Cat and Mouse: A Lesbian Romance Spanking Novella

Despite the precedent that had been set by the hot tub incident and Cassidy’s valiant attempts to goad her roommate into putting her back over her knee again for another round, while of course pretending that that wasn’t at all what she was trying to do in the slightest, the next few days passed by uneventfully for the two of them. Of course Cassidy’s sudden upswing in smart-ass comments, her blasting her music at a volume that was just loud enough to be annoying, and the proliferation of random bits of clothing and snack wrappers popping up in small groups of twos and threes all over the apartment in places where they’d be sure to get in the way and irk her highly organized roommate did not go unnoticed by Lauren. But even so, she deliberately refused to take the other girl’s bait; no matter how enticing it was whenever she waggled it at her when she thought she wasn’t looking. Instead she savored Cassidy’s mounting frustrations as they grew more and more apparent with each failed attempt to coax her into action, knowing full well how much her inaction was driving the other girl crazy.

Truth be told, Lauren wanted nothing more than to haul her best friend, and now possible girlfriend, over her lap for a repeat performance of what had happened by the pool that night at her aunt and uncle’s house, but she forced herself to be patient, to wait. She knew that Cassidy wanted her to spank her again, and she desperately wanted to as well, but there was something inside of her, some innate understanding of the power dynamic developing between the two of them that held her back. It was an instinct that whispered to her that it would be far more effective and meaningful for them both if it was her, not Cassidy, who was the one to decide where and when the next spanking took place. After all, she was the hunter in their little game of cat and mouse, not her roommate, and she could hardly think of herself as the one in control if she pounced at every little provocation so brazenly laid out in front of her, now could she? So she let the other girl’s sass slide, only ever meeting it with her usual response of a raised eyebrow or a sharp look, though now occasionally coupled with a pinch or pat to her cheeks whenever she wasn’t paying attention. Even so, she was very careful to never actually make a move toward properly punishing her. At least, not yet.

That all changed a few days later, just as Cassidy was changing into her pajamas in preparation for several more hours of playing around on her computer and watching TV before thinking about maybe heading for bed. She was a natural-born night owl after all, and while she didn’t have any plans to hit the hay before 2 AM came and went, that didn’t mean she couldn’t be comfortable in the meantime. Lauren just so happened to be passing by the slightly ajar door to her bedroom, on her way to her own room in search of where she’d left her tablet, when she caught sight of her roommate changing into her pajamas. Cassidy tended to be a bit shy when it came to dressing and undressing in front of her still, despite Lauren’s total lack of self-consciousness when it came to her own nudity, and so she was reasonably sure that the impromptu show she was putting on for her as she hopped from foot to foot wriggling her pajama bottoms up over the swell of her hips wasn’t an intentional one. Even so, the sight of her adorable caboose bobbing from side to side, all but demanding she yank her pajama bottoms down and slap it silly, sent an electric thrill down Lauren’s spine and she knew that her moment had finally come. She took a second to fully commit to memory the sight of those baby-blue horizontal stripes tracing across the curves of her best friend’s cheeks as they disappeared beneath a pair of plaid pajama pants, before straightening to her full height and moving in to strike.

“Oh Cassie,” she called, not bothering to knock as she pushed her roommate’s door all the way open and confidently strolled into the ordered chaos that was her bedroom. Keeping her face straight and fixing her with her best “you’re in trouble” glare, she all but pinned the other girl in place where she’d fallen back to perch on the edge of her bed as she frowned. “You and I need to talk.”

An intense flood of emotions washed over Cassidy as her cheeks involuntarily clenched beneath her. On the one hand, she still felt giddy whenever her roommate used one of the handful of pet names she’d cooked up for her over the course of the last week, but on the other she sensed that they were about to have a serious discussion. Immediately fears that her friend was about to say that the last time she’d spanked her was a mistake and that they should never do it again, or even worse, that she thought they should move out and find other people to live with, flooded through her, twisting her stomach into harsh knots as her heartbeat thudded in her ears.

“Um, uh…” she gulped. “Sure, Lauren. Um, what’s up?”

