Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office
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				Title: <strong>Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 23:11:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://www.aip.org/history/einstein/images/ae79.jpg)</div> Celia's office in the maths block looked an awful lot like the classic photo of Albert Einstein's office taken right after his death. The desk was cluttered with papers, the chalkboard on the wall was covered with equations, some simple, some complex. The chair behind the desk was comfortable and bore the imprint of Celia's ample bottom. There were a couple of other chairs in front of the desk. The main difference between Celia's desk and Einstein's was that Celia's had a computer terminal on it, and somewhere buried under the mounds of paper were a pocket calculator and a telephone.<br><br>The other main difference in the office was that it was divided in two by a curtain. Celia led the two girls in and told Effie to take a seat. She then looked at Gemma with that friendly, toothy grin. "Well. You my girl have to be punished. Effie, I think it will be instructional for you to remain here while the punishment is carried out" She moved to the door, locked it and put the key in the pocket of her jacket.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hayley</strong> on <strong>29-08-2010, 23:40:03</strong>
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				Gemma followed her in, looking more than a little concerned.&nbsp; She glanced tound the office and idly read through the equations on the board.&nbsp; She was by no means the world's greatest mathematician but she was alright.&nbsp; If this was maths assignments or something it might be alright.<br><br>She was snapped out of her thoughts when she realised the Deputy Head had locked the door.&nbsp; She tried in vain to think of a decent reason for doing that, and previous nerves came flooding back.<br><br>"Errrm" she mumbled, chewing her bottom lip.&nbsp; "I'm really sorry.&nbsp; It was just one last one.&nbsp; I'd forgotten they weren't allowed."&nbsp; Damn, why was she such an awful liar.&nbsp; <em>I'd forgotten</em> - that had to be the lamest excuse ever.&nbsp; She resolved to shut up and not make this worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 21:18:05</strong>
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				Effie stared around the office, and lookied at the equations on the blackboard.&nbsp; "Gosh - that looks complicated", she thought to herself.&nbsp; Then she was aware that Miss Rogers had locked the office door.&nbsp; "What has she done that", she wondered, casting a furtive glance over to Gemma who was also looking slightly pensive.<br><br>Effie wondered about speaking up for Gemma - maybe pleading that it was their first day and they didn't properly know the rules.&nbsp; But despite Miss Rogers kindly face, Effie thought that maybe she would not be condusive to such discusisons, and she may end up in trouble herself.&nbsp; She resolved that if Gemma was given lines to do, then she would help her out - it was something that friends had done at her old school.<br><br>"Effie, I think it will be instructional for you to remain here while the punishment is carried out", she heard Miss Rogers say.&nbsp; Effie shuffled uncomfortably, chewing on the end of a pigtail - she did not feel at all comfortable about this.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>30-08-2010, 22:10:33</strong>
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				Celia Rogers chuckled softly at the obvious discomfort in both students. She smiled in a warm and friendly way at Gemma. "I know, dear. It was just a lapse, that's all. That's why you are to receive a light punishment. After all, it is your first day, and you did hand over <em>all</em> your cigarettes, didn't you? Of course, if I were to discover later that you had another pack concealed in, say, your back pack, then I might have to inform Mistress Shaw, and believe me, her punishments are a lot worse than mine".<br><br>She smiled a mysterious smile as she said these last words. She knew full well from her own experience how enjoyable Mistress' punishments could be.<br><br>"Effie, dear, you must remain seated and remain silent while Gemma is being punished. If you don't then you will be punished too."<br><br>She placed a friendly hand on Gemma's shoulder and drew her towards the curtain. She pulled it back to reveal an area that was more like a cross between a gymnasium and a carpenter's workshop than a maths teacher's office. Her grip on Gemma tightened. "Do as you are told, dear and it will be over very quickly." She said, her tone was still light and friendly, but now, suddenly there was a certain hardness beneath the surface. She led Gemma towards an item that looked remarkably like a very low vaulting horse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hayley</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 01:02:35</strong>
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				Gemma was more puzzled than anything else.&nbsp; First the 'remain silent' warning to Effie and now this?&nbsp; She looked curiously at the various equipment and the back to the Deputy Head, her puzzled frown obvious.&nbsp; Catching the tone in her voice though she didn't voice the question and just allowed herself to be lead over there.<br><br>She stood by the vaulting horse, clearly not sure what to do next and glanced over at Effie, trying to see if the other girl knew by the expression on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 01:36:22</strong>
