Sins, Not Tragedies

A/N: Hurray! More yuri! There really isn’t much good yuri, and I hope that you guys count this among the good pieces. Anyway, now that we know how they met, let’s take a look at how Sakura and Ino live together, and what Ino does for a living, though not necessarily in that order!

Fun stuff!: Dress up, spanking (O_o’), and infidelity. Oh…and dog training, of a sort.

Chapter 2: Another Day, Another Dollar

Ino winced. There were times…times when she just wanted to have a normal job. Nine to five, like Sakura did. A desk, a telephone, an outdated computer, and a perverted boss. That would, on some days, suit her just fine. Right now was one of those times. She never did understand why men enjoyed pain the way they did. But she wasn’t going to complain, since it was her job to give them precisely that when they wanted, and she was damned good at it.

A perverted boss would have been fine with her. Instead, she just had—at the moment—the goofiest perverted client known to man. He smiled dopily up at her from where he sat on the floor. She was standing over him with her arms folded over her chest and glaring testily at him. He was, by far, the strangest client she’d had all week. “Sit up straight.” The man, who was still clad in a charcoal gray business suit, sat up properly, his back as straight as a board. Ino wanted to roll her eyes.

“Stand up.” White hair swirled around his head as he stood, towering over her. She was now looking up at six feet, five inches of broad shoulders, white hair and perversion. He smiled down at her, and she really did feel like she was dealing with some kind of good-natured dog. One that would hump her leg at any moment. That was the trouble with this sort of case. If one wanted to be treated as a puppy in training, one was expected, in part, to disobey. Reaching up, Ino scratched behind the man’s ear. “Good boy. Now, take off your clothes.”

Standing there, waiting, she watched him practically tear off his clothing. “Now, now…Jiraiya, you need to be careful about this. You needn’t rip anything.” The man was looking at her like he wasn’t sure what she was saying. Exasperated, she said, “Take them off slowly and carefully.” The old pervert did as he was told, looking like a dog that has been kicked. The contract for him read strangely. He didn’t want any sex, but just to be spanked and treated like a puppy. Wierdo.

Now that he was naked, it was time for stupid human tricks. He came to stand in front of her, looking quite eager. “We’re going to start with something simple. Let’s do sitting again. Sit!” Ino’s hand made a small, sharp motion, ending in a cupped shape with her fingers pointing to the floor. Jiraiya sat down on the cold marble floor. Smiling broadly, she said, “Good boy, Jiraiya! You’re such a good boy!” He tried to reach for her, but she smacked his hands away. “Now, that’s not what you’re learning today. Let’s try another one.”

Ino backed away a step, then held up her hand in a motion that clearly indicated that he should stay where he was. “Stay!” He did as he was told when she walked across the room. “Very good. Now let’s try this.” Pointing sharply to the bed, she said, “Heel!” Jiraiya, who must have been in his sixties, jumped up from the floor and ran over to the bed, launching himself onto it and bouncing madly like a little boy. If Ino were insane, she would think it was cute. “Last trick, and then you get your treat, okay?”

He nodded vigorously, and she said, “Beg!”

Jiraiya hopped down from the bed and got on his knees in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her legs and looked up at her with such pitiful eyes that she was almost brought to tears of laughter. But she was a professional. She could take it, even if it was from this buffoon. In a pleading voice, the man said, “Please, please, please, can I have my treat now?”

Ino laughed as she nodded. “Now that’s what I like to hear.” She pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her bag, cinching them tightly around his wrists. “Comfy?” she asked, mocking him in an amused sort of way. He shook his head. “Good. You’re not supposed to be…”

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Ino dialed a number on her cellular phone as she stood outside the hotel.

“Hello. Fantasy Brokers, Limited. This is Karin, how may I assist you?”

“Karin, it’s Ino. Put him on.” Her voice was testier than usual, and she could hear Karin squeak into the phone as she transferred her call.

