"I would recommend this one master."
Jaune looked down at the cane Glynda held before him. Compared to the others he'd seen, it thicker and longer. He reached out and took the implement from her. He bent it in his hands, noting just how flexible it was. He then looked over towards Blake. The faunus was kneeling down near the edge of his bed, head down and rear raised.
He swung the cane through the air, and Blake flinched. She knew just how much the cane stung from training. She had seen girls bent over and given stroke after stroke across their bottoms. She had even felt it herself once, as every recruit had to suffer every implement at least once.
She knew that if Jaune's treatment of Ruby and Yang was any indication, she wasn't going to get off as easily as she had then, and that both terrified and excited her.
Jaune was just as eager to get started. He lifted the cane and tapped it against her bottom, and Blake grabbed the sheets of his bed tightly in anticipation. "I would start around the center of the rear. Try and keep the lines straight and keep them from criss crossing. That way you can clearly see where the marks are and fit more," Glynda said.
Jaune nodded. He imagined this was something like using a switch. But he still wanted to try and be more careful. Both for the sake of not seriously injuring Blake, and for being able to have as much fun and time as possible. "Are you ready?" Jaune asked, tapping her bottom with the cane again.
She nodded. "Yes master…"
Jaune brought the cane back and then swung.
CRACK!
Black gasped, her body tightening as the cane sunk into her cheek and bounced back off. It left behind a fiery stinging sensation, along with an angry red line across her fair skin. "An excellent first stroke master," Glynda said nodding in approval.
Jaune smiled as he looked down at Blake. The way she flinched. The way her toes were curling up. It was such a sight to see. He raised the cane again.
CRACK!
Blake yelped and kicked one of her legs out. "You will remain in position Ms. Belladonna," she said sternly. Blake immediately straightened back up into position, "That one was a bit crooked master. But please continue. I'm sure your technique will only improve with more practice."
Jaune nodded. "Um, yeah. Thanks." The girls around here really were obedient to Glynda. He didn't blame them. She may have answered to him, but he could see just how she could be so intimidating. His attention went to Blake once again, and soon the cane cut through the air.
CRACK!
"Ah!"
CRACK!
"Ouch!"
CRACK!
"Uh!"
Glynda watched as Jaune continued swinging the cane. He lined up each swing, doing his best not to land on the same spot twice. Though a few of them ended up crisscrossing, he seemed to have a decent handle on it. Blake kept yelping and gripping the sheets of the bed tightly.
Each stroke sliced into her bottom and caused her to writhe and wiggle. But each time she got out of position, a single word from Glynda caused her to tighten right back up and present her rear for another stroke.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Blake groaned into the mattress, her ears twitching as he began taking aim at her sit spots. The strokes stung badly, especially when they ended up crisscrossing. But there was an undeniable fire between her legs along with the one in her rear. She felt like she was close to coming, but she did her best to hold it.
Neither Jaune nor Blake kept count of how many strokes or how much time had passed, but Blake's bottom was littered with stripes. He looked like he had been ready to swing again, but then had taken a close look between her legs. Her pussy was glistening with her juices, and the way her trembling bottom was up in the air, invitingly…
He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He placed the cane down and then grabbed Blake from behind. The girl gasped as he thrust into her again, giving her no warning or time to prepare. He began slamming into her, and she cried out as he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back.
Glynda watched as he continued pounding into the faunus. She had assumed with how he had apparently ravaged her earlier that he would be tired out, but it seemed a monsterous sex drive was a family trait. Ms. Belladonna would be in for quite a night. Not that she minded. It would take some of the heat off of her later.
Blake cried out as Jaune leaned down and blew into her ear. Right now all he could think about was how tight her pussy was clamping down around his cock, and how sexy her face was crying out like this, and how cute it was that her ear twitched, and…
How much he loved cat girls!
"Damn Blake… you got it good."
Blake hummed as she bent over and lifted her skirt, her blushing bottom bare and exposed for her roommates. When she had come back from Jaune's room they had of course been both curious and worried. She usually stayed up later than all of them reading, and somehow woke up earlier the next morning. But she always reported to their room before curfew.
Obviously they had wanted to know where she had gone. Blake was no troublemaker, so she wouldn't have risked getting punished just for the fun of it. But when she had turned around and showed off the cane marks across her rear, they had managed to put the pieces together pretty quickly.
"That looks like it stings…" Ruby said looking over the raven haired girl's rump. There were at least a dozen angry red lines marking her cheeks, and some of them were crisscrossed. Ruby had only had the cane once during her training, and it had been more than enough to motivate her to avoid it.
Yang walked forward and put a hand on her rear. "Those are gonna welt up real nice later on," the blonde teased, giving it a little pinch. "Someone must have been a really naughty kitty to get the cane."
"The cane was Glynda's idea. She was teaching him how to use it," she explained. "His aim needs a little work, but he sure can swing. I'm gonna be feeling this for a while."
Yang raised an eyebrow. "You don't seem all the disappointed about it."
Blake smirked. "Well, he did do something to take my mind off of it afterwards…"
Ruby's cheeks lit up, and Yang gasped. Weiss rolled her eyes. "Honestly. I don't know what I expected. You hide it better but you're no less perverted than Yang." She was always reading those filthy books of hers, so it was no surprise that she was all too willing to throw herself at him.
Yang crossed her arms. "Well played kitty cat…"
Ruby cupped her face and looked down embarrassed. "S-so he's done it with both of you? But he didn't make me do anything like that after he spanked me… do you think I should have offered or...?"
"I think you should all be focusing on your duties!" Weiss said annoyed. "Did you forget what we were taught in training? We carry out our assignments and his orders. Not gaggle about and try to get his attention."
