[Episode 124119] [Episode 124119]“Now that’s a dumb question,” Nabiki said in an acerbic tone. Her temper was not in the least improved by the stinging sensations in her fingers. She waved her hand in the air to cool the heat. “Damn, Saotome, I always new you were a hard-ass, but this is ridiculous.
“Serves you right,” Ranma retorted, rolling off of Nabiki’s lap and to her feet. She rubbed her abused rear with both hands. It wasn’t that Nabiki had actually hurt her, but the place where her hand had landed was sending very strong messages to her brain despite that. Messages that Ranma didn’t really know how to handle.
“Why, because I didn’t act like a meek little slave and let you do what you wanted to me,” Nabiki said. She got to her own feet and advanced on Ranma, who backed away nervously, until her back hit a wall. “Well, I got news for you, Ranma-chan, I’m not your slave. I don’t have to do what you say, or what you want. I can do what I want, and what I want is this,” Nabiki lowered her head and kissed Ranma letting her body press against the smaller girl.
Ranma was flustered and confused. Nabiki’s single blow was still lingering, and the heat from it was spreading between her legs. And now she was being kissed, very expertly and that was causing a whole new wave of heat to spread through her body. Moving downward to meet the heat radiating from her groin.
When Ranma had come to this dimension, she’d been given the knowledge needed to make her Nabiki’s perfect master. All the expertise and confidence around women her counterpart had worked years gaining was her’s. But none of that seemed to make a bit of difference when she was a girl herself. None of that information was available to her when she was in this body.
Worse, she still had the same strong desires she had as a guy, but she lacked the assurance to aggressively seek out relief from them. That had made is oh so easy to simply give in and let Ukyou, and now Nabiki have their way with her. In fact, the download from the other Ranma made the situation even worse as his mind set had been firmly locked into the idea that women were submissive. That had been a great help to Ranma as a guy, allowing him to be aggressive and dominant with Nabiki. But, as a girl, she was finding that it even affected her self image when she was a girl. Being sexually submissive was a good thing. The only up side was that she seemed able to direct the desire to be dominated toward female partners She didn’t know what she’d do if she started feeling this way about guys.
Ranma gave a soft moan as Nabiki’s hand slid down her sides and in around the small of her back, pressing between her body and the wall, and then easing down to cup her petite rear. “Ouch! Ranma cried out in shock, her eyes going wide as Nabiki pinched her hard on both ass cheeks. The sudden sharp pain breaking her out of her dazed state. Pinned as she was against the wall, she couldn’t escape without forcing herself away from Nabiki, and she found she was reluctant to do that. So she tried to bluster her way out of her situation. “Nabiki, stop that right now!” she ordered the taller girl.
“Or what? You’ll punish me?”
“Damn right.”
“How?”
“Huh? What do you mean how? I’ll punish you that’s all.”
“How will you punish me,” Nabiki asked, pressing her self against Ranma, her breasts slipping over top of the smaller girl’s bountiful gifts and pressing up under Ranma’s chin, forcing her to turn her face up toward Nabiki. “Will you switch me? Like Father did Kimiko?”
Ranma’s face was turning red and she was sweating at Nabiki’s close proximity and from the way Nabiki’s hands were kneading her backside. Not to mention the way her breasts were cradling her face. “Yes,” she said with a little gasp.
“But that’s so impersonal,” Nabiki protested. “Wouldn’t you rather lay me over your lap and spank me with your hard bare hand?” she asked in a husky voice.
Ranma was becoming more and more turned on. It should have been at the thought of turning Nabiki over her knee and spanking her till her shapely bottom was as red as a cherry, but somehow she couldn’t make the image stick in her mind. She’d struggle and imagine herself as a guy, laying into Nabiki hard, but each time she started to relax into the fantasy the girl over the boy’s lap would change to herself, and the boy would change to either Ukyou or Nabiki, with the bias moving more and more toward Nabiki as that girl’s hands wandered over her buttocks.
“Or maybe I’ve been too bad for that,” Nabiki said, leaning down so her mouth was next to Ranma’s ear. “Maybe you’d like to hang me up by my wrists, with my toes barely touching the ground, and whip me till I scream for your hard cock to fill me to the brim.”
“Yes, that, I want that,” Ranma panted.
“Oh, master, you are so strong,” Nabiki purred letting her body slide down Ranma’s, her breasts compressing against Ranma’s for a second until they slid free and over her belly as Nabiki continued to lower herself. Nabiki paused to take one of Ranma’s nipples in her mouth, sucking hard and making it swell inside her warm oral cavity. She lashed the captured nub with her tongue, drawing a gasp from Ranma. Drawing away, leaving a trailer of spit hanging between her mouth and Ranma’s breast for a second, she started to kiss her way down Ranma’s belly till her nose nuzzled into Ranma’s copper curls and she could breath in the heady scent of the small girl’s arousal.
