It had just been one of those days were Yang's fists acted before her brain.

Her mind replayed the events that had transpired. Cardin was constantly hounding her teammate Blake Belladonna and Velvet, a rabbit faunus, about how their ancestors were animals...To her and her friends, beating Cardin until his jaw broke was justified.

That'd give him time to learn to keep his damn mouth shut. She thought while watching the clock in the empty classroom. No one else was around except for Glynda Goodwitch, the teacher who separated her from her human punching bag. "Love to punch her bags," She whispered silently.

But the comment didn't fall upon deaf ears.

Glynda looked up from her scroll, shooting a look of frustration towards the blonde brawler. "I'm as frustrated as you are for having to stay after class." She hissed.

Yang rolled her eyes and tapped the long bench like desk rapidly. "Doubt you had a date tonight," She groaned as she continued to watch the clock. Now some other girl would swoop in, and likely get laid. "Missing the ferry now."

The teacher sat her scroll down then leaned forward. The tops of her hands catching the bottom of her chin. "Boo hoo. You missed a date." She growled. "So did I."

It took a moment for Yang to catch on but soon she laughed hysterically, falling off of her chair. She rolled on the floor, still hysterical at the thought of Glynda getting some from someone.

Glynda pushed her chair out and stood, leaning on the table. "It's not funny!" She barked. Still, Yang laughed and it felt as though she was laughing at her teacher's very existence. Frustration boiled. A snap idea appeared in her mind and she began to execute. "Listen here you little brat." She snarled, making her way towards Yang. "You think this is funny?" Nearly screaming, as she looked down at the still chuckling teenager.

Yang realized she was serious as she looked up at her teacher. But still, she chuckled and laughed at the thought of her serious teacher having a soft side.

The look in the witch-like huntswoman was that of pure rage. She was not kidding. At all.

Glynda Goodwitch plopped herself on top of Yang's stomach, grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head. Adrenaline pumped throughout her body as her heart begun to beat as though it were a war drum.

She would have her way with the loud mouth student. Finally, all of the pent-up sexual frustration and aggravation would be taken out on the smug blonde underneath her.

Yang noticed a flash of flesh underneath her teacher's skirt and smiled. "Aren't you a naughty teacher?" She teased, "Not wearing panties to class."

Within a few seconds, Glynda had her idea shattered by words. She panted in worry, realizing her skirt was slightly higher and that Yang had likely seen her bare crotch underneath. Even if she knew full well the real reason didn't wear any underwear today was because she had forgotten to do her laundry the day before, it was unlikely anyone else would believe her.

"Shut up." She replied but there was not a drop of aggression behind her words. Instead her voice seemed to be filled with submission.

Her student only smiled and giggled seductively. "If you want me to shut up then stick that naughty pussy of yours on my face."

Glynda caught herself before she continued. What she was about to do was technically pedophilia and if she stopped now, nothing negative would happen. With reluctance, she went to stand up but in the proccess, she loosened her grip on Yang's wrists.

Being well trained in hand to hand combat meant that Yang could easily flip the situation and be on top. Looking into those now worried eyes of such a beautiful and mature woman. She had to get on top. With her teacher's hands' grip loosening, she made her move.

The brawler seized her chance and rolled, taking her teacher with her. Now she was on top and looking down into Goodwitch's eyes.

Secretly, she yearned for this. Wanted to be in this sort of position. Being the one in control but the handful of boyfriends she had let get lucky, never allowed it. And here she was, missing her date but being in control of a sexual situation between herself and Professor Goodwitch.

Well...It's official. I'm a lesbian. She thought as she continued to stare down at her vividly beautiful teacher.

"Don't tell anyone about this," Glynda demanded as she attempted to get up but was met with Yang holding her shoulders down.

"Oh, I'll tell someone," Yang whispered as she lowered her face to meet Glynda's. "I'll tell everyone if you're not a good girl." She slid her hand down her teacher's skirt until she was met with a soaked clitoris.

"That..." She went to speak something but soon found herself lost amongst her body's sensations. "You're evil..." Groaning as Yang tickled and tapped her clit.

Chuckling, "No. I'm just your Mistress." She replied, using her unoccupied hand to tear her teacher's shirt off.

Glynda's massive E sized breasts struggled to remain the skimpy lace bra she wore. Bouncing with each gentle motion she made, voluntary or otherwise. "Don't stare at them..." She pleaded.

Awe and wonder swooped through Yang's mind as she stared at the large tits her teacher kept hidden under such borderline skimpy clothing. "I'm going to suck the milk out of these puppies." Commanding before she leaned down and began nibbling on one of the large nipples through the bra.

Moaning in both submission and delight as her vagina and breasts were violated, Glynda felt...Intoxicated. Like Yang was a drug and she was the addict. Her behavior turned all the right knobs, press the special buttons. The feeling was something she searched for and never found in men

"Mistress..." She sighed as Yang lifted her head from her melons, "Please use your tongue." She pleaded.

It wasn't immediate but Yang could feel her own pussy begin to grow jealous of the action. She only smiled and slithered down between Glenda's legs.

