Effie looked for some compassion from the Deputy Headmistress but there was nothing forthcoming in her eyes or her response:<br/><br/>“You are to be trained to be a compliant and willing servant…”<br/><br/>“I am permitted to enforce any punishment I wish…”<br/><br/>“…a permanent reminder that you do not know better than those set over you”.<br/><br/>Effie puzzled over it all.  “A servant – wasn’t that what maids in her parent’s house had been?” she thought.  She hung her low in shame, as Miss Rogers wrapped an arm around her shoulders to comfort her, whilst at the same time beginning to slide the hand that has been resting on her knee much higher up Effie’s leg.  Effie became acutely aware of the fingers tickling up the inside of her thigh, softly stroking the soft flesh, lifting the hem of her skirt higher and higher.  She sat rigid in her chair, desperately trying to squeeze her legs together as she felt the tips of fingers stroke across the edge of her white cotton panties before moving across her the top of her mound and then settling to nestle into the deep crack between her legs.  Effie flushed with embarrassment, desperate to protest, but frightened to speak a word.<br/><br/>"You must decide the wording of this reminder. I want you to write the words up there”, said Miss Rogers, as she cleared a space on the board.<br/><br/>Effie stood nervously, took the pen and stood as if petrified.  “What have I always been taught” she thought, trying to pull herself together.  Silently, she started to write:<br/><br/>“I must respect my elders”, she wrote, and then turned to look towards Miss Rogers for a sign of approval.<br/>