Cat and Mouse: A Lesbian Romance Spanking Novella

As the spring semester of her junior year started to draw to a close, Lauren Delaney found herself spending more and more of her time behind a research desk at the university’s student library. While the laptop she’d bought the year before was more than up to the task of writing papers and preparing presentations for group projects, she found that she just focused better when she was fully immersed in the subdued ambience of the underground archives in the middle of campus, away from the temptation to “multitask” while working that typically took the form of binging episodes of The Simpsons on Netflix in the background. Whenever she had a major assignment to work on, she’d sequester herself away behind one of the many public computers in the main study area for two or three hours at a time and dedicate herself entirely to the subject at hand. It was a good system for her, and ever since she’d fully embraced it there’d been a noticeable upswing in her grades, and ironically she’d also found herself with a lot more free time to spend with Cassidy since she was able to focus to the point of radically increasing her productivity.

At least, that was how things usually went.

One particular afternoon Cassidy had decided to tag along with her after she’d finished her classes for the day, but unfortunately for the both of them, the serene atmosphere of the library didn’t seem to have quite the same calming effect on her as it did for Lauren. In fact, it had quite the opposite, magnifying her boredom tenfold as she bounced her attention restlessly from the study guide she’d printed out for her physics final, to her phone where she’d play a few rounds of the one puzzle game she had downloaded that didn’t require an active internet connection to work (reception was terrible in the building), to sporadically looking for something interesting to occupy her mind on the highly-restrictive web browser her workstation had installed on it. None of it was able to hold her focus for long however, and as the minutes ticked by at a maddeningly slow crawl, she found herself squirming in her chair and looking for excuses to bug Lauren if for no other reason than to just have something to do.

“Do you think they keep it so cold in here because it helps preserve the books, or is it just because we’re underground and it’s naturally cold?”

Heaving out an annoyed sigh, Lauren turned away from the monitor of her workstation and fixed the girl next to her with a disapproving scowl.

“Do I need to spank you, Cassie?”

“Oh my god, shhh!”

Cassidy’s face had predictably flushed a positively adorable shade of hot pink as she’d scrambled to hush the other girl up with a frantic waving motion. She swallowed her embarrassment and cast a nervous glance to either side behind her, trying to see if anybody had overheard what she’d just been asked. It was hard to say for certain, there were quite a few people using computers around them, but none of them were looking in her direction at least. Still though, she kept her voice barely above a whisper, hoping that Lauren would do the same, as she hissed.

“And no, you don’t. Thank you very much.”

She huffed, blowing several loose strands of hair out of her face and folding her arms under her chest as she slouched in her chair and glared with embarrassment at her computer monitor and the scary story about a haunted video game cartridge that she’d only been half-reading while Lauren had typed away at one of her term papers next to her. Sitting around trying to kill time in the library was proving to be way more boring than she’d originally bargained for, but as much as she would have loved to have been at home in her pajamas doing anything else just then, Lauren had been the one to give her a ride onto campus that morning and it was raining way, way too hard for her to try and walk the mile and a half back home to their apartment. So she was effectively stranded on campus until Lauren decided she’d done enough studying for one evening, whenever the heck that would that would be.

Seeing that she’d cowed Cassidy, at least for the moment, Lauren let a satisfied smirk play across her angular features as she directed her attention back to her work. This time her girlfriend’s focus lasted for an entire, blissfully silent, ten minutes before it finally slipped again and she started pestering her about how much longer she planned on staying there for and whether or not she thought the library’s vending machines might take her student ID card as a form of payment, and if they even had the candies she liked in them.

“Not that I’m really in the mood for candy,” mused Cassidy to herself. “Honestly, I’d much rather have something warm right now. Do you think they have a microwave around here I could borrow? I think some of the vending machines in Beckler Hall sell Hot Pockets, so I could maybe get one of those and bring it here…”

Pinching the bridge of her nose and sighing again, Lauren marked her place in the book she’d been using as reference material, saved her progress on her paper, and locked her workstation. Gathering up her purse, she pushed her chair back from the desk and stood. She then rounded on her girlfriend, fuming silently, and cut off her stream of consciousness chit-chat with a surprised squeak as she snatched her upper arm up in an iron grip and began dragging her off deeper into the bowels of the library.

