[Episode 199813] [Episode 199813]Several minutes later, Nabiki stood before her owner/spouse and their attorney, nude save for the collar the pair had chosen to borrow for the duration of their stay.
“I see you’ve opted to have your pet shave her body hair.”
“It’s just somethin’ we’re tryin’ out.”
“But that doesn’t change the fact that this can be quite symbolic.”
“It don’t symbolize nuthin’,” Ranma replied. “At least not ta me, anyways. I just think Nabiki looks better without pubes, is all.”
“I see. So I take it that the collar is the most important symbol of your relationship, then.”
“Yeah… speakin’ of which, this is a real nice one. It looks way better on her than the dog collar we’ve been usin’.” Indeed it did. While the dog collar had a tendency to hang loose around Nabiki’s neck, this one was much more snug (though not so tight as to restrict airflow, of course), suggesting that it was actually made for human use. It was a strip of black leather, about four centimeters in width, held secure with a metal buckle at the back of the neck and prominently featuring a circular metal ring that dangled from the front to facilitate the attachment of leads and other paraphernalia.
Yugemi nodded in agreement. “They’re not that expensive either, if you’re willing to shop around a little.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Ranma said pensively as he continued looking his pet over.
Nabiki stood before the others as stoically as possible, awaiting her first set of orders. When none came within a few seconds, she looked over to see her owner staring at her with a furrowed brow. “Master, is something wrong?”
“Nuthin’… it’s just…”
“Yes?”
“Don’t ya ever get embarrassed? I mean, yer standin’ in front of someone we only met yesterday wearin’ nuthin’ but a collar, an’ ya don’t even have a blush.”
“Well, I am somewhat embarrassed, Master,” Nabiki explained. “It’s just that over the years, I’ve gotten really good at hiding embarrassment.”
This caught Yugemi’s attention. “Over the years? What do you mean?”
“When you make most of your spending money through small-time gambling and information brokering, masking your emotions is essential for economic viability.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Uh, what the heck did you just say?” Ranma asked in confusion.
“Never mind,” Yugemi said. “Why don’t we decide how to begin?”
As soon as Cologne shut the door to the Nekohanten’s back room, the conversation with Akane began. “How are you doing today?”
Akane sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Look, I’m sorry if this sounds rude, but can we just skip the pleasantries? I want this conversation to finish as soon as possible.”
Cologne looked a little nonplussed, but nonetheless decided to comply with Akane’s request. “Very well. What exactly is going on between Ranma and Nabiki?”
“Well, I’m not sure exactly what’s going on, since they’ve been pretty vague on the details so far, I can tell you that the two of them have gotten married.”
“I see… and your previous claims to the contrary?”
“I was trying to protect Nabiki from all the craziness that goes with being attached to Ranma. It didn’t work.”
Cologne exhaled deeply—it was as she suspected. Ranma had finally chosen someone, and it wasn’t Shampoo, which meant that things were going to get a lot more complicated. Granted, the fact that he’d chosen Nabiki was still something of a surprise. “You have to excuse my bluntness, but I rather doubt Nabiki’s intentions.”
“If you’re wondering if this is another one of her scams, it isn’t. They’ve gotten married, and they have all the paperwork to prove it.”
“But it seems so sudden…”
“Yeah, I know. From what they’ve told me, this isn’t totally out of the blue, but they sure did a good job keeping whatever happened before a secret. Now it’s my turn to be blunt: are you going to try to do anything to my sister?”
“That would hardly be wise, for several reasons.”
“And those are?”
“First of all, attacking Ranma’s chosen spouse is probably the surest way to destroy any affection or sympathy he may have for the attacker. Second, I suspect that you would be much more formidable as an opponent if you believed that your actions were to protect your sister—I believe that you have a good deal of untapped potential that’s only waiting for the proper motivation to be released, and only a complete fool would seek to become that motivation. But finally, and perhaps most importantly, attacking Nabiki would be folly under any circumstances.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that despite her relative lack of skill in the martial arts, your sister is still one of the most dangerous potential opponents in Nerima. If Shampoo or I were to attack her, I suspect we would be deported in less than a week.”
“So you’re giving up?”
