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The Saotomes and Tendos were sitting around the table in the dining room of the Tendo home, neither quite sure what to say. Genma Saotome had just relayed the story about how he and his son had acquired their curses, and Soun had followed that up with the announcement that one of his three daughters had to marry Ranma.
"Oh! He wants Akane!" Kasumi said quickly.
"Yes, definitely!" Nabiki agreed. "Akane doesn't like boys, and Ranma's a girl half of the time. They're a perfect match!"
"I'm not gonna marry him! He's a freak and pervert!" Akane said rather vehemently.
"Now now, Akane," Soun said. "It's a matter of family honour."
"See, they're already arguing like the perfect couple!" Genma said with a chuckle.
"Quite right, Saotome!" Soun said, joining in his friend's chuckling.
"He's a couple all by himself, I'm not going to marry that freak!"
*WHAM!*
Ranma dusted off his hands as he looked at Akane buried under the table he had just brought down on her head, an expression of contempt on his face. "Call me a freak and a pervert, will you?"
"Now that she had coming," Genma said. The others only nodded in agreement.
Ranma was seriously starting to question his old man's sanity. They had been staying with the Tendos for five days now, and he and Akane had spent almost the whole time arguing. Though one couldn't really call them arguments. Akane usually took offence to something Ranma said or did, and started insulting him. Ranma, not one to take verbal abuse from anybody, at certainly not some arrogant chick with the grace of a hippo, usually replied by sending Akane to sleep. In the most creatively violent manner he could think of.
Right now, Ranma and Akane were once again arguing. And once again, it was Akane that had started off their fight.
"You freak! Pervert! Sex-changing womanising idiot!"
Ranma turned towards the annoying girl, his hand already pulled back for a nice pimp slap, when something caught his eye. "Wait a minute," he said as he noticed the tips of Akane's breasts trying to poke a hole through her shirt. "You're getting off on this!"
Akane blushed, a nice deep red that started at her hairline and spread all the way down her face and throat. "I do not! Take that back, you pervert!"
"Tch," Ranma snorted as he turned away.
"Hey! Don't walk away from me, you jerk!" Akane called after him, stomping her foot when he just kept on ignoring her. "Ass."
"So, how's it going with your fiancée?" Genma asked his son as they were having their usual evening meditation session in the dojo. Both were standing on their heads, with their legs folded and their arms crossed in front of their chests.
Ranma opened one eye to shoot his father an evil glare. "I found out that Akane gets off on me punishing her. Can you believe it? All this time she's been accusing me of being a freak and a pervert, when she's the only pervert here!"
Genma sprang to his feet and kicked his son in the ribs, sending him crashing to the floor. "Foolish boy! What are you doing out here? Go in there and give your fiancée what she needs!"
Ranma scowled as he got back to his feet. "Shut up, old fool! I'm not gonna do something like that!" He further expressed his dislike with his father's idea by pummelling him into unconsciousness.
"Idiot," he muttered as he walked out.
"I can't believe this! I'm surrounded by perverts," Ranma grumbled under his breath as he walked into the kitchen. He had just beaten the shit out of his father for his perverted suggestion that Ranma actually go and fulfil Akane's fetish and decided he deserved a snack.
"Oh, hello, Ranma-kun," Kasumi greeted him. "Is something wrong?"
Ranma waved her off. "Don't worry about it. Just pops and Akane being idiots."
"Why don't you tell me about it? Maybe I can help," Kasumi said. She took off and hung up her apron before she sat down at the small table in the kitchen. "Here, sit down," she said, patting the chair next to her.
Ranma became uncomfortable. There was no way he was going to tell Kasumi about his problems. They were of a too private nature. And besides, they'd only been staying with the Tendos for a few days, but Ranma was already certain that Kasumi wouldn't be too comfortable talking about the things he had deduced about Akane.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, Kasumi. You probably don't want to hear about this."
