Frustrated Pyrrha turned to look at the crowd of students on the edge of the training field.

"Anyone?" she shouted at the student body.

The Hunters in training around the edge of the training field all looked at one another, none stepping forwards towards her.

"I'll fight you Pyrrha!" shouted Yang, her voice coming from the side of the yard closest to the school building proper.

"Yang!" reprimanded Weiss.

"We're supposed to be studying today!" said Ruby.

Pyrrha didn't say anything as Yang ignored the two and dropping her bags stalked forwards. Yang pulled out her Scroll and grinned. Pyrrha and the rest of the students in the courtyard glanced up as the locker blasted out of the nearby building and arcing up into the air raced towards Yang.

"Yang! The lockers are for emergencies!" shouted Weiss.

"This is an emergency!" said Yang grinning. The locker slammed into the dirt next to her and popped open, taking out the matching weapons Yang threw off her jacket and slid them into place on her arms.

"Yang." Pyrrha trailed off and shook her head, arguing with the team RWBY hothead was counterproductive at the best of times, "Let's finish this before Goodwitch comes to investigate the launch?"

Yang smiled and punched her hands together, "To aura break? Or pin?"

Pyrrha considered, most training matches went to a pinning. Hunters in training not wanting to deplete themselves out in the middle of the day. Still, it was the weekend and she was trying to bleed off energy. "Aura."

The blonde grinned, "Fun."

"Don't kill each other," growled Weiss as she grabbed Ruby and pulled her away from the training field to a safer distance.

Pyrrha considered Yang, she had seen the girl fight on numerous occasions but had not yet actually dueled her. It had been a possibility in the upcoming Vytal festival, but a small one in Pyrrha's opinion. As strong as she was the best tactic in combat against her would be to dodge and avoid her attacks until she wore herself out.

The most dangerous member of team RWBY in Pyrrha's opinion was Ruby herself, although that was more to do with the girl's unpredictability than actual fighting prowess. While the other members of the team had set fighting style's Ruby had yet to settle on one and she was proficient with those strategies she did use, but not a master. Quickly switching between strategies, she was a threat.

"Kick her ass Pyrrha!" shouted Nora from somewhere in the crowd, Pyrrha glanced up to see where the other two were, she hadn't seen them arrive at the training field.

Yang attacked, jumping forwards with a wild, predictable, and extremely powerful punch. Pyrrha raised her shield, bracing, and absorbing the attack as it landed. Akouo rang like a bell at the impact and Pyrrha grunted in pain as she was pushed backwards.

She had known Yang was strong, but that was devastating.

Turning the shield Pyrrha whipped Milo around in its sword form, aiming for the blonde's head.

Yang raised her arm, blocking the attack deflecting it upwards over her head forcing Pyrrha to spin around with the remaining momentum.

Throwing her shield out to block Yang's counter Pyrrha backed away from her to regain her footing. Yang took several steps back as well and the two started to circle one another in the middle of the field.

Pyrrha feinted to the left, and Yang lunged in that direction. Twisting and transforming Milo in her hand to its spear form she fired off the dust charge in its base launching it forwards far faster than anyone but Ruby could have countered.

The spear slammed into Yang's midriff, she grunted in pain and fell to the dirt. Pyrrha left Milo on the ground, reveling her semblance by recalling it in the middle of the crowd not something she wanted to do.

Yang pushed herself back up and glared at Pyrrha, "Ow."

Pyrrha smiled, "You'd be angrier if I went easy on you."

Yang nodded in agreement, "Yeah, but now you've not got a weapon."

Pyrrha raised Akouo, "Oh?"

Cracking her neck Yang lunged forwards, Pyrrha smiled. She had contacted one of Yang's gauntlets in the fight already. It would be enough. Yang swung with a vicious right hook at Pyrrha's head, raising her shield Pyrrha blocked, exposing herself to the incoming left gut shot.

Semblance activating Pyrrha slowed Yang's hand, transforming the vicious attack into something a normal Hunter would throw. It knocked the wind from her lung's but didn't send her flying.

Yang's eyes widened in confusion and Pyrrha slammed Akouo down on her head, jumping backwards as Yang roared in pain and blindly swung at her Pyrrha danced back across the field.

Pyrrha noted that Yang was keeping herself in front of Milo, not letting her retrieve the weapon. That was the limit of her strategy though, all her attacks obvious but still powerful.

Slammed backwards again Pyrrha rolled away from Yang and taking in several heavy breaths smiled. "Yang, is that all you've got?" It was an obvious ploy, and the blonde smiled.