Yang flashed her a smug look. "Aw, someone is mad they haven't gotten attention from the master yet. I wouldn't worry about it too much Weiss-cream. With the way things are going chances are tomorrow it'll be your fanny getting fried," she said.
Weiss blushed. "I-I'm not jealous! And I have no intention of getting punished! Unlike you all I focus on my job!" she said crossing her arms.
Yang laughed. "Nobody ever plans to get punished… well, most people don't anyway. It just happens," she said, giving Weiss a pinch on the rear. The girl swatted her hand away. "Besides, if he doesn't your big sister will, right?"
"Shut up! I'm going to bed!"
Weiss turned around and began to stomp towards her bed. She didn't need to be reminded of how strict her sister was. She would get more than enough of that tomorrow…
Cinder smiled as she made her way down the halls of the manor. By now nearly all of the girls were off the clock and in their rooms, but the few who were working late each avoided her gaze as she passed by them. And oh how she loved it. She stopped in front of the door of Glynda's room, and then reached up and knocked.
"You may enter."
Cinder opened the door and was greeted by Glynda, who was sitting in her chair and looking through her phone. Knowing her she was going over a schedule or work shifts. Also so dedicated to keeping the place running. Cinder would hand it to the woman. While they didn't see eye to eye on many things, they both were dedicated to their jobs.
"You wanted to see me?" Cinder asked, standing at attention.
Glynda nodded. "I did."
"Have done something wrong?" she asked, smirking. "Am I to be punished?"
The blonde narrowed her eyes. "No, you have not. I called you here for another reason," she said before standing up. She despised the smug expression on Cinder's face. The girl never overstepped her boundaries, but the way she carried herself just irked Glynda. As if she thought she was untouchable.
"It seems Master Arc is taking quite an interest in dealing out punishments. Though hesitant, he's growing more comfortable in his position over the girls. I can only imagine he'll be interested in further punishments before long."
Cinder hummed. "I see. So, am I to assume that you're going to be teaching him some of the more risque methods of discipline then?" she asked.
"No, you are."
Now that had actually seemed to surprise Cinder. Though it only showed on her face for a split second, she'd spotted the shock. "Really?" she asked. "I'm honestly a little surprised that you would ask me to carry out that task."
"Rest assured, under normal circumstances I wouldn't," Glynda said bluntly. "But between monitoring the other girls and… attending to the master's nightly needs, I have more than enough on my plate. And as loath as I am to admit it, you are good at what you do. So I am reluctantly trusting you with the task."
Cinder giggled. Of course. Everyone always talked about how much private time Glynda had been spending with the younger master. More than a few girls had complained about how she was hogging up all of his time. "I see. Well, I'm more than a little honored to be trusted with such a task."
Glynda stepped towards her, lifting her riding crop. She tilted the girl's chin upwards and looked her in the eyes. "Let's be very clear, young lady. You are not trusted. Not in the slightest," she said. "Turn around and bend over."
Cinder stared back at the blonde with an even expression. As far as she could tell, she had still done nothing to warrant a punishment… but, Glynda was the head maid, and aside from the master there was no higher authority. "Yes ma'am," she said, turning around and bending over, placing her hands on her knees. Her skirt barely covered anything in such a position, but Glynda lifted what was left of it before lifting her crop.
SNAP!
Cinder winced, but didn't make a noise as the crop snapped against her rear. Glynda pulled back again and swinging again..
SNAP!
SNAP!
SNAP!
Cinder endured to cropping in silence, only wincing slightly each time the leather smacked into her bare flesh. The cropping didn't last long enough to be considered a real punishment, but Cinder could still feel a warm tingling in her cheeks. "Stand up," Glynda instructed. Cinder stood back up and turned to face her.
Glynda cupped her chin. "That was both a reminder that you are not immune to punishment, and a warning of what will happen should you do anything cheeky with the younger master during your time together," she warned.
"I understand ma'am…"
"When the time comes, you will teach the young master what is necessary to carry out discipline. You will keep your opinions to yourself, you will not offer any advice outside of what is required, and you will not step outside your boundaries. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Then you're dismissed."
Cinder nodded towards her before making her way out. Glynda sighed and sat back down. Perhaps her little warning was a bit childish. But she just couldn't stand how cocky the girl was. Besides, a blow to her pride, no matter how small, might have done her some good.
Outside in the hall, Cinder narrowed her eyes and fought back the urge to rub her rear. Glynda had always been a stern but fair woman, so she hadn't expected to be given the warning in the form of her crop. But now at least she knew she would have to treat even lighter than before.
The fact was that of everyone in the house, Glynda had the most influence over the master. If she thought Cinder was up to anything, it would only take a few words to convince him to bring her to heel. Not that Cinder would try anything. Despite Glynda's worries, Cinder's own loyalty to the master was absolute.
She just found fun messing with the blonde…
She would teach him to the best of her ability, just like she was supposed to. Still, she saw a bit of opportunity in this. If she played her cards right, perhaps it would be Glynda who'd end up being brought to her chambers for punishment. Such a glorious case of karma that would be.
For now though, she would have to take her frustrations towards the blonde out on the poor rabbit faunus who had been late to her shift today...
A/N: Well, since everyone seemed to want the follow up to Blake's punishment, I decided rewrite it a bit to go with that this chapter. Wiess will be up next, and who knows from there. Cinder and Glynda do have a bit of a rivalry going on. Who do you think will be able to win Jaune over? Either way, he'll be the winner in the situation. And soon he is going to start leaning some of the more wild punishments that go on in the manor. The will be more BDSM and fetishy stuff up ahead just to let you guys know.
Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter.