The first sparring night!

Surpassing all expectations, the next few days somehow went normally for Team RWBY. They'd gone to class, done their nightly forfeits, and occasionally gave each other mind blowing orgasms. It was almost sickeningly domestic. Now, it was Thursday night and the freshmen class of Valoress had been summoned to the arena. Considering they'd also been instructed to bring their combat gear, it was obvious what they'd be doing.

There was tension in the air between them. Most of team RWBY was looking to redeem themselves after a disappointing performance in the previous tournament. Emerald and Neo looked just as determined, but their strength would be found in the trickery they'd no doubt prepared.

Pyrrha and Cinder were an interesting pair, and had been all week. Cinder wanted so badly to be in control, but thanks to the aura tattoo on her clit, Pyrrha was dominating her. Judging by the constant flush on Cinder's cheeks, Pyrrha had been taking plenty advantage of Cinder's vulnerability. Unfortunately for Cinder, Pyrrha was never willing to take her over the edge. All day, she'd been teased and teased, stopping right on the edge of orgasm. The constant pressure against her most sensitive spot, combined with the humiliation of bearing Pyrrha's symbol, had left Cinder agitated and incredibly turned on; with no relief in sight. Thankfully, Cinder had a distraction, as Glynda began to speak.

"Hello everyone, it is nice to see you all. As I'm sure you can guess, tonight is your first 'typical' club sparring night. As such, some explanation is definitely in order. If you recall from the beginning of the year, your fighting prowess will be judged according to each other. This is not meant to be punishing or mean, however, we believe it is important to recognize where you stand in terms of pure fighting prowess. After all, being at the bottom is the best way to improve. Once again, Amber will be joining us to help explain how this side of the club will be run." Glynda finished. She gestured towards Amber who smiled and began to speak.

"Hey! It's nice to see you all again, especially wearing clothes!" That drew giggles from the crowd, "As I'm sure you can imagine, we take fighting very serious here. Here is how we will grade and judge your performance:

For starters, during each semester you will all start on flat footing, with the exception of Pyrrha, who will start slightly higher due to her performance this weekend. Each week, you will fight someone who you have not faced, until everyone has fought everyone.

Winning your weekly spar gives 2 points towards your total. Losing carries no penalty, but also gives no rewards. Group events, like the tournament, are a different category. Only the winner is granted points, usually 3, but some events have exceptions. Remember, we are trying to make you well-rounded huntresses. If you do not adapt beyond the battlefield, you may still fall behind.

The tiebreakers will go like this: If two girls are tied for points, whoever won their head-to-head matchup, will win the spot. If three girls are tied, we will attempt to use the same rule if one girl beat the other two. However, if that isn't true, than we'll host a free-for-all.

...Any questions?" Amber finished her long winded speech. No one seemed to have any, so Amber proceeded with her explanation.

"Good. Anyways, here is the seasonal leaderboard in its current state,"

1. Pyrrha Nikos - 2
2. Blake Belladonna - 1
3. Everyone else- 0

"As you can see, last week's tournament was a rare exception, where the semifinalist also received points. This is because your performance in this tournament was not related to club participation. Do not expect similar in the future, barring team events." Glynda said sternly. Everyone nodded. Blake was thankful for the head start she'd earned, even if it wouldn't last long.

"Tonight's matches will be as follows," Glynda tapped at her scroll and the arena screen lit up, displaying the matches for the day:

Weiss vs Emerald
Blake vs Cinder
Ruby vs Pyrrha
Yang vs Neo

"We avoided immediate rematches from the tournament, so you'll be facing a fresh opponent. There is also one slight modifications to the club rules during these spars: fights may have stakes, but they do not need them, since the leaderboard already exists. Remember, the top 4 huntresses will receive a prize, while the bottom 4 will most certainly regret their placement. Amber, would you like to inform the girls what those incentives will look like?" Glynda requested her coworker to elaborate.

"The Vytal festival is an important event for our club. It's the first time you'll get to meet the members of your class from other schools, as well as their alumni. During this event, it is our tradition to host both an in-house tournament and a fancy dinner." Amber's introduction didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime fast, and the crowd looked a bit confused.

"The top 4 girls for the semester will have the honor of representing the Vale branch during this tournament, and will be the sole recipients of it's luxurious prizes. They'll also be given the finest dresses money can buy and will enjoy dining with the alumni and their fellow international students." Amber continued. Some of the girls looked ecstatic at the prize, but others looked more anxious about the punishment that would befall the losers.

"And the losers?" Ruby asked nervously.

"The losers will have the honor of serving during that event. While their teammates are wearing pretty dresses, the losers... won't be. They'll also expected to provided entertainment and dessert." Amber teased. She could tell her words were affecting some of the girls more than others. Hopefully, those arrogant enough to think that they were above all this, wouldn't end up the winners. For those in the audience with imaginations, it wasn't hard to picture what they'd be wearing... Or doing, during that event.

"What about during the tournament?" Weiss asked.

"That's an excellent question, Ms. Schnee. During the tournament, 5th through 8th will serve as back ups and substitutes for our representatives."

"Substitutes?" Yang asked.

"Since those will be club spars, they'll be required to have forfeits; However, the people fighting won't actually be doing their own forfeits, even if they lose. Instead, the losers from their school will be the ones actually completing the punishment. Essentially... The losers will be their sacrifice, figuratively speaking." Glynda finished.

"So don't be last?" Yang asked cheekily.

"It is definitely not recommended. Now, let's get through tonight's fights. Since I'm sure you're all itching to get home, we'll do all of our fights simultaneously. I'm sure you all remember Coco and Velvet; they'll be helping us monitor the fights. Amber, you can take Cinder vs Blake. Coco, take Ruby vs Pyrrha. Velvet, please take Neo vs Yang. Weiss and Emerald, you'll be with me. Now, you may all get together and discuss your stakes, if you'd like them." Glynda explained.

Team RWBY wished each other luck, then went to talk to their opponents.

Ruby walked nervously towards Pyrrha, who greeted her with a bright smile.

"Hey Pyrrha!"

"Hello again!" Pyrrha greeted in return. Thankfully, she seemed unwilling to fight Ruby with the same rage that had demolished Cinder. She would still be ready, but she hopefully wouldn't be as cruel. Ruby really didn't want an aura tattoo! At least, not one that Pyrrha had exclusive control over! Her poor clit would never recover!

"So... Did you want to just skip the forfeit for this fight? We could call just call it a fight between friends!" Ruby asked hopefully, hoping she didn't let the desperation seep into her voice.

"Hmmm... I'm not sure that's wise. After all, I want you to come at me with everything you have! If there's a penalty for losing, you'll definitely bring everything you have!" Pyrrha said. She talked as if she only cared about having a real fight, but Ruby could see the smirk hidden beneath. Pyrrha was definitely looking forward to beating Ruby and everything that would come after. Ruby could only hope she chose to have mercy with the risk.

"Fine... I am absolutely not letting you tattoo me though!" Ruby said sternly.

"I may have gone a bit too far with Cinder... How about you start the bidding, Ruby?"

"Alright! How about if you lose, you have to sleep naked in your dorm all week, and make it obvious! If your team asks, you can only tell them that you wanted to!" Ruby proposed. Pyrrha's confident smirk faded and she blushed lightly.

"Really? You want to involve my team in this?" Pyrrha drew close and spoke directly into Ruby's ear, "Are you sure you don't want a tattoo? Think about how good it'd feel, my fingers against your--"

"Yes, I'm sure! Come up with something original!"

"Fine. I was going to offer something simple, but if you're involving my team in my punishment, I'm involving my team in your punishment! When I win, you have to bake us your infamous cookies wearing only an apron, while we watch!"

"F-Fine! I hope you'll enjoy giving them a show when I win!" Ruby tried to be confident, but against Pyrrha, it felt pointless. Ruby and Pyrrha both shook hands.