"Nope!" She slammed her fists together and lit herself on fire.

"Mrs. Xiao Long!" the shout reverberated through the courtyard and Yang winced. Keeping one eye on her opponent Pyrrha turned towards the familiar voice.

Goodwitch was standing by the locker, her crop in hand and a furious expression on her face.

"Professor!" shouted Yang. She smiled and the flames around her died away, her eyes studiously straying away from her locker.

"Would you like to explain Mrs. Xiao Long? As far as I am aware there was no situation which necessitated the calling of your Locker."

Yang chuckled and glanced around at Ruby and Weiss. "I was challenged to a sparring match by Pyrrha?"

Goodwitch glanced over at Pyrrha, "I am fairly certain she did not suggest that you call your locker into the middle of the training field."

Pyrrha remained silent, and Yang shrugged. "No Ma'am."

The professor nodded, "Than you will be putting the locker back and refilling the dust reserves, Mrs. Xiao Long, after which I'm sure you'll have the time to perform the checks on all of the other lockers. Correct?"

Yang winced, "Yes Professor." Turning she glanced at Pyrrha, "Thanks for the match Pyrrha!" Stomping over to her locker Yang wrapped her arms around it and grunting, lifted it into the air and heaved it onto one shoulder.

"Yang, we'll have to finish this some time!" shouted Pyrrha.

"You sure? I was winning!" shouted Yang over her shoulder as Weiss and Ruby fell in step behind her.

Pyrrha watched as they trudged off, Weiss was already yelling at Yang and Ruby was talking battle strategy.

"Mrs. Nikos?"

Pyrrha turned to Prof. Goodwitch, "Professor?"

Goodwitch waved a hand at Ren and Nora, both of whom quickly jogged over to stand next to Pyrrha.

"Would you and your team be able to meet with me sometime tomorrow?"

"I'm sure we can professor, Jaune's gone into Vale for the day but I don't think we have anything on the schedule." Said Pyrrha.

"What is this about Professor?" asked Ren.

Goodwitch sighed, "I'm afraid I do not know much either, but the Vale City Council would like to ask you something. They are sending a representative tomorrow. From what I can gather it has to do with the Festival, and the promotion therein."

Pyrrha stiffened, "Promotion?"

Goodwitch glanced at her and nodded, "Yes. You are under no obligation, and I will be present to ensure that whatever the council requests will not conflict with your studies. I could say you denied the meeting, but I fear they will contact you anyway. We have no legitimate grounds on which to deny a government representative from meeting with our students."

Pyrrha sighed, she could imagine what this was about.

"We'll be there Professor!" said Nora.

"Thank you."

Pyrrha nodded again keeping the smiled she trudged back over to Milo and picking up the spear turned to the other students still collected around the training field. "Who wants to spar next?"

Jaune stepped into the dorm room and frowned, it was just past dinner he had expected the team to be back in the room. Thankful they were gone though, Jaune threw the heavy bags up onto the bed.

Reaching under the bed he quickly pulled out his trunk and glancing at the door quickly began to pull the items out of the bags, paying only minimal attention to the organization of everything Jaune began to empty the bags he had been carrying all day.

Emptying one, and then the other Jaune paused on the last item. The black leather collar infused with dust was warm to the touch. Testing it for a moment, he frowned. As well made as it was the thing was still new. Leather goods needed regular use and treatment for some time before it was soft.

Still considering the leather Jaune didn't see the door to the bathroom on the girl's side of the room open. Dressed only in an old T-shirt and short's Pyrrha stepped out, her hair still damp.

"Jaune?"

The boy yelped and turned around, "Pyrrha!"

Raising her eyebrows, the warrior stepped forwards "Where were you all day?"

Jaune swallowed, "I was uh, well I went to Vale."

Pyrrha rolled her eyes, "I gathered that."

Jaune glanced at the main entrance again and raised the collar up so Pyrrha could see it.

Her eye's widened, "Is that?"

"It is. Went to the boutique off Main street. Got a little more than I was planning too, I think I went overboard to be honest."

Pyrrha moved forward's and Jaune quickly closed the trunk, Pyrrha glanced at him and the boy sheepishly shrugged. "Some of it, is overly optimistic on my part. We haven't talked about, this, and I, I don't want to scare you away."

Slowly closing the distance between them Pyrrha knelt on the floor next to Jaune, "You would be hard pressed to do that I think."

She turned her eyes to the leather, eyes locked on it.

"Is that?"

