Effie continued to whimper softly over the next 30 minutes or so, as the needle played across the naked flesh of her tummy.  With her arms, ankles, waist and neck strapped so tightly to the wooden cross, there was very little she could do to move, and with the added pressure of Miss Rogers hand pushing on her lower chest, she was held as taut as a bowstring.  By the time Miss Rogers had finished it felt as though the flesh between her breast and tummy button had been flayed by nettles.<br/><br/>She had tried desperately to peer down to see what was being done to her, but the neck strap was way too tight, and only allowed minimal movement of her head.  She just could not comprehend what was happening.   Was being pricked with a needle supposed to be her punishment?<br/><br/>With a sigh of relief she realized that Miss Rogers had eventually finished, as she stood up and gazed at Effie for several seconds before walking back to the main office, returning several minutes later.  Effie started to twist her head frantically, her desire to see what was happening overcoming the rasping discomfort of the of the tight, stiff leather belt around her neck.  She saw a flash of something in Miss Roger’s hand, and realising it was a mirror, focused her eyes upon the image reflected in it.<br/><br/>It took a little while for it to dawn on her.  There were bright red letters written across her tummy, as if someone had taken a large marker pen to her flesh.  The image was inverted, and so it took a few seconds for her to decipher it – and then with horror she realized – it was not a marker pen – it was a tattoo.  A permanent, indelible tattoo!!<br/><br/>As she began to take in with sheer terror of what had been done to her, she lost control, her body thrashing and wriggling as far as the excruciatingly tight bondage would allow, her voice screaming and bellowing.<br/><br/>“Ohhhh God noooooooooooooooooooo”, she screamed.<br/>