A rather…playful voice came over the line. “What can I do for you, Ino?”

“You moron, Kidomaru! What the fuck was up with sending me another weirdo? I could barely keep myself from laughing the whole time!” The man on the other end of the line chuckled. She glared at a garbage can in his stead, and said in a deadly calm voice, “He wanted me to hit him with a rolled up newspaper, Kido…if I get one more of these sick fucks, I’m going to work for Gaara. Got me?”

The usually mischievous man said in a tone that was full of pleading, “No, no! Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell Tayuya to take care of him next time…it’s just that, well, he asked for you, and—“

Ino wanted to spit, she was so angry. She hailed a taxi, and climbed inside. “I’m coming over there, Kido. If you don’t have your little buddies Ukon and Sakon to protect you, I’m going to do to you what I did to Orochimaru the last time I had him.” There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, and she could tell he was sitting there at his desk with his mouth hanging open.

“Ino, darling! Can’t we talk about this?”

She leaned back in the cab, feeling rather pleased with herself now. Kidomaru was on the ropes, just where she liked him. If you gave the man in inch, he’d take a mile, and then some. Domination…all in the head, darling. “If you’re very nice to me for the next…three weeks, and don’t send me any more weird guys who want to be treated like Rover, I’ll think about letting you off the hook. I’m still coming over. Do I have any more clients today?”

Now it was Kidomaru’s turn to sound smug. “Your Thursday usual.”

Ino groaned. “Why me?” Her head fell back against the seat cover. “Do I have to?”

“Mhmm,” She could hear the smile on his face. “The usual place, one o’clock, sharp. And he wants you to wear the red one.” Ino rolled her eyes. Had she even brought the red corset? Damn him for being so Goddamned picky. It wasn’t as if anything ever actually happened. She wasn’t sure, when she had tea with someone, why she was supposed to wear leather and carry a whip. Kidomaru hung up the phone, and Ino slumped in her seat. Huffing lightly, she opened her duffle and began rifling through it.

At least he wasn’t a sick fuck. The guy was, actually, a perfect gentleman. Her only problem was that inevitably, talk would turn to one subject, and she wasn’t at all comfortable with it.

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Ino sat demurely in spite of the constricting leather of her corset. Beautiful eyes watched her, light against pale skin. Her ankles crossed and uncrossed nervously as she sipped at Darjeeling and cream.

“It’s a beautiful day…” she felt relieved when this man was looking at the sunny garden outside the window, rather than her. Her left hand ran over the black silk of her skirt, and her right replaced the teacup on its saucer where it sat on a table with an ornate mosaic on its top. “Ino,” he said, hooking a sheet of coffee-colored hair behind his left ear, “Why won’t you answer my question?”

She sighed. It took a long, long moment before she said, “Because. I am not obligated by my contract to volunteer any personal information about myself.” Her legalese was practiced, but she knew he wouldn’t leave it at that. He never did.

“But Ino…I thought that you knew that I don’t think of this as a contract. I enjoy our time together, more than I can say, but I don’t think of you as a—“

“A what?” she said a bit bitingly, “A whore?”

Pale eyes squeezed shut, and a frown graced his shapely mouth. “Don’t say that word, Ino. You are not a…a…”

“Whore, Neji. You can say it.” Ino sipped her tea now, in her element. “No matter what you might think you feel, you use me, the same as all of the others do. Your intentions are—and I thank you for it—more noble than most, but you still pay large amounts of money for my time.”

At that, his pale face flushed in anger. Ino’s hand paused in the act of setting down her cup. He had never been angry with her before. Only sad at her refusals. She sighed as she set down her cup. “What do you want from me, Neji?” The man stood to his full height, and crossed the short distance to where she sat. “Neji?” He leaned down toward her, planting both of his hands on the arms of her chair, effectively trapping Ino in her seat.