"Yeah."

"How much did you get?"

Jaune glanced at the trunk, "Not much."

"I would have helped pay for thing's. I know this stuff isn't cheap." Said Pyrrha.

Jaune shrugged, "I fine."

Pyrrha nodded and the two of them fell silent, both staring at the collar.

"Where are Nora and Ren?" asked Jaune.

"They went to another movie."

Jaune frowned, "Another?" he paused and slowly lifted the collar, "So, we're alone for now?"

"Should be."

Slowly reaching down Pyrrha plucked the collar out of Jaune's hands. Jaune watched her, not sure what to say. Everything that had happened yesterday seeming like a dream of sorts.

"Do we want to make rules?" asked Jaune.

Pyrrha frowned, "Other than the safe word?"

Jaune shrugged, "It's done in a bunch of the smut."

Pyrrha turned the collar over in her hands, the intricate dust stitching that would be pressed to her skin a composite of fire and ice dusts. An old form of strengthening for materials. She took a breath, "I don't see you suddenly taking advantage of a situation when I'm tied up and going to fat Jaune. I can't imagine a scenario where you push thing's too quickly."

Slowly still holding the collar in her hands Pyrrha sat down next to him. "Do you want rules?"

"I don't know." He blushed and looked away, "I mean some things are a given, I don't think either of us are into the more, extreme practices."

"No. A few bruises at the most." Said Pyrrha.

Jaune nodded, "Yeah. That's about what I'm comfortable with. It's just, I don't know. I, I." He trailed off.

Pyrrha set the collar down and reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, "Jaune, you and I know the most important part of all of this is communication. You don't think I'm going to go running off screaming at this point, do you?"

"If you don't give me rules you might. I, well if we're being honest. The things I'm imagining should make you run away."

Pyrrha chuckled, "If I want you to do those things?"

Jaune didn't say anything. "Jaune, would you under any circumstances ignore my saying Milo?"

"No!" The Hunter violently shook his head.

"Then let's say for now, no gag's until we're both able to communicate well enough. Agreed?"

Jaune turned to her, "Agreed."

Reaching out he picked up the collar again and held it in his hands. "I, well I want to plan out things in the future, and to be honest I'm still trying to wrap my head around all of this."

"You're not going to suggest we not do anything while we have the room, are you?" asked Pyrrha.

"No, just repeat."

Pyrrha smiled, "So you want to spank me again?" she pretended to consider that for a moment, putting a single finger up to her lips and tapping several times. "I'd like that, I'd also like to try on what you bought."

Jaune lifted the collar and frowned, "I've still got to treat the leather, it's going to feel like cardboard at best right now. The guides I've read say a week of constant treatment will soften it up enough."

"I know that Jaune, you and I have apparently been reading the same things. Still, we can break it in. You don't want to see me wearing it?"

"No, I mean, uh yes!" his voice rose and octave as Pyrrha swung her still slightly damp hair around to one shoulder exposing her neck.

Jaune hands shaking held the collar out to Pyrrha. She smiled, and looking down at the strip of leather didn't move.

Jaune, not completely oblivious to what she meant carefully moved up towards her neck and opened the collar. The simple latch like on a belt had a loop through which a lock could be put in place, and a small loop around the front where a lead could be attached.

Slowly moving his hands to her neck Jaune swallowed, letting go of the left side he slowly slid the leather behind her neck. Hesitantly moving her hair away Jaune grabbed the other side of the collar and slipped the lose leather into the strap.

Pyrrha shivered, the collar was still loose. She wore a gorget with her armor, but that was a functional piece intended to protect the neck. The collar she was donning was, in some sense another form of protection as well as a restriction. Jaune taking another breath began to tighten the strap down stopping as it sat flush with her neck.

"Too tight?"

"Not tight enough, one more loop Jaune."

He hesitated and tightened it. Eyes wide Jaune slowly set the latch in place and moved his hands away. Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl was sitting in front of him in her pajama's, hair wet, with a black leather collar around her neck.

The contrast between the black leather, the flame red hair, her pale skin, and the green of her eyes as she stared back at him was an intoxicatingly stunning sight.

Pyrrha slowly put a hang up to her neck and slowly spun the collar around so the latch was on the nape of neck, and the loop that Jaune could use to control her with was sat at her throat.

Jaune once again felt like he was far away, and more aware of everything around him. Like the first time it had happened, the nervousness didn't fall away but became a secondary concern. If she did not say Milo, then he could do what he wanted.

