Celia watched the girl struggle and smiled. They often did, the first time in the frame. "Effie, darling, the more you fight, the worse it gets. You must say very, very still." Her body was pressed close against Effie's, her finger and thumb twisting the girl's soft, pink nipples. She moved her face close and Effie started thrashing her head from side to side.<br/><br/>That made Celia cross. The silly girl was going to mark that pretty little neck of hers and make it all bloody and sore and then she'd not willingly put a collar on. Celia stepped back and slapped Effie hard across the cheek. "Stop it!" She ordered. "Keep still, stop whining, and behave like a big girl not a three year old! Do as I tell you, or your punishment will be far worse."<br/><br/>She paused, then, to see if Effie would do as she was told.