Lauren picked up almost immediately on the sudden flood of anxiety that had spread across her best friend’s face, but resisted the urge to reassure her just yet. Instead she savored the anticipation she’d been kindling for the last few days a little bit longer, knowing full well that what she had planned would wipe away the girl’s doubts far more effectively than a couple of vocal reassurances and a pat on the shoulder ever could. And so, suppressing a grin, she took a few steps closer until she was looming over Cassidy with her hands planted firmly on her hips as she glowered down at her, and then sprang her trap.

“I think you and I both know that the way you’ve been behaving these past few days has been totally unacceptable.”

She kept her voice stern, but let the corner of her mouth twitch up in a quick half-grin that gave away how she really felt. Not that Cassidy was in much of a position to pick up on her roommate’s subtle facial tics at that particular moment.

“I’m sick and tired of you thinking you can get away with murder around here. You’ve been a huge brat all week, and it stops now. Do you hear me?”

In spite of the fact that her entire lecture was totally off the cuff, being made up as she went along mostly from half-remembered bits and pieces from her own run ins with pissed off parents, Lauren couldn’t help but be impressed with herself just a little bit. She sounded just the perfect amount of grumpy and fed up that she’d been aiming for, and if the indignant look of confusion that had replaced the worry on Cassidy’s face was anything to go by, she’d hit her mark dead center.

“Wha- But I haven’t-!” she began to protest, before Lauren cut her off.

“Uh-uh. Don’t you dare try and sweet talk your way out of this, missy,” she snapped, raising a hand to forestall any more arguments from her friend before they could come out. “You’ve more than earned the trip across my knee you’re about to take, and unless you want to spend the next week going to bed with a well-cooked ass, I’d start changing my tune.”

Still reeling from the whiplash of emotions she’d just experienced, Cassidy let the fear that she’d somehow ruined things between her and Lauren fall away from her as if it’d never been there in the first place. With a sigh of relief, feeling much more sure-footed in their relationship than she had just a few moments earlier, she realized all too late that she’d been expertly painted into a corner by her smugly smirking probably-girlfriend. And yet, she found herself grinning right back up at her as she let herself slip comfortably into the role of sassy brat hurtling toward her inevitable date with a sore bottom.

“Honestly, a week doesn’t really sound all that terrible if you ask me,” she quipped, deliberately leaning back to rest her palms behind her on the bed with indifference as she rolled her eyes.

Lauren felt the corners of her mouth twitch up at that, and she had to fight hard to suppress a laugh. Eventually she managed to twist her amusement into something more predatory as she bore her teeth in a wolfish grin that she knew would send thigh-squirming chills down Cassidy’s spine.

“Well then, miss smart mouth,” she said, her voice menacingly casual as if it didn’t matter to her one way or the other as she called the other girl’s bluff. ”We’ll just have to see how confident you’re feeling after I’ve finished with whooping that bratty little butt of yours raw with my belt. That is to say, after we’ve finished with the spanking you’ve already got coming, of course.”

“Raw?” countered Cassidy, feigning confusion even as she felt a pit open up in the bottom of her stomach. She could feel herself blushing hot pink and it was suddenly a lot harder to sound smug as she plowed ahead with her come back, unable to resist the urge to dig herself in just a little bit deeper. “I thought you said I was going to be ‘well-cooked’ by the time you were through with me. Make up your mind already, geez.”

That little outburst of bold-faced sass managed to at least make Lauren snort.

“Oh that is it. Get over here you little brat!” she growled, unable to totally keep the amusement out of her voice as she snatched Cassidy up from the bed by her wrist. She replaced her a split-second later with a bounce and wasted no time in hauling the startled girl across her lap, centering her pajama-clad butt across the top of her right thigh and faceplanting her into the heavy down comforter while her feet scrabbled frantically for purchase just a few inches above the carpet. “I don’t care what you want to call it, you’re getting spanked!”

Fueled by a vindictive determination to give her best friend everything she’d been asking for and more, Lauren immediately set to work walloping her oh-so-deserving backside with a vengeance. She kept the fingers of her right hand tight together and her thumb out to the side as she brought her palm down with the same relentlessly powerful swats that she’d used the last time she’d had Cassidy over her knee, setting a nearly non-stop tempo that the other girl’s flailing feet had no problem keeping up with. Unlike last time though, Cassidy at least had the good fortune to be wearing more than just a wet swimsuit for protection, and the soft material of her pajama bottoms managed to deaden the noise of Lauren’s palm quite a bit as it bounced off the back of them, absorbing most of the sting from the individual spanks but doing very little to lessen the bone-jarring impact that the heel of her palm brought with it, bouncing Cassidy forward and all but knocking a squeak of surprise from her each time it struck home.

