Glynda's office was at once both professional and nightmarish. Everything was so incredibly tidy and perfectly aligned, right where it was supposed to be. Not that Jaune expected anything less from Professor Goodwitch; her office reflected everything stern and composed that she lived by. Not a single sheet of paper out of order amid the perfectly organized and neatly kept book shelves, with some desks neatly forming a square for those sentenced to weekend detentions or who had to retake exams. It was all meticulous, all carefully constructed and put together for reasons Jaune assumed had to do with just making anyone who had to visit her under her terms feel the daunting weight of what they were doing.

"Take a seat," Glynda said, motioning toward a pair of desks that she had pushed up to be right in front of her own desk. "I would normally have you sit apart and away from there, but this is the kind of detention where a lot needs to be said, and I want you both up close for it." She kept herself carefully composed and firm as she walked toward the desk, holding herself tightly together. Even her dressings down of students were usually at a distance if only for the sake of putting fear into their hearts and really cutting in close, but here she didn't really have any recourse; she needed them up front and listening to her every word.

"Yes, Professor Goodwitch," the two lovers nervously muttered together, their heads hung a bit low as they sat down. There was a lot to take in about their surroundings, and most captivating of all was the door that led into what was technically her apartment; nobody had ever gotten more than a glimpse into the living quarters of the stern teacher, and it certainly lent an air of mystery that should not have occupied their thoughts as much as it did, but in their frustrated, slightly confused state of wanting to keep their minds off the reality of their detention, mystery seemed a good way to occupy themselves. It was either think about everything that could distract them, or accept confronting their teacher about their sexual misadventures.

As they slipped awkwardly into their seats, Glynda walked around her desk, letting the clacking of her heels send ominous echoing noises sounding out through the room. Just a tiny bit of ominous terror that she enjoyed sending over her detention takers to help the disappointment set in. As she settled down into her seat, she looked at the nervous couple, who could not have been more uncomfortable-which in her mind was a very good thing. They should be uncomfortable. Should be ready to face what she's about to do to them.

Pyrrha couldn't stand the silence, and had to ask, "Are we in trouble, Professor Goodwitch?" She did it as plainly and neutrally as she could, not wanting to come off as meek and completely terrified by her teacher, but also worried that if she come off as defiant it would have only made things worse for herself.

For a moment, Glynda's face was tight and still, a look of firm, unyielding authority sending a nervous shiver up Jaune's spine as he was certainly left worse off than anyone else in this insane situation. But her face softened a moment and she let out a frustrated sigh. "No, you are not in serious trouble, but that does not change how disappointed I am in either of you." Her hands settled onto her desk as she leaned forward. "What an unbelievable lack of discipline the two of you have engaged in!" she said, snapping quite suddenly and forcefully, which made both of the students lean back in surprise suddenly, worried by the sudden turn into anger that seemed to completely undermine what she had just said.

"Relationships are not toys and the dangers of having wild sex with other people open up a lot of risks. Your chances of receiving a sexually transmitted disease skyrocket as you lose the ability to keep track of who has had sex with whom and how large the web grows. It is a needless and reckless risk that cannot possibly be worth the 'fun' of participating in promiscuous, casual group sex." She continued to rant on and on, circling in frustration around the issue as Jaune and Pyrrha sat there, nodding every once in a while and doing their best to handle everything happening, not able to really do anything else about this frustrating situation. What could they do? Their teacher had caught them on the heels of a threesome and had too easily put two and two together, and now they were both suffering for it. But Blake wasn't, which was very slightly bitterness-inducing.

Finally, Glynda leaned back in her chair and more resigned and frustrated, sighed, "I didn't expect your year to start on with the debauchery so soon." It was around then that the two began to piece together what was happening slightly more often; there was more to this than just the fact that they had done something, it seemed, and it wasn't even remotely fair that they had to suffer detention to bear the weight of their whole year's sexual awakening, but there was little else they could do about it.

Glynda pitched forward again, about to say something when her phone began to ring. She reached into her pocket and let out a low groan. "Excuse me, I will be back in a moment. Don't either of you go anywhere." She rose from her seat and headed toward her living quarters as she answered the phone. "Now is not a good time," was the last thing they heard before she shut the door behind her.

For a moment, the couple hung in awkward, uncomfortable silence. What else could they do? They didn't know when Glynda was going to come back or what awaited them when she did. She seemed like she had gotten the ranting out, but logically speaking the next step was probably to start engaging in the good old fashioned lecturing and 'education' that neither of them wanted anything to do with. Nobody in their minds would have wanted to receive 'the safe sex talk' from Glynda Goodwitch of all people and the fact it seemed to hang inevitably over their heads did nothing to make what was about to happen any better.

