Miranda Bradley (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=904699)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/FujinAkari/13a28594a8a7faffb905ebfe050bbdc3_zpsgaadhado.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Tagging:  Cathari, Menzoza, Ogzi</strong><br/><br/><em>Miranda's eyes widened as the catgirl, instead of acting ashamed, chagrined, or even embarrassed at being called out for spanking her, instead pressed the heel of her boot into the gossamer silk of the priestess' semi-transparent leotard!  Miranda blinked a few times as the catgirl demonstrated just how little attention she had been paying to the... lecture?  And she been lecturing?  She really didn't feel like it had been a lecture...<br/><br/>Opening her mouth, a slight whimper escaped for just a moment before she controlled herself and narrowed her eyes.</em>"What was said, my dear, is that I am a servant of Nrathor, the Forceful Hand, and as such I have a duty and privileged to serve those with the strength to take and master the world around them... I myself am but a tool of my betters but..."<em>She smiled.  She had been trained and challenged for decades to see if there was latent strength within her, if she herself would be a worthy vessel. </em>"You?  You are not nearly strong enough to be my mistress, to expect meek compliance...<br/><br/><em>The woman's hands snapped upward and grabbed ahold of Cathari's boot, working her thumbs beneath the sole and then pressing upward with each arm, forcing the kitten to balance precariously on one foot even while the other was shoved upward, the woman's knee all but rising to her breasts as her foot was forcibly raised.  Miranda licked her lips for a moment, enjoying the discomfort the catgirl must be experiencing and, secretly, enjoying the sight of the woman's calves and the gentle curve of her ass, the priestess' position giving her a terrific view up the woman's skirt.<br/><br/>Before too much time passed, however, Miranda rolled to one side, maintaining her grip on Cathari's boot and trying to drag the woman's leg beneath her.  As she rolled though, she felt the woman twist and felt an impact as the catgirl fell atop her.  The priestess' grip on the slippery cat vanished and a lot of things happened at once, the two women rolling across the floor in an abrupt wrestling match which was very very different than her plan to simply pin the woman's leg beneath her body.  After several confused seconds, Miranda found herself laying on her side, one arm pinned beneath the catgirl's slight weight while the other was wretched fiercely upwards, being held above her head.  Blinking a few times the girl put on her very best pout after a failed attempt to wrench free.</em>"That... could have gone better?"