Nearly three dozen spanks later, Lauren paused a moment to give her aching palm a break. She was starting to see where the old adage of “this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you” might have come from, because pounding her palm against those deceptively tough pajamas seemed to be having more of an effect on her than it did on her roommate. She would definitely be starting off any and all future spankings over her panties, or straight to her bare bottom, that was for sure. Not wanting to give away just how she was feeling right then though, she was aiming for a sense of dominant control after all, Lauren masked her need for a breather by rubbing her stinging palm in slow, smooth circles across the tautly stretched seat of Cassidy’s pajama bottoms. With a grin of anticipation, mentally picturing what lay hidden just beneath their surface, she searched out the raised stitching that marked the edge of Cassidy’s panties and began to casually trace her fingertips along it. Starting from where the material clung snugly to the side of her hip, she swept her touch down and in along the prominent undercurve of her right cheek, raking her index and middle fingers across the point where it disappeared into her crack and letting her touch linger and rub for a few extra moments between her thighs before following the divide between her cheeks up to her waistband and giving her rump a playful slap.

“Am I starting to make an impression on you yet, cutie pie?” demanded Lauren, her voice a low purr as she gave Cassidy’s right cheek a hard enough squeeze to make her gasp.

“Y-Yeah sure, I guess,” Cassidy managed to answer back with a huff, blowing a strand of curly blonde hair out of her face and managing to give a convincing enough shrug, knowing full well how her roommate would respond to it.

“Good,” crooned Lauren, her voice syrupy sweet as she took the bait. “Now raise your hips.”

That order sent a shiver of fear down Cassidy’s spine, and she found herself swallowing the smart-ass reply that had been on the tip of her tongue just a second earlier as she hastened to do as she was told. Unfortunately for her, her feet were still suspended several inches above the floor, and any attempts she made to try and find purchase with her toes were fruitless as they bobbed uselessly back and forth in the air.

“Um…?”

Lauren just smirked to herself as she watched the show for a bit, before eventually taking matters into her own hands, literally.

“Come here you,” she said, heaving out a put upon sigh as she leaned in to snake her left arm around Cassidy’s waist, pulling the other girl in firmly against her side and lifting her hips clear off of her lap with ease.

Cradling her in the crook of her arm, Lauren let the reality of her friend’s new position sink in for her before she reached beneath her to pull her pajama drawstring free. The knot came away with ease, Cassidy never tied anything more complicated than a simple bow with bunny ears to keep her pajamas from slipping down to embarrass her, and with the waistband of her pajamas now considerably less snug, Lauren was able to easily drag them down off of her hips, along her legs, and then off entirely. With an intense feeling of satisfaction at how easily that had gone, she was pleased to find she had a natural talent for undressing her friend, she tossed the no longer needed pajama pants in the general direction of Cassidy’s clothes hamper, making the shot without even trying, and then turned her attention back to the pair of panties she’d just unveiled. She was more than a little gratified to find that the mental snapshot she’d taken just before bursting into her room was an accurate one, the inch-wide horizontal stripes she’d caught only a short glimpse of were stretched snugly across her seat and did indeed outline every contour of the generous cheeks they were wrapped around in explicit detail, though their gusset now sported a very visible damp spot that hadn’t been there earlier.

“These are cute and all,” quipped Lauren, not bothering to mask the mounting hunger in her voice as she spoke, admiring the feel of her friend’s cheeks through the soft cotton material as they shifted nervously beneath her rubbing. “But I think you and I both know that there’s no way I’m going to let you keep them on. Not after the way you’ve been behaving, Cassie dear, so I’m afraid they’re just going to have to come off.”

