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A Bad Boy and His Punishment
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female › Sasuke/Sakura
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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5,902
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Chapter 3
Sasuke's breath hitched as he tried to prevent the hiccoughs from coming out.
A ninja was strong. A ninja showed no emotions and hides signs of his pain.
He was Uchiha. Uchiha were the elite of the elite. He... he would not show how painful the spanking he had been given was.
Uchiha did not need to think on the reason of why he had been spanked. Of how bad a bad boy he had been to need such spanking.
Uchiha were NOT bad boys.
'Ahh... but good boys didn't think about or tried running away from their village to older men for power, did they?' A traitorous part of Sasuke's mind murmured to that line of thought. 'Nor did they massacre the entire Uchiha clan.'
No, Uchiha could be... bad in some cases. Very bad.
"Sasuke-kun," Sakura's voice was accompanied by her warm breath against his ear. The odd almost-metallic distortion in her voice wasn't natural, now that he thought about it.
"Sa... Sakura, you have a bloodlimit of some kin... kind, don't you?" the young ninja was proud of the way he didn't sob or hiccough as he spoke. His previous actions or lack there of was indicative of something odd.
"Mmmh mh, come along," the pink haired kunoichi's words slipped easily into the back of his mind and Sasuke found himself obeying her.
"Some... some kind of mind... mind control effect," he continued to work out what was happening here, even as his mind dimly noted that he was being guided away from the corner he had stood at for some time and more importantly, his pants and underwear.
Face pink with embaressment, Sasuke winced at the cool touch of his team-mate's hand on his rear, and the realization of the fact that 'little Sasuke' was still stiffly standing upright.
"Shhh... you don't need to worry about that," once more the odd echoing voice of his team-mate settled into the recesses of his mind, Sasuke dry-swallowed as he came to acknowledge that he didn't know much of his team-mate beyond the notion that she was a weak fangirl who played at being a kunoichi.
Looking around the room that he had been brought to, the panicked fear that he had been brought to the bedroom of one his fangirls rose in his gut.
He... he was going to be raped.
By one of his fangirls...
A ninja was strong. A ninja showed no emotions and hides signs of his pain.
He was Uchiha. Uchiha were the elite of the elite. He... he would not show how painful the spanking he had been given was.
Uchiha did not need to think on the reason of why he had been spanked. Of how bad a bad boy he had been to need such spanking.
Uchiha were NOT bad boys.
'Ahh... but good boys didn't think about or tried running away from their village to older men for power, did they?' A traitorous part of Sasuke's mind murmured to that line of thought. 'Nor did they massacre the entire Uchiha clan.'
No, Uchiha could be... bad in some cases. Very bad.
"Sasuke-kun," Sakura's voice was accompanied by her warm breath against his ear. The odd almost-metallic distortion in her voice wasn't natural, now that he thought about it.
"Sa... Sakura, you have a bloodlimit of some kin... kind, don't you?" the young ninja was proud of the way he didn't sob or hiccough as he spoke. His previous actions or lack there of was indicative of something odd.
"Mmmh mh, come along," the pink haired kunoichi's words slipped easily into the back of his mind and Sasuke found himself obeying her.
"Some... some kind of mind... mind control effect," he continued to work out what was happening here, even as his mind dimly noted that he was being guided away from the corner he had stood at for some time and more importantly, his pants and underwear.
Face pink with embaressment, Sasuke winced at the cool touch of his team-mate's hand on his rear, and the realization of the fact that 'little Sasuke' was still stiffly standing upright.
"Shhh... you don't need to worry about that," once more the odd echoing voice of his team-mate settled into the recesses of his mind, Sasuke dry-swallowed as he came to acknowledge that he didn't know much of his team-mate beyond the notion that she was a weak fangirl who played at being a kunoichi.
Looking around the room that he had been brought to, the panicked fear that he had been brought to the bedroom of one his fangirls rose in his gut.
He... he was going to be raped.
By one of his fangirls...