“Do you want me to make you feel good before you whip me Master?” Nabiki asked, puffing a breath of air over Ranma’s engorged sex.
“Oh, god yes,” Ranma said, bucking her hips toward Nabiki’s face.
“Well you aren’t going to get it,” Nabiki snapped back, her sultry voice suddenly showing the underlying anger behind her actions. She rolled back on her heels and rose to her feet, leaving her glowering down at Ranma’s flushed countenance. “You’ve caused me grief, Ranko, and you’re the one who deserves to be punished. Don’t you think so?”
“Wha, Nabiki, what?”
“Do you think it’s fair that you switch to a girl and go off to have fun while I’m being twisted up inside because the slave bond broke?” Nabiki demanded, not giving Ranma time to gather her thoughts.
“No, I mean, I didn’t know,”
“Oh, so that makes it ok. It doesn’t matter how much you hurt me. Because you didn’t mean to do it.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, so you do think you should be punished for being so thoughtless?”
“Yes, I mean . . .”
“Good, then let’s do it,” Nabiki said with a smirk as she took hold of Ranma’s arm and dragged the girl across the room.
“Wait, Nabiki,” Ranma protested, but did little to stop Nabiki as she was pulled across the bed toward the footboard of the bed. Her eyes went wide as she suddenly remembered the scene she’s stumbled onto the day before. Her mom, No-chan, draped over a bed just like this one, while Nabiki’s mom Kimiko switched her bottom, and pleasured her to the heights of ecstasy. Her stomach was suddenly churning with need, and she offered little resistance as Nabiki pushed her muscular belly down over the padded top of the footboard, and she only made token protests as Nabiki secured her ankles and wrists with the leather straps that were part of the bed’s equipment.
Nabiki was feeling more that a little flushed herself as she finished tying Ranma’s down. She stepped back and admired the wide legged stance of the little girl. All her bounty exposed and vulnerable. Ranma was certainly lucky she wasn’t a boy, because there was no way she’d have been able to resist taking advantage of what Ranma was offering, right this second.
Nabiki was trembling in anticipation as she plucked one of several switches that were resting in a tall narrow case beside the bedroom door. Nabiki was by preference, submissive, she had truly enjoyed being Ranma’s slave. But back home she had never been able to let that part of her show, and in her few relationships, with both male and female, she had been the dominate one, the aggressor, the one who called the shots. That had left the boys with blue balls, and the girls with sore tongues, but she’d never gone as far as she planned on going with Ranma, and she was finding the idea of switching the pert bottom in front of her exciting.
But not so exciting that she failed to snatch Ranma’s heavy seal ring from where it rested on the night stand and slipped it on her finger. It was loose, and would have fallen free if she had not clenched that hand tightly around the switch.
“Now where shall we start,” Nabiki said in a husky voice as she trailed the tip of the switch over Ranma’s bottom, causing it to quiver and flex.
“Just get it over with,” Ranma demanded, her voice husky with mingled dread and anticipation. “Ouch,” She cried out in surprise as Nabiki delivered a stinging lash across both her cheeks.
“Silence you! I’m the one giving the orders here,” she said. “This will last as long as I want.” As she talked she let the tip of her switch slip between Ranma’s legs and she lifted it slightly so it pressed between the folds of her sex, parting them and rubbing against Ranma’s delicate inner flesh.
“Ahhhhhh,” Ranma cried out and her butt clenched as she tried to squeeze herself around the slim switch.
“Oh, so you like that,” Nabiki purred slipping the slender want back and forth, rubbing Ranma’s clit and inner flesh with the smooth surface that quickly picked up a glistening coating from Ranma’s arousal. “Maybe you like it too much,” she said, pulling the slender staff free and raising it high. “How do you like this.”
Ranma gave a sudden cry as Nabiki lashed down, laying another stripe next to the one already decorating her ass. Again and again the switch lifted and fell. Ranma twitched and twisted but could not escape the angry sting. But even with the sharp burning across her muscular ass, she was still a swamp between her legs, her arousal not retreating, but instead growing.
After the tenth stroke, Nabiki dropped to her knees, letting the switch fall free as she rested both hands on Ranma welted ass and pulled her wide so she could bury her face between them and drive her tongue deep into Ranma’s wet depths.
The cries Ranma had emitted while being switched paled in comparison to the ones she let loose now as Nabiki’s talented tongue seemed to find every super sensitive nerve she possessed. Her pleasure cascaded, growing higher and higher, and as she crested the top and gave a howl of release, a round cold object was pressed firmly against her bottom.
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