“Ugh, fine, whatever,” grumbled Cassidy, only able to muster the barest semblance of a protest as she felt Lauren’s free hand strip away the last bit of protection between her and the cool air of her bedroom and what was to come, squirming and flexing her now naked cheeks as she felt more than heard the other girl ball up her embarrassingly wet panties and toss them into the hamper after her pajamas with careless ease. Despite the indignant pout on her blushing face, Cassidy loved every moment of what was happening to her. She knew instinctively that Lauren wouldn’t have let her keep her panties, even if she’d properly whined about it, and even as her tummy filled with dread and her mind reeled at how easily she’d been manhandled and stripped of her pajamas and panties, leaving her bare bottomed and waiting for what was sure to be a very intense spanking if last time was anything to go by, she found her heart welling with a heady mixture of eager anticipation and a sense of intense closeness with her friend.

No, Cassidy mused to herself, time seeming to draw to a standstill for a handful of heartbeats as the world suddenly snapped into greater focus around her. It was safe to say that in that moment, they’d moved well and truly beyond being just “friends”, or even “best friends”, they were definitely deep into girlfriend territory now, and probably had been for several weeks already, though neither of them had been ready to put a label on it quite yet. And although it wasn’t at all the traditional path one might take toward starting a relationship, she wouldn’t have had it any other way as she sighed with a contentment she’d never felt before.

Lauren’s own thoughts seemed to have been traveling along a similar trajectory too, for it was in that very next moment as she was settling Cassidy back down across her lap and testing the feel of her bare cheeks in her palms that she said it.

“I love you, cutie pie.”

Neither of them really knew what to say as they let those five words hang in the air for several long moments, but eventually Cassidy broke the tension with a saucy squirm of her seat.

“I love you too, bossy boots.”

And with that, her heart fuller than it had been in a very long time, Lauren set to work showing her girlfriend just how much she loved her. This time around, she kept her pace nice and slow, savoring the sound and sensations of her palm impacting with Cassidy’s bare skin and watching with delight as it bounced and jiggled. More often than not, she’d follow up a particularly vicious swat with an equally hard squeeze, digging her fingernails in deep against the sensitive flesh she’d just sizzled. She’d then give it a rough shake that set the other girl’s ass to jiggling in a way that was different from when she slapped it, but was just as satisfying, before letting go and repeating the process all over again somewhere else. Every now and then though she couldn’t resist kicking things up a notch, and would jolt Cassidy out of her quiet submission with a dozen hard, stinging smacks in a wide arc up and down her bottom and thighs, much to the other girl’s dismay if her cries of surprise and squeals of pain were any indication.

The slower pace did very little to effect the severity of the punishment being dished out however, and after a long and thorough spanking, Cassidy’s poor backside was just as sore and red as it had been the last time she’d found herself across Lauren’s knee. Once the punishment was finally over, the two of them spent several long and wonderful moments in a companionable silence, mostly. Although she was no longer spanking, Lauren kept her hands busy rubbing and squeezing her girlfriend’s cherry-red derriere, admiring her handiwork and savoring the heat radiating from her in more places than one. Occasionally she’d let her fingertips venture further south to ever so lightly graze along the wet and swollen lips pouting up at her from between Cassidy’s thighs, though she never let them linger for long despite the sharp intake of breath and high-pitched gasps their attention always brought.

After a while doing this, Lauren leaned over and casually brushed back several strands of sweaty blonde hair that had plastered themselves to her girlfriend’s forehead, tucking them behind her ear and beaming fondly down at her with a mixture of affection and something more predatory. She then leaned over, and with her lips tickling the side of her ear, murmured with sadistic mirth.

“Now if you’d been a good girl and taken your spanking without all that sass, we’d be wrapping up your time over my knee tonight with some of this.”

She illustrated just what exactly she meant by “this” as she let the fingers of her right hand caress themselves along her slit, gliding up and down along its moist folds several times before stopping to rub them in in tight circles around her throbbing clit. Cassidy’s face immediately buried itself in her comforter as she bit out a long, low moan, her legs jutting out straight behind her as if they’d just been shocked by lighting before starting to squirm frantically as she rapidly approached the edge of a climax. Keeping a sharp eye on the other girl’s body language, Lauren kept it up until right before she was sure she was about to come, and then snatched her hand away, chuckling darkly and dishing out two extra sharp thigh spanks to add insult to injury.

“Oh my god, Lauren, come on!” whined Cassidy, pounding her fists ineffectually against her mattress and scissoring her ankles back and forth behind her in an attempt to try and finish the job herself. Unfortunately with her feet still suspended several inches off the floor, she couldn’t find the leverage she needed, and with a loud huff, let herself go limp across her girlfriend’s lap in defeat.