"This wasn't how I was hoping to spend my Saturday night," Pyrrha confessed, leaning back with a frustrated sigh as she looked at Jaune. "I was sort of hoping we could curl up and watch a movie together, or-Jaune, is that... Here? Really?"

There was little way for Jaune to be able to hide his erections, but even still his cheeks lit up as he realized Pyrrha had noticed. Of course she noticed. Why would she not have noticed the oversized bulge in his pants? His hands snapped over his lap to cover it up and he let out a defensive murmur of, "Awkward classroom boner."

"Do guys just get those every where they go?"

"Yes." His eyes darted nervously off to the side.

"That sounds horrible. Especially for you." But Pyrrha wasn't going to leave him un-teased now; the only thing lightening up this situation was Jaune's hard-on, after all. "But are you sure it's just that? Not that listening to Professor Goodwitch say the word 'sex' over and over started to turn you on? I've seen where your eyes go when she's writing on the chalk board."

"Pyrrha come on," he groaned, squirming nervously in his seat, as Pyrrha reached her hand into his lap, fumbling with his jeans. "Pyrrha, now is not a good time!" he shouted, echoing the sentiments of their teacher, but it was pointless. Pyrrha had learned her way around his lap by now, and in seconds his cock was out under the table, her hand gripping the massive shaft firmly as she began to stroke, giving him a wink as she gave him some nice, slow Pumps.

"It's okay, Professor Goodwitch won't notice if we're doing it under the table, and maybe the thrill of getting caught will finally make you cum." She didn't think there was a great chance, but it was hopefully a less than zero chance, and if she could get that to happen then all the better. It certainly wasn't going to be an easy solution, and if Jaune could only get off with an under the table handjob while their pretty teacher played unwitting voyeur to their secret exhibitionism then unfortunately he was just going to have to go without getting off ever again, but it would all be worth it for this one big moment.

"She's going to notice," Jaune insisted, as his cheeks reddened. He wasn't exactly subtle about the signs of arousal; his breath was going to quicken and his face was going to burn brighter. Not to mention the motion of Pyrrha's arm; her shoulder was going to give it away. Something was, he just knew it. He didn't know what yet, but there was no way that this wasn't going to be discovered. They were already in trouble for their risky sexual habits, and this was almost sure to make things so much worse still. And yet, he did nothing to stop Pyrrha, his cock throbbing within her hand as she held onto him tightly. He couldn't' tell her no.

Glynda stepped back into the room. "I am sorry about that." She closes the door behind her and quickly locks it, stepping toward the desk and looking at the couple. She could tell immediately what was going on, too keen and aware of her surroundings not to notice the sudden shift in demeanour, the flush cheeks, and how Pyrrha's arm moved. She closed her eyes a moment, her expression tensing up firmly as she sat back down again, taking her seat across from them as she resumed her position of authority over them. "Now then, where were we?"

"You were busy not yelling at us when someone called you," Jaune said, not thinking it would work if he just tried to sneak away from the whole thing like that, but it was better than doing nothing, wasn't it? He wasn't in that great a position here.

"Nice try." Glynda gave just the faintest upturn of her lip, the smallest peek at a smile, as she settled down into her chair, getting comfortable. "As to what I was saying, you need to be more responsible about your sexual practices. There is no reason to be reckless with your health or your dignity, and there are people who could have discovered what you were doing who would have been much less amenable to forgiveness or understanding. People who will judge you from a much harsher place for whatever you do under the table."

The hairs of the back of Jaune's neck stood up sharp, his eyes going wide with panic. That wasn't quite the proper use of the term when it came to doing something in secret, but it certainly did apply very well to their sex life, and he couldn't keep from turning his gaze in panic toward Pyrrha, who only smiled as she jerked his cock off a little faster. "I..." He squirmed in his seat, struggling to find some way to say something that wasn't just going to make everything ten times worse. "We're not-that isn't what-is there really..."

"I think Jaune is trying to ask if there are people who would do worse than you are," Pyrrha giggled. She was so much better at putting on a strong face. In fact, she had two on right now. On the surface there was her act of innocence, keeping her reaction drawn in and not letting on that she knew Glynda was on to her. Beneath that one was the second mask; the expression of someone who didn't want her teacher to find her giving her boyfriend a handjob under the table even as her fingers tightened around it and she worked from base to tip with broad strokes. Then still another layer down was the real Pyrrha; the Pyrrha who was excited by the riskiness of what she was doing. Pyrrha had been in two threesomes in as many weekends and she was starting to find herself flaring up with certain proclivities toward both voyeurism and exhibitionism, in controlled circumstances at least. Even if she wasn't getting any, the danger of being caught was certainly driving her hand along faster.

