A Bad Boy and His Punishment

The hardest thing that she found herself doing that night wasn't catching Sasuke, nor was it taking him to her mother, or even controlling her urges while she had her hands on him.

No, it was something small and ludicrous. Also completely unexpected. But at the same time, the hardest thing ever that she had to struggle with. The twenty-fifth Shinobi rule; a shinobi must never show their tears. Or a variant of it... she had to struggle so very hard to hide her blush and just how she found Sasuke standing before her to be... cute.

Standing in front of her with his "little Sasuke" at attention.

Putting on her pristine white panties.

Oh, if only Ino had been here to see it. She would be so jealous and... why wouldn't she want to show this to Ino again? Weren't they friends again, after all? And didn't friends share?

Sakura breathed out again at the memory of the sight of the hardness trapped in her white panties, and then... ahhhh... when he had put on her spats, how his "Uchiha pride" had been confined by its all too tight stretchy fabric. How she could see everything outlined as if the spats were a second skin.

Even now as she watched Sasuke run back home, if the direction he was heading was any judge, she had to dab at her nose which had started to bleed at the memory she had of him leaping out her window, of how form fitting the spats had been.

There was a shake of head as she sighed at the memories there. She would need some... a lone time later. Yes, later.

For now, she had to speak to her mother.

- - -

A quick walk downstairs and she was treated to the sight of her mother preparing to head out. While, technically, she was a civilian or rather a retired kunochi, she was still consulted by certain parts of the Konoha shinobi hierarchy for unspecified things.

"Mother?"

"Mmmmm, I take it then that he left?" the question by her mot5her seemed almost unnecessary.

"Kind of? He was heading home the last I saw," Sakura looked down, disappointed that Sasuke had left.

The Haruno matriarch paused, tilted her head and looked at Sakura. "Well, I'm sure the ANBU will keep an eye on him and make sure he won't run for it."

"You did good," There was a gentle rustle of Sakura's hair by her mother. "But I really did wish you didn't have to do what you did there."

With that, Sakura watched her mother leave for work.

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