“Maybe next time, cutie pie,” teased Lauren, tucking away the adorable vision of Cassidy rosy rumped across her lap and pouting adorably with her chin perched atop her folded arms for later when she had some alone time with her magic wand. “But for now, you have a date with my belt I believe.”

This announcement set off another round of moaning and grumbling from Cassidy, but it was clear that her frustration was decidedly less genuine this time around as Lauren gave her naked seat a couple of casually possessive pats before helping her back to her feet. She held her there in front of her for a few long moments, pinned in place by the force of her wry half-smirk alone, drinking in the sight of her as she shifted her weight awkwardly from foot to foot with her hands balled into little fists at her sides. She was pouting just as hard as she possibly could at her, bare from the waist down and proving definitively that she was indeed a natural blonde as Lauren had suspected, but to her credit she made no move to cover herself or to try and wheedle her way out of what she still had coming.

Heaving out a long suffering sigh as if she’d rather be doing anything else right then, though they both knew that that was totally not the case at all, Lauren rose gracefully from her perch on the side of the bed and took a moment to straighten out her own clothes. Deliberately adjusting a cuff here, smoothing out a wrinkle there, all but ignoring the other girl even as she underscored for her just who was in charge at that moment and who was the brat about to get her ass strapped raw. Or was it well-cooked? They’d find out for sure which it was in a minute or two. Turning her back on Cassidy, she leaned over her mattress and busied herself for several more moments carefully smoothing out the wrinkles their previous activities had left in the covers, before gathering up the three pillows at the head of her bed and stacking them in a neat pile near its center. After taking a moment to appraise her arrangement, Lauren shook her head with dissatisfaction, something was missing. She then reached over and snatched up the worn teddy bear Cassidy kept beside her pillows, the one she’d received on her sixth birthday and that had been with her ever since, and set it just in front of her pillow pile where she’d have easy access to it. Perfect.

“Lay across these,” she ordered, patting the pillows almost fondly before taking a step back to watch with naked amusement while she tapped her forefinger against the rounded silver hoop of her belt buckle.

Her wolfish grin grew even wider at the visible shiver that ran down Cassidy’s spine as her gaze shifted from the bed, to her tapping finger, and then up to her face, making her cheeks wobble and painting a fresh blush across her face in the process. Clearly embarrassed by the extra display her lack of clothing was providing for her girlfriend, she gave a huff of defiance and tried to suppress her visible nervousness as she moved to do as she was told. Faster than she would have liked, Cassidy found herself lying face down across her mattress with her already sore and bright-red bottom propped up high behind her, just begging to be spanked.

Still grinning from ear to ear, Lauren casually undid the buckle of her belt and began to slide it free from around her waist, savoring the “thwip, thwip, thwip” sounds it made as it snaked free from its loops.

“I think we’ll just stick with twelve for tonight,” she said, doubling the length of leather up in her hands and giving it a few sharp snaps that made Cassidy jump in spite of herself, much to Lauren’s amusement. She just loved the way her girlfriend’s ass jiggled and bounced at the slightest provocation. “I suspect you can take a whole lot more than twelve if I’m being honest, but for now, let’s keep things simple. I’m sure we’ll get the chance to put my little theory to the test sooner rather than later.”

In spite of the stomach-churning nervousness gripping her guts and pulsing between her legs, Cassidy found that part of her was a little disappointed to hear that she’d only be getting twelve licks of Lauren’s belt that night. Her girlfriend was definitely right about her being able to take more. Her ass had shown no signs of even so much as a friendly slap the following morning after they’d been hot tubbing, and the two dozen or so times her parents had spanked her while growing up had been pretty much the same as well. Having a jiggly rear end that could absorb a lot of punishment certainly had its perks, although she resisted the urge to say that out loud just then.

SWISH-CRACK!