Blake and Cinder made for an interesting pair as they casually discussed the losers upcoming opponent. They both had similar features: Black hair and golden eyes that burned into each other. It was clear early on in their talks that a forfeit was absolutely on the table. Now, it just needed to be decided exactly what they'd be wagering. A few options had already been waived by one side or the other.

"Are you sure you don't want to shower in the men's locker room? Your partner seemed to enjoy herself." Cinder took a casual shot at Yang, and Blake's eyes narrowed. Yang certainly had enjoyed herself. She'd told Blake in excruciating detail while holding a vibrator against Blake's core. She'd reached her third climax just as Yang recounted the guys' own climax.

"With how often you've suggested that punishment, are you sure you aren't the one who wants to do that? Seems a bit like a fetish to me. With how much you're clearly enjoying getting dominated by Pyrrha, I shouldn't be surprised that you're kinky." Blake shot down Cinder's suggestion and teased her about her most recent forfeit.

"If you're going to continue to be such a brat, why don't we just settle this? After all, I know an excellent way of putting brats in their place..." Cinder nodded her head towards the door that lead to the armoire, which was filled with all sorts of toys and implements.

"Do you mean...?" Blake asked nervously. She had an idea of what was coming next. The loser would certainly know their place, if nothing else.

"The winner gets to go to the armory, find the functional strap-on of their choice, and fuck the loser until they're satisfied." Cinder's offer left no room for negotiation.

"What do you mean by functional?" Blake asked.

"It needs to be exactly like the real thing, of course. It must be big, and I want to feel everything I'm doing to you. And besides, am I really fucking you into submission if I don't fill you up?" Cinder said lewdly. Even if she was being vague, it wasn't hard to guess what she meant. Cinder wanted to use one of the club's ejaculating strap-ons on Blake. She'd wring every ounce of pleasure out of Blake's nude body, before leaving her with a creampie!

That was a scary thought, but the risk was terribly worth it. Cinder was a bitch, but also a smoking hot one. Blake shuddered in pleasure at the thought of Cinder on stage, face down ass up, as Blake took her time pounding her into oblivion. She wouldn't stop until she'd **** Cinder into a few humiliating orgasms, then she'd pull out and put Cinder's other set of lips to the test. She'd revel in the sight of Cinder's cum-covered expression.

"You have a deal."

Both women shook on their stakes.

Weiss didn't know what to do with Emerald. On one hand, Emerald was nicer than her teammates were. They'd had a ton of fun together in Vale, and Weiss was confident she could beat her. On the other, she knew that Emerald would absolutely pursue total humiliation if she thought she could win. Whatever gimmick she'd pulled against Pyrrha, it had nearly worked. Weiss would have to be at her absolute best to ensure victory!

They'd traded a few ideas around that Weiss had vetoed. Most of them were too public or permanent for the heiress to agree to. Emerald couldn't exactly blame her, but she wish she'd accepted some of them. She had desperately wanted Weiss to agree to pose for a picture with a dick in her mouth. Unfortunately, she'd declined. That forfeit had potential though. Emerald would absolutely be using that in the future. Thankfully, Emerald had a back up in mind.

"You know, people are always calling you princess. How about we settle that debate?" Emerald proposed.

"In what way?" Weiss asked, weary of being tricked into a forfeit she couldn't bear to lose.

"I've been watching a lot of princess movies lately-- Don't laugh, I didn't have a childhood!-- And I noticed that peasants always greet their betters in a certain way. I think that whoever loses, should have to treat the winner like a princess, and greet them in a certain way each time."

"What do you mean by 'Certain way'?" Weiss interrogated.

"In public, just a simple curtsy will do. They don't have to say or do anything else. However, when it's just club members, or we're in club facilities, then they'll have to go further."

"Further how?" Weiss asked. So far, nothing stood out as particularly embarrassing.

"It's obviously incredibly disrespectful to wear peasant clothing in front of royalty, so their outfit will definitely have to go. To beg forgiveness for their rudeness, they also have to prostrate themselves on the floor, until the Queen gives them permission to rise and dress."