“Wait, Lauren, wait!” protested Cassidy with strained panic, not wanting to draw any attention to either of them if she could avoid it as she was frog-marched down a flight of stairs and into one of the more seldom-trafficked sections of the library. “I promise I’ll be good, just give me another chance, please!”

“Uh-uh,” answered Lauren sharply, giving her girlfriend’s upper-arm a hard squeeze as she suddenly veered off down a hall to their right and swept her into one of the four mini conference rooms that took up a large portion of the sub-basement, letting the door slam shut behind them. “You’ve been begging for this ever since you got here, cutie pie, and I’m not letting you off the hook without giving you exactly what you’ve earned.”

Her initial blood-boiling annoyance had dissipated by the time she’d escorted the two of them into this private little meeting room, having been replaced by the usual electric tingles of excitement she always felt whenever she was about to do something mean to her girlfriend. She was still determined to tear up Cassidy’s bratty little butt for being such a pest. They both knew she needed it if for no other reason than to provide her with an outlet for all of her pent up restlessness, but her plans were no longer purely rooted in the realm of disciplinary punishment. After all, Lauren reasoned to herself as she let go of her girlfriend’s arm and cast an appraising look around the room she’d picked more or less at random, if she was going to take the time out of her busy study schedule to correct Cassidy’s bad behavior, the least she could do was make it something fun and memorable.

That’s when she spotted the long, thin, and very mean looking wooden cane lying innocently on top of the conference table. Well, technically it was a pointer stick, not an actual cane like the ones she’d read about in some of the stories Cassidy had shared with her on her Kindle not too long after they’d started dating, but it was close enough for what she had in mind just then. It was about half an inch thick and as long as her arm, made from some sort of tan colored wood and capped on either end with red rubber tips. Snatching it up from the table, Lauren gave it an experimental flex in her hands, finding to her delight that it was surprisingly springy, and then slashed it through the air beside her.

SWISH SWISH

The long, thin, makeshift cane whizzed through the air with almost no resistance, cutting through it with a satisfyingly intimidating “whoosh” sound that split Lauren’s features into a wide, feral grin. An impromptu idea for just how to play this little scene of theirs out had started to form in the back of her mind when she’d noticed the pointer on the table, and now as she flexed it between her hands, taking in the sight of Cassidy nervously chewing at her thumbnail as she stared transfixed at the center of her chest, she knew just what she wanted to do.

“Well, Cassie,” she began, making her voice stern and clinical as she directed a disapproving scowl down her nose in the other girl’s direction. “Since you seem so dead set on acting like a naughty little schoolgirl, I think it’s only appropriate that I treat you like a naughty little schoolgirl.”

“Eep,” squeaked Cassidy, half in jest and half out of a need to do anything just then that might help quell some of the butterflies roiling around inside her stomach.

“Eep indeed,” replied Lauren with a wink, her stern headmistress mask slipping just a bit beneath the weight of her amusement. “Now as to your punishment, I think that, oh… let’s say six… no, better make it twelve of the very best with the cane on your bare bottom ought to be enough to instill some measure of proper discipline in you, at least until ‘study hall’ has finished.”

Cassidy felt her shoulders sag a bit with relief as she heard this pronouncement. Sure, that stick in Lauren’s hands looked like it could really pack a wallop, but she knew she could handle twelve. She’d taken a whole heck of a lot more than that from her girlfriend’s belt only a few days earlier, and the couple of times her mom had taken a switch to her when she’d been younger had lasted way longer than that as well. She was confident that she’d be able to take whatever Lauren decided to dish out with at least some modicum of grace. She’d definitely be sore by the time she was finished with her if the stories she’d read about British-style school canings were anything to go by, but honestly, how bad could it really be?

Something of her relief must have shown on her face, because Lauren’s brows quickly knitted together into a glower.

