Cat and Mouse: A Lesbian Romance Spanking Novella

Cassidy’s birthday party the following evening ended up being a rather intimate family affair due largely to the fact that all of her friends from the local community college and her short stint as an usher at the movie theater down the street from her parent’s house had either moved away, or were out of town on family vacations of their own. As a result, the guest list for that night consisted of just her mother and father, Lauren, and Melody, her eighteen year old little sister who had just graduated from high school only a few weeks earlier. Cassidy didn’t really mind this all that much though, she much preferred cozy family gatherings to big blowout bashes anyway. Plus, a smaller party would mean more money for presents, right?

The celebration itself wound up being not all that different from a regular Sunday dinner at the Coleman house, but it was still nevertheless a good time. Cassidy’s mother had hung up a bunch of multicolored streamers all over the place and a glittery banner above the kitchen table that read “Happy Birthday Cassidy” in big bright letters to help set the mood, her father had grilled up the juiciest steaks the grocery store had to offer, and come seven o’clock that evening they all sat down to share a wonderful meal together of mouth-watering steak, steamed vegetables, and homemade garlic mashed potatoes. None of the food was particularly fancy, but it was all delicious, and dinner ended up lasting for quite a while as the family got to know Lauren a little bit better.

As luck would have it, Lauren had actually hit it off quite well with Cassidy’s parents and her little sister almost immediately upon arriving. Her natural charisma and understated athletic grace had easily won them all over, and by the time they’d sat down for dinner at the Italian restaurant her father had made reservations for them at, it was like she was a part of the family. And while this was a major relief for Cassidy to be sure, it was also proving to be a bit of an embarrassing nuisance as well. Her mother had taken a real shine to Lauren as she’d gotten to know her over their fancy food the night before, and it hadn’t taken either of them long to realize that they both shared a mutual love of gently teasing Cassidy and calling her out on her attitude whenever she was being a brat; much to her dismay. The two of them had even somehow managed to perfect their simultaneous disapproving scowls by the time dessert was served, and poor Cassidy had been stuck having to deal with the two of them having a ball ganging up on her off and on ever since.

In fact, if she hadn’t known any better, she would have sworn that she’d come within a hair’s breadth of being dragged off to an out of the way family restroom by one or both of them for a quick spanking on more than one occasion that afternoon while they’d been out shopping at the mall. Cassidy was fairly sure that if it had just been her and Lauren alone that afternoon, then she definitely would have spent at least some of their outing with a sore bottom, but thankfully her girlfriend kept her urge to embarrass her in check enough so that the topic of spanking never actually came up. At least, she hoped it hadn’t. It was sometimes hard to tell what her girlfriend and her mother were talking about when they walked ahead of her and murmured quietly to each other. More than a few times Cassidy had found herself lagging behind and complaining about having to be dragged to seemingly every store in the mall so the two of them could play dress-up with her, and as a result she’d missed a decent amount of their chit-chatting, but one thing that she hadn’t missed was the way one or both of them would look back at her with an arched eyebrow, staring at her with an unimpressed coolness until her whining suddenly dried up.

Well, truth be told, Cassidy didn’t mind the whole dress-up thing all that much. Sure it was a little embarrassing to be pinched and prodded as she turned in slow circles to show off whatever clothes the two of them had picked out for her, but they at least respected her wishes and let her use each store’s dressing room alone, at least after she whined enough about them seeing her in her underwear long enough. Lauren had a great eye for outfits that flattered her natural curves and made her feel very pretty, and her mother seemed to agree. That last part in particular was a major relief, because while Lauren may have been picking the outfits, it was Misses Coleman who was the one bankrolling their entire operation. So it was that Cassidy found herself coming home that afternoon laden down with several new outfits that she just couldn’t wait to mix into her daily rotation, and that Lauren couldn’t wait to strip off of her at the first opportunity.