"There are a great many people who would judge you harsher than I am. In truth, I am mostly just disappointed in you two being careless and not realizing the dangers before you. There are people who would be much more judgmental about what you're doing, and sexual deviancy is something that, if it were public knowledge, could be a great obstacle when it comes to forming friendships and when dealing with future employees. You may think that you are only young and having fun, but there are real dangers here that I want you to be aware of, and not to spend your entire time running around hiding absolute filth under the noses of authority figures."

The throbbing of Jaune's cock felt utterly wrong given the fact that he was more accurately being tortured than anything else. Pyrrha's teasing had been more on the mark than he would like to admit, and as Glynda now tipped her hand, the fact that he was getting jerked off under her watchful eye, even if she couldn't see his dick, was eating away at him.

The door opened, and a voice chirped, "Professor Goodwitch? Is this a bad time?" Ruby stood in the doorway with a folder in hand.

"No, it is not, Ms. Rose. Please, come." She motioned toward Ruby, even as her eyes fell onto Jaune, and the agony playing across his face was so entertaining that she didn't mind the debauchery taking place. The sharp double entendres were an absolute thrill to subject Jaune to, and the fact it made Pyrrha smirk so wide was oddly satisfying.

Ruby stepped forward. "Oh, Jaune and Pyrrha! Hi!" As Ruby walked toward the desk, she thought nothing of what was happening, giving a wave to her friends, and it was only then when she caught sight of what was happening, coming in from the side and realizing Jaune's pants were open and his dick was out.

"Hi, Ruby," Pyrrha responded with a wide smile, and rather than bringing her free hand up, waved back with Jaune's cock. She had no idea if Ruby knew yet about what was going on, after she and Jaune had already fucked two of her teammates, one of them being her own sister. Did Yang tell Ruby about her sex life? She supposed this was going to stir some conversation, for certain.

Wide-eyed and whimpering, Ruby really did not know what to make of the mammoth member she was being shown, but her outward response was one of pure panic. "H-here is m team leader report," she said, placing it on the table. "Excuse me, I have people waiting for me." She proceeded to rush out of the room as fast as her legs could carry her, and Pyrrha could hardly keep from breaking out in mad laughter at the delight she felt surging up within her at what she had just done.

Glynda held onto her expression far better than Pyrrha did; neither would have suspected that she knew what Ruby had caught a peek at, or how delighted and entertained she was by it all. "Right, team leader reports, of course. It is that Saturday. I notice you turned yours in early, Jaune. I was quite surprised at how timely it was. I either thought it would have come late or not at all."

Gulping audibly, Jaune gave a nervous nod and said, "My Saturdays are really busy, and I wanted to get it out of the way early. I'm taking being the leader of Team JNPR very seriously."

"I can tell as much. Especially in seeing your growth if my class; your skill with a sword is improving by the day. Pyrrha, are you helping Jaune learn how to handle his sword?"

Pyrrha was on the verge of losing herself completely to a giggle fit. Her hand picked up the pace just a bit more, lingering on the very edge of a 'slow' handjob as she kept up the heat on Jaune. "Sometimes, it seems like I spend more time holding onto his sword than he does these days," she replies in kind, and she could feel the heat radiating off of Jaune's cheeks in utter embarrassment.

"A-anyway!" Jaune says, a bit too loud, a bit too frustrated and shocked as all of those frustrations bubble up hotter within him than he can ever hope to handle. "So, are sexual relationships between students not allowed at Beacon? I-if we're in trouble here, then..."

"No, you are not in trouble, Mr. Arc," Glynda says. "Well, not quite 'trouble', at least. The faculty does not care about students having consensual, safe, and private sex." She emphasized each of those adjectives with increasing firmness, conveying the importance of each in their case as she leaned closer forward. "Preferably in their own dorm rooms and not across every inch of the school simply because they can. There are a lot of students in this school and it is important we not completely lose ourselves to bacchanalian games simply because of the whims of youth."

The door behind them opened again, as this time Emerald Sustrai strutted in. "I have a report," she says, waving the folder in the air and sighing. She didn't even know why they had to report to a professor in Beacon, given they weren't students there. Or anywhere, really, but that was beside the point.

