The lesson, Gerlinde resolved, had been a success.  Lisle puss' walk was still a series of lovely accidents, but Gerlinde was positive she had applied the proper approval and censure to give the burgeoning kitty a sense of proper pacing.<br/><br/>Each swing of Lisle's hips had been measured.  The adequately ripe, aroused rolls were licked to buzzing with the soft stroking of the crop.  Any sign of shyness, staggering or halting was stamped 'wrong' with a swat.  Soon a certain fluidity began to move through the able kitty.  Lisle pussy was learning.  She was not an expert yet - not by long - but she knew how to be.<br/><br/>And Gerlinde, having taught her, felt a certain shimmer of pride soften the stiffness inside her.  Her sensitized nudity flushed a bit to feel it.  It was a palpable delight, one that lounged in her heavy breasts, painting their aureole with dark daubs of color; that smeared the inner membranes of her tender vagina with glaze; that made her breath feel like singing.  And when Lisle kitty finally set her sex's vulnerable slice against the suede couch's hard edge, and began to rub and purr, Gerlinde felt her pulse pick up the rumbling tune.<br/><br/>The discomfort wracking her eased - the smolder of rage she had felt subsided.  A mellow clarity washed through her, and Gerlinde found herself thinking of the tepid rains that rinsed Munich's messy face clean of winter come April.  She had always loved that time of the year - a season for rubbing the toes through flower patches and dreaming about the onrushing liberty of summer - and its sentiment suffused her now.  That was a season for watching things bloom.<br/><br/>Lisle pussy, under Gerlinde's careful cultivation, was blooming too.  Like the flowers she kept by the sill, whose bright colors she rewarded with liberal spritzing, Lisle kitty needed to be teased and tended into showing her lovely hues.  She had to be rewarded in soft ways.<br/><br/>Enough of the lash for now, Gerlinde thought.  She laid it against the bare white of her thigh and crouched on the balls of her feet before Lisle kitty.  Under the black crest of her SS cap, Gerlinde's face was the bright welcome of new snow seen through warm glass.  Her penis aligned with the axis of Lisle kitty's body, presenting its purple, fragrantly glazed head in wide offering to the kitty's face.<br/><br/>In one hand, she gathered the side of that face; she rubbed it in time with Lisle kitty's rubbing of the couch.  Her other hand, Gerlinde slid under the tremulous bend of Lisle puss', fetching her jingling clitoris in its translucently sensitive sheath.  She soaked in the purr.  She filled the green pools before her.  And with tender care and inevitable force, she moved the belled prong of Lisle pussy's clitoris until its coil fit against the couch, trapped in the rubbing envelope of that moist, spread vagina.<br/><br/>Gerlinde inhaled, smelling that vagina, ripe with its musky tang.  She made a point of inhaling deep and loud, so that Lisle kitty knew.  Her eyes flashed as she emitted a low sound of savor.  A bead of pre-seminal fluid pushed laboriously through the slit of her glans before Lisle kitty's face like a pearl of reward.<br/><br/>"Lovely, Lisle kitty."  Gerlinde said.  "You have a lovely, lovely purr.  It's like perfume and incense smoke, kitty.  Like honey on bare skin.  A bit more work, and it will be perfect."<br/><br/>Gerlinde's own bare skin blushed.  "Keep making it.  Keep rubbing.  Until you cry and make cream."<br/><br/>And for a moment, Gerlinde just let the purring pervade her, savoring this moment of success.