“How…how can you say such things?” The man’s hair hung partially in his face, but he ignored it as he pressed closer to her. “You know that I love you, Ino. I would do anything for you. If only you would do the same for me…” Soft lips pressed against hers, and she gasped in surprise. Neji’s tongue slid past her parted lips, and Ino’s heart sank. She was hoping that this would not happen. She couldn’t allow herself to respond, not when Sakura waited at home for her. After a moment, he pulled away. “Do you feel nothing?”

Looking away from him, she said, “I can’t, Neji. I—“ she couldn’t finish, since her lips were claimed forcefully, taking her breath away. It was like the way Sakura kissed her…no…bad idea to mix these two people up. But it was too late. Ino already felt herself responding to him, her body beginning to heat as she thought of how soft Sakura’s skin was against hers, and how forceful that meek woman could become when she really wanted to be. When his hands found her face, cupping it and pulling her closer, she gave a small moan. Sakura always did that…

“Ino,” Neji said between kisses, “I want to make love to you…” His hands moved lower, caressing the skin of her neck, tracing the swell of her breast. “Please…” Why was this affecting her so? What was it? Was it how his hands were slightly rough, and touched her in ways that reminded her of her lover? Was it that he kissed her with a ferociously gentle passion? One large hand had made its way to her thigh, rubbing slightly, and he pulled away from her. “Ino?” She looked up at him with clouded eyes. “Ino, will you?” That hand slid under the hem of her skirt, to find the silk of her panties, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body and she let out a soft whimper.

“N-Neji…” her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. She had lost her edge. Ino was now the submissive, bending to his will. That woke her up. Submissive was something that she was not. Sitting up straight and taking him by his tie, she said primly, “Now, we can’t have you being so forceful, sir. That goes against my very nature. On your knees.”

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It was now seven in the evening, and Ino was exhausted. She felt dirty. All she wanted was to go home and shower to scrub away the taint of the man she had been with. Usually, her job did not involve sex. It was only by her own personal permission that she ever performed any true sexual acts. Today, she had done much more than just have sex. Granted, she had pictured Sakura’s pink-haired head between her legs, and pretended that it was her lover’s fingers probing at her, rather than Neji’s manhood, but still…

Ino felt dirty.

All she wanted was a shower, and bed. No food…she’d probably throw it up.

Was it really cheating if it was for her job? In the end, she would have to tell Sakura, and she didn’t want to face her lover’s wrath just now. But if she didn’t do it when she got home, she wouldn’t tell her, and it would fester inside her.

This wasn’t the first time. She had had sex with clients before. Sakura had been furious. That was early on in their relationship, and long before Sakura decided that she wanted a baby. Now, having finally conceived (all of the fertility drugs and the en vitro had actually worked), she was testier than ever. She was going to be very upset with Ino, and she would probably cry. God, did Ino hate it when Sakura cried. It was always so draining for both of them. Anything Sakura did, she put her entire self into, and that included bitching, and bawling.

The cab stopped, and Ino gave the man more than needed, claiming it was a tip since he didn’t hit any pot-holes. She entered the building, and got into the elevator, pushing the button for the fifth floor. When the doors opened, she could hear yelling from down the hall. The voice sounded familiar. Naruto? Ino’s eyes narrowed. “Bastard…”

Finding the door unlocked, she walked through the living room, and into the kitchen. There, she found a bulging Sakura with tears in her eyes and Naruto towering over her, shaking a finger in her direction. “I can’t believe you’d say something like that, Sakura! Maybe Ino, but—“

In a tone of annoyance, Ino said from across the bar, “Maybe I’d say what, Uzumaki?” His mouth shut with a click, and his eyes widened in fear. Walking casually around the bar, she said, “I hope you’re planning on apologizing to her. Otherwise, I’ll have to break out my gear.” Naruto stammered, making an apology before she got to him, and beat him over the head several times. “When (smack) will you (smack) learn not to fuck with her (smack) (smack)?! Bastard! You should apologize for real now! She’s crying!”