After dinner was finished and they’d ran out of steam reminiscing about Cassidy’s life as an angsty teenager and all the things Melody had been up to since she’d last seen her over Christmas break, it was time to move on to cake and presents. Cassidy had definitely been looking forward to this all throughout their meal, due in no small part to the fact that she’d gotten a sneak peek at some of the things her mother had rung up that afternoon when she thought she hadn’t been looking. Since she was the birthday girl, she got to stay seated with Lauren while her parents and sister cleared away the dishes from the table, and a few minutes later her mother and father had laid out a magnificent looking cookie-crumble birthday cake before her, along with some paper plates and plastic silverware. Candles soon followed, and once they’d been lit and the appropriate number of pictures had been taken with Cassidy beaming over her cake alongside Lauren, her sister, both of her parents, and then all of them together, they all sang Happy Birthday to her and she blew the tiny flames out with one long breath.

“So, cake or presents first?” asked Mister Coleman, sliding the heavy slab of sprinkles and frosting over to his end of the table where he began to cut it up into more manageable square pieces.

“Presents, presents!” cheered Cassidy. “Cake can wait. I’m absolutely dying to see what you and mom have been hiding from me all afternoon.”

“Works for me,” nodded Lauren, just as eager to watch her girlfriend unwrap her gifts as she was to do the unwrapping. She knew she was going to love them.

“What, no birthday spanking?” protested Melody, trying to sound indignant, but doing nothing to hide the playful grin on her face. “You kept insisting that I get one before I could open any of my presents last year you know.”

“Yeah, but I’m older, so I don’t have to,” dismissed Cassidy with a laugh, leaning over and snatching up one of the smaller presents from the other end of the table where her mother had piled them up.

“That’s not fair,” whined Melody. “If I had to get one, then so should you!”

That just made Cassidy stick her tongue out at her, clearly reveling in being the older sibling.

“Mom!”

“You know,” interrupted Lauren, sliding smoothly into the conversation between the two of them before they could devolve into full-on sibling bickering. “She does have a point, Cassie.”

“No she doesn’t!” squeaked Cassidy, going pink in the face as everyone around the table smirked at her.

“Birthday spanking, birthday spanking, birthday spanking!” Melody started to chant from her seat across from her, her parents soon joining in a few moments later, laughing.

“Uh-oh, it sounds like the people have spoken,” declared Lauren, turning to rap a finger against the tip of her girlfriend’s nose with a wink. “Sorry, birthday girl, but it looks like older sisters aren’t immune from getting their birthday spankings after all.”

“But I thought you said I got to be queen for a day?” huffed Cassidy good-naturedly, accepting her defeat, but refusing to do so without at least some semblance of a fight. “As queen, I hereby outlaw this tradition!”

“Well then, consider this a revolution, your majesty,” teased Lauren as she slid her chair back a couple of feet from the edge of the table and patted her lap. “I assume none of you mind if I do the honors? She is my girlfriend after all.”

“Of course not,” dismissed Cassidy’s father with a negligent, setting aside his frosting-strewn cake knife and grinning.

“Go for it, hon,” agreed her mother, making a point of plucking the present Cassidy had picked out from her hands and returning it to the pile. “You can have this after you’ve had your birthday spanking, young lady.”

“You’re all traitors to the crown,” grumbled Cassidy, pouting theatrically and glaring at the table in front of her as she slid her own chair back and moved to stand by Lauren’s side with a defiant swish of her hips.

“Love you too, cutie pie,” laughed Lauren, taking her by the wrist with her left hand, and placing her right palm along the small of her back, rubbing it for a moment before guiding her down into position across her lap.

“Harrumph!”

“Oooh, I see London, I see France,” jeered Melody, standing up and leaning forward with her palms on the table, angling for the best possible vantage point for the upcoming festivities. “I see Cassidy’s underpants!”

“You wha-?”

That certainly got Cassidy’s tush squirming, though it did very little to help hide the lower-third of her panties that had inadvertently peeked out from underneath the hem of her brand new dress as she’d bent over her girlfriend’s lap.

“Lauren,” she moaned, elongating the word into a prolonged whine as she flailed her fists impotently against the other girl’s left calf. “Do something!”

“Whatever you say, hon,” Lauren answered cheerfully, feeling mischief coil and spring within her as she oh so casually twitched the back of her girlfriend’s dress up past her hips, fully exposing the rainbow-maned unicorns galloping whimsically across the snugly-contoured seat of her arctic-blue cheeky briefs.