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				Celia was enjoying herself immensely. She chuckled as she squatted down and quickly locked both Gemma's feet into the metal cuffs at the base of the horse. BY the time Gemma realised what she was doing it was too late.<br><br>"Now dear, you will bend over the horse and reach down so that I can lock your wrists in place too." She paused and then spoke before the inevitable protest. "If you don't do as you are told, I shall be forced to increase your punishment, and to inform the headmistress."<br><br>While she waited for Gemma to realise that she had no choice but to obey, she stepped over to a small wooden cabinet on one wall, beside a large contraption made of two planks of wood in the shape of a large X, with various straps and buckles on it. The cabinet contained a variety of items, some looking like miniature woodworking vices, some of those having chains or small weights dangling from them. Most of the items were clearly recognisable as a variety of riding crops and soft leather whips, many of which had more than one lash. Some had knots tied in the lashes and some had cruel looking metal spikes in the knots.<br><br>Celia selected a short riding crop, and flexed it, then rested her booted foot on a small three legged stool that seemed to have a fourth leg pointing straight up from the middle. Suddenly, with the leather collar around her own neck shining in the sunlight coming through the window, she didn't look quite so cute and cuddly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 09:46:08</strong>
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				Effie obediently took a seat just adjacent to the sectioned-off area, but could barely supress a gasp as Miss Rogers drew the curtain back.&nbsp; It was certainly not what she had been expecting, and it all looked completely out of place in the office.&nbsp; Her eyes quickly scanned across the various items of equipment - most of which she could not comprehend at all.&nbsp; She watched as Miss Rogers led Gemma to what looked to be a vaulting horse - she had seen and used one in the gym many times before - but this one seemed to be covered in gleaming black leather, and had a variety of odd looking attachments.&nbsp; Effie could sense Gemma's apprehension, and noticed her furtive glance as Miss Rogers drew her closer.<br><br>Effie's initial surprise turned to outright horror as she watched Miss Rogers first lock Gemma's ankles wide apart, and then walk to a wooden cabinet where she picked out what looked like a crop that a rider might use on a horse.&nbsp; Walking back towards Gemma, the expression on Mis Roger's face now looked anything other than welcoming and friendly.<br><br>Effie squirmed in her seat, nervously flicking a pigtail as it dawned on her what was about to happen.&nbsp; "Surely not", she thought to&nbsp; herself, "corporal punishment is banned".&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hayley</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 22:26:17</strong>
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				Before she even knew it her feet were locked in place and she was being told to let her hands be as well.&nbsp; She craned round to try to see what Celia was doing behind her but couldn't get an angle.<br><br>"Look,"&nbsp; she said when she heard a cupboard open and close behind her.&nbsp; "Look, it's all good.&nbsp; I'm not certain what you think is going to happen here, but you must realise I'm going to tell Lady Shaw, the police and the press.&nbsp; Maybe not in that order.&nbsp; Why don't you just let me go, I'll say nothing and Effie will say nothing."&nbsp; Though she tried to bluff it there was clear panic in her voice and instead of bending over she continued to try to twist enough to see what was happening behind her, with no success.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:39:52</strong>
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				Celia sighed. It was always like this on the first day.<br><br>As she forced Gemma to bend over the horse, with surprising strength for one son small, and locked her wrists in the other set of manacles, she explained. "Well, first of all, the chief of the local police force is on our board of directors". She quickly and efficiently uncovered Gemma's bottom, leaving her sex clearly exposed. "Secondly, your mobile phone will be confiscated, and the only outside line is in Mistress Shaw's office. And lastly..." The riding crop swished through the air and landed with a thwack across Gemma's buttocks, "I have already mentioned, have I not, tha Mistress Shaw's punishments are far worse than mine. Although I can assure you that after a while they can become rather enjoyable. Effie, I would like you to count the strokes aloud please. Start from two..." The second stroke landed vertically between gemma's buttocks. A third cut at the crease where her buttocks met her thighs, both the latter striking the lips of her sex.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:45:31</strong>
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				Richard had been pulled aside by one of the students after the initial meeting and had lost track of his new charge. He had only managed to catch a glimpse of her as she was lead away by one of the other teachers - Celia - and he quickly hurried after. He hadn't seen what she had done to draw the attention of Celia but knew it wouldn't be good (at least, not for Gemma) but he didn't want to miss out.<br><br>He quickly arrives outside Celias door and knocks on it three times. "Celia? Its Richard." He calls out, wondering what (if anything) he was interrupting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:56:09</strong>
