Later, sitting behind Lisle kitty in the bathroom, Gerlinde reflected that she hadn't really lied to Lisle kitty.  Not really.<br/><br/>After all, she thought while rubbing lubricant on one finger with her thumb and staring at the shockingly tight hole of Lisle kitty's anus, this would be a cleaning of a sort.<br/><br/>Besides, Lisle kitty would have to get used to certain things in her new life.  Mercy had its place in Gerlinde's teaching, but cruelty did too.  To this end, as she had conducted Lisle puss to the bathroom, Gerlinde had not spared the crop when it was called for.  Gerlinde knew Lisle kitty was in a particularly delicate place, but this did not mean the remedy was to teach her with delicacy.  A spot of sensitive skin sometimes called for soothing ointment and sometimes called for lancing.  And so whenever Lisle kitty had failed to meet the standards of sensuality and poise in her walk, the horsewhip had fallen swift and short on nude flank or ripe rump.  Lisle kitty would get no mercy from those who handled her in the future when it came to disappointing them.  She would be shown none now.<br/><br/>Lisle kitty had been guided to lay on a fluffy yellow bath mat, upon all fours.  A press of the crop's tip between Lisle kitty's shoulder blades and a soft instruction had commanded her to lower her upper body and keep her haunches raised high.  The spreading of Lisle puss' legs, Gerlinde had seen to with her own hands.  She wanted to take her time appreciating the exposed core of Lisle pussy's body.<br/><br/>The delicate valley exposed, Gerlinde had examined that sensitive delve of Lisle.  She had watched the rosy petals part themselves with tremulous reluctance, the little rosette of Lisle kitty's anus clinging tighter in its nakedness.  Gerlinde took a long moment to inspect the state of Lisle kitty's vagina.<br/><br/>She wanted to see how Lisle puss had responded to their session at the litter box.  The dank sleek of the shy petals was looked at for swelling.  The darkness of the hue of arousal was measured.  Whether Lisle kitty was slick, or had truly been pouring cream from the sobbing hole of her sheath, was noted.  Gerlinde's mind sorted these observations, making medical notation in her mind.<br/><br/>Lisle kitty must surely have been aware of the intensity of the examination.  She would have had to turn her head to see what Gerlinde did next, as Gerlinde rose and fetched from the medicine cabinet a tube of lubricant, a rag and an enema bottle.<br/><br/>Now, sitting behind Lisle kitty with her finger sheathed in shining stickiness, Gerlinde thought that no, she had not really lied to Lisle kitty.  Soon she would be clean.  It would just take another discovery.<br/><br/>"You stay still now, Lisle kitty.  You can move your haunches but nothing else.  Make any noises you need."  Gerlinde said softly, stroking Lisle puss from rump to neck in a soothing rhythm.  The sound of the admonition was nearly lost under the hum of the fan that Gerlinde had turned on, to get air circulating and ready to blow out the reek soon to come.  The intent was not, as Gerlinde pet Lisle kitty firmly.  "Just one last thing you have to endure for me.  Then I will bathe you and you can rest."<br/><br/>And perhaps that was a lie, Gerlinde thought - "one little thing."  She had no firsthand experience of taking an enema, but Gerlinde had seen those she had administered one to react very different.  Some accepted it with a certain stoic calm.  Some endured it with noises of discomfort.  One little girl, at a Munich hospital Gerlinde had interned at, had been wracked with hysterical screams.  Others, Gerlinde knew, were stimulated by it; aroused.  Gerlinde hoped Lisle kitty would react that way.  It would be easier for her.  Certainly, the "improvements" to Lisle pussy - her achingly tender, abnormally enlarged clitoris; the hormones brewing hot through her sex - might help make it so.<br/><br/>She placed a hand on Lisle kitty's rump to brace her.  The rise was as hot as its tomato red softness suggested.  Gerlinde's other finger reached to touch Lisle puss' shyly flexing anus for the first time.<br/><br/>Under the lubricant, the resistant muscle felt as yielding as tears, but Gerlinde knew this to be deceptive.  As slick as her finger was, Gerlinde could have pushed her finger up to the last knuckle into Lisle kitty's bottom with just a turn of her wrist.  This would not have been very pleasant.  And Gerlinde's intent was to teach, not to torment.<br/><br/>She rolled her fingertip along the wrinkled opening, coaxing it to relax and widen.  The muscular clench was rubbed to stretch slowly.  Where it wrinkled, she smoothed.  Where it tensed, Gerlinde pressed.  She worked her finger there like a key trying to find its fit in the smallest of locks.<br/><br/>When at last the muscle showed laxity - a certain carnal curiosity at what it would be like to submit and slacken - Gerlinde sank her fingertip into its seizing.  The little socket was feverish with tight movement and seething heat.  She kept her finger embedded, and slid the tip of the enema bottle alongside it.<br/><br/>"Good kitty."  Gerlinde called Lisle.  The prod of the bottle replaced the finger in the hysterically tight hole. Her lubricated fingers dropped to begin swinging the dangling cat bell on its menthol-charged sheath. "Yes, Lisle kitty.  Good."<br/><br/>No, she had not lied to Lisle.  Gerlinde would clean her.  Lisle kitty would be rewarded.  But like all rewards, it would come at the price of discovery - a new way to move.  New feelings to accept and enjoy.