“I see that you find something amusing about that,” she observed darkly, embracing her grumpy headmistress role all the more as she tipped Cassidy’s chin up with the end of her cane so she could bring the full weight of her steely glare to bear on her. “Very well then, young lady, have it your way. We shall make it three dozen with the cane instead. That ought to be enough to wipe that impudent smirk off your face you… you rapscallion!”

It was. The bemused smirk on Cassidy’s face at her girlfriend’s silly persona had bent into a worried grimace under the weight of fresh anxiousness as her sentence was suddenly tripled, and she found herself swallowing hard.

“I’m sorry, ma’am!” she squeaked, the words tumbling out of her before she’d even realized she was saying them.

“I should hope so,” sniffed Lauren, reveling in their impromptu role play session. She gave her cane another vicious slash through the air that filled the heavy silence in the room with a terrifying SWISH that made Cassidy’s hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Disrupting the study time of your fellow students is totally unacceptable, Miss Coleman, and you will pay for your indiscretion with your bottom, you naughty, naughty girl.”

Striding past Cassidy with a haughty scowl on her face, she took up a position near the edge of the table that occupied most of one side of the room and turned her back toward it to face the open area of carpet directly in front of the door they’d walked through not more than a minute or two earlier. She flexed her makeshift cane once more between her hands while she took a moment to decide just how best to position Cassidy for her punishment, and then used its tip to point at a square of carpet about two feet in front of her.

“Come here, girl, and assume the position,” she ordered sharply, swishing her cane for emphasis. “Legs a shoulder’s width apart, and bent over grabbing your ankles. Come now, don’t dawdle. We haven’t got all day you know.”

Cassidy’s stomach did several flip-flops as she moved on jelly legs to stand where she’d been directed to. Swallowing hard, she cast a furtive glance over her shoulder to make sure that the blinds on the observation window behind them had at least been drawn down. Unfortunately for her there was nothing she could do about the narrow vertical window that ran the length of the door behind her, and anybody who happened to look through it would be treated to an unobstructed view of her round, jiggly, buns as Lauren painted vivid red stripes across them, so she just did her best to try and put that possibility out of her mind. Hoping desperately that the small amount of soundproofing the conference room’s painted cinderblock walls offered would be enough to keep anybody from hearing what was happening and coming to investigate, she let out a nervous breath and bent at the waist, seizing her ankles in a death grip as her long hair cascaded down around her head to obscure her vision.

“Very good,” praised Lauren, setting her cane down behind her on the table as she advanced on her jackknifed girlfriend. “It’s reassuring to see that you are at least capable of following orders, albeit under the threat of discipline. Hopefully this lesson will help motivate you to be just as obedient in the future without the need for your knickers to come down.”

“Yes ma’am,” squeaked Cassidy again. She felt silly repeating herself like that, but it seemed the safest option at the moment as she felt the hem of her skirt being lifted up over her hips and folded over to lie across her back.

“Well now,” gasped Lauren, pouring as much indignation into the two words as she could muster once she’d revealed the pink and white polka dots of her girlfriend’s very flattering panties. “These are hardly regulation, now are they, young lady?”

“Um, uh… no ma’am?” Cassidy answered tentatively, not really sure what “regulation” panties were supposed to look like in the school setting they were creating on the fly, but assuming that they probably weren’t nearly as colorful or revealing as hers were.

“No indeed,” agreed Lauren with a sniff, clucking her tongue as she straightened out a couple of wrinkles in the soft material. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to confiscate these knickers, dear. We simply cannot have our students running around in such… such… rebellious underthings.”

Cassidy couldn’t help snorting at that, and neither could Lauren, though that didn’t seem to slow her down much as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the offending panties and whisked them down to the other girl’s ankles. With a couple of encouraging pats and a firm squeeze or two from her impromptu headmistress, Cassidy managed to awkwardly untangle her faux-leather boots from the leg holes of her panties, and Lauren snatched them up, tucking them away triumphantly into her purse.