Naruto looked at Sakura, whose face was now wet with tears. She was sniffling, too. “Oh, Sakura…” he said softly after Ino’s final smack to his head, “I’m so sorry…I overreacted.” He put his arms around her, and she cried for a moment longer before she stopped. That was when Ino intervened.

“You’re damned right you overreacted!” Ino growled before grabbing him and hauling him to the door. “Come back when you learn some manners!” When she got back to the kitchen, Sakura threw her arms around Ino’s neck, sobbing. “Oh, baby…it looks like both of us had a bad day…” It took nearly five whole minutes of Ino stroking her lover’s hair to quiet her. She reached down and lifted Sakura’s chin. “You okay?” The sniffling woman dried her tears with the back of her hand and nodded. “Good girl. How’s the little monster?” Ino smoothed a hand over the bulge in Sakura’s dress, smiling softly.

Sakura smiled at her, biting her lip. “Fine…the little critter’s doing just fine. I’m so glad you’re home…” Sakura lay her face against Ino’s shoulder, and her arms encircled a slender waist. Her tone suddenly changed, and it was all Ino could do not to flinch away from her lover. “Ino…” the woman purred dangerously in her ear, “…you smell…like sex…why?” The way Sakura asked that question made her wonder if there was a right answer. It seemed that she was rather up Shit Creek without a paddle.

“I…I had sex for work…” she said dully, and green eyes looked at her in question. “I couldn’t help it…he touched me like you do…and I imagined you doing those things to me…I’m sorry, Sakura. I feel so…dirty.” There was a furrow over Sakura’s forehead, and Ino watched as the corners of Sakura’s mouth turned down. “Sakura?” The shorter woman took hold of her wrist and started pulling her. “Am I in trouble?”

The blank look she got from those green eyes made her cringe. “Yes…I would say that you are in trouble of a sort…and I have the perfect punishment for you.” What on earth that could mean, Ino did not know, but she was certain to find out soon enough. When they reached their bedroom, Sakura started rifling through a large red bag, and pulled a smaller white bag out. “Put that on.”

Confused, Ino frowned at the white paper bag she held. “But—“

“No buts! Go and put that on right now, Ino. Don’t give me any of your complaints.” Sakura had planted her hands on her hips, and stood just barely on tiptoe so that she could be at eye level with her. Ino wasn’t exactly sure, but was that a vein poking out in the middle of Sakura’s forehead? When one pink eyebrow rose threateningly, Ino squeaked and ran into the bathroom.

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Sakura smirked at the bathroom door. Wait for it…

“Sakuraaaaa….” Ino’s voice whined through the wood panel, “What the hell is this?”

“The punishment fits the crime, Ino. Just put it on.” There was a lot of grumbling, and a few curses before the door opened. In the meantime, Sakura pulled her hair up into a high bun, and donned a pair of square glasses. This was going to be fun.

When the door finally opened, Ino stepped out, a frown on her face. She wore a very short black and red pleated skirt and a white short-sleeved button up shirt, with a black necktie. Black knee-high socks and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes completed the schoolgirl outfit Sakura had bought. Ino grumped, “What the hell, Sakura?”

One delicate pink eyebrow rose. “I don’t think you know just how much trouble you’re in, Miss Yamanaka.” Sakura pointed a finger at the chair positioned in the middle of the floor. “Sit, and we’ll discuss the disciplinary actions I will have to take.” Ino was watching her warily, taking in the minor changes to her appearance. She still wore her blue dress, but it had a different look, now that it was coupled with the glasses. When it finally appeared that Ino understood, she crossed the room to the chair and sat, assuming a posture of disinterest.

“Whatever.” The blonde woman said as she sat. Ino crossed her legs, and the skirt rode up, allowing Sakura a glimpse of the pristine white cotton panties she wore underneath it. She smiled wickedly. Oh, was this going to be fun.