“Not just yet,” Cologne explained. “While I’ll grant you that this marriage has severely limited our options, at least from a practical standpoint, there are still a few possible outcomes that will allow Shampoo to save face. There’s no point in taking drastic actions unless they are truly warranted.”
“Really? And what outcomes would those be?”
“That,” Cologne responded, “is a matter between Ranma, Nabiki, and Shampoo.”
After a bit of deliberation, the trio finally decided that lesson one would focus on the manual application of short bursts of pressure to the posterior (also known as spanking). It seemed ideal; not only did it figure prominently in several of Nabiki’s fantasies, but it was also a subject which Ranma approached with great trepidation—not just because he was strong enough to break his pet’s hip if he overdid it, but because he still didn’t quite “get” the appeal of that particular kink.
“C’mon, Master, it’s not like it’s a big deal,” Nabiki said in mild frustration.
“Of course it’s a big deal. You ain’t done nuthin’ recently—at least nuthin’ worth spankin’ ya for. What kinda owner would I be if I punished my pet for no good reason?”
“It wouldn’t be a punishment—you’d just be doing it for your own gratification. After all, I did say you could do whatever you wanted with me.”
“Ah, I dunno….”
“Sheesh. What does a girl have to do to get a spanking around here?” Ranma’s pet asked, only partly in jest.
“I’m sorry, it’s just… I don’t really get the point behind spankin’, ya know? I mean, I know a lotta other people are into it, an’ I can see how it could be a turn-on if it’s bein’ used for an actual punishment, but spankin’ for it’s own sake just don’t make a lot of sense ta me.”
Yugemi, who had been listening to this whole interchange, put her hand to her chin and thought silently for a few moments. Finally, she spoke: “You’re really a cause-and-effect type of person, aren’t you, Ranma?”
“Whaddya mean by that?”
“I mean that you’re the type of person who likes to know the reason that things happen, if at all possible. And if I’m reading you correctly, you’re hesitant to deal out what you see as a punishment to your pet when you don’t think she’s done anything to warrant that punishment. Am I correct?”
“Uh... I guess.”
The attorney smiled reassuringly. “What I think you need, Ranma, is context. In this case, a specific reason to spank Nabiki.”
“Yeah... that’s puttin’ it pretty good.”
Yugemi nodded. “Now, even though you have every right to scour your recent memories to find something ‘spank-worthy,’ I doubt that that would fall into your definition of fairness. That’s why I think we should try another tactic.”
“What’s that?”
“As ironic as it is, given the point your relationship is already at, I think role-playing might be the best way around this.”
“Uh…”
“Rather than waiting for Nabiki to do something that you think merits a spanking, we’re all going to pretend that she’s already done that. Think back to the time before she became your pet, when she was exploiting you. Can you think of something she did then that would justify a spanking if she did it now?”
“Uh, sure. I guess if she took photos of me and sold them, that would be something.”
“Alright, then. Now, you and Nabiki are going to pretend that she’s had a lapse in her determination, and she gave into temptation and sold some photographs. You’ve just found out and you are now confronting her,” Yugemi said, sounding more like a director than a teacher.
“Uh, okay… um, so, do we just jump in?”
“Yes. Just imagine what you would say if this situation were real, and say it.”
“Alright…” Ranma replied hesitantly. “Uh, Nabiki, were you sellin’ photos of me?” he asked his pet with a pronounced lack of enthusiasm.
“No.”
This was clearly not what Ranma had expected. “What? I thought you were supposed ta be doin’ this pretendin’ thing, too.”
“Master, if you asked me that for real, my first instinct would be to deny it.”
“Oh. Uh, okay… so… where were we?”
“No, Master, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” Nabiki repeated.
“Oh, right.” Ranma cleared his throat before continuing. “Well, then why was Kuno flashin’ around more pictures of his ‘pigtailed goddess?’”
“Oh… uh… well… you see….” Nabiki replied trying to come up with an excuse (no easy task, considering that she hadn’t actually done what she was probably going to admit to).
“An’ why did I overhear Hiroshi an’ Daisuke talkin’ about the new pics they got?” Ranma said with a bit more spirit in his voice.