"How long will this go on for?" Weiss was understandably cautious about potentially giving Emerald too vague of a punishment against her.

"A month." Emerald suggesged.

"A week, no longer." Weiss left no room for further compromise.

"Fine. I can't wait to hear you call me princess." Emerald taunted.

"You are so on, peasant!" Weiss shot back in return. She cringed as she realized that may have been poor phrasing with Emerald's history. Thankfully, Emerald didn't look upset; just determined to make Weiss eat her own words. Weiss hoped her own expression matched that confidence, because she definitely felt confident. Whatever Emerald had pulled against Pyrrha, Weiss would hopefully be ready for.

Neo and Yang hadn't made any progress in their discussion. The rest of the pairs had already begun to announce their decided stakes, but with their communication issues, Neo and Yang were going to take a bit longer.

Thankfully, Neo had come prepared. She pulled out her scroll and showed it to Yang. On it, was seemingly a list of punishments that Neo had already brainstormed before coming tonight. Yang hoped Neo hadn't prepared for her fight like she'd prepared her ideas.

"You want me to just pick one?" Yang asked. Neo nodded. Yang sighed and took the offered scroll. She scrolled through some of the choices. They weren't too awful; most were just 'embarrassing' but some would definitely be approaching humiliating.

Yang found a forfeit that she'd be interested in seeing Neo do; while not being too risky should she lose.

"This one, 'Winner has full control over the losers pleasure for the week. They cannot masturbate for the rest of the week without the winner's permission, unless a club event demands it. If they want to finish, they need to ask for that too. They must orgasm at least once that week.' I like it. I just have two concerns. First, what's the penalty for cumming without permission." Yang asked.

Neo mimed twirling her fingers in a circle.

"They have to restart? I suppose that's fair."

Neo nodded, then tilted her head to the side. She gestured her hands as if to signify, "And the next?"

"Right. How do I know you won't just take **** on me for beating you, like you did Blake?" Yang asked in a serious tone. Neo was lucky that Blake hadn't been caught or otherwise humiliated, or they'd be having much harsher words.

Neo pulled up her scroll and began to type, "I promise. Get Glynda to enforce it."

Yang would absolutely be doing that when they explained their circumstances to their club leader. Still, she didn't have any other objections, so she and Neo shook on it.

With all the forfeits decided between the pairs, they all gathered back into one big group. They took a moment to explain their stakes and get them approved by the supervisors. They decided to keep them a secret from the other pairs though. They'd be revealed on the main stage after the fights were concluded. Once that was over, the girls followed their supervisor to their assigned ring.

Weiss and Emerald followed Glynda to one of the corner battlegrounds. As expected of Professor Goodwitch, she explained the rules of their spar with ruthless efficiency. As expected, it would follow normal class rules. First one to drop to the red would be the loser and would have to suffer the forfeit they agreed to.

With the rules set in place, Weiss and Emerald got into their fighting stances across from each other, weapons at the ready. Tension radiated out from every arena, but neither girl could afford to tear their focus away from their own opponent.

"3... 2... 1... Begin!" Glynda called, sending both girls into a charge.

Weiss had Emerald on the ropes. The entire fight had been grueling, but Weiss had managed to get this far. Despite Emerald's trickery, Weiss had quickly discovered why Pyrrha struggled so much against Emerald. Weiss wasn't able to trust her eyes at all. Despite this, she held one advantage over Pyrrha: time.

Pyrrha had been **** to fight Emerald with only 25% aura in the tank. She couldn't wear Emerald down without risking her own stamina. Thankfully, Weiss had the ability to do so.

On their streak home, Emerald had mentioned that she couldn't maintain her hallucinations for too long without serious strain. Weiss didn't know if that was aura strain or mental strain, but as the fight dragged on, it was becoming evident that Emerald was struggling. Her hallucinations were dropping in quality rapidly, and she wasn't nearly strong enough to finish Weiss in a few unguarded hits. Still, the attacks she had landed had hurt, and both girls were getting low on aura.