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				Effie stared dumbfounded as she watched Gemma's arms being pulled over the horse, and her wrists attached to the far side.&nbsp; Her eyes widened further as Miss Rogers then unclothed her, leaving her bare buttocks exposed to the world.<br><br>Effie jumped off her seat as the first crack of the crop landed across Gemma's exposed bottom cheeks, leaving an angry red weal.&nbsp; <br><br>"Effie, I would like you to count the strokes aloud please. Start from two...", she heard Miss Rogers say.&nbsp; But she could only stare with complete bewilderment.&nbsp; <br><br>The strokes continued to land, the crop making a fearful swishing noise through the air.<br><br>"No Miss..please..stop", Effie blurted, her hands half covering her eyes.&nbsp; "Please...this is not right...it's not allowed", she said, her eyes wide with fright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 00:44:03</strong>
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				"Elisabeth Taylor-Wilkinson, did you not hear what I just told you? Now sit..." At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Richard announced his presence. "One moment Richard..." She glared at Effie. "You are in <em>big</em> trouble young lady!"<br><br>She quickly unlocked the door and let Richard in, locking it again behind him. "Mr Nailor, I regret to inform you that I caught Gemma smoking on campus. As it is the first day, and she was good enough to hand over the cigarettes and her lighter, I agreed to a light punishment. As you can see, she had had three strokes so far. Of course she is your student, and her punishment is now up to you, but I would recommend another seven strokes to the behind, and not informing the Headmistress."<br><br>She chuckled. "Of course, Miss Stephens has offered to tell Mistress herself. I have advised her that this would be most unwise. As deputy head, I also advise that once punishment is complete, that you take her back to your office and confiscate any communication devices she may be carrying."<br><br>She smiled at Richard, and then kissed him lightly on the cheek, and handed him the crop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 01:04:39</strong>
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				Richard was allowed entry and was greeted by the sight of his new charges exposed ass and pussy as she lay bent over the horse. For a moment, he thought he was back on the set of a BDSM-porn-shoot and felt his arousal start to stir slightly at the prospect of taking Gemma from behind. Celias words quickly brought him back to the present and he nods his head. That would explain why he had seen Gemma walking off with Celia and her other student, whom Richard quickly glanced over. The poor girl looked terrified and he quickly offers her a reassuring glance.<br><br>He places his hand on Celias hip as she leans in and kisses him. Celia was certainly a powerful woman in her own right and Richard had wondered what she'd be like in bed. Her office certainly spoke of some certain kinks that she enjoyed. Perhaps he'd be able to find out later, with or without their students involved. He takes the riding crop in hand and moves over to Gemma. <br><br>"Naught, naughty girl." He muses, sliding the riding crop over her exposed ass, trailing over her pussy gently. "Breaking the rules on the first day. You're lucky Miss. Rogers caught you and not certain other people. Smoking on the first day." The only thing he wanted her smoking was going to be his cock. She'd learn that soon enough.<br><br>"Seven, you say?" He calls louder, turning his head to look at Celia. "Seven it'll be."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 12:37:35</strong>
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				Effie cowered in her chair as Miss Rogers turned and barked angrily at her. "You are in <em>big </em> trouble young lady!" she said, her face glowering with contempt.&nbsp; The previous warm and comforting demeanor of the Deputy Headmistress appeared to have completely vanished, as she strode over to the door, unlocked it, and let in a tall man.&nbsp; Effie had not seen him before, but assumed him to be one of the teachers, as Miss Rogers greeted him as he entered<br><br>Effie’s face flushed with embarrassment for poor Gemma as Mr Nailor walked across the room.&nbsp; Effie had of course seen naked girls in her dorm and in the showers many times before, but not in the manner in which poor Gemma now lay.&nbsp; Bent sharply at the waist, with her ankles widely spread apart, the intimate area directly between her legs was lewdly on display.&nbsp; Effie winced at the sight of the three angry, red stripes that lay patterned across Gemma’s cheeks, her mind unable to imagine how that must have hurt.<br><br>She sat nervously with her legs closely together, her bare knees knocking against each other as she overheard the conversation between the two teachers.<br><br>“A light punishment ….seven more strokes”, she thought, as she trembled with fear. What sort of a school was this?&nbsp; How could they do this?<br><br>Effie could only watch with increasing trepidation as the teacher picked up the vicious looking crop and trailed it across Gemma’s naked cheeks, caressing the welts that already existed, and the intimate folds between her legs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hayley</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 00:45:51</strong>