"Nonsense! I'm sure that whatever troubles you, it can't be that bad."
"Trust me, you really don't want to hear about this." At least, Ranma was sure she didn't want to hear about this. Kasumi just seemed so nice and ... innocent. He couldn't bring himself to burden her with his troubles.
"You're our guest, Ranma-kun. And as your host it is my duty to help you as best as I can." Kasumi beamed one of her bright smiles at Ranma. "So, just go ahead and tell me. I'm sure I can help."
Ranma looked into Kasumi's eyes for a long moment, trying to see if she was telling the truth. Her offer seemed to be honest, and her confidence in her ability to handle whatever he was about to tell her genuine.
In the end, he decided that Kasumi was probably the only person in the household who could help him with this. "Well, okay, but don't say that I didn't warn you!"
So, despite still having some doubts, Ranma took a seat beside her and told her about the things he had found out about Akane and what his father suggested he do about it. When he was finished he looked up, expecting to see a brightly blushing Kasumi with an embarrassed expression on her face.
Kasumi didn't really look embarrassed, but she had tears in her eyes. "Oh, please, Ranma-kun! Could you do it? You'd be doing our family a great favour!"
Blinking, Ranma leaned back, not believing his ears. "What? You want me to actually go up and pu- punish Akane?"
Kasumi nodded, focusing her gaze on her lap as she fiddled with the hem of her apron. "Yes. I'm afraid Akane hasn't had the best experience with men, and she's never had an assertive male figure in her life. All the boys at her school seem to be interested in rather ... improper things, and father never had it in him to be strict with any of us. Now it seems like Akane's secretly been craving for a strong man to subdue her and show her the error of her ways because of all this."
"That doesn't make any sense," Ranma said. "Why would she want me to beat her up- I mean punish her?" he quickly corrected himself. "She has all those guys at school that are trying to beat her up, and she hates that. It doesn't seem like I'd be doing anything different."
"No! You're wrong!" Kasumi said forcefully, raising her head to pin Ranma with a determined look. She enveloped his left hand in both of hers as she went on, "Despite what's happening at school, Akane's still secretly wishing for a strong man to reign in her violent outbursts and bad temper. She knows that the boys at school are only interested in doing things that are ... improper, and she resents them for it, but you're different. You've declared your displeasure with your situation from the beginning, and that tells Akane that you're not like the boys at school. You see? You're perfect."
"I don't know," Ranma said, squirming slightly as Kasumi continued to caress his hand. "It just doesn't feel right for me to be doing something so ... perverted."
"Please, Ranma-kun, I'm begging you! Akane needs a strong man to be a good influence and guiding force in her life, and none of us can fill that role. Can't you do it, for us? For me?"
Ranma looked into Kasumi's tear-filled eyes as he heard the distinct note of pleading in her voice. That, combined with the almost desperate way she was now clutching his hand, caused his resolve to crumble. "A-all right, Kasumi. I'll give it a try. I don't know if I can be what you're hoping for, though."
"Oh, thank you!" Kasumi said as she enveloped the young man in a crushing hug, burying his face between her breasts. "You won't regret this. I promise!" She eased up a little on her embrace and pushed Ranma back a bit to look into his eyes. "If you come to my room tonight, I'll give you something special to show my gratitude."
Ranma stood in front of the door to Akane's room, one hand raised to knock as he shuffled awkwardly from foot to foot. He had decided to get this punishment session over with as soon as possible, preferring embarrassment with a quick end over endless feelings of dread and bad conscience.
The only problem was that he had no idea how to actually go about punishing Akane. All the times he had slapped the girl around up to then had been because she had insulted him and pissed him off.
And that was what Ranma was having trouble with now. Akane hadn't done anything to piss him off – at least not in the last thirty minutes – and just going in there and beating her up for no reason other than Kasumi asking him to felt ... wrong to him.