“Eep!” squeaked Cassidy, her heart leaping into her throat as her legs scissored frantically behind her.

“Aaaw, Cassidy Anne, those are just adorable,” cooed her mother, rising halfway out of her chair next to her husband to get a better angle for a quick snapshot with her phone.

“They certainly are,” agreed Lauren, giving the unicorns a friendly pat. “You weren’t trying to show off for your birthday spanking by wearing something so cute, were you?”

“Oh my god, you guys are the literal fucking worst right now,” grumbled a mortified and cherry-faced Cassidy. Her cheeks were so hot just then, that she was half-afraid that her face was about to melt off onto the floor. Still though, she couldn’t help but smile in chagrin and laugh along with the rest of them at the predicament she found herself in. “Owie! Hey!”

“Language, missy,” warned Lauren with a half-smirk, having just delivered a sharp swat to the center of her seat for her potty mouth.  She casually let her right hand slide over a couple of inches, just barely hooking her thumb into the elastic of Cassidy’s waistband right where the top slopes of her two cheeks met. “Do you really think you should be pushing your luck right now?”

“Yeah, Cassidy,” sneered Melody. “Watch your mouth.”

“Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I can’t find a bar of soap for you to suck on while you’re getting spanked, young lady,” added her mother darkly. “Three’s still three more boxes of Ivory waiting under the sink from last time.”

“Whatever,” snorted Cassidy, getting the message loud and clear and wondering fretfully if Lauren would really be so bold as to bare her bottom in front of her family like she seemed to be threatening to. “You guys can’t get mad at me. I’m still the birthday girl here, and the birthday girl gets to say whatever she wants. That’s the rules.”

“Are you sure about that one, sweetie?” asked her father with a snort of his own.

“Well then, birthday girl, here’s a birthday spanking for your birthday butt,” declared Lauren with a laugh, gripping Cassidy tight around the waist with her left hand, and raising her right palm up high over her shoulder with a dramatic flourish. “Ready everyone?”

“Ready!”

SLAP!

“One!” they all cried together.

SLAP!

“Two!” they echoed.

Though the entire ordeal was certainly humiliating, thankfully the spanks themselves were little more than hard pats, and by the end of it Cassidy’s tush only carried a mildly-warm tingle as everyone finally shouted out.

“And one to grow on!”

Cassidy didn’t need a mirror to know that her face was a lot pinker than her bottom was just then, but she had to admit that it had been rather fun having Lauren give her a birthday spanking at her own party, even if it had been with the back of her dress rucked up over hips. Luckily, the entire ordeal had only lasted maybe five minutes, and now that it was finally over she could right herself and fix her clothes and go back to pretending that her sister and parents hadn’t just watched her get spanked at the dinner table. Plus there was still that pile of presents calling her name to attend to, and as far she was concerned, she’d definitely earned them by now.

“Hold her still for just a sec, Lauren. I want to get a picture of you two together like that before either of you gets up,” ordered Cassidy’s mother, rising from her chair and slowly circling around the two of them in search of the best angle.

“Sure, no problem,” agreed Lauren with a laugh, pinning her birthday girlfriend in place with her left arm and grinning from ear to ear as the shutter sound on Misses Coleman’s camera app clicked away. “Say cheese, cutie pie.”

“Cheese, cutie pie,” grumbled Cassidy, pursing her lips into a defiant pout.

SMACK!

“Ow, hey!”

“You need to smile,” teased Lauren, rubbing her palm across the spot where she’d just cracked her palm in a proper spank. “Right, Malory?”

“That’s right, dear,” agreed Cassidy’s mother with a matching smirk. “There you go, much better.”

And so it was that Cassidy’s first birthday party with her girlfriend became one of the most memorable celebrations of her young life, and unfortunately also kicked off a humiliating new tradition for their family birthday gatherings. She just hoped that none of them would overhear Lauren dishing out her real birthday spanking later that night. She’d promised her before dinner that she’d be giving her one, and somehow she had a feeling her girlfriend would be determined that she start the next year of her life off with a very well-adjusted attitude.