The tears flowed more freely as Lisle heard that her inability to walk was intentional and permanent.  Even if there had been hope of rescue, it would have been squelched by the fact that there could be no recovery from this surgery.<br/><br/>She felt the throbbing between her legs answer the kisses of the crop - both the tender stroking and the harsh strikes.  When the slender cane tapped the leather sheath itself, her silent tears got choked into a sob.  Clumsily, she started moving.  It didn't come at all naturally - most of it was moving an arm to prevent herself from falling forward, or a leg to draw away from the threat of the crop.  It was a little better than a child's first steps, made slightly more stable by having four limbs to support her, rather than two.