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				(Aargh, sorry.&nbsp; Wasn't able to get online last night)<br><br>Before she even knew what had happened Gemma found herself being forced downwards by the Deputy Head's freakishly strong arms.&nbsp; She was talking about something but Gemma was finding it difficult to listen as she watched her hands being locked into manacles in horror, too surprised to even think about struggling.&nbsp; She'd only just begun to test them and try to pull free when she felt her jeans and pants being pulled down, leaving her exposed to the room.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried to stand up and pull her hands from the manacles for a fraction of a second before she felt something land heavily across her bottom.&nbsp; Too stunned to even try to guess what it was she could only gasp in shock.&nbsp; "Miss Cynthia " she started to say, not sure how she'd finish, but was cut off when another blow landed between her slightly spread buttocks, stinging the tops of her thighs.&nbsp; "Please" she gasped, probably too quiet to be heard as another blow landed across her thighs, spreading a sharp pain right through her body as it stung her lip.<br><br>She could hear a confusion of noises in the background:&nbsp; Effie shouting something, a male voice, Cynthia's voice; all of it drowned out by her sobs.&nbsp; She shifted position, trying to hide herself, somehow, from the room but the movement caused a little friction on her swollen lips and she was forced to stay still as she felt vomit rise in her throat.<br><br>She choked it down and tried to listen to what was going on again.&nbsp; Her teacher was in the room.&nbsp; She tried to close her legs, fearful of what was coming, but the pressure sent another ripple of pain through her sex and she was forced to keep her legs as far apart as she could, whimpering with the pain.<br><br>"Please" she sobbed in the lull "I wont smoke again.&nbsp; Please"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 16:46:12</strong>
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				Celia turned away from the punishment being meted out. Sure, she was entertained by the idea of watching Richard give Gemma her remaining seven lashes, but she had more important things to do.<br><br>She moved a stack of papers and perched casually on the edge of her desk. Richard himself held no real interest for her, other than as a work colleague she enjoyed teasing occasionally. She tolerated his hands, purely because she knew that if she told Mistress he'd been groping her and asked permission, it would be <em>him</em> spread-eagled on the punishment rack...<br><br>But her main concern right now was her own undisciplined student. Her smile was back, although it was somewhat harder. "Effie dear, you disobeyed a direct instruction from a teacher, your personal tutor, and worst, the deputy head. That in itself is a punishable offence. The fact that you seem to think that <em>you</em> have a better idea of what is right than those placed in authority over you is also a punishable offence."<br><br>She rummaged through the papers on her desk and found two copies of the school rules. "Here. Read this, sign one copy to say you've read and understood, keep the other copy yourself." As Effie read, and Richard punished Gemma, she sat dwn in the other chair next to the girl and gently fondled her knee.<br><br>"Honey, you are probably wondering about this school. Well, we are a special school for especially troublesome students. Some are sent here because they are unmanageable. Others are sent here for special training. You, it seems, were sent here by your father's creditors to receive special instruction. Once you have achieved&nbsp; a satisfactory level of performance in this, you will be returned to them."<br><br>She giggled softly at the expression on Effie's face. "Oh, you poor naive child. There are many. many ways of paying debts, and there people and places to whom the law does not apply. Including this school!!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 18:35:42</strong>
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				Effie’s attention was thankfully drawn away from the sight of poor Gemma’ predicament as Miss Rogers walked across the room to sit on the edge of her desk.&nbsp; Effie’s eyes cautiously followed the Deputy Headmistress, as she sat perched on the very edge of her chair, nervously biting her lower lip.&nbsp; &nbsp;She tried desperately to focus her mind on something else, but could not suppress a tiny squeal as she heard the first swish of the crop run through the air, followed momentarily by a loud smack as the thin leather hit the bare flesh of her fellow student. She willed herself not to turn around, and instead looked up at Miss Rogers as her reprimand began.<br><br>In all her years at school, Effie had never so much as had a single detention given to her – she had always been regarded as a model student – and despite the circumstances that had led to her earlier protesting and directly disobeying a teacher’s instructions, her years of upbringing forced her to consider herself to be in the wrong.&nbsp; As Miss Rogers spoke, Effie could only clasp her bare knees with her hands and nod apologetically.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand shaking she took the set of school rules that was preferred to her, and scanned down the page.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as she read – the rules were like nothing she had seen before.