“Now,” Sakura said as she approached, “What do you have to say for yourself?” Now standing over Ino, she watched insolent blue eyes look up at her, and a small smile curve full lips. “Fraternization is a serious offense.”

Ino’s voice came out as a purr. “Is it?” The blonde woman leaned forward, the white fabric of her shirt straining against her breasts, almost enough to pop the buttons. “How serious?”

“It depends,” Sakura’s voice went low as she bent down, placing a hand on Ino’s knee. “On the…extent of the offense.” Ino gave a jump, her eyes widening as Sakura’s hand slid up the outside of her crossed leg, feeling smooth skin.

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Ino didn’t understand. What had suddenly gotten into Sakura? She should have been in a screaming tirade right about now. Instead, they were playing dress-up. And Ino was playing along. She couldn’t help it. This was looking pretty interesting. “The extent?” Ino asked, her voice sounding innocent and seductive at the same time.

Sakura nodded gravely as one finger traced the edge of Ino’s panties. “Yes. What exactly happened? I must know, so that a proper punishment can be devised…” That teasing hand moved back, and grasped Ino’s knee, pushing it off of her other leg. “What did he do? What did you do to him?” Ino nearly jumped out of her chair when Sakura’s hands parted her thighs. “Come on, now. You can tell me. What did he do…Ino?”

Ino’s apprehension was not false when she shifted in her seat. “He…I…I can’t.” Looking away, she bit her lip. She just couldn’t tell her that. Ino could still remember the way Sakura had yelled, and then cried the first time. It had been horrible. The last thing she wanted right then was to see Sakura’s face red, her eyes filled with anger and hurt.

“Well…if you won’t tell me, Ino, then I suppose I’ll have to resort to more extreme measures.” Ino didn’t have time to wonder what she meant. Before she had a chance to ask, Sakura had taken hold of her arm. For such a small woman, she was quite strong, and she used that strength to her advantage. Ino found herself bent over the back of the chair, her rear end in the air.

“Sakura, what are you—ack!” Something stung across her backside, and she blinked rapidly. The other woman was standing rather smugly over her, holding a large ruler, which she was utilizing as a paddle. Before she could complain again, there was another sharp smacking sound echoing through the room. Ino squeaked, then groaned as she felt the familiar tingle of arousal beginning to spread through her. She’d never let anyone spank her before, but somehow, when the ruler snapped against her bottom, leaving behind a momentary sting, she couldn’t say she didn’t like it.

“Now, Ino, are you going to tell me, or do I need to make you beg?” Sakura crossed her arms under her breasts, the ruler dangling from her right hand. There was something in that little smile on her lips that made Ino both angry and aroused at the same time. She remained as she was: silent. “No?” Sakura asked, cocking her head to the right. “You certainly are being stubborn.” Ino smirked.

Standing up straight, Ino turned to the shorter woman. “You, Madame, are treading on dangerous ground.” The cockiness in Sakura’s eyes faltered as she stepped closer. “Are you sure you want to play the domination game with me? You’ll lose.” That seemed to light a fire under Sakura. She squared her shoulders, and looked up at Ino with something close to anger, laced with defiance.

“Who says I’m playing that game?” Sakura’s voice was low, almost a whisper. Her face was very close now, and Ino could feel her breath on her face. “I was just going to teach you a lesson.” Sakura’s face dipped down, and Ino felt her tongue tracing along one of the tendons of her neck. She bit back a groan. “I can’t pretend to be dominant like you. But…” Nimble fingers loosened, then removed the tie Ino wore, and Sakura moved around to Ino’s back. For some reason, Ino couldn’t resist as her hands were bound with the black silk tie. Sakura’s voice came in her ear, finishing the sentence she had begun. “I never have liked to share.”