“Scandalous, just scandalous,” she huffed, doing a terrible job of hiding her amusement as she gathered up her pointer stick in her right hand and swished it menacingly just behind Cassidy’s now very vulnerable bare bottom. Her girlfriend’s cheeks clenched and unclenched reflexively with each bone chilling SWISH of the cane as it cut through the air and produced small puffs that tickled their way across her sensitive skin. Watching her squirm and flex her knees nervously, Lauren’s urge to make her cry only grew stronger.

“You are to maintain your position and count out each stroke as it is given,” she said calmly as she tap, tap, tapped the length of the cane across the centers of her lover’s tautly stretched cheeks, getting a feel for her aim as she swung her arm through several slow-motion practice swings. “Failure to do so will result in the stroke not counting. Is that understood?”

“Yes ma’am…”

SWISH-CRACK!

Lauren delivered the first stroke of Cassidy’s caning without any warning, snapping the implement down across her cheeks as hard as she felt she safely could without running the risk of drawing blood.

“Aiieee!” Cassidy knees buckled with the force of the impact and she let out a high-pitched squeal of surprise and pain as a tightly focused line of white hot agony erupted across both of her cheeks simultaneously. She hissed sharply through clenched teeth, riding out the pain as it burrowed deep into her, and shook her hips as much as she could while still clinging to her ankles, before straightening her legs back out with a long exhalation. “One ma’am…”

A perfectly straight, fat red welt had risen up to stand in sharp contrast against the pristinely smooth alabaster backdrop of Cassidy’s bare bottom where the cane had bitten into her. It was about an inch or so higher than where Lauren had been aiming for, but that didn’t bother her too much as she watched it bounce up and down in time with Cassidy’s frantic gyrations. It was beautiful and horribly painful looking, and it took a supreme effort of will on her part not to reach out and pinch it ruthlessly.

“Very good.”

SWISH-CRACK!

Again another lurid red line burst into existence across Cassidy’s wobbling cheeks, about two inches below the first one.

“T-two ma’am!”

Damn. Lauren bit back a curse as she observed her handiwork and readjusted her grip on that cane. She hadn’t been aiming that low!

SIWSH-CRACK!

“Ah! Owie, owie, owie!” squealed Cassidy, shifting her weight feverishly from foot to foot as a third welt appeared right between the first two. “Oh my god, three, ma’am!”

Much better. Lauren felt her smile widen as she took in the sight of the tightly packed three stripes standing out against her girlfriend’s bare bottom.

“Oh don’t worry, cutie pie,” she teased, lining the cane up again for another stroke. “We’ve only got thirty three more of these to go.”

Cassidy just groaned.

Fifteen minutes, and thirty three equally cruel cane strokes later, Cassidy’s bottom and most of her thighs were painted with an angry crisscrossing patchwork of swollen, maroon welts. Lauren had eventually ran out of space with about a dozen strokes left in Cassidy’s punishment, and had decided to make those last twelve extra awful by layering them diagonally on top of her other stripes, which had been enough to push poor Cassidy over the edge and into tears. But to her credit, she’d managed to stick it out for her entire punishment, thanks in no small part to a little gentle encouragement and light threatening from Lauren, and now stood sniffling and wiping away tears from her eyes with a proud smile on her face.
 

“You did great, cutie pie,” praised Lauren, beaming as she tossed her pointer over her shoulder without looking and swept up behind Cassidy to coo over her handiwork.

“You want a picture?” she asked with a wide grin, fishing her phone from her front pocket and sliding open its camera app from the home screen. “Your marks are totally gorgeous.”

“Yes please!” laughed Cassidy, bending back over and poking her throbbing, aching backside out behind her with a mock-pout. “I certainly worked hard enough to get them.”

“No kidding,” agreed Lauren with a chuckle of her own, snapping several photos in a row from different angles before deciding she probably had enough to pick out two or three perfect ones.

All she wanted to do just then was kneel down behind her girlfriend and shove her face between her thighs while she squeezed and pinched her welts mercilessly, but… that would have to wait. She really did still have a term paper to finish, and the sooner she got that knocked out of the way, the sooner she could have fun with Cassidy. Still though, as she idly groped and squeezed the other girl’s left cheek while lost in thought, imagining how nice it would be to have her over her knee as she kneaded soothing lotion into her battered buns, an idea occurred to her that was just way too perfect to ignore.

