Rogers nodded as the girl approached. She recognised her as one who seemed to think that being slave to a powerful woman made her less formidable. The girl was right to be terrified of her. "Of course, dear. Come here".<br/><br/>She held her arms out and the student hesitated a moment then stepped closer. Celia gathered her into a hug. A tight, bear-hug. Her fingers explored the still healing wounds on the girl's back, some of which went all tbe way to the bone. Celia had flayed the girl within an inch of her life and only Mistress' urgent command to Celia to stop had saved her. She would never again question the value of Celia's submission to Mistress Shaw!<br/><br/>The girl gasped in pain and Celia relented. The girl had been punished, and Celia simply wanted to remind her that punishments at Shaw's were never truly over. But She had learned her lesson. Celia's hands became gentle, her hug tender. "There, there, dear. You go carry out<em>my</em>Mistress' instructions." She could not resist the dig, the possessive pronoun, with a slight emphasis.<br/><br/>She turned to her charges. "Come, my dears, we must wait around here". Other teachers and pupils were arriving now and some were approached by the same student, while others simply followed.<br/><br/>