Effie cowered in her chair as Miss Rogers turned and barked angrily at her. "You are in<em>big </em>trouble young lady!" she said, her face glowering with contempt.  The previous warm and comforting demeanor of the Deputy Headmistress appeared to have completely vanished, as she strode over to the door, unlocked it, and let in a tall man.  Effie had not seen him before, but assumed him to be one of the teachers, as Miss Rogers greeted him as he entered<br/><br/>Effie’s face flushed with embarrassment for poor Gemma as Mr Nailor walked across the room.  Effie had of course seen naked girls in her dorm and in the showers many times before, but not in the manner in which poor Gemma now lay.  Bent sharply at the waist, with her ankles widely spread apart, the intimate area directly between her legs was lewdly on display.  Effie winced at the sight of the three angry, red stripes that lay patterned across Gemma’s cheeks, her mind unable to imagine how that must have hurt.<br/><br/>She sat nervously with her legs closely together, her bare knees knocking against each other as she overheard the conversation between the two teachers.<br/><br/>“A light punishment ….seven more strokes”, she thought, as she trembled with fear. What sort of a school was this?  How could they do this?<br/><br/>Effie could only watch with increasing trepidation as the teacher picked up the vicious looking crop and trailed it across Gemma’s naked cheeks, caressing the welts that already existed, and the intimate folds between her legs.<br/>