Lisle's toppling inspires an instant of sympathy from Gerlinde - a yearning to reach out and catch her.  It's only an instant, though.  Then the cool resolve to let Lisle kitty make her own mistakes clenches down.  Gerlinde was still feeling as irritable as a briar patch - nettle mean and achy.  That her fingers felt somewhat stiff as they clutched the riding crop only made her the more aggravated.<br/><br/>She stalked to stand by Lisle.  A moment was spent admiring the feline beauty quivering at her feet.  The sight of Lisle's legs was a delicious triumph every time - each glance a bite of almond roca.  The parallel made Gerlinde's stomach grumble.  Eating would have to be seen to, and soon.  That meant kitty better learn quick.<br/><br/>She stroked the flap at the top of the crop over the ripe rise of Lisle puss' rump.  Gerlinde hoped the leather tip added a piquancy to the sensation surely surging up from that clinging sheath.  Her reply flowed as elegantly as the stroking, which wandered Lisle's lower back before dipping to stroke her malformed legs.<br/><br/>"No.  You can't."  Gerlinde said.  Her penis, beginning to settle, ballooned back to lividly dark life.  "Could a kitty?  No.  So neither can you."<br/><br/>Her jaw lifted.  Gerlinde admitted she was enjoying this - seeing the girl suffer like the pliant, miserable thing she had shown herself to be.  Lisle had to learn quickly.  Her body moved in new ways now.  So did her soul.  It was please or be punished, and just like Lisle would discover a new balance infusing her frame, she would have to adapt to the new balance of how to win the favor of her owners.<br/><br/>She showed Lisle kitty a much different face than the one that had shone down at her during their recent coupling:  Imperious and vividly hurt.  Gerlinde was in no mood to keep her tenderness to herself.  It was part of the teaching, she rationalized.  Not indulgence.  Not moodiness.  Not premenstrual syndrome.  No.<br/><br/>She was here to teach.  She swatted Lisle's bottom.<br/><br/>"But kitties walk in kitty ways.  Your body knows how.  Follow it."  The crop's tip sent the sheath swinging, the bell chiming in alarm.  "And get those hips moving.  You need to look sensual when you walk.  The walk needs to please, and what you're feeling between your legs knows how to make it look pleasing."