Campus Girl's Chronic Masturbation Therapy

Gabriella Paltrova was caught jerking off in the dorm toilets and under her desk during lectures. The Headmistress calls it a disgrace and ships her straight to the campus doctor for one last shot at discipline. In the therapist's office the lights are low, the air thick with antiseptic. He bends her over the examination table, fastens the ball gag between her teeth, and watches the drool slide down her chin. His fingers pry her cheeks apart, slide inside, and work her open. One slick acrylic plug waits on the metal tray. He forces it past her ring, watches the muscle swallow it, then pulls it out again, deeper each time. Every thrust of his hand is clinical, cold, designed to break her need. She bucks against the straps, eyes glassy, black hair plastered to her face. He keeps at it until the wet slaps echo off the tile and the only thing left in her head is the ache he puts there. No lectures. No mercy. Just the steady push of rubber and skin until the girl finally learns the lesson.