A hand crept up the back of Ino’s left thigh, playing along the edge of her panties. Her stomach clenched as Sakura ran her fingers forward, around her leg, to drag her nails over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Ahhh…” The sigh that escaped her was involuntary. And now that she was bound, she couldn’t lift a finger to do anything. Sakura’s hands reached around her, unfastening the buttons of her blouse. They came open willingly, since the shirt was far too tight to begin with. The other woman then slipped her hands inside to play over the skin of her stomach, up to her breasts, which were covered in a white, lacy bra.

Her body was on fire. It was like that night, the night she met Sakura. The difference was that this time, Sakura was on the offensive. Ino felt her skirt sliding down her legs. The material felt rough against her skin, which seemed to become more sensitive with every passing moment. Then, as if it just knew that she was beginning to enjoy herself, the telephone rang.

Sakura’s hands paused in their movements. The ringing continued. Making a very irritated noise, Sakura said, “Stay right where you are.” Ino watched as she moved to the night table, where she picked up the telephone receiver. “Hello? Oh, Kidomaru…no she can’t go to another client’s house. No. No, she really can’t. I’m in the middle of punishing her. Yes, I’ll be sure not to leave any marks.” Her back was to Ino, but she just knew that Sakura was smiling. “Oh, you dirty man, you. No, you will not. The only one that’s going to fuck her good and proper from now on is me. And you can tell that to whoever her client was this afternoon. Got me?” That possessive tone in her voice was almost scary, and Ino stood in the middle of the floor, Her skirt around her ankles, shirt open, wishing that Sakura would get off of the phone. The air was almost too cold on her skin, and in spite of the disgusted feeling she’d had when she got home, she had forgotten all about that. Ino’s body had betrayed her, just like it always did where Sakura was concerned.

During her thoughts on how her body was hot and cold at the same time, she realized that there were ways to make her get off of the phone. Stepping out of her fallen skirt, Ino crept over to where Sakura stood. She wasn’t going to be able to do this easily, with her hands tied behind her back, but Ino was pretty sure that she could seduce Sakura into getting off of the phone without actually touching her with her hands at all.

The wonderful thing about the dress Sakura was wearing was that it zipped up the back. Ino took hold of that zipper with her teeth, pulling it down slowly. Sakura tensed as she said, “Kidomaru, I don’t want her to see that man again.” Again, using her mouth, Ino pulled the dress from the creamy skin of Sakura’s shoulder. Sakura looked over her shoulder, green eyes promising retribution as Ino smirked and mouthed words at her.

“Keep talking,” she said, before moving around to Sakura’s front and leaning down. The other woman did continue to talk, her voice becoming a distant drone as Ino concentrated on only one thing: making Sakura hang up the phone. Her teeth pulled at the front of the blue dress, and after several tugs, Ino had exposed Sakura’s left breast, still trapped in a sheer pink bra. It was all Ino could do not to lick her lips as she saw the shadow of Sakura’s nipple.

“What’s that?” Sakura asked as Ino slid down the strap to her bra. Her tongue ran over her breast until its journey was interrupted by the barely-there pink fabric. Instead of pulling it down, Ino nipped at the hardening skin through the translucent pink fabric. The other woman breathed in sharply. Encouraged, she redoubled her efforts, beginning to suck at the spot. All the while her body was becoming warmer, crying out for some kind of skin contact. Had she been a bit more confident in her ability to grip things with her teeth, she’d have pulled the plug on the telephone.

Instead, Ino took hold of the edge of the pale pink bra, pulling at it until she was able to peel the moist fabric from Sakura’s breast. With a wide swipe of her tongue, Ino felt the hardened flesh, and gave it a sharp little bite before abandoning it for Sakura’s neck. Her tongue now tracing nonsensical patterns over the pale skin of her lover’s throat, Ino pressed close to her. Her legs were beginning to tremble as those damned white panties Sakura had made her put on were getting soaked. The need was getting to be far too strong, and Sakura just wouldn’t shut up…

Finally, she’d had it. Bringing her mouth up to a delicately structured ear, Ino licked at the lobe, and breathed, “Get off of the phone, Sakura.” When Sakura turned to look at her, there was a smirk on her lips. It was then that Ino realized that Sakura had broken her. Damn it…Without finishing her conversation with Kidomaru, Sakura pressed the little button to hang up. That infuriating little smile was back again.

