Before Effie knew what was happening, Miss Rogers had quickly come over to her and lashed two leather straps around the end of her wrists, effectively pinning them to the stout wooden frame of the cross.  She was about to protest, when she felt her legs being roughly spread apart before similar straps were fastened around her ankles, pulling her body into a tight spreadeagle position.  A wide belt was then fastened around her waist, and then another around her neck, pinioning her head back and upwards.<br/><br/>Effie immediately panicked and began to struggle furiously, only to find that the straps had been fastened ferociously tight, and even tiny movements caused the inflexible leather to bite painfully into her flesh.  The belt around her neck was similarly tight, tugging uncomfortably across her windpipe.<br/><br/>“Please Miss Rogers”, she spluttered.  “Please let me go”.<br/><br/>Miss Rogers just turned to her, flashed a smile, and said, "<em>Now, don't go away, dear. I'll be right back</em>."<br/><br/>Effie could only watch helplessly as the Deputy Headmistress walked over to her desk and then returned carrying a large pair of scissors and a strange looking black box.  Effie tried to shake her head, but the strap around her neck bit harder into her throat causing a large drool of saliva to erupt from her throat.<br/><br/>She could not see properly what was happening as her head was held back, but she saw a flash of light off the gleaming stainless steel scissors, and then heard a ripping noise beneath her as her pleated school skirt was severed upwards, until the blades snapped through the waistband and the remnants of the material was tugged away.  Her tie was dragged off, and the scissors used to slice the buttons off her white school shirt before the sleeves were shredded, and it too was pulled away.  Effie hung, strapped to the cross, dressed only in a thin white vest, her white cotton panties, her knee socks and shoes.<br/><br/>The socks and shoes were quickly stripped away. Effie barely dared breathe as the cold steel of the scissors touched her tummy, and the lower blade was slid beneath her vest, before it sliced upwards, moving between her tiny breasts and tearing the garment apart.  Two quick cuts and her panties were dragged from between her legs.<br/><br/>“Ohhh God no…please”, she tried to wail, her voice flustering with fear.<br/><br/>She tried desperately to pull against the straps but they moved barely a millimeter.  She began to become hysterical, aware that her naked body was openly displayed in front of both Miss Rogers and Mr. Nailor.  “Noooo, please”, she began to scream and sob.  Then she felt hands upon her – she couldn’t look down, but she could sense the fingernails as they trailed up her inner thighs, across her tummy, and began to circle around the smooth flesh of her breasts.  Her head thrashed about, flapping her pigtails from side to side, rasping the tight leather strap across her throat.<br/>