This is from my novella, The Caning of Misty Day: A Lesbian Threesome of Spanking and Sex
Sister Mary smiled at Misty. “You will remember this lesson for a long time, Misty.” Holding the cane in her right hand, the nun stood behind and a little to the right of Misty’s upturned bottom and brought the cane tip up even with her left shoulder. The cane was
crossing Sister Mary’s heaving breasts, and she continued to raise her elbow until it was even with her shoulder. Sister Mary cocked her wrist slightly and let the small end of the cane extend up and behind her, and then quickly rocked forward, shifting her weight to her front leg, snapping the cane forward. The cane whooshed as it traveled through the open air, and cracked sharply as it made contact with Misty’s lovely bottom. Sister Mary had aimed low and whipped Misty not quite an inch above the flesh crease dividing her white bottom cheeks from her upper thighs. The impact of the cane across Misty’s bottom sounded like a pistol shot.
Misty didn’t move for a moment. Her body was stunned – the impact of the cane too much to respond to all at once. Then Misty’s head snapped up, and she let out a low, long moan. But she didn’t forget. “One!” Misty cried, remembering Heather’s admonishment to keep the count, no matter what!
The nun waited only a moment longer, then let go with another strike, this time aimed across the middle of both her fleshy white bottom cheeks, pushed back high and in perfect position for the strike.