ryoma. Ryoma did not yell at his teachers. It just wasn't his thing. What he did do was, sleep in class, get perfect grades, and just be quiet and sort of moody.
Ryoma noticed all the stares he was getting and just got even more irritated. "What the hell are you all staring at? What, is this amusing to you? Oh hey, there's that child prodigy guy, let's just go and stare at him all day! Well you know what? I'm sick of this. I'm sick of being stared at like some animal in a zoo, I'm sick of YOU. Just fuck off!" After his little rant, Ryoma was left breathing heavily with a startled class and one pissed off teacher.
"Echizen, go to the principal's office now."
"Why should I?" Crossing his arms defiantly, Ryoma questioned his teacher.
"Because if you do not go there immediately, I will give you Saturday school for the rest of the school year AND ban you from the school tennis team."
"WHAT? You can't do that! What gives you the right to-" Ryoma was interrupted by his teacher.
"You, principal's office, NOW."
Ryoma rolled his eyes and groaned.
Twenty minutes later, Ryoma was seated outside the principal's office on a bench, trying to hear what his father and the goddamned principal was talking about. All he could hear was a jumble of words and some mumbling.
Click. The door opened and Ryoma looked up, startled, at his father who was standing in the doorway.
"Come on." Nanjiroh said simply to his son before walking out to the exit. Ryoma hastily gathered his belongings he had gotten earlier and ran slightly to catch up with his father.
"So what happened?" Ryoma asked, dumping his stuff in the car and getting in to the passenger's seat.
Nanjiroh waited until he got the car going and out of the school area to answer this question. "Well, you've got detention for a month for being rude to the teacher and 'vulgar language,' as the principal put it."
"A month?" Ryoma grimaced at the thought. "It could be worse, I guess."
"And you got one coming from me, too."
"You? Don't make me laugh, oyaji. What could YOU possibly do to me?" Ryoma snorted, and got out of the car and into the house.
Frowning slightly, Nanjiroh locked the car and followed his son to his house. "What, you don't think I'm serious?"
"Well, let's see. NO." Ryoma poured himself a cup of water.
His frown getting deeper, Nanjiroh said, "Of course, your mother usually does all this kind of stuff, but as she's not here, it is ultimately my responsibility to make sure you don't step out of line."
"You know, this is really very interesting and all, but if you're finished, I'll be going."
Ryoma made to leave, but his father snatched his wrist and held him in place.
"Ryoma, I think you need an attitude adjustment. Desperately."
Ryoma snorted, tugging hard at his wrist. "And what are you gonna do about it?"
Nanjiroh suddenly let go of Ryoma, making him fall forward, and caught him by his waist. Smirking, Nanjiroh said all too cheerfully, "I'm going to give you a spanking!"
"What?? Are you kidding me?"
"Nope!" Nanjiroh let the first of many spanks fall down on Ryoma's butt.
"AW, HELL NO!" Ryoma yelled out as he felt the pain in his backside. He wriggled and squirmed and kicked to be let go, but his father had him in an iron grip.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
After a few more spanks, Ryoma gave up on the squirming and kicking, but he was going to make sure that he did not cry no matter what. Ryoma bit his lower lip hard, and grunted slightly when his dad's hand made contact with his bottom.
Hmm… the kid should be tearing up by now…but this IS Ryoma we're talking about, so… Nanjiroh thought as he kept on smacking Ryoma's butt. Ehh, no matter. With that, he paused for a moment to grab his son's pants and underwear, and pulled them down quickly.
When Nanjiroh stopped for a split second, Ryoma had thought that it was over for a moment. However, he blushed deep red when he felt the cool air on his now-pink bottom.
"You…fucking…PERVERT!!" Ryoma started thrashing about wildly again, and Nanjiroh had to hold him tighter.
Swatting him extra hard, Nanjiroh grinned. "Oh come on, I'm your dad. I wouldn't do that kind of stuff to YOU. And watch your language too."
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"S-Stop!!"
"Not just yet."
Although Ryoma had a lot of stamina for his age, all this struggling left him tired. Defeated, Ryoma just grabbed his father's leg as Nanjiroh lifted his butt higher to get the curve and upper thighs, Ryoma's toes just barely touching the floor.
Unknowingly, Ryoma had started whimpering slightly. His eyes, to his dismay, were starting to get moist too.
Noticing the changes in his actions, Nanjiroh sped up the spanking a little more and made the spanks harder, too. The faster it was over with, the better. The kid was getting heavier by the minute, anyway.
Choking up as the assault on his poor bottom got worse, Ryoma finally let one tear leak out of his eye. He wiped it away roughly, but soon many more followed, and he couldn't bother with all of them.
"You're doing fine, kid. Just a few more, alright?"