No time was wasted as she hiked up the skirt and buried her face between her teacher's magnificently thick and juicy thighs. Immediately she began to suck and pull on her elder's clit, causing Glenda to moan wildly. She lapped the entrance of the pussy, tickling the clit at the same time.

Her tongue touched the entrance so many times within such a short period, Yang silently wished she was the third gender but proceeded anyway. She watched her teacher writhe and arch her back as the pleasure avalanched over her.

Glynda panted and moaned. Panted and felt so alive. Her eyes closed, hands inched their way down. She grasped her student's hair and pulled up. Gently she pulled her student's face into her crotch, directing her as the tongue lapped more and on occasion, entered her.

She moaned as the satisfaction filled her body. The cum steadily leaking out of her and into Yang's mouth. If this is what it meant to be a 'good girl' then there was not question that she'd do it anytime her peer asked.

Yang stopped to catch her breath. "You taste amazing." Her own hand made it's way downward as well, she began to play with herself. The stroke of her middle finger, gently rubbing and massaging her clit felt good yet she desired something more. "Now I'm wet."

Still writhing in pleasure the older woman noticed what her student was doing as she leaned up. Guilt soon followed as she bit her lip. "I...Have an idea..." Gently suggesting as she struggled to sit up. This caught Yang's attention but still she continued to fondle herself. "There..." It was embarrassing to admit it but she wanted to please her student...Her...Mistress. "There's a doubled sided dildo in my desk..."

A temptation of having something fill herself was there but she yearned for something else. Something..."Your turn to lick me." Yang barked as she leaned back, continuing to stroke her leaking pussy. "Crawl over here." Before Glynda moved, she ordered.

"Yes mistress..." She whimpered.

Sure enough, the professor turned over and crawled towards her Mistress. Her eyes filled with a mixture of joy and submission. Lust and desire.

Without being told anything else, her head lowered as Yang spread her legs. She licked the entrance slowly. Tasting her Mistress's her cum at first, satisfied with her taste she proceeded to lick greedily. Like a dog lapping water into its mouth after a long run or cat drinking milk as if it was a drug.

"Fuuu..." Yang moaned as she leaned back, almost falling. "Good girl." She panted...

Her Mistress's taste was like the same drug she felt as she was ordered, the same thrill. The same dose of ecsasty within her body. It was very satisfying... If there was a shadow of a doubt in her mind, it was gone now. Lost within the tidal wave of satisfaction of pleasure.

She continued to lapp and lick for several moments, listening to the satisfying moans her dom made. Subbtle drips of her own crevis sounded as her body became jealous of the attention. Her hand made it's way down and soon she began to masturbate while pleasuring Yang.

Lost in their desire together. The two enjoyed themselves for what felt like moments. Each taking their turn licking the other. Yang commanded and Glynda did as she was told. Before long the two laid against the teacher's desk, satisfied.

Their remaining clothes were stipped away, little by little. Tossed at random, scattering them around as they rolled, bent and laid across the floor of the classroom. Leaving only Glynda's heels and Yang's school issued socks and shoes on.

Finally they rested against Goodwitch's desk, both deeply satisfied.

Yang panted as she stroked her teacher's hair. "That's a good girl" She breathed between heavy exhales of air.

Glynda faintly stirred, squeezing her legs together. "Please don't say that..." She pressed her face against the D sized breasts of her loving Mistress. "It makes me wet..."

"Well, that would be a problem if we were in public."

"Just MILF or Glynda..." Submission within her muffled voice. "Please..."

Yang petted some more, molding the idea over in her mind. "MILF by night, Professor by day." She suggested.

The teacher only gave a thumbs up but regretted it as her bare ass was slapped. Yiping in a satisfying mixture of pain and delight. "Sorry Mistress." She whimpered.

"Is it a good idea?" Yang growled.

"Yes..."

"Truthfully."

"It's a good idea Mistress."

Yang smiled happily and seductively. "Good MILF." She replied, rubbing where she slapped. "Maybe I need to spank this juicy ass some more." Suggesting as she licked her lips. "Teach you to reply with words and not hand gestures..."

"Please no more..." Glynda whimpered but smiled as she turned her head to face Yang. "I'm satisfied..."

"So am I." Her attention turned towards the clock on the wall. "Damn. We've been at it for four hours?"

"Time flies when you're enjoying yourself, Mistress," Glynda said as she sat up and grabbed her glasses off the old desk. Her hands fumbled to open them...Her body reeked of lust still and the promise of future pleasure didn't help.

Her Mistress nabbed up the glasses before she caused them to fall and possibly crack. "Can't have those lovely eyes of yours being ruined," She began as she unfolded the pair and slid them in place on her sub's face. "Can we?" Her voice filled with both care and dominance.

"No Mistress..."

"Good MILF." Yang smiled, grabbing a handful of hair, pulling her sub closer. They kissed. Her tongue dominating Glynda's as vague tastes of each other's crotch and breasts mixed with one another. She pulled back slightly after she was satisfied. "This is our little secret. Understood?"

Those lavender eyes were so beautiful to Glynda Goodwitch, she could have been lost in just those eyes but instead, she was happily floating on a cloud joy. She desired to always be with her Mistress.