Weiss and Emerald had both temporarily retreated and reset the pace. Weiss could tell that the Emerald she was seeing was entirely real, because there was no flickering or distortion to be seen. Emerald must be saving her energy, or finally be out. Good. This last clash would likely decide things. Without Emerald's semblance, Weiss would have the advantage in raw skill.

Not wanting to give away her endgame, Weiss closed the gap in an instant with a glyph. Emerald was prepared, but still couldn't block every stab from her rapier. On the fifth landed blow, Glynda sang music to Weiss' ears.

"Cease!" Weiss heard called. Weiss instantly pulled off and lowered her weapon. She'd seen before how Glynda disciplined those who endangered others in combat class and definitely wanted no part in that; the Valoress version would definitely be harsher.

With her weapon pointed towards the floor, Weiss was sorely unprepared for what came next. One moment, she saw Emerald extending a hand in good sportsmanship. The next, that same hand was slashing a blade right towards her unprotected chest. Weiss didn't even manage to scream before she was knocked to the ground, her aura shattered.

"What is your problem!" Weiss yelled as she recovered on the ground, sword crossed in front of her body to protect herself. Emerald's smile was bright; definitely not the face of a woman who was about to be ripped a new one by Glynda.

Speaking of, Glynda's next announcement only added to Weiss' confusion, "Cease! Ms. Sustrai is the winner!"

"What! You already called the fight a minute ago! She just attacked me after it was already over!" Weiss protested in confusion. Emerald looked far too proud of herself... Had that just been another trick?

"What do you mean?" Glynda asked. Her face was beginning to morph into sternness as she put together the pieces of why Weiss had suddenly stopped fighting.

"After my last attack, I heard you call the fight! There was no way it was anyone else!" Weiss said. The other fights were still on-going. There was no way she'd misheard one of the other supervisors calling their own fight.

Glynda let out a sigh. She had been impressed with Emerald's fighting, but she couldn't simply let cheating stand. She'd have to put this issue to rest... Both girls would hate it.

"Ms. Sustrai, did you use your semblance to make Weiss believe I called the fight finished?" Glynda asked in a tone that left no room for lying. Emerald winced and looked at her feet.

"I did..." She admitted. Weiss looked furious; both at herself and her opponent.

"It was a clever trick. I hope you're satisfied with the victory it granted you today, because you will never do it again in this club, or in class. Am I understood?"

"Y-Yes..."

"Good. Now..."

"Wait, you're letting her get away with it!?" Weiss screamed in protest.

"Let this be a lesson Ms. Schnee. Your opponents in the field won't follow the rules of our own spars. Emerald didn't break any rules at the time, so the victory is hers."

"Yes Ms. Goodwitch..." Weiss said, her head down in frustration at the situation. Glynda couldn't blame her. It was a bullshit loss; and the points it caused her to miss might be the difference between the glory of 4th place and the humiliation of 5th.

"Now now, I never said she was going to get away unpunished," Glynda began. Emerald's smirk instantly disappeared, and Weiss head rose hopefully. "Your actions tonight were incredibly dangerous. What if your reputation makes people continue fighting after the whistle? You could be seriously hurt. Thankfully, there's a simple way to do that... punishment. For your next week fight, you are not allowed to negotiate the stakes. Instead, Weiss will be deciding what you're risking."

"But—" Emerald's counter was cut off. Weiss has a smile as she realized she was given a perfect opportunity to exact ****.

"Also, you'll be fighting Pyrrha. I hear she's been itching for a rematch since the tournament." Emerald wisely shut her mouth.

"Good. Now that that is settled, you both had a good fight. I'll be sending you both videos critiquing every move later in the week. Make sure to take that feedback and improve. Now, let's watch the rest of your peers finish their duals." Glynda walked off to watch Pyrrha vs Ruby. Weiss and Emerald went to watch Blake fight Cinder. As they walked over, it was obvious neither girl was satisfied with the circumstances surrounding the end of their fight.

