Sonya and Cloe Hart

Sonya’s eyes go hard. The rule is simple—hand up, mouth shut—and Cloe’s already broken it twice. Now the teacher wants blood and come in the same lesson. The first crack of leather lands across Cloe’s bare ass, sharp and immediate. Before the girl can gasp, Sonya presses the cattle prod to the same red stripe. Electricity snaps through skin, straight up the spine, and Cloe jerks so hard the cuffs rattle. Another blow. Another jolt. Her thighs shake, tears already bright on her cheeks. Sonya doesn’t ease off. She spreads Cloe open, spits on the tight little hole, and works a slick finger inside. Then the prod again—lower, crueler—kissing the soft skin just under the cheek. Every shock makes Cloe clench around the finger in her ass, and the second finger follows. Two knuckles deep, twisting, stretching. Sonya pulls the prod away only long enough to slick her other hand and shove two fingers straight into Cloe’s cunt. The double fill makes the girl moan like she’s been gutted, then the prod lands again, right over the stretched rim. The shock rips another cry out of her, and her pussy clamps hard on Sonya’s fingers. The orgasm hits fast, ugly, unstoppable—her whole body kicking while Sonya keeps working both holes and the current keeps firing. By the time the bell rings, Cloe’s limp in the cuffs, drool on her chin, ass striped red and twitching, still pulsing around nothing. Sonya wipes her hands on the girl’s thigh and smiles like class dismissed.