Short Story 4: A Punishing Day

Jaune let out a heavy sigh as he opened the door to his room, tossed his bag onto the coat rack, then flopped into bed.

He looked up, seeing Yang eyeing him curiosly.

"You uh... You good?" Yang joked as she looked back to her reading material - a fetish magazine.

"Hnnnnnng..." He moaned.

Pyrrha trailed in behind him, giggling.

"Master and I have been cramming Ooblek's test tomorrow. And by 'Master and I' I mostly mean Master."

"Ah. So you were teaching him... Sounds like YOU'VE been sticking things in HIS head for a change!" Yang said snidely. Pyrrha rolled her eyes.

"Master. Where's your bag? I want to make sure we covered everything."

Jaune let out a somewhat pathetic squeal, then pointed to the corner by the door.

"It's on the coat rack..." He began. Then shot up, looking at Pyrrha

"Coat rack?" They both said together as they moved towards it.

"When did we get this?" Jaune asked

"And... Why do we have so many coats on it? It isn't even cold outside."

Jaune eyed the rack questioningly, before noticing a bit of movement. With a sigh, he pulled a coat off, revealing Blake's face.

Her face was red, with a doll-like smile plastered across it. Her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Jaune peeled away more and more layers of coats, before Blake's full form was revealed. She stood in a sort of trident pose, her arms shaking. She had a vibrator between her legs, and it was apparent she desparately needed to cum.

Jaune looked back at Yang, who was as oblivious as ever.

"Blake. You can stop. And orgasm"

Blake immediately started to flop to the floor, but Pyrrha caught her. She began orgasming in Pyrrha's arms.

As her orgasm subsided, Jaune looked to her, then to Yang.

"Pyr. Take her out for... Ice cream or something."

"Master?" She inquired

"I need to have a talk with someone."

The two left and Jaune approached Yang.

"Seriously?" He deadpanned.

"Hm? Oh. It's fetish weekly. It's for--"

"You know what I'm talking about." He cut her off. Yang scrunched her face.

"I was late to class because of her!" She huffed "I thought she was supposed to hate water. But she stayed in the bathroom for like an hour this morning."

Jaune facepalmed

"You were late to CELESTIA'S class. Which already didn't matter since she never seems to care who does and doesn't show up. But doubly doesn't matter because I had her blow me right after. I could have just told her to let you off the hook, which she did anyway."

Yang bit her lip.

"... Okay fiiiine. I was just using that as an excuse for having fun with my slave." She pouted "You do the same thing. The last time you had a video call with Winter you--"

"WOAH HEY! How did you know about that?!"

Yang gave him a playful look.

"I didn't. But you basically just told me you did something weird with her."

"Damnit Yang..." He grumbled "You know Blake hates when you do stuff like that."

"But she loves when YOU do it." She protested.

"Yes. Because I tend to relent at some point... And because she wants to obey me. You only have control because I lov--- I mean uh... Because you're my first slave." He caught himself. Thankfully Yang didn't catch his little slip. "How long was she even standing there?"

"Uhhhhh.... About 5 hours." Yang said.

"YANG!" He replied

"What?! Come on! It was funny!"

Jaune rolled his eyes. It WAS kind of funny. But he couldn't have Yang running loose like this. Especially given Blake's current affinity for her.

"Yang." He said calmly.

"Yes?" She replied, as her face twisted to fear "Wait wait! Hold on! I know that look! Master! C-come on! Don't--"

Jaune cut her off, snapping his fingers as Yang dropped into a trance.

"Alright Yang. It's about 7... We have maybe 4 or 5 hours. Enough time for a little lesson." He mused