Effie’s attention was thankfully drawn away from the sight of poor Gemma’ predicament as Miss Rogers walked across the room to sit on the edge of her desk.  Effie’s eyes cautiously followed the Deputy Headmistress, as she sat perched on the very edge of her chair, nervously biting her lower lip.   She tried desperately to focus her mind on something else, but could not suppress a tiny squeal as she heard the first swish of the crop run through the air, followed momentarily by a loud smack as the thin leather hit the bare flesh of her fellow student. She willed herself not to turn around, and instead looked up at Miss Rogers as her reprimand began.<br/><br/>In all her years at school, Effie had never so much as had a single detention given to her – she had always been regarded as a model student – and despite the circumstances that had led to her earlier protesting and directly disobeying a teacher’s instructions, her years of upbringing forced her to consider herself to be in the wrong.  As Miss Rogers spoke, Effie could only clasp her bare knees with her hands and nod apologetically.<br/><br/>Her hand shaking she took the set of school rules that was preferred to her, and scanned down the page.  Her eyes widened as she read – the rules were like nothing she had seen before.  “What kind of school is this”, she puzzled to herself.<br/><br/>As she read, she noticed Miss Rogers pull up a chair alongside her own.  Almost surreptitiously, she felt the teachers hand on the bare flesh of her thigh just above her right knee – but seconds later she felt her thigh being softly fondled, the hand stroking back and forth slowly edging beneath the pleated hem of her skirt.  Effie’s body froze, as she dared not say a word.<br/><br/>Miss Rogers continued:<br/><br/><em>“…..a special school for especially troublesome students”<br/><br/>“You, it seems, were sent here by your father's creditors to receive special instruction”</em><br/><br/>Effie shook her head in disbelief.  She had been sent her by her father’s creditors.  That was impossible.  “If they knew what was happening there would be an outrage”, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Miss Rogers just giggled at her.<br/><br/>“M..m..iss, please”, Effie stuttered.  “I think there has been some mistake – my father would not agree to this”, she continued.  “I’m sorry I disobeyed you nbefore, but I’m sure if you contact the creditors they will tell you all of this is wrong”.<br/><br/>There was another thunderous crack behind her, as Effie heard the crop once again land onto bare flesh.  A tear rolled out of the corner of one eye.<br/>