“Stay right there for a sec, cutie pie. I’ve got an idea for something to help you stay quiet while I finish working.”

Cassidy wanted to point out that the tenderness in her flaming behind that she was still trying to come to grips with was probably more than enough to keep her occupied while Lauren did her homework, but she wisely decided to clamp down on that particular urge as she watched her dig around inside her purse. She was curious to know what Lauren had up her sleeve, but had a sneaking suspicion it would probably be something humiliating that would drive her up the wall while her girlfriend watched on smugly. Her suspicion proved to be an accurate one as she watched on in horror as Lauren retrieved a small bottle of lube from her purse and set it on the conference table, followed a moment later by the big, matte-black silicone butt plug she’d bought for her to celebrate their four week anniversary.

“I’ve been looking for an excuse to send you to school while plugged for a while now,” explained Lauren casually as she dribbled a small amount of lube along the length of the plug, rotating it slowly as she went so that it got an even coat all across its smooth surface. “The thought of you walking around with this little guy nestled between your cheeks all day is just so hot, don’t you think?”

Cassidy just gave her girlfriend a bashful grin at that, not wanting to admit out loud that she did indeed think that that sounded very fun, all the while knowing that the glistening lips peeking between her slightly parted thighs would speak volumes for her as Lauren advanced on her with plug in hand. She groaned a little and chewed at her lower lip as Lauren used the fingers of her free hand to roughly part her cheeks, and then gasped and squirmed as the wet and icy-cold tip of the plug pushed up insistently against her tightly puckered rosebud.

“Relax…” ordered Lauren gently, but firmly, as she waited for Cassidy to comply before easing the plug into her.

By now Cassidy was used to having her “little friend” as Lauren liked to call it inserted into her, and she let out a long exhalation as it was pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, stretching her around its girth before coming to a sudden stop as her anus cinched in around its fluted neck. Cassidy took in and released another deep breath, and then braced herself for Lauren to activate the vibrator. She hadn’t known that that was a feature of the plug the first time Lauren had put it in her, but it hadn’t taken very long into her second time around with it to realize just how much a high-powered vibration motor shoved deep inside her well-spanked bottom could make her squirm. She’d nearly come right as it had kicked on the first time, and she hadn’t gotten any better about controlling herself since then. But strangely enough, the vibrations didn’t come, and just as Cassidy was resigning herself to her fate with a mixture of disappointment and relief, Lauren spoke.

“I can do a lot more than just control how fast or slow this thing vibrates using that app on my phone, you know,” she teased, releasing her girlfriend’s wobbly, swollen cheeks and giving their center a loving pat. “There’s actually a very special feature your plug has that I think you’ll find quite interesting.”

Swallowing hard, Cassidy clenched her cheeks around the toy and shuddered.

“Wh-what’s that? Ah!”

She got her answer even before she’d finished asking her question, as the plug suddenly started to vibrate in concert with her words as she spoke them, its intensity shifting to match her volume as she went from speaking normally to gasping in surprise.

“Tada,” sang Lauren, her words also making the plug rumble for a brief moment inside of her. “In case you haven’t quite worked it out yet, cutie pie, I can use the microphone on my phone to control when and how hard your little friend vibrates. So…”

She drew the word out, bringing her phone right up to her mouth and grinning from ear to ear.

“Unless you want to give everyone upstairs a show with those adorable little gasps and squeaks of yours, I’d keep my mouth zipped nice and tight.”

Cassidy just nodded frantically, but silently.

Unfortunately for her, she forgot to consider the fact that all of the public workstations in the library used mechanical keyboards. Mechanical keyboards that made very loud and very distinct CLICK-CLACK noises whenever somebody typed something on them, and Lauren still had a two thousand word research paper to complete.

That evening ended up being the most productive study session Lauren Delaney ever had.

“We really ought to spend more time together at the library, you know, it’s just so… peaceful.”