Unable to speak, Ryoma just nodded his head up and down. Squeezing his eyes shut, he braced himself for the last set.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The last ten were the hardest of the bunch, as Nanjiroh gave it his all.
Phew! Finally done. Nanjiroh shook his throbbing hand. Looking down at his small son, he sighed slightly. Ryoma was still crying and had started hiccupping, but he was trying to not let Nanjiroh notice. Nanjiroh had not seen his son cry since Ryoma was a very small, little boy. Feeling sorry for him, Nanjiroh touched the crimson bottom tentatively and started rubbing it slowly in circles.
Ryoma flinched when he felt the hand again, thinking for a brief second that he was going to spank him even more, but relaxed when he felt the soothing rubbing on his bottom. After a few minutes, Ryoma's crying and hiccupping had slowed down, and he wasn't breathing so hard anymore.
Drawing his son's pants and underwear up for him, Nanjiroh let Ryoma go, but pulled him into a hug when he saw Ryoma's face, kind of blotchy and red from crying, tears still streaming down from his eyes, and hiccupping slightly. Nanjiroh held his son's head to his chest, and Ryoma buried his face in it. Murmuring gently, Nanjiroh attempted to comfort Ryoma.
His head still buried in his father's chest, Ryoma said quietly, "I'm…I'm sorry about how I acted before, you know." It was said so softly that Nanjiroh almost didn't hear it, but he did.
"I know. It's okay now."
Ryoma shifted his head so that now his cheek was resting against his father and looked up at him uncertainly.
"So-so I'm forgiven now?"
"Of course." Nanjiroh closed his eyes and started rocking gently back and forth. "You want to wash your face and take a nap?"
Ryoma just leaned in against Nanjiroh and closed his eyes too. This was a very rare father-and-son moment for them, and Ryoma wanted to savior it for the time being. A little while later, Ryoma opened his eyes again, and yawned widely. Looking up at Nanjiroh again, he said, "A nap sounds pretty good right now."
Nanjiroh smirked a little and let go of his son.
"Then go up and wash your face. I'll be just a minute. I have something to give you."
"What is it?" Ryoma grimaced a bit. "Not another spanking, I hope."
Nanjiroh chuckled and flicked his son's forehead. "No, you little brat. Some lotion to help the pain in your butt."
Pouting a little, Ryoma turned and went upstairs to the bathroom, while Nanjiroh rummaged around the cupboards looking for some lotion. "Ah ha!" Finally finding it from behind a whole bunch of pills, Nanjiroh went to Ryoma's room, where Ryoma had changed from his school uniform to a loose T-shirt and boxers. He was trying to lie down on his bed, but found that extremely uncomfortable, and his butt was too painful to lie down on.
"It'll be a lot better if you lie down on your stomach." Nanjiroh commented from the doorway, laughing at his son.
Glaring at his dad, Ryoma proceeded to lie on his bed on his stomach. Nanjiroh sat beside him, and pulled down his boxers gingerly. Ryoma stiffened and blushed a little as his dad rubbed lotion on him.
"It's…cold."
"Yeah, well. It'll make your butt feel a lot better. It's pretty red right now."
"Thanks to you." Ryoma turned his head and glared at his dad.
"Don't blame me for all of it. You deserved it."
Ryoma chose not to reply to his dad, and turned his head away.
"C'mon. Say it. Say, 'I deserved that spanking for acting like a brat.'"
"No!"
"Say it! You know it's true!"
"Like hell it is!"
Nanjiroh put the lid on the lotion and raised his eyebrows. "Just say it."
"I told you, no!"
Swatting Ryoma's butt, Nanjiroh repeated, "Say it."
"Ow! That's cheating!"
Swatting his son again, Nanjiroh said, "It's not that hard. You just have to say, 'I deserved that spanking for acting like a brat.' See? I said it, no sweat."
Pouting, Ryoma mumbled something that sounded like, "I dssrvd tht spnkg ffr acnglke abrt."
"What was that, kid? I didn't quite catch that." Nanjiroh cupped his hear with his hand, clearly enjoying this.
Glaring daggers at his father, Ryoma said more clearly, "I deserved that spanking for acting like a brat. Happy now?"
"Yes. See it wasn't that hard, right?" Nanjiroh smirked, pulling Ryoma's boxers up.
"Hmmph." Ryoma called for Karupin to cuddle with the cat. When the cat came, Ryoma hugged it tightly, rubbing cheeks with it.
Getting up, Nanjiroh turned the lights off. "I'll wake you up later." Closing the door behind him, Nanjiroh yawned widely too. Stifling his yawn, Nanjiroh glanced at his watch, and thought, Only 1 o'clock and I'm this tired? Maybe I'll take a quick nap too… Walking slowly to the couch, Nanjiroh slumped down and before he could do anything, his eyes crashed together and sleep claimed him.