'Glynda Goodwitch' Getting Spanked

"Now everyone, I'm going to show you what Glynda really uses her riding crop for." He announced to much applause.

Glynda frowned as she had no idea what the man was getting at, she used the Disciplinarian as a tool to defend herself, what other purpose could it serve?

He felt the man grab her by the arm and drag her towards a chair, before she could ask he sat down, leaving her too awkward stand over him. She looked around nervously as everyone's attention were on them...or her more accurately. She squirmed a little at the extra attention she was receiving.

She heard him clear his throat getting her attention. She looked down at just saw him sitting down with the riding crop in his hand looking back up at her as if he was expecting her to do something.

Seeing her confusion he just sighed angrily before patting his lap. Glynda's eyes narrowed as she finally put two and two together. The crop in his hand, him motioning his lap, he wanted to fucking spank her!

She felt her fist clench and her face get rid, she was a respected Huntress not a toy to be used for his pleasure! She was about to give him a scolding that would destroy his hearing before she stopped herself. She was undercover, she wasn't Glynda Goodwitch Huntress and teacher at Beacon, she was Glynda Goodwitch, cosplayer. She felt her face heat up at the notion to actually agreeing to **** herself, but as she looked at the giant audience they have, if she caused a scene that would tip off the faunus and all of James work would be destroyed.

She sighed before lowering herself on her knee's and leaning over his lap. It didn't help that she was 6'5 feet tall so she had to inadvertently raise her ass higher in the air just put herself in a comfortable position on the hard wood stage.

*RIP*

Glynda froze as she heard the fabric of her shirt ripped. She glanced down in horror as her shirt started to fall down, no longer held together. Before her breasts could be exposed the excited crowd she hastily placed her right arm in front of her bust, keeping the shirt as a make shift cover.

She closed her eyes, and tried to image herself in her happy place. Yes, during class, she was in the middle of watching two of her students in the middle of the match, she was safely dressed in her clothes, her boobs and undergarments are not the focus of anyone's attention she was perfectly hap-

*Smack*

Glynda's eyes opened and she had bite her lip down as she felt her right butt cheek sting at being hit. She glared at the faunus and was ready to give her a peace of her mi-

*Smack*

Glynda had to hold back another painful moan as this time it was her left butt cheek. Soon the faunus had a rhythm and Glynda felt her ass getting hit every few seconds. Every time she'd try to find her happy place, it would be ruined by the familiar sound of the crop hitting her butt.

She didn't know how long it continued, the familiar sound of wood meeting her skirt covered rear was interrupted by something snapping. Glynda frowned and turned around to see the riding crop had snapped in half. She gave a sigh of relief, finally this perverted show was over.