"Well that sucked." Emerald said with a sigh. Weiss sighed and nodded in agreement. She'd been so close to having an undisputable victory, and then Emerald cheated! Mostly though, Weiss was disappointed in herself. She didn't know why she felt so disappointed. She'd had ****. If she hadn't stopped fighting, and it hadn't been a trick, Professor Goodwitch would've punished her severely! The pressure the competition spanning the semester was getting to her.

Winter would absolutely be in attendance and Weiss deeply wished to show her sister how she'd improved. She wanted to dine with her sister, not help run the event, wearing some outfit that would surely barely cover her at all!

"What are you possibly complaining about? You won, didn't you?" Weiss asked, perhaps a bit too harshly.

"And what? I act like a princess all week and inspire you to come up with even harsher stakes for me next week? I barely even get to enjoy it without pissing you off!" Emerald lamented the situation she was in. She'd earned a victory, and was basically **** to let it go to waste!

"I can't believe I'm about to say this but... you might as well make full use of it. I'm going to humiliate you next week! I'd rather not feel guilty about it, so you'd better earn my resentment!" Weiss said. Emerald could hardly believe what she was hearing. The heiress to the Schnee dust company was asking her to humiliate her? Emerald couldn't help but let the smirk return to her expression. It seems like Weiss had a little bit of kink in her. Maybe this week wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Well in that case..." Emerald gestured towards Weiss' outfit. Weiss' carefully brought her shaking fingers to her outfit, prepared to surrender her clothing and beg for her queen's forgiveness. Emerald decided that such a beautiful moment should be shared with the rest of the club.

"Actually, how about we hold off on it for now?" Emerald requested. Weiss wasn't exactly in a position to negotiate, so she gladly accepted the chance to keep her outfit for now; even if it meant she'd be doing it later with a larger audience. She'd take the small victory where she could.

Weiss turned towards the arena just in time to see Cinder and Blake's reach its conclusion. Unfortunately for Blake, it ended with her defeat. As Blake lay on her back, completely defeated, Cinder approached with her usual smirk. She extended a hand to Blake, and pulled her back to her feet. Whatever question Cinder whispered into Blake's ear, Weiss might never know, but it certainly left the cat faunus a blushing mess. Cinder smiled when Blake whispered her response.

Weiss flinched as she felt a warm body press against her back. The smell of roses told her exactly whose breasts she could feel flattened against her back.

"Hey Weiss! Did you win?"

"Did you?" Weiss responded defensively. She let out a deep breath then fixed her attitude and responded again, "No. I didn't."

Weiss decided to leave off how Emerald had cheated. She didn't want to make a scene tonight.

"No. Pyrrha smacked me around. Still, I at least managed to last as long as you! I got her down to 40%!" Ruby said with pride.

"Judging by how happy you sound, I take it you didn't have any stakes?" Weiss asked.

"Not exactly..." Ruby had a bright flush on her face. Her upcoming forfeit seemed like it was just now hitting Ruby. Whatever Ruby had to do, Weiss hoped it wouldn't be too bad... or at least give her a view!

"Well hopefully Yang manages to pull off a win. Team RWBY has had a rough first week, haven't we?"

"Agreed." Blake said. Weiss hadn't even heard her sneak up. The blush still hadn't faded from her cheeks. That wasn't a good sign. Hopefully, Blake hadn't wagered anything too public.

Before Blake could reveal what she'd wagered, Yang's fist answered their wishes and slammed into Neo's gut in a decisive blow. The rest of team RWBY cheered as their blonde brawler claimed team RWBY's first seasonal victory. Neo's face wasn't too upset or embarrassed. She managed to keep up her sassy attitude, even as Yang celebrated her victory. After the last fight concluded, everyone gathered around the main stage.