&nbsp; “What kind of school is this”, she puzzled to herself. <br><br>As she read, she noticed Miss Rogers pull up a chair alongside her own.&nbsp; Almost surreptitiously, she felt the teachers hand on the bare flesh of her thigh just above her right knee – but seconds later she felt her thigh being softly fondled, the hand stroking back and forth slowly edging beneath the pleated hem of her skirt.&nbsp; Effie’s body froze, as she dared not say a word.<br><br>Miss Rogers continued:<br><br><em>“…..a special school for especially troublesome students”<br><br>“You, it seems, were sent here by your father's creditors to receive special instruction”</em><br><br>Effie shook her head in disbelief.&nbsp; She had been sent her by her father’s creditors.&nbsp; That was impossible.&nbsp; “If they knew what was happening there would be an outrage”, she thought to herself. <br><br>Miss Rogers just giggled at her.<br><br>“M..m..iss, please”, Effie stuttered.&nbsp; “I think there has been some mistake – my father would not agree to this”, she continued.&nbsp; “I’m sorry I disobeyed you nbefore, but I’m sure if you contact the creditors they will tell you all of this is wrong”.<br><br>There was another thunderous crack behind her, as Effie heard the crop once again land onto bare flesh.&nbsp; A tear rolled out of the corner of one eye.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:39:53</strong>
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				Celia smiled in a kindly way at the girl. "No, dear, no mistake. You are to be trained to be..." She paused, rummaged on her desk for the girl's file that she had carelessly left amongst the stack of other papers. "...Ah, yes, trained to be a compliant and willing servant to those who would wish to use you. Your father had no choice in the matter, he is currently in prison for fraud. Unfortunately, those he took money from were among the people I mentioned - those who are above the law."<br><br>She glanced over at Gemma, enjoying the site of the girl's reddening bottom. "She is actually lucky, in a way. As you read, this is a first offence, and she has already sworn never to smoke again. You, on the other hand, are not so lucky. I'm sure you have read there that I am permitted to enforce any punishment I wish so long as it is non-sexual in nature. Now, I think an appropriate punishment for you my dear would be a permanent reminder that you do not know better than those set over you".<br><br>She spoke softly, in a friendly and kind voice, wrapping an arm around her student. Her other hand slid between the girl's thighs, and gently stroked against her&nbsp; panties. "You must decide the wording of this reminder. I want you to write the words up here." Celia jumped up and moved behind her desk, grabbed a board rubber and cleared a space on the board attached to the wall there. "A simple phrase that will remind you that there are people over you who know better than you.".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 21:49:57</strong>
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				Richard removed the riding crop from where it pressed against the bound girls sex, only to slap it down over her bared cheeks. He rests his other hand on the small of her back even though she was bound down to the horse. "Of course you won't smoke again." He adds softly, slapping the crop down onto her ass again. A flick of his wrist at the last moment brought the crop to slap painfully against her exposed ass.<br><br>"This punishment will serve to remind you of that rule every time you feel the urge to smoke a cigarette." He rubs the tip over her ass once more before slapping down for a third time. Only four more to go. "Gemma." SLAP! "You have many things to learn here. Hopefully I will be able to teach them to you and such instances as these," SLAP! Only two more slaps now, but his hand rubs over her reddening ass again, finger tips trailing ever so close to her pussy lips. "Your education is only just beginning - this is a rather light punishment compared to what Miss Rogers might normally dish out." SLAP!<br><br>"Now, I hope this is a wake up call to you and how things are run here. Say, 'Yes, I understand, Master Nailor.'" He waits, riding crop raised, poised for the very last slap of punishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 22:34:59</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; “A servant – wasn’t that what maids in her parent’s house had been?” she thought.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “What have I always been taught” she thought, trying to pull herself together.&nbsp; 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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 22:54:38</strong>
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				Celia nodded. "Very good. But what if someone in a position of authority is actually younger than you?" She took the chalk and wrote "and betters" after it. <br><br>She then considered this. "And what if you are ordered to do something you don't agree with? Would you respectfully decline to obey?" She added the words "and obey" above "respect my", and a ^ beneath them. The statement now read "I must respect and obey my elders and betters".<br><br>Celia turned to Effie and, with a gentle touch to the girl's cheek, said "There. Do you agree with that, or should it be amended further?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:00:17</strong>
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				Effie looked up at the amended words.&nbsp; Nothing there contradicted all she had been taught throughout her entire school life.<br><br>Biting her lip with apprehension she nodded “I agree Miss Rogers”.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:35:40</strong>