“Maybe they got them from someone else.”
“They said you were givin’ a discount.”
Noting that her owner’s resolve was increasing (which in turn implied that he was well on his way to suspending his disbelief, Nabiki decided that this was the point where she would be cornered if this was “for real,” and made her confession. “I’m… I’m sorry, Master,” she said, averting her eyes in shame (which, she noticed, caused her to feel a reasonable approximation of the real emotion). “But the opportunity was there, and I… and I got greedy.”
“An’ do good girls get greedy?”
“No, Master.”
“So what does that make you?”
“A bad girl.”
“That’s right. An’ what happens ta bad girls?”
“They… they need to be punished.”
“Right…” Ranma responded, trailing off. “Uh, Yugemi?” he whispered. “What do I do now?”
The attorney motioned to the straight-backed wooden chair that she’d retrieved from her closet while her students were engaged in the beginnings of improv erotica. “Take a seat,” she said, “and have your pet lay down over your legs.”
“Oh… right.” That was sort of obvious.
Once owner and pet were situated, Yugemi spoke again. “Okay, before I let the two of you get back to your scene, I have some advice for you. Make sure that all of your strikes are open-handed, Ranma, and since you don’t know how much pain your pet can handle, I suggest you start out with some relatively light swats and work your way up. Now, as for you, Nabiki, you need to make sure your owner knows how his blows make you feel, especially since this is the first time you’ve tried something like this. If the pain is too much, make sure to tell him—granted, he’s not in any way obligated to stop just because you don’t want him to continue, but by communicating with him, you’ll help him make an informed decision. Plus, this session is likely to influence the way he spanks you in the future, so any false positive feedback you give him now is likely to come back and get you in the ass, if you’ll pardon the pun.”
The pet nodded her understanding, so Yugemi continued: “Finally, I’ll stay here to watch, and I’ll intervene if I think either of you may be making any serious mistakes—but other than that, the best way to learn is through trial and error.”
Ranma nodded, and after taking a few deep breaths to solidify his resolve, he raised his hand and brought it down sharply on his pet’s posterior.
Nabiki inhaled sharply as the first blows came, more out of surprise from the impact than from any discomfort, at least at first. As the punishment continued and the spanks gradually increased in intensity, she couldn’t help but notice that the stinging pain was a bit more intense than what her fantasies had suggested, but that was overwhelmed by the sense that her Master was enforcing the standards he’d set for her—she’d been disrespectful to him, and now she was paying the consequences. Sure, technically, they were just “pretending,” but Nabiki had quickly reached the point where she didn’t care about technicalities. If she had done something like that, this was what Ranma would do, and knowing that he wouldn’t let her get away with her previous bullshit only served to reinforce the idea that she was his, and that notion was the biggest turn-on she had.
These ideas continued to swirl through the mercenary girl’s active imagination, until all of a sudden her feigned punishment was brought to a screeching halt. “Nabiki?” Ranma asked after several seconds.
“Yes?” his pet responded between heavy breaths.
“Do ya think you’ve been punished enough?”
It was then that Nabiki realized that she’d forgotten to clearly communicate with her owner; she’d allowed herself to assume that Ranma knew what her limits were, even though she had no basis for such an assumption. It was time for a cold, honest assessment of her situation—a purely erotic spanking could wait for another time, when her Master had more experience with it. “I… I’m not sure, Master. It… it hurts, but I think I can take a little more… if you think I need it….”
“I noticed yer gettin’ wet.”
“Yes…” She actually hadn’t been paying too much attention to that, but it was hardly surprising—this was a fantasy of hers, and she was quite turned on, so it was only natural that her body would respond accordingly.
Ranma paused, though whether it was in deliberation or to create suspense was beyond Nabiki’s comprehension at the moment. Finally, the silence was interrupted by three more slaps—harder than before, but still within Nabiki’s tolerance for pain. The sudden surprise released enough emotional tension to cause the pet to release her physical tension in the form of an orgasm, emitting a moan that was equal parts pleasure and anguish.
As Ranma wiped his now somewhat-sticky hand on his pant leg, he stood his pet up and made his own pronouncement: “Yeah, I think that’s enough.”
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