He stepped back from the door, lowering his hand again and hanging his head. "How the hell do I go about punishing her?" he asked no one in particular, scratching the back of his head as he frowned in thought.
Maybe he should try to be polite and reasonable about it.
'Hey, Akane. It's become clear that you want a strong boy to show you who's boss, and I'm here to fulfil your wish. And also because Kasumi asked me to do this.'
No, Ranma shook his head, that wouldn't do. Not only didn't he give a flying fuck about what that brat Akane wanted, telling her that he was doing this because Kasumi had asked him to would give her more ammunition to ridicule him. The great Ranma Saotome, powerless to deny Kasumi. What a joke!
The best way would probably be to just barge in there, throw that little bitch over his lap and spank her until she was so sore, she'd be unable to sit without a cushion for a week.
Yes, Ranma nodded, that was the way he'd do this. Mentally steeling himself, he threw open Akane's door and marched into her room as if he owned the place.
Startled, Akane quickly snatched her hand up from her crotch and swivelled her chair around. "You!" she said. "What do you want here, pervert?"
Ranma didn't answer her right away. He calmly closed and locked the door before he brought his attention to the youngest Tendo daughter, pinning her with a hard look.
Akane gasped, her face flushing red and her eyes widening. "Ge- get out of my room, you freak! Pervert!"
Ranma narrowed his eyes, glaring at the bitch. "Shut up!" He walked towards the desk Akane was sitting at and roughly grabbed her arm. "Get up!"
"W-what? Ouch! Stop it, you're hurting me!"
Ranma snorted. Did he look like he cared? He hauled Akane to a standing position and took over her vacated seat, then brought the stupefied girl back down and laid her across his lap.
"Y-you pervert! What are you doing?" Akane protested. She immediately started wiggling on Ranma's lap, wildly flailing her arms and legs in an effort to escape.
SMACK!
"Shut up!" Ranma said again. Then followed his order with another slap of Akane's ass.
SMACK!
Akane stiffened, her eyes widening, before she resumed her struggling. "S-stop it, Ranma!"
Ranma scowled, putting his left hand between Akane's shoulder blades to hold the girl down as he raised his right hand for another round of slaps.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Akane whimpered, her eyes filling with tears. "Ouch! P-please stop."
SMACK!
"Shut up!" Ranma ordered again, resting his hand on Akane's ass. "You've been a real bitch, Akane. Ever since I've come here you've been constantly insulting me and making fun of my curse. You even went so far as to tell all your little friends at school that I'm a pervert. It's time you got what's coming to you."
He quickly flipped up Akane's skirt, revealing blue and white polka dotted panties, and lay another round of hard slaps on the girl's already rosy ass.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"P-please, I'm sorry!" Akane said, tears now freely streaming down her cheeks. "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry!"
SMACK!
"How many times do I have to tell you to shut the fuck up?!" Ranma said, punctuating his question with another hard slap. Despite his initial misgivings, Ranma could feel himself become aroused, and he had to shift slightly to make his growing erection less noticeable to the girl lying over his lap.
"I've had a talk with Kasumi earlier," Ranma said, resting his hand on Akane's ass. Without conscious effort, that hand started to lightly squeeze and massage the girl's pert bottom. "She's told me that you've always been a bitch, even as a little girl, and that no one had the balls to punish you for your bratty behaviour. Well, I have the balls, and I'm sick of you acting like some uber bitch."
Ranma grabbed a hold of the waistband of Akane's panties and with one forceful pull, he ripped them right off of the startled girl. The panties come off with a loud ripping sound, eliciting a frightened squeak from the girl resting on Ranma's lap.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ranma laid another round of hard slaps on Akane's now bare ass, turning it quickly into a deep red colour.
"Things are going to change here from now on," he told Akane. "You'll stop acting like a bitch and be at least civil towards me, understand?"
Akane only whimpered.
SMACK! SMACK!
