Miss Rogers placed a hand firmly on Effie's belly, and pressed hard, then brought the tattoo pen back up. "Now hold<strong>STILL</strong>" She ordered.<br/><br/>She moved the pen slowly and carefully across Effie's belly. She's had a fair bit of practice with it over the last few years and was actually getting good enough that she was considering doing an artistic tat on herself. The girl's belly twitched from the sting of the needle, but she held the skin still and taut with her left hand, anticipating the involuntary jerks and twitches. She paused occasionally to wipe away the blood with a clean tissue.<br/><br/>Doing the tattoo took a while, but when she'd finished, she she sat back and admired her handiwork. "Yes, that will do".<br/><br/>She popped back into her main office and rummaged for a small hand mirror she kept there for just such occasions. Returning to the snivvling wretch in her X-frame, she held the mirror up. "There. We said that a permanent reminder of your transgression was a fitting punishment, did we not? And you yourself agreed the wording."<br/><br/>Tattooed indelibly across Effie's belly, in letters a half inch high, between her breasts and belly button, was:<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: monotype corsiva;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">I must respect and obey<br/>my elders and betters</span></strong></span></div>