Anal Invader Educated

Mistress Irony stands over Giselle. The flogging left marks, but the girl’s attitude hasn’t shifted an inch. Irony wants more than squeals. She wants the lesson to stick. So she picks the tool that works on every smart mouth: her fingers, then her hand, then the thick, black plug that waits on the table. Giselle gets the gag first—rubber between her teeth, straps pulled tight behind her dark hair—so the only protest left is the wet sound of her breathing. Irony spreads her open. One finger at first, then two, then three, working the tight ring until it gives. The big tits bounce when Giselle tries to squirm, but Irony pins her hips and keeps pushing. The plug follows, cold and unforgiving, stretching her wider than she wants to admit. Every inch forced in, every breath caught behind the gag. Giselle’s thighs shake, but Irony doesn’t let her come. She edges her instead—slow circles over her clit, stops just before the peak, then starts again. The denial bites harder than the plug. Irony leans close, voice low: "You walk out of here the same mouthy brat, this plug stays in until you learn who owns that hole."