I got a request to do something like this, and though I wasn't comfortable adding full BDSM to it, I hope the one who requested it still enjoys it!

Sarada glanced over at her mother from the corners of her eyes; watching silently while Sakura busied herself with cutting up some of the raw vegetables that would soon be going into the pot that was sitting idly on the stove, a roaring and rolling flame at its base. The soft melody of her mother's humming was calming; a tune that was the pinkette's "go-to" whenever she was able to get off of work a little early to be able to spend some time with her daughter.

"Mama…," the young child called and the sounds of metal against wood ceased briefly as Sakura glanced up at her tiny offspring. "Have you seen my book? You know, the one about the rainbow fish and the sea?"

Sakura pondered, face contorted into a mask of focus, before she met her daughter's dark gaze again. "Is that the one we read last night?" Sarada nodded eagerly. "I believe I put it in the top drawer of my bedside table."

"Okay, I'll go get it!"

"Hurry now though because dinner will be ready soon," Sakura insisted before the sounds of cutting continued. Sarada excused herself and wandered down the hall, past the bathroom and her bedroom, until she reached the only door that sat at the very end.

After a brief pause… and a sharp inhale of breath, she turned the knob and pushed the wooden barrier open; revealing a neatly kept room and the warmth that came from the familiar smells that naturally surrounded both of her parents. Now… normally… their room was off limits to her, unless given specific permission from her Mama or Papa, (which usually happened because let's face it… they both have a soft spot for their baby girl) but she still knew where everything was placed.

So, Sarada stepped forward on tiny feet and made her way around the king-sized bed to what was deemed as her mother's side (or what she thought it was anyway) and grabbed the small, rounded knob, then opened the bottom drawer slowly. Her black eyes widened, before her brows drew together in confusion. 'What the…'

It wasn't a sweet and innocent children's book… that she had originally been searching for… that she found. No, this was something far more different. She reached in and plucked the object from its resting position, then brought it up to eye level... ever so closely, as she tried to decipher what it could possibly be.

No, it definitely wasn't a book. But then… what could it be?

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Sakura hummed to herself while placing the potato and carrots into the cooking pot; the tune was relaxed and joyful. The smells of cooked cuisine brought warmth to her heart, while the soft sounds of tiny feet heading her way, brought an even warmer smile to her plump lips.

"Did you find it, Sarada," she called out to her child, but when no response came, Sakura glanced up… only to grow slightly pale, and then rapidly darken to a vibrant shade of red… when she gazed upon her daughter; or more accurately, the item in her hands. "W-where… did you get that?"

"I found it," Sarada seemed a little too proud of herself, and Sakura thought that perhaps… just maybe… her daughter's childhood wonder was just a little too much at times for her own good. The youngster tilted her head to one side while onyx-colored eyes narrowed in concentration. "Mama, what is it? Is it a toy? Can I play with it?"

"NO!" The almost harsh tone that Sakura used seemed to startle the poor girl; who gazed up at her mother with wide, nearly fearful, eyes. Sarada's bottom lip began to tremble and Sakura could see the start of tears forming in corners of the child's irises. She took a deep breath, closing her viridescent eyes and counting to ten, before opening them again and forcing a smile to pull her lips upwards. Sakura placed a calming hand upon her offspring's shoulder; hoping it would help to sooth her scared state.

"Sorry, Sarada. But that's not a toy for you to play with. It's one of my… special things that you shouldn't mess with. Something that you should never touch… alright. Now," Sakura used as gentle of a timbre as she could muster and reached her free hand out towards her only daughter. "Let me have it so I can put it away."

"But, but what is it, Mama," the child continued; visibly pacified now, but also still just as curious. "Can I have one… a special thing that's just mine? Just like you."

Sakura felt like ramming her head into a wall to end her own misery, but took the "toy" in question from the girl's hands and headed back towards the bedroom. "I don't think so darling…," she called out to her as she placed it back in the drawer; shutting AND locking it this time. "Not until you are older." Much older was stated under the woman's breath when she pulled her bedroom door shut behind her and made her way back to the kitchen where Sarada was waiting for her.

"So, is it a toy just for grownups?"

The pinkette simply blinked, while her mind raced. 'Is this really a conversation I'm having with my six year old daughter? Is she really asking me about… ugh, I should have locked it last time Sasuke-Kun and I—'

"Mama," the small raven-haired child called out to grab her mothers attention once again. "Well, is it?"

"Is it what?"

"MAMA!" The small girl was practically exasperated now and rolled her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest. "I said, is it a toy for grownups? Like for you and Papa."

Sakura could think of absolutely nothing to say that would explain this and glanced around the room before spotting something that she hoped and prayed would distract her child from any further interrogation.