Cassidy’s idly spinning thoughts were immediately cut short by Lauren’s belt as it hissed through the air and exploded across the crowns of her cheeks. Its echoing report was accompanied by a howl of surprise from her as a one-inch wide bar of white-hot fury spread across where the leather had just bit into her already tender flesh, raising a vivid red welt in its place and burning fiercely for several agonizing moments before burrowing deeper into her and fading only slightly into a broader, pulsating ache.  Lauren mercifully let Cassidy ride out the worst of the pain of that first lick while she caught her breath, savoring the sight of her toes curling and uncurling as her hands gripped her comforter in a white-knuckled fury. Cassidy was starting to think that maybe she’d been just a bit cocky in her earlier estimations of how much she could take from just a moment ago, and as she finally managed to take in a breath that wasn’t hissed through clenched teeth, the next swat found its mark just below the first.

SWISH-CRACK!

On and on Lauren worked, methodically painting stripe after vivid red stripe that quickly rose into angry red welts up and down all along the alluring expanse of Cassidy’s cheeks and the backs of her thighs. She resisted the urge to rush ahead with the girl’s punishment, and instead took her time to carefully aim each of her stripes, savoring the impact of her belt against her girlfriend’s soft skin and the accompanying squeal of pain it wrought from her tossed back head as her legs thrashed her mattress in a futile attempt to throw off some of the agony she was experiencing. The thigh swats in particular drew extra loud cries of pain from her, but even though it was obvious that she was on the verge of bursting into tears at any moment, she never once asked her to stop. Lauren knew that the other girl trusted her completely, and she was determined to push her right up to her limit, and maybe even a little past it, but no further. And so she kept a sharp eye on Cassidy’s body language, instinctively understanding what she was really feeling with each movement of her hips and the arching of her back, and adjusted the strength of her swats accordingly, never going easy on her, but never pushing things too far either.

By the time it was all over, nearly a quarter of an hour had passed, and Cassidy’s bottom and thighs were left painted a lurid shade of bright, candy apple red with darker patches of maroon splashed almost haphazardly all along their surface in sharp, crisscrossing lines. She could feel the hard, raised edges of the welts left behind by Lauren’s belt throbbing in time with the beating of her heart, echoing the pain of each previous impact as they pulsed their heat deeper and deeper into her aching sex. With a jolt of embarrassment, she felt the wet spot she’d left on the pillow she was lying across, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to plunge her hands beneath her to finish what Lauren had started, but she resisted that urge knowing that to do so would almost certainly invite more licks of that damn belt of hers.

Lauren for her part was having just as much trouble resisting the temptation to attend to her own body’s demands just then, and she busied her hands with fumbling her belt back through its loops and pulling it tight across her waist while she kept her eyes fixated on Cassidy’s bare ass and legs. It was taking a supreme effort of will for her to not pounce on the girl just then, to viciously squeeze those battered buns of hers and make her howl, to pull them apart and bury her face between her legs, but somehow she resisted. She knew that there would be plenty of time for those kinds of things in the future, and while she would have loved to claim her prize and rock the other girl’s world until the sun came up and they had to rush to class, denying her and leaving her frustrated and bone-achingly sore was even more fun. She did however indulge herself just a little bit as she reached out and gave Cassidy’s right cheek a hard slap that elicited a very satisfying yelp. She was only human after all.

Chuckling to herself, Lauren moved in to sit down on the edge of the bed once again, scooting over and tugging away some pillows so that Cassidy’s head could rest in her lap as she turned over to lay on her side with a low groan. They spent several quiet moments just enjoying the feel of each other’s warmth, not really saying anything in particular as Lauren busied herself with rubbing the other girl’s back and gently tucking away sweaty locks of hair behind her ear. It was pretty clear though that Cassidy was down for the count, and if the way her hands kept twitching towards her middle were any indication, she was in desperate need of some alone time. Truth be told, Lauren was in more than a little need of some of that herself, and so deciding it was time to part ways for the evening, she dipped her head down and planted a quick kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.

And with that, Lauren disentangled herself from Cassidy and rose to her feet one last time. As she moved to leave, her mind already replaying scenes from the last half hour as her hands itched to get hold of her magic wand, she turned back and smiled wistfully at the back of the girl she wanted so badly to climb under the covers with. She knew there would be plenty of opportunities for that in the future though, and so she contented herself with committing to memory the sight of her swollen red ass as Cassidy lay on her side groping it tentatively with one hand while her other busied itself elsewhere.

“Goodnight Cassie, I love you.”

“Me too,” squeaked Cassidy, too far gone into her own ministrations to do much more than look back over her shoulder and flash her a quick, embarrassed grin.

It was going to be a long night.