The purr was interrupted by a gasp as pressure intensified against her trapped clitoris.  For several minutes the purring stuttered and shame burned through Lisle as she found herself forced to masturbate against the couch.  After that, the purring was interrupted again by the same sweet, high sound that she had made earlier - almost a kitten-like mewling - as sensation clouded rationality.<br/><br/>The interruptions came more and more frequently as her hips continued to move under the threat of the crop.  There were tears, too, even when the reason for them had been submerged under the burning of menthol and the slow seep of cream.<br/><br/>The bell jingled wildly throughout the exercise, increasing in tempo as Lisle's movements increased, until it broke into an arrhythmic tinkling as she experienced her second climax as a cat.