“My, my…aren’t we impatient?” The phone hit its cradle with a soft click, and Sakura blinked slowly. “Are you sorry enough, Ino, or do I have to punish you some more?” God, if she were to do that, Ino would go insane. Her mouth was suddenly dry. The evil glint in those green eyes was not a little scary. But it wasn’t as if she didn’t love it. Ino was pretty sure that she would be allowed to gain release, but she’d be put through all seven layers of Hell before she got it. That suspicion was confirmed when she watched Sakura replace her dress exactly as it had been.

The smile on Sakura’s face grew wider at the way Ino’s legs shook. “You liked it when I spanked you, didn’t you Ino?” Sakura purred, her fingers playing over the skin at the edge of Ino’s bra.

A little moan forced its way from her throat. “Yes…”

Those evil fingers slid down until they slipped into the front of Ino’s panties. Sakura nodded. “It appears that you did.” One fingertip grazed Ino’s clitoris, and she moaned heavily, panting and trying to lean on Sakura for support. “But it looks like you like this much better. Should I do this until I make you come, Ino? Or would you like me to spank you again?” Unable to speak, she just moaned. Her mouth blindly sought out a target, and latched onto Sakura’s neck. It was too much, with the way her lover’s fingers slid teasingly against her dripping wetness, but wouldn’t touch her otherwise. “I know,” Sakura continued, “I could do both.”

A disappointed whine left her mouth when Sakura’s hand slid out of her panties. Soon, though, the smaller woman was untying her hands, and bending her over the chair again. The panties, as well as the shirt and bra, were lost some time between when Ino’s wrists were unbound, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of black socks and Mary-Jane shoes. She grasped the chair back tightly, spreading her legs just wider than shoulder-width apart. “Mmm…” she heard Sakura say, “…You know, I think I want a picture of this…” a hand ran teasingly up the back of her thigh, over her right buttock. Ino cried out when that hand moved back down again, two fingers roughly burying themselves into her.

“Sakura!” Ino screamed, her nails biting into the wood of the chair as her lover’s fingers moved within her, and again when Sakura’s ruler slapped at her bare skin. “God…” she said loudly as a spike of surprised desire shot through her, “…again…oh God…again…” The next time the flat of the ruler connected, Ino’s back arched, and she pushed back against Sakura’s fingers. The stinging tingled up her spine, and she felt as if her entire body tensed, anticipation of the next strike filling her.

But the strike never came. She heard the ruler clatter to the floor, and Sakura shifted to stand at her side. A hot tongue traveled over the skin of her back, trailing up her spine as Sakura’s free hand ran across her side to caress her right breast. There was a little bit of pain when she pinched at the nipple, but it only made Ino moan heavily, the tell-tale burn of her orgasm beginning to build. That hand slid lower, until it worked at her clitoris, and it became too much. She could barely breathe enough to let out a strangled gasp at the over-stimulation, and then… “S…Sakura…oh God…” Ino squeezed her eyes shut and gripped so hard at the chair that she broke one of her nails, but she did not notice. Color exploded behind her eyelids, and she whimpered, “I’m coming…don’t stop…I’m coming, Sakura!”

After what might have been the longest orgasm Ino had ever experienced, Sakura allowed her to collapse to the floor, the smaller woman holding her gently. She felt a soft kiss on the side of her neck. “I love you, Ino…”

“Mmm…love you, baby…” Ino said tiredly, her smile feeling far larger than it should be. “Can I have some ice for my butt now?” Both women laughed. God, I love you…Ino thought, feeling relaxed even if her rear end did smart just a bit.

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A/N: That was for Lae, my beta. She’s been sick, and I hope she’s feeling better!