(Aargh, sorry.  Wasn't able to get online last night)<br/><br/>Before she even knew what had happened Gemma found herself being forced downwards by the Deputy Head's freakishly strong arms.  She was talking about something but Gemma was finding it difficult to listen as she watched her hands being locked into manacles in horror, too surprised to even think about struggling.  She'd only just begun to test them and try to pull free when she felt her jeans and pants being pulled down, leaving her exposed to the room.<br/><br/>She tried to stand up and pull her hands from the manacles for a fraction of a second before she felt something land heavily across her bottom.  Too stunned to even try to guess what it was she could only gasp in shock.  "Miss Cynthia " she started to say, not sure how she'd finish, but was cut off when another blow landed between her slightly spread buttocks, stinging the tops of her thighs.  "Please" she gasped, probably too quiet to be heard as another blow landed across her thighs, spreading a sharp pain right through her body as it stung her lip.<br/><br/>She could hear a confusion of noises in the background:  Effie shouting something, a male voice, Cynthia's voice; all of it drowned out by her sobs.  She shifted position, trying to hide herself, somehow, from the room but the movement caused a little friction on her swollen lips and she was forced to stay still as she felt vomit rise in her throat.<br/><br/>She choked it down and tried to listen to what was going on again.  Her teacher was in the room.  She tried to close her legs, fearful of what was coming, but the pressure sent another ripple of pain through her sex and she was forced to keep her legs as far apart as she could, whimpering with the pain.<br/><br/>"Please" she sobbed in the lull "I wont smoke again.  Please"