Effie found herself led by the hand back into the area of the office that had previously been curtained off.  As she was gently pulled along, she did her best to avert her eyes from looking at Gemma who was still splayed across the leather horse in the most obscene and humiliating manner, while Mr. Nailor continued to flail the crop in a merciless fashion.<br/><br/>Effie gazed around at the various items in the room – some of them looked like weird pieces of furniture – chairs and the like, but with odd attachments – but others she could barely comprehend as to what they could be used for.  She found herself backed up against one such item of furniture – a large wooden cross that had been turned on its side in the shape of an “X”, and ordered by Miss Rogers to raise her arms.<br/><br/>For an instant, Effie hesitated, a growing apprehension forming in her mind.  But she knew she was already in trouble, and despite the strange circumstances, she reasoned that this was a teacher that was instructing her, and she had only moments ago promised to obey her elders and betters.<br/><br/>Trembling slightly, Effie slowly raised her arms upwards so that her hands touched the wooden beams that projected outwards.  She waited nervously, aware that with her arms held so high, the hem of her pleated skirt had been raised precariously high so that it now barely covered the very tops of her thighs.  She gulped and bit her lip.<br/>