Caught!

Still reeling from the raucous sex session you had with Yang, you leave the gym with a smile plastered on your face. A wish here and a desire there, and the entire facility was wiped completely clean of the evidence of your copulation. You also make it a point to remove the notice-me-not suggestion over the hallway so that students could once more come through freely. With thoughts of further romps with the blonde bombshell on your mind, you hardly notice a presence quickly approaching you.

"Michael Hazelton!" came a harsh and authoritative voice.

You flinch at the woman's tone and turn on your heel to find Glynda Goodwitch, arms crossed and staring down at you with an icy glare.

Busted. God powers completely forgotten, you whither pitifully under her stare. The Deputy Headmistress of Beacon was a **** to be reckoned with, and while Ozpin had his own ways of keeping students in line, Goodwitch was the quintessential enforcer of school regulations, and her hand was both respected and feared.

"My office. Now."

Her command left no room for argument and you soon found yourself following behind like a berated puppy. It was quite literally a walk of shame in every sense of the word, especially when the two of you passed by other students. They snickered and made backhanded comments, knowing full well what kind of ass chewing was awaiting you. Or at least they assumed so, as now that you had a moment to recompose yourself, you were already hatching a plan to talk this nigh-domineering professor out of that tight pencil skirt she seemed to love so much. That riding crop of hers would certainly be useful.

As the two of you arrived at her office, she swung the door open and silently commanded you inside. The place was certainly fitting for her; a large mahogany desk with a computer terminal dominated the center, dark mahogany panels covered the walls and the carpet was a deep violet in color. Numerous bookshelves filled to the brim surround you and an ornate, silver chandelier hung overhead that casted a soft glow. You note a pristine, upright piano in the corner and wondered if she played seriously or if it was just for show. A quick scan of her mind revealed the former and you soon found yourself entertaining thoughts of... private piano lessons with the uptight professor. That same scan also revealed her seething anger at your proclivities as well as the barest hint of... arousal? Interesting indeed...

"Sit," came a single word command as she pointed her riding crop to a solitary chair sitting in front of her desk.

You obeyed, face masked with unease and yet content with allowing her to stay in control for the time being. She sat opposite of you behind her desk in a large, leather office chair, a stark contrast to the wooden stool she parked you on, and as she folded her fair hands neatly in front of her, she began her interrogation.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't push for both yours and Ms. Xiao Long's expulsion right now."

Straight to the point, and she seemed to know everything. Of course she would know everything; nothing escaped her gaze on this campus. Did you powers fail to deter her presence after all?

"You uh... kinda saw us didn't you?" you venture with the dumb question.

"Oh it was more than just kinda. Public displays of affection are already prohibited on school grounds, let alone blatant sexual intercourse. Make no mistake Mr. Hazelton, we're not blind to the urges of teenagers, but all activities are to be kept in private behind closed doors. What you and Miss Xiao Long have done in a public school facility is absolutely unacceptable. It will take us weeks to fully sterilize that gymnasium of your... fluids."

"It might not, honestly," you try to reason. "I did a pretty good job of cleaning up."

"I'll be the judge of that when I make my inspection following this conversation."

She once again leveled you with a piercing glare. Only your powers saved you from becoming a trembling fool under her gaze.

"The real issue here, however, isn't the fact that you two engaged in sexual intercourse but that it didn't appear to be entirely consensual. I recall several times where Miss Xiao Long was telling you quite clearly to stop and yet you continued anyway. Just in case you don't fully understand the gravity of the situation you're in young man, that is called ****."

You couldn't argue that point. Yang was extremely vocal following that first climax, and not in the good way either, and you'd be lying if you claimed you didn't feel at least some guilt from that exchange. You would be absolutely shitting yourself had you been your old powerless self, but this was different. With a wish, you will time to halt completely. The world around you took on a gray, colorless tint as everything ground to a standstill. Everything except you, giving you ample time to think your next move. Should you take your licks as your old self would've done? Do you beg for forgiveness? Erase her memories of the event? Or perhaps you use your omniscience to take advantage of those buried feelings of lust Glynda experienced after catching you two? Hell, time was stopped right now. You could just have your way with her now doll-like body right here on her desk.