Spanking the girl twice in quick succession, Ranma repeated his question. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes! I promise I'll try to be nice from now on!" Akane said between sobs. Her face was flushed red, thick streams of tears were running down her cheeks and a trail of snot hung from her nose.
"That's my good girl," Ranma said, patting Akane's ass as a reward for her obedience, before he shifted awkwardly around on the chair. His dick was completely hard by now, and there was no way the girl lying on his lap didn't notice it poking her stomach, but Ranma found he didn't care. He was long past the point where Akane finding out that spanking her turned him on bothered him.
"I don't believe you'll be able to change over night," he told her as he went back to squeezing the firm, and now quite red, cheeks of her ass, "and I fully expect that we'll have to repeat your sessions until you're finally able to treat boys like normal people. So if you don't want to be treated like a little girl you better put some real effort into changing your behaviour! Understood?"
"Y-yes! I understand! I'll try to be better from now!" Akane replied quickly. "Just please, please..."
"Please what?" Ranma asked, his hand still caressing Akane's bottom.
"T-touch me," Akane whimpered.
Ranma raised an eyebrow, an act that was lost on the girl. Had he heard that right? "Come again?"
"I said touch me!" Akane repeated, louder this time.
SMACK!
"Don't tell me what to do!" Ranma said, emphasising his order with another hard slap of her ass. Then he went back to gently stroking and caressing it again. "But let's say I'd be willing to do as you say. Where do you want me to touch you?"
In response, Akane made a noise somewhere between a sob and a whimper.
SMACK! SMACK!
"I asked you a question, answer me!"
"My pussy! I want you to touch my pussy!"
"Heh," Ranma chuckled, "don't tell me getting your ass paddled has turned you on." He stroked his hand over the swell of Akane's ass and down to her pussy, finding it dripping wet. "Oh my, you are turned on. Now who's the pervert?"
Akane mumbled something.
SMACK! SMACK!
"Speak up, bitch! I can't hear you!"
"I'm the pervert!" Akane suddenly burst forth. "I'm a little slut that loves to be spanked and put in her place by a strong man!"
Ranma smirked. "Yes, you are. You're nothing but a dirty little pervert slut. And for finally realising that, I'll even grant you your wish." Saying that, Ranma plunged his index and middle finger to the knuckle into Akane's dripping wet snatch, causing the girl to howl like a bitch in heat.
"My, what a horny little whore you are," Ranma said as he started pumping his fingers rapidly inside Akane's spasming cunt, setting her off on the road to what was promising to be an orgasm beyond anything she had ever achieved herself.
Akane's cunt was clutching Ranma's fingers tightly, but at the same time it seemed to be trying to force them out with its strong rhythmic contractions. Curling his fingers, Ranma sought out and then started massaging Akane's g-spot as he lowered his thumb to brush across her erect clit. "Isn't that right? You're nothing but a dirty little slut!"
"O God yes! I'm a bitch! A cunt! A dirty little pervert slut! AAAAAAH!" Akane howled as she came all over Ranma's hand, the strong muscles of her cunt rippling over his fingers as they tried to suck them in deeper and push them out at the same time. She twitched and shook like a slut during her orgasm, and had to bite down on her hand to keep the whole neighbourhood from hearing her cum her brains out.
Ranma smirked as he kept on fingering the twitching girl relentlessly, driving her to greater and greater heights of pleasure, setting off a chain of multiple orgasms that had the the poor girl shaking almost hard enough to throw her off Ranma's lap. Readjusting his grip on the girl with his left hand, Ranma had to admit that he was getting off on watching her juices squirt out around his fingers as he continued fucking her mercilessly.
He kept the girl going until she was nothing but a quivering, whimpering wreck of flesh, too exhausted to even scream. Only then did he finally pull his fingers out of her twitching cunt.
The sensation of having Ranma's thick fingers pulled out of her cunt set off another orgasm in Akane, and she howled anew into her hand as a thick jet of her juices shot forth from her pussy to splatter noisily on the floor.