Standing Jaune towered over her, pushing the far more tempting images that came from having her kneeling in front of him Jaune slowly reached down and looped a finger through the meatl loop on the front of the collar.

Pyrrha let out a small gasp as Jaune slowly pulled up, the hard and unyielding leather bit into her neck but she ignored it. Rising with his prompting Pyrrha stood in front of him, without her normal heels she was an inch or two shorter than him.

Jaune tugged on the collar, directing Pyrrha towards her own bed.

"Lay down, on your stomach. Keep your feet on the ground." Said Jaune.

Pyrrha didn't say anything, it was almost as if the collar was restricting all but he more primal sounds from traveling up her throat.

Laying down on the bed Pyrrha closed her eyes. The fights at the training field, had been relaxing in the normal way but by the same token had only added to her stress. Even fighting Yang, she hadn't gone all out, hadn't done everything in her power to win.

She could have simply taken control of Yang's gauntlets and thrown the combatant around the field until her aura broke. The challenge had been self-imposed, and the results certain.

Now though, the limits were not known. She could end it at any moment, but that wouldn't be a win. In fact, all of this, it wasn't a competition like fighting was. This was a test of something else.

How much she could endure, and twist into pleasure.

Jaune stared as Pyrrha once again bent herself down to be spanked. The most basic parts of his biology were purring in pleasure at the simple submission. Her state of dress was also, much more enticing than what it had been last night.

She had been in her uniform, the skirt in the way and something that had to be held out of the way. Now though, Pyrrha was dressed in her pajamas which consisted of an oversized shirt and short pants. The flesh of her legs far more exposed, and curve of her figure prominent Jaune couldn't resist reaching out and settling a hand on her.

Pyrrha shivered again at his touch.

"Pyrrha?" said Jaune his voice barely audible.

"Yes?"

"I want you to count, you're also not allowed to make any other sounds. Understand?"

Pyrrha turned her head to look back at him, and Jaune watched as her hair spilled over one shoulder. She nodded recognizing the challenge.

Raising his hand Jaune took in a breath, and brought it down.

"One." Breathed Pyrrha.

Jaune's eyes dilated and he quickly raised his hand again, bringing it down.

"Two."

"Three."

Pyrrha continued to count, Jaune ignored the numbers and instead listened to her tone waiting for it to change.

"Twenty-three!"

Jaune's hand had slipped, and gone slightly lower than what he had intended. He had struck, something far more delicate. He paused for a moment, and Pyrrha glanced back at him eyes pleading. Moving only slightly she leaned in towards his hand.

The combination of her looking back, moving towards his strikes, and the collar around his neck was far too much. Jaune leaned forwards, a hand going out towards her collar another snaking towards her chest wanting to touch similarly tender flesh.

The lock on the door of the dorm rattled, both young Hunters froze for an instant.

"It's locked!" said Nora from beyond the door, "Pyrrha! Why's the door locked!?"

Jaune tore himself away from her, and reaching down pulled the blanket from her bed up throwing it over her.

Stepping back Jaune turned towards the door, and nervously tripped over his feet falling flat on his face for the second night in a row as the door to the dorm opened.

"Jaune, you're back!" said Nora as she burst into the room.

Concentrating, and deciding that is was far safer to remain on the floor for the moment to calm down Jaune groaned.

Ren stepped into the doorway, "Jaune."

"Ren." Groaned Jaune.

The other Hunter raised an eyebrow and looked at Pyrrha's bed.

"Something going on?" asked Ren.

"No, I've uh got a headache!" squeaked Pyrrha, she poked her head out from beneath the blankets.

Nora glanced at her and shrugged, "Ren has a tea for that! It works for me!"

Jaune slowly rolled over and looked up at the other boy.

Ren nodded, "Indeed, would you like me to make some?"

"No thank you Ren, I'm uh, going to go to sleep!" said Pyrrha her voice wavering in pained frustration.

A/N: To those of you who are making the comparison to Nana to Kaoru, that is intentional. It and Sunstone are in my opinion the best BDSM relationships in fiction. I'm not going to create relationship stress over the BDSM acts themselves, per say. Both characters having some knowledge of it, but zero experience is the hesitation factor.

They'll ramp up as it develops, so you're not going to get stone walled for a hundred chapters like Nana to Kaoru. Especially when the events of the Battle of Beacon roll around!

We're not staying in the nice-nice Beacon days forever! The continuity is at the moment right before Season 3 and we're going to play through those events with some modification to introduce the needed, drama. Big plot event's will remain in continuity.