Fun with the cane (F/F story)

With a flick of her wrist, Yvonne pushed the ruler up, opening the window they'd left ajar the day before. She crawled in, landing on the floor of the classroom.

"Are you sure no one is here?" Becky said as she followed her friend. "Can't believe I'm back in the classroom on the WEEKEND, " she added.

"Relax. The place is empty on Saturday," Yvonne said, the irritation apparent in her voice. "Just stop whining."

"Easy for you to say," Becky said glumly. "You're not the one about to be bare-bottomed in the classroom."

"Bare-ASSED," Yvonne corrected. "There's no one around, it's okay to say 'ass'. And would you really want me to bare mine, considering how much cuter yours is?" She cupped her friend's behind.

Becky blushed. "You know I'm only doing this because I know you want it, you know."

"I know," Yvonne said, giving her a quick kiss, causing Becky to blush even more. "And I'll never forget it."

Yvonne opened her backpack, pulling out the cane she'd purchased.  "Now, young lady," she said, glaring at Becky over her glasses while she tapped the cane against her palm. "Raise your skirt, lower your panties and bend over the desk."

A shiver of delight ran through Becky as she listened to the strict tone her girlfriend has suddenly acquired.  "Yes, Yvonne."

Yvonne grabbed Becky's arm, planting a series of hard slaps on her backside. "What was that!?"

"Ow! I mean, 'yes, ma'am.' I'm sorry!"

"Better," Yvonne said. "Now, get into position."

Becky walked over to the desk, raising her skirt. As she put her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down to her knees, she heard a whistle from Yvonne, who was grinning as she whipped the cane back and forth.

"Almost a shame to cover that tasty thing with red stripes," she said. "ALMOST."

The first stroke landed on Becky's rear end, causing her to cry out in pain. No matter how many times she was caned – and it had been a few times by now – the first stroke always took her by surprise.

"You make the most delightful squeals," Yvonne remarked with a grin. Now let's see if I can make you dance."

The second stroke caused Becky to arch her back, hissing through her teeth. The third stroke burned just as painfully, and she could feel the tears begin to roll.

Again and again, Yvonne whipped the cane down on her crying girlfriend's bottom, both of them having the time of their life. Yvonne was giggling, tapping the cane against her palm, trying to look like some sort of kinky villain, while Becky was moaning with pleasure as she wriggled around on the desk.

Finally, Yvonne put the cane down, bending down to give each of Becky's red, swollen cheeks a quick kiss. "Enjoyed yourself, pet?"

"You know I have," Becky said, rising up to rub her sore bottom.

"Get dressed and let's get out of here," she said. "There's going to be a meeting at the school at five, and we should be out here by then."

Becky stared wide-eyed at her while she pulled her panties up, wincing as the fabric touched her sore cheeks. "I thought you said this place would be empty all day!"

"I lied," Yvonne said as she slipped out the window. She blew her girlfriend a quick kiss before adding, "See you on Monday."

Becky climbed out the window, slowly to make sure that her swollen rear at no point came near anything. She frowned. Sometimes, she wanted to give that grinning imp a taste of her own rod.