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				Miss Rogers nodded. "Very good." She took Effie by the hand and led her past where Richard was still punishing Gemma. Against one wall of the room was a structure made from two woden planks in the shape of an X. At the top and bottom of the X were leather straps, and another longer strap was attached where the planks crossed.<br><br>A metal bar crossed the upper part of the X and final leather strap hung from it, on a vertical track that allowed it's height to be adjusted.<br><br>"Stand against the X and rais your atms, please, Effie?" Celia asked politely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 10:45:57</strong>
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				Effie found herself led by the hand back into the area of the office that had previously been curtained off.&nbsp; As she was gently pulled along, she did her best to avert her eyes from looking at Gemma who was still splayed across the leather horse in the most obscene and humiliating manner, while Mr. Nailor continued to flail the crop in a merciless fashion.<br><br>Effie gazed around at the various items in the room – some of them looked like weird pieces of furniture – chairs and the like, but with odd attachments – but others she could barely comprehend as to what they could be used for.&nbsp; She found herself backed up against one such item of furniture – a large wooden cross that had been turned on its side in the shape of an “X”, and ordered by Miss Rogers to raise her arms.<br><br>For an instant, Effie hesitated, a growing apprehension forming in her mind.&nbsp; But she knew she was already in trouble, and despite the strange circumstances, she reasoned that this was a teacher that was instructing her, and she had only moments ago promised to obey her elders and betters.<br><br>Trembling slightly, Effie slowly raised her arms upwards so that her hands touched the wooden beams that projected outwards.&nbsp; She waited nervously, aware that with her arms held so high, the hem of her pleated skirt had been raised precariously high so that it now barely covered the very tops of her thighs.&nbsp; She gulped and bit her lip.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:16:41</strong>
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				Celia nodded as the girl obeyed her after a moment's hesitation.A moment's hesitation was allowable. She quickly fastened the straps around Effie's wrists, waist, neck and ankles. "There we are. Comfy?" The straps were not padded and she had fastened them very tightly, so that any struggling would cause the leather to bite into exposed flesh. "Now, don't go away, dear. I'll be right back."<br><br>She moved back to her desk and opened the top drawer, taking out a long pair of scissors, then she unlocked the bottom drawer and removed a small black plastic case about 8" by 6" by 2". She came back to Effie, setting the case aside for now.<br><br>It was the scissors she weilded first, cutting away the girl's old school uniform. "You won't be wearing these clothes again anyway, dear. We will provide you with a uniform more appropriate to your status in this school."<br><br>Finally, she had Effie stark naked. She remembered, this time, to remove the girl's shoes and socks, casting them onto the pile of ruined clothing. She paused to admire her student, then began to run her hands over the girl's body. "And before you say anything, this isn't your punishment. I'm simply taking advantage of your helpless situation, my dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:46:39</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A wide belt was then fastened around her waist, and then another around her neck, pinioning her head back and upwards.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; The belt around her neck was similarly tight, tugging uncomfortably across her windpipe.<br><br>“Please Miss Rogers”, she spluttered.&nbsp; “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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Effie hung, strapped to the cross, dressed only in a thin white vest, her white cotton panties, her knee socks and shoes.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She began to become hysterical, aware that her naked body was openly displayed in front of both Miss Rogers and Mr. Nailor.&nbsp; “Noooo, please”, she began to scream and sob.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Her head thrashed about, flapping her pigtails from side to side, rasping the tight leather strap across her throat.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 21:02:14</strong>
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				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. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 22:37:17</strong>
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				Effie’s body trembled with fear as she tried desperately to release herself from the tight constraints of the straps.&nbsp; Miss Rogers pressed her body close to her, her face only inches away, as the teacher’s hands continued to run over her naked, tautly stretched body.&nbsp; Effie jerked as fingers found her nipples, first circling around the bases, and then stroking and squeezing them until they stiffened into dark pink nubs, sending previously undiscovered sensations of arousal through her body. <br><br>Total panic began to take over her – she was sure she was being strangled – was about to be violated.&nbsp; She became hysterical, her thrashing and screaming becoming wilder and louder.<br><br><em><strong>“Crack”</strong></em> <br><br>The force of the slap across her cheek literally took her breath away, shocking her out of her hysteria.&nbsp; As the sting of the blow flooded across her cheek, she began to sob, tears flooding down her cheeks, as Miss Rogers continued to bellow at her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 23:46:48</strong>