"Impressive work tonight. Even just since this weekend's tournament, you have all improved immensely. I hope tonight has inspired you to keep up your work outside of class and club, or you'll quickly fall behind. Now, here is the updated leaderboard:"

1. Pyrrha Nikos - 4
2. Cinder Fall - 2
3. Emerald Sustrai - 2
4. Yang Xiao Long - 2
5. Blake Belladonna - 1
6. Neopolitan - 0
7. Ruby Rose - 0
8. Weiss Schnee - 0

"It is still early on in the season. It is absolutely within your hands to reach the top four still. Hopefully, if you are not satisfied with your position, you see now what you can improve upon. Additionally, your fights have been recorded and are available for your review. We'll also be sending our thoughts on your fights later in the week. Now, I'll be calling you all to the stage to announce the loser's punishment. Ms. Rose, would you please take the stage and start us off?"

Ruby nodded and walked onto the main stage. She was clearly embarrassed at being the center of attention, especially given what she was about to say.

"I have to make team JNPR cookies... wearing an apron."

Ruby took a look towards Pyrrha, who clearly wasn't satisfied with her explanation. "Only an apron..." Ruby said through her glowing blush. Pyrrha nodded her satisfaction, enjoying the embarrassed expression of the adorable Rose. Weiss understood now why Ruby was embarrassed. Not only was being **** into nudity embarrassing, she'd be the first one to be naked in front of non-club members! At least Yang got to wear a disguise. Even Weiss' own punishment was pretty lax in comparison. Ruby walked off stage and Blake was called to fill the vacant space. Cinder decided to join her, apparently not trusting Blake to explain her own humiliation.

"I've won the right to claim this sweet pussy for myself." Cinder spoke when it became obvious Blake wouldn't. Blake's red cheeks became even darker as Cinder accentuated her statement with a spank against Blake's legendary rear. Yang's eyes went wide as she heard what had been gambled.

Cinder evidently wasn't one to share her prize with others. Blake's shoulders relaxed in relief as Cinder led her off the stage. Thankfully, Cinder wasn't about to take her in front of the entire club... even though a part of her secretly wished she would.

Weiss decided to bite the bullet and go up next. Emerald followed right behind her. Great. Emerald had been serious about making her first apology happen in front of the entire club.

"I have to call her princess next week whenever I see her... and strip naked while doing so if we're alone or with club members." Weiss said shortly.

"Speaking of..." Emerald gestured. This time, she wouldn't be stopping Weiss in the middle of it. Weiss took her time taking off her dress and folding it; as if wasting Emerald's time was an act of rebellion in itself. The bra joined the carefully folded dress on the floor. She realized she'd gone out of order, and kicked off her boots next. Finally, her panties joined the pile. Weiss desperately wanted to cross her arms over her exposed privates, but knew it wouldn't be allowed. The most humiliating part was yet to come.

With flushed cheeks and a cunt that was becoming increasingly wet, Weiss lowered herself to her knees before Emerald. Before Emerald could **** her to continue, Weiss leaned forward. Her nude rear rested against her kneeling shins as she sent her entire body forward begging for her queen's forgiveness with her forehead nearly touching the ground. Face down, ass up, Weiss was giving the crowd behind her quite the show!

Emerald really knew how to make the moment feel like an eternity. As she prostrated herself before her new queen, Weiss desperately hoped her mercy would come sooner, rather than later. She would surely die if someone behind her pointed out how wet she was!

"You may rise, as long as you call me by my proper title." Emerald said, feigning a royal accent. Weiss rose.

"T-Thank you, my queen." She said, almost completely genuinely. Emerald walked off stage, leaving a nude Weiss to be the center of attention as she got redressed. The moment Weiss cleared the stage, flushing all the way, Neo and Yang took her place.

"Unfortunately, I can't top that display. Anyways, Neo can't touch herself without my permission for the week. If she disobeys, she has to start over." Yang said without much flair. Neo was still pouting in a sassy gesture over her loss.

"Before you all leave, here is your match ups for next week: Ruby vs Blake, Weiss vs Neo, Pyrrha vs Emerald, Yang vs Cinder. You are all dismissed. I will see you all this weekend for our next group challenge." Glynda waved them goodbye.