Questions and answers

You walk around your desk to stand in front of them. "So your excuse is that you were curious, and therefore not naughty. What were you curious about girls?" The two of them share a glance and a faint blush. Laurel bites her thumb and looks at the floor.

"We made a bet," Lisa finally answers.

"A bet? What kind of bet?"

"Um, some of the other girls bet us that we wouldn't sneak in, and watch the boys, um you know..." Lisa's voice trails off, her eyes looking at you from under lowered lashes.

"So you tried to sneak in to look at the boys' cocks," you say, leaning back against your desk and smiling coldly. They share another glance and finally nod affirmation. Laurel twists her toe on the floor, looking shamefaced. You try not to smile at how fully she embraces whatever role she plays.

"You're quite the pair, aren't you? You certainly deserve punishment."

"But we hardly saw anything," Laurel protests.

"'Hardly saw anything?' A moment ago you were telling me Miss Dunstan caught you before you snuck in. Now you say you hardly saw anything. I think we can add lying to your list of sins." Laurel bites her lip and looks embarrassed, Lisa gives her a quick poke of reprimand.

"Alright you two. You can take your blazers off and put them on that chair. Now bend over and put your hands flat on the couch." They comply, looking anxious and excited. They bend over from the waist, presenting their plaid skirt encased asses to you. Lisa you note, is already wiggling in anticipation.

"Pull up your skirts. I shouldn't have to tell you that. And move closer, so your asses are touching."

"No sir, sorry sir," they answer, pulling their skirts over their hips and showing their white cotton panties. You can see that Lisa's already have a darkening of moisture at the crotch. You take a thin cane from a stand beside your desk and slap it against your hand. Laurel gives a whimper at the sound.

"Are you going to cane us, sir? Please sir, we're ever so sorry."

"You're very naughty girls," you say sternly, rubbing the cane over their round upraised asses. Lisa shivers and moans at the feel of it.

"I've been very naughty sir," she says in a trembling, excited voice. "I'll behave sir, please give me another chance."

"Yes sir, please give us another chance," Laurel begs, making her voice low and frightened.

You lash the cane down across the pair of delightful asses, enjoying the sight of them flinching at the blow and wriggling after. Lisa gives a choked little gasp. Laurel arches her neck, her breathing quickening.

"I'm being kind, girls. I'm letting you leave your panties on," you say as you cane them again. This time Laurel gives a deep groan, and Lisa shudders and pushes her ass even higher. You can see her panties are dark with her wetness now. and the aroma of her arousal is evident. You cane them again, and they both cry out, in pain and excitement. Laurel rocks her hips, squeezing her thighs together rhythmically. You can see dampness staining her panties now.

"Was it worth it girls? Was it worth a caning to catch a peek at the boys's cocks?" you ask, landing another blow and being rewarded by squeaking, excited gasps.

"We only saw a bit sir. Only three before Miss Dunstan caught us," Laurel whimpers.

"They weren't much to look at. It was disappointing," Lisa adds, her voice husky. You cane them again and they moan and rock their hips, both of them with soaked panties now.