She reached for the plate and held it out to the small child. "Sure it is. Now, who wants a cookie?"

Sarada's eyes lit up before narrowing in suspicion; her head tilting to the side slightly. "Before supper? But you never…"

"One little cookie won't ruin your appetite, Sarada; and besides, I want to hear how your day was. Did Boruto and Hima play nicely this time? Did you share?"

Thank god the topic change, combined with the sugary sweet, seemed to distract her… because Sarada didn't ask about the "toy" again. 'Crisis averted…,' Sakura thought that night as she tucked herself in for bed. Her eyes shifted to the drawer and her cheeks turned pink as memories of her husband using that specific toy on her began to resurface.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would claim her soon after.

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10 years later…

"Come on Sarada… let's keep going," Chōchō pushed, shifting her own shopping bags a little higher up on the crease of her elbows. "All of the really good stuff will be gone by the time we get there." Sarada rolled her eyes, but followed the over-exuberant girl nonetheless. Even though shopping was one of her least favorite hobbies, she still enjoyed tagging along to spend some time with her longtime, childhood friend.

"I doubt it. We came too early for ALL of it to be gone."

Chōchō huffed in annoyance and gave her a frustrated glare. "I swear, sometimes… I just don't see how we've stayed besties for so long." Sarada held onto her own shopping bag a little tighter; sending her companion a rather wicked smirk.

"It's all due to my charm and wit… not to mention my extremely good looks."

The girls looked at each other before bursting out in a fit of laughter that had other patrons turning their heads to glance at the girls in anger; tears practically forming in their eyes due to the sheer joy of their easy banter. Sarada nudged her friend's shoulder playfully.

"Okay, enough of your jokes, Sarada. Let's get serious. We have a dance coming up… and I want to find the perfect dress to wear!"

"I don't see why you are making it such a big deal," the raven-haired beauty sighed, shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalant manner. "It's not like it's that big of a deal. Besides, you wear the dress once and then what? You either throw it out or sell it? I think it's a waste of time and money."

"Just because you're not a romantic, Sarada… doesn't mean you have to ruin it for the rest of us. Anyway, I thought you and Boruto were going together? Doesn't he want you to dress up for the occasion."

Sarada blushed at this. "Hey! Our parents… well, our moms and his dad… are making us go together. I don't even want to. But, I just can't say no to Mama. She just looked so happy when she thought that I had already agreed to the arrangement, that I said yes without even thinking of the consequences or repercussions. Now, I'm stuck with the idiot for the whole entire night…"

Chōchō chuckled light-heartedly and pushed the young woman gently with her hand. "Come on, it won't be that bad. It's better than my date. Mine was arranged to… I'm stuck with Inojin for the evening. Can you imagine it? Can you?" Sarada simply shrugged, and was about to respond when the teen beside her squealed loudly. "Oh, we have to go to this store! I have heard about it from some of the other girls."

Chōchō deviated from their previous path and Sarada reluctantly followed; eyes shifting to the new store with only mild interest. The interior looked dark; almost out of place compared to the rest of the lively activity in the mall. As she walked in through the opened doors, she was beginning to understand why. Because as far as the eyes could see—

"Um, Chōchō? What exactly is it that the other girls told you about this place?"

"Huh…," the other woman asked in confusion, before her brows lifted in recognition. "They said it was a fun little place to buy some… supplies."

"And did they tell you what those supplies would be?"

"… maybe. But hey, since we are here… let's check it out."

Sarada was uncomfortable the entire time she was there, following her best friend around as she looked at the randomly assorted items with much more interest; as she herself avoided eye contact… with as much of it as she possibly could. Sarada did spot a couple things, such as the wall of dildos and vibrates, that caused her to increase her efforts to avoid further embarrassment on her part.

It wasn't until they got the "exotic wall of toys" section that she grew the most discomfort. For it was there that her mind brought up an old… very repressed memory. One that had her blushing from head to toe, in a darker shade of pink than her mother's natural hair color. She grasped onto Chōchō's arm and pulled. "Hey, umm… Chōchō. I think I'm getting a little hungry."

"But it's…"

"I heard that they have your favorite chips as a side."

Chōchō's face lit up, and she grasped Sarada's hand while making her way towards the exit. "Why didn't you just say so, girl. I can always go for a snack!"

With great relief now flooding her body, Sarada began to count to ten slowly; in hopes that the images of what she had just seen… combined with the simple idea that her very own parents would use such a thing in such a way… would be eliminated from her own memories… permanently.

I mean, the idea that her parents were into BDSM, was simply absurd. She would rather just forget… it would be for the best, for all of those involved.

Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.