"You are not Cinder," Glynda says lowly. "And I thought I made it clear when she sent you to deliver the last report that the team leaders are supposed to bring me the report themselves, not send someone else to do it."

"What do I care?" Emerald shot back as she walked over, putting the folder down on the desk. She was ready to fire back a bit more on Glynda and get into a confrontation with her just for the sake of lashing out when her eyes fell on the oversized cock beneath the table and the hand working along it. She let out the softest, faintest, "Oh," and quickly turned back around. Without another word and ignoring what Glynda was telling her, she waved her hand up in the air dismissively as she walked out of the room without a care.

"Incredible," Glynda sighs, shaking her head. "I wish that more students could be quite the model of discipline that the two of you tend to be. Jaune, I am sure that the boys in your year would be very jealous of you if they realized."

The sounds that bubbled and frothed nervously in Jaune's throat weren't stopping. This was torture, plain and simple. He couldn't do anything to help himself, couldn't shake the insanity from this whole mad situation as he shifted his gaze off to the side and did his best to try and recover from this. The embarrassment wasn't getting any easier to handle, and it was all so neatly wrapped up in the fact that he was unbearably turned on right now. Pyrrha's handjob was getting bolder and riskier, as it became clearer and clearer than Glynda wasn't going to stop them from what they were, and it was making his cock ache with need. He should not have been this turned on or this frustrated, and the insanity of this entire situation was more than he ever wanted to handle in his entire life.

Naturally, Velvet barged in at that very moment. "Professor Goodwitch, do you have any more of those extra large condoms?" The nervous faunus stepped closer, and it took her a moment to realize that there were other people there. She let out a nervous yelp as she spotted Yang and Pyrrha, who turned around to look at who had come in and boldly asked for condoms. "Oh no," she said lowly, eyes shifted off to the side. "I-I..."

"Yes, Velvet, I do." She opened up her desk drawer and pulled out a condom, and the terrified rabbit faunus stepped over to take it before breaking outright into a sprint and running out of the room in abject horror at what had just happened.

Jaune envied them for being able to leave when they got embarrassed, because he was stuck here.

"Do you use condoms?" Glynda asked.

"No," Pyrrha said, shaking her head. "But I'm on the pill."

"The pill is not one hundred percent effect; no birth control is, and doubling up on measures greatly reduces your chances of both failing at once. Not to mention, given your habits, that the pill does not protect against sexually transmitted infections. If you are going to have dangerous sex the least you can do is take measures to be make it safer." She pulls a few more out of her drawer. "And there are condoms large enough for any size of penis, so there is no excuse and no boy should ever try to claim they're too big for one." She slid a few across the table. "You can take these, and if you need any more, you may ask and I will happily provide them for you."

Once she'd started to get bolder and faster, Pyrrha couldn't stop, and her hand was now going all out with Jaune's cock in trying to get him off. The usual frustrations began to colour the twisted 'fun' she was having. They were sitting across the desk from Glynda, and three girls had all come in now who caught a peek at his cock, all of them leaving flush and embarrassed, and still, ntohing. Jaune wasn't cumming, and she had really hoped this was finally going to be the time something would go down. But nothing. No matter how fast she strokes or how hard she went at him, he wasn't budging, and the usual frustrations began to bubble up within her as she tried her best to get him off.

""But, I think the two of you have suffered enough. Mr. Arc, can you honestly stand up and claim that the 'two' of you did nothing wrong?"

"I can't," Jaune said, head hanging low, breath hitching. "B-but it's mostly because I uh... I might tip the desk over if I stand up. Sorry. But in the future we won't have sex in public or places that we can get caught by teachers."

"That was what I wanted to hear," Glynda said, giving a low nod. "The two of you may leave now, detention is over." She pulled out her phone and started off to her apartment once more, partly to get back to the phone call that interrupted them, but also to give the two some privacy to finish up.

As the door closed, Pyrrha sighed, pulling her hand from Jaune's lap. Her arm was sore and it had all been for nothing, but she was determined to take it in stride. "That was fun," she said with a weary smile. Staying positive was the only attitude she could take when it came to Jaune's orgasms, and she was ready to go all in on that.

"You have an insane idea of fun," Jaune grumbled, shirking away in mild terror at what Pyrrha had done. "Please don't do that again. We could have been in so much trouble."

Pyrrha leaned in to kiss Jaune, and immediately he relented with a resigned groan to her affection. "Come on, we should head back to our rooms and take a shower."

"A shower or a 'shower'?"

Pyrrha smiled into her boyfriend's lips. "Both."