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				Celia was pretty disgusted. The little brat was whining and blubbering now. She sighed. "Fine. As an extra punishment for acting like a whiny little baby, you can stay there until you grow up." She looked back at Richard, who was just finishing off punishing Gemma. "I do so hate it when they blub like that. I never blub like that when Mistress punishes me!" She giggled and pinched his behind playfully, before moving to sit at her desk.<br><br>A stack of Calculus assignments was waiting to be marked. She went through them, putting appropriate comments. "Oh Nora Flemming, you naughty girl." She chuckled. Nora was one of her star pupils and knew all the right answers, and yet in every fourth question there was a deliberate mistake. Celia took her red pen and wrote <em>A+ Deliberate mistakes ignored. See me after class for punishment.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 22:14:12</strong>
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				Effie hung helplessly from the wooden cross as she watched Miss Rogers walk back to her desk.&nbsp; Over the past minutes, the tightness of the straps had begun to take their toll as her body sagged every so slightly, pulling the taut, thin leather into the flesh of her wrists and ankles.&nbsp; It also caused the strap around her neck to slide up a little so that felt she was being strangled.&nbsp; She tried desperately for the hundredth time to wriggle out of the bonds but conceded it was useless.<br><br>Effie could barely comprehend her predicament.&nbsp; Less than a day ago she had been a well-respected student at one of the top schools in the country – and now she had been stripped naked and strapped to a cross – “What sort of punishment was this”, she wondered to herself – “and what sort of school is this?”<br><br>As Miss Rogers walked away, Effie’s eyes crossed to where Gemma was still splayed across the horse, her buttocks now flayed by a criss-cross of angry red welts across each cheek.&nbsp; Effie’s expression froze as Mr.Nailor turned to look at her, his eyes casting over her naked, helpless body.&nbsp; She instinctively moved to pull her legs together to protect her decency, but of course it was impossible, and there was nothing she could do to hide the soft pink folds of her sex.<br><br>She continued to struggle and wail but her strength was quickly being sapped, and she quickly subsided to the gentlest of sobs.&nbsp; She looked across at where Miss Rogers was now working at her desk, giving every impression that she had forgotten about Effie.&nbsp; Panting, and trying to control her breath, she resolved to try to calm down and accept the punishment that had been inflicted on her.&nbsp; She hung her head whimpering very softly and waited for Miss Rogers to come to release her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 11:00:29</strong>
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				((due to the fact that Mistress is planning an assembly, we need to keep things moving. If Haley rejoins, she can post a catch-up post))<br><br>Celia finished marking the assignments and looked up, noticing that the silly girl's awful noises had at last subsided.<br><br>"Finally..."<br><br>She stood up and came back into her detention area, as she called it. "Now, if you will finally stop behaving like a spoiled three year old, and act like a mature eighteen year old who has earned a punishment and is willing to accept it, perhaps we can move on and put this nastiness behind us?"<br><br>She smiled sweetly at Effie, wiping the tears from her cheeks with her thumb, then leaned forward and kissed the girl on her lips, tenderly. "Are you sorry for that little tantrum, and will you behave more like an adult from now on, dear? I need you to think carefully before you answer, because if you are not sorry, I need to know now, so I can let you think about it more.... I will not be lied to, and if I hear of you throwing more tantrums, after you have said you will behave, then your punishment will be more severe."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 14:49:06</strong>
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				After what seemed an eternity, Effie watched as Miss Rogers got up from her desk and walked back over towards her.&nbsp; After berating her once again, Effie felt the teacher put her hand out to wipe away the tears from her cheek, and then planted a kiss directly on her lips.<br><br>Effie considered that being stripped naked and strapped to a wooden cross was rather an excessive punishment for simply having spoken out of turn – a misdemeanour that may have earned 30 minutes detention at her previous school – but she just wanted it to be over, and vowed to herself never to misbehave again.<br><br>“I’m sorry, Miss”, she said softly.&nbsp; “I didn’t mean to misbehave – I won’t do it again.&nbsp; Please let me down and put some clothes on”, she whimpered.