Lisle kitty's begging scold nearly made Gerlinde giggle.  On one level, she appreciated how cute it was - the bubbling brook of whimpering; the dining crystal chime to her tone; the juicy innocence to it.  Lisle puss was seeming more like a fluffy, wide-eyed newborn kit by the minute.  And on the other level, it made Gerlinde regress to her own memories of childhood; of being the playground troublemaker, full of teasing wit and naughty tricks, quick to drop gum on an empty seat or con younger kids into nose picking contests or profanity.<br/><br/>So she bubbled inside at Lisle puss' noises.  That playful champagne feeling she had when making Lisle walk and rub returned as a gasp through her neck and belly and head.  But she did not make fun of Lisle.<br/><br/>She could not, however, stop herself from leaning in to kiss Lisle puss on the blushing cheek of her bottom.  That was an indulgence she would take.  That, and beaming as bright as the bill of her cap - sharing a toothy grin with the silver skull studded on its black prominence.<br/><br/>Then she replied, rubbing at Lisle kitty's menthol-bitten clitoris by flicking her fingers of the bell-ended tip of the sheath.  Jingles bounced about on fairy boots.  Gerlinde had a gay tone to her voice as she rested her angelic face on Lisle's bottom and talked.<br/><br/>"It is not so dirty, Lisle."  She reassured confidently.  More jingles.  Gerlinde's fingers were getting firmer in their flicks now.  "To what extent it is, this is designed to clean you.  It is a medical procedure, common enough, to make you nice and tidy inside.  No germs.  No filthiness.  Just a clean, tight, tender tunnel.  That is why I am doing it."<br/><br/>And only after she had even lifted her face and opened her mouth, did Gerlinde realize she was very much falling back into the role of the Bad Influence Girl - the one too wise, too bold, too delightedly naughty for her playmates' own good.  Her cheeks and breasts shone with a blush at what she was going to do as her tongue slid out.  Her breath sighed out over the nozzle, spinning wet like the thoughts in her head.<br/><br/>Oh, Doctor, Gerlinde thought.  Doctor, you really must work on your bedside manner.<br/><br/>Gerlinde, smiling, dragged the tip of her satiny tongue, firm as a stencil, along the circle of muscle.  She licked three times around Lisle kitty's pierced anus.  She was making the sheathed clitoris swing and tinkle as she did.  And only when the puckered hole had kissed in the warm wet, soaked in it to a subtle shudder, swelled with feeling, did she lean back.<br/><br/>"Nice and clean.  No more dirty kitty."<br/><br/>Gerlinde squeezed the plunger on the enema bottle, and thought on the heated water billowing smoky and thick into Lisle's colon.  The rush of fluid came seamlessly after the licking.  She wondered if - hoped - the sensations would fuse into a singular ecstasy of stimulation.  The thought demanded she suppress another chime of glee.  She killed it before it even touched her lips to smile.<br/><br/>After all, she was not a playground terror now.  She was a doctor.  And so Gerlinde glowed with satisfaction as she steadily introduced the contents of the bottle into Lisle kitty's virginal rear, her assiduous stroking of the cat bell turning this into quite a different procedure indeed.