"Tch, pathetic," Ranma said as he pushed Akane off his lap. She fell to the floor with a thud and immediately curled up into a ball, still twitching and shivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Ranma ignored her pathetic whimpering and went to the door, unlocking and opening it. "And remember: One slip up and I'll beat your ass raw again!"
As he walked out, he wondered if Akane considered his words a promise or a warning.
Later that night, Ranma was knocking on the door to Kasumi's room. He had just finished paddling Akane's shapely ass until it was raw and was left with a giant raging boner trying to break out of the confines of his pants. He hoped he had interpreted Kasumi's comment she had made that evening right and the girl was going to help him with it.
"Come in!" Kasumi called out.
Ranma opened the door and slowly crept into Kasumi's room, taking a look around.
It was a nice room with a big bed standing along the wall in one corner, a wardrobe with two doors and a mirror standing against the opposite wall, and a sideboard standing along the third wall. On top of the sideboard Kasumi had arranged about a dozen small porcelain figurines.
"Oh, Ranma-kun!" Kasumi said as Ranma entered. The young man did a double take when he saw what she was wearing. Kasumi was dressed in a very sheer nightgown that fit her nicely, moulding to her curves in a shimmering waterfall of dark blue silk. It seemed to have built-in support for her breasts, because they were looking rather perky tonight. "I heard you taking care of Akane and I can't tell you how grateful I am! Just let me get you your special present."
Ranma watched with keen interest as Kasumi got up and walked over to her wardrobe, bending over to rummage around inside. The way her behind wiggled did nothing to calm Ranma's raging boner. If anything, it made it worse.
"Here we go!" Kasumi said suddenly, turning around with a sky blue sweater in her arms. "I knitted this myself and thought you should have it as a thank you for what you're doing for Akane."
Ranma blinked stupidly at Kasumi, but accepted the sweater. "Oh, uh, thanks. I guess."
"Was there something else?" Kasumi asked as Ranma continued to stand there like a lost lamb, startling the young man out of his stupor.
"Ah, no," Ranma said. "I'll guess I'll just be going then." He turned around to leave.
And knocked over three of the figurines standing on the sideboard with his hard dick.
"Oh my god! I'm sorry!" He said quickly, his face flaming red in embarrassment.
"Oh my!" Kasumi said when she finally noticed Ranma's condition. "You seem to be in some discomfort, Ranma-kun. Do you want me to help you take care of that?"
Ranma averted his eyes as his blush turned an even brighter red. He had come to Kasumi's room because he wanted her to get him off, but he hadn't expected her to be so direct about it! "S-sure. I mean, only if you don't mind."
"Oh, I don't mind, Ranma-kun. Just stand right there." She went over to the cupboard and opened a drawer. When she turned around again, she had a long ruler in her hand.
Ranma looked at Kasumi with a puzzled expression on his face. Was she going to measure his dick?
Kasumi's intent quickly became clear when she raised the hand holding the ruler...
SMACK!
...and brought it down on Ranma's bulge with all her might.
Ranma went cross-eyed and started gagging in pain, but Kasumi wasn't done yet. Again and again she smacked Ranma's dick with the ruler, until Ranma was lying on the floor curled up into the fetal position.
"Bad penis, bad! That's not nice in polite company!" She scolded Ranma's pride when she was finished.
All Ranma could do was whimper pathetically as tears streamed down his cheeks.
"There, all better!" Kasumi said before she put the ruler back. When she turned around and found Ranma still a whimpering ball of pathetic manflesh on the ground she frowned. "Hmm, maybe I went a little bit overboard," she mused.
She knelt down beside the quivering young man and gave his shoulder a light shake. "Ranma-kun, are you all right?"
Ranma didn't answer with words. Instead he tried to kind of inch away like a caterpillar, desperate to put as much distance between himself and this crazy girl as he could, whimpering like a terminally ill dog.
"Oh my! I'm sorry, Ranma-kun. I wasn't trying to hurt you," Kasumi said. Then an attractive blush spread across her cheeks as she bit her lower lip cutely. "D-do you want me to, uhm, to kiss it and make it better?"
Ranma's eyes widened as his heart rate tripled in panic and he tried to scramble to an upright position. He ended up tripping over his own feet and lying flat on the ground on his back, the wind momentarily knocked out of him.
Kasumi obviously took this action as consent and quickly relieved Ranma of his trousers and boxer shorts, her eyes widening as she saw Ranma's package for the first time. "Oh, oh, oh my," she stammered. "S-so big. And so ... blue." She frowned. "Did I do that to you? I'm so sorry!"
Ranma pushed himself off the ground with his arms and tried to crab walk away, but froze when Kasumi put her hands on his inner thigh, dangerously close to his privates. He momentarily debated whether he should just try getting away despite having the hand of an either extremely violent or just very clueless girl within grabbing distance of his dick, or if he should deal with her like he would a dangerous predator: stay still in the hope that she would just believe him dead and lose interest. His choice was made for him when Kasumi started stroking his abused manhood with her other hand, her fingertips barely whispering along his length.
Against Ranma's will, blood started flowing back into his dick, which slowly became hard again. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan as Kasumi continued her soothing strokes along his length but had started murmuring soothing nonsense as well.
"There, there, little one," she murmured, the 'little' making Ranma wince. "It'll be better soon."
When Ranma's dick had grown almost completely hard, Kasumi bent forward, bringing her mouth close, her moist breath flowing over his sensitive cock head and sending shivers down Ranma's spine. Then, sticking out her tongue, Kasumi swiped it across the knob.
A jolt of pleasure shot from Ranma's dick up his spine and into his brain, short-circuiting his motor control and causing Ranma to go rigid and his eyes to cross as his dick went all the way to full erection with just that one swipe of Kasumi's tongue. The sensation was unlike anything Ranma had ever felt before. Kasumi's tongue was smooth but also wet and pleasantly warm.
Ranma relaxed slightly as the shock caused by Kasumi's sudden action faded away, and he groaned as he let his head loll back. He had never imagined that having his dick touched and licked by a girl could feel this good. The sensations caused by Kasumi's steady teasing licks combined with the deft stroking of her hand were incredible, and he was approaching orgasm far quicker than during any of his masturbation session.
He brought his head up to watch what the girl between his legs was doing when she moved the hand that had been resting on his thigh to his balls and started squeezing and massaging them. Seeing the attractive form of Kasumi, her face flushed and her breath coming in rapid gasps, between his legs as she worshipped his cock was almost too much for Ranma. Groaning, he closed his eyes and started reciting a passage from his history book in his head to keep himself from cumming all over her face.
When he opened his eyes again, it was to see Kasumi opening her mouth as wide as she could in order to take the broad head of his cock into her mouth.
"O God!" Ranma gasped. He had thought just having her stroke and lick his dick was good, but having it inside her mouth was ten times better! It was hot and wet, and her lips were unbelievably soft around his dick as her tongue continue to stroke and lick the tip of his manhood.
"Ka- Kasumi, I'm ... I'm gonnaaaAAAAAARGH!" Ranma screamed as Kasumi suddenly bit down.
The agony coursing through Ranma's body was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. Worse than being mauled by dozens of starving cats. Worse than having his dick slapped black and blue with a ruler. It was a pain so bad he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.
What felt like decades later, Ranma was finally able to concentrate beyond the pain. His legs shot out and encircled Kasumi's waist, causing the girl to yelp in surprise. Ranma used this opportunity to throw her across room and make good on his escape. Before he really realised what had happened, he was lying curled up and whimpering in his futon.
He decided then and there that he would pack his stuff and leave this mad house as soon as he was able to move without feeling like his dick was being ripped off.