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 15:59:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Celia giggled at that. "What? Oh no, dear. You haven't been punished for your disrespect yet. Leaving you hanging here was simply the punishment for behaving like a baby instead of a grown woman! Now as long as you are promising to behave like an adult, I shall treat you as one." She quickly turned away to where she had left the case, and snapped it open. Effie probably wouldn't recognise the electric tattoo pen for what it was. <div class="floatright">(http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00LvETcylIJMzp/Electric-Tattoo-Machine-ZX-1051-.jpg)</div> Celia quickly plugged it in to a nearby socket, and loaded it with ink. She then loaded a new, sterile needle into the machine. <br><br>One thing that Mistress was very strict on was the student's health, and the rule was one needle per colour per tattoo. She smiled at the girl suspended in front of her. "Now, you must stay as still as possible. This is gong to sting." She pulled over a chair and sat, then turned the machine on, leaning forwards.<br><br>The pen buzzed excitedly in her hand and she touched the needle to Effie's belly. The girl flinched and Celia leaned back and landed a sharp slap on Celia's belly. "Behave. Hold still, unless you want to be hanging there all day!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 19:03:33</strong>
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				Effie’s eyes widened in disbelief as Miss Rogers spoke.&nbsp; If being stripped naked and strapped to a cross wasn’t her punishment, then what would be?&nbsp; She thought of offering a whimpering protest, but the look in the Deputy Headmistress’s eyes suggested that would not be a good idea.<br><br>Effie strained her neck to try to watch what was going on.&nbsp; Miss Rogers picked up the black box and took out what looked like an electric toothbrush, but with the brush part missing.&nbsp; Nervously, she watched as the device was plugged in, and the teacher came to sit directly in front of her naked and suspended body.<br><br><em>Now, you must stay as still as possible. This is gong to sting</em>”, she heard Miss Rogers say.<br><br>Effie winced and whimpered, pulling her hands uselessly at the tight leather straps.&nbsp; “Please Miss…noooo,” she whimpered softly.<br><br>With her neck strapped tightly as it was, Effie was unable to look down properly, and she could only hear a soft buzzing noise.&nbsp; But then something touched the soft flesh of her lower belly – it felt like a bee sting, and she instantly recoiled and let out a tiny shriek.<br><br>A hand immediately slapped across her stomach, adding to her intense discomfort as she began to softly sob and cry again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 20:10:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miss Rogers placed a hand firmly on Effie's belly, and pressed hard, then brought the tattoo pen back up. "Now hold <strong>STILL</strong>" She ordered.<br><br>She moved the pen slowly and carefully across Effie's belly. She's had a fair bit of practice with it over the last few years and was actually getting good enough that she was considering doing an artistic tat on herself. The girl's belly twitched from the sting of the needle, but she held the skin still and taut with her left hand, anticipating the involuntary jerks and twitches. She paused occasionally to wipe away the blood with a clean tissue.<br><br>Doing the tattoo took a while, but when she'd finished, she she sat back and admired her handiwork. "Yes, that will do".<br><br>She popped back into her main office and rummaged for a small hand mirror she kept there for just such occasions. Returning to the snivvling wretch in her X-frame, she held the mirror up. "There. We said that a permanent reminder of your transgression was a fitting punishment, did we not? And you yourself agreed the wording."<br><br>Tattooed indelibly across Effie's belly, in letters a half inch high, between her breasts and belly button, was:<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: monotype corsiva;" class="bbc_font"><strong><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">I must respect and obey<br>my elders and betters</span></strong></span></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 12:10:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Effie continued to whimper softly over the next 30 minutes or so, as the needle played across the naked flesh of her tummy.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She just could not comprehend what was happening.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; There were bright red letters written across her tummy, as if someone had taken a large marker pen to her flesh.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 20:28:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Celia wasn't totally surprised by Effie's reaction. The girl was ever so slightly unstable, that much was clear. She had encountered the type before. Mentally the girl was as sharp as they come, with a mental age well above her physical age. Physically, she had the body of a girl somewhat younger though and this gave her a certain emotional instability. Envy of those women with bigger busts and more hair in intimate places left her feeling inadequate.<br><br>This was a good thing. All Celia needed to do was make it clear that she <em>was</em> inadequate, and that in order to be fulfilled, she would need to be totally subservient.<br><br>She slapped Effie hard across the face. "Stop that foul noise at once. Now, that tattoo is a permanent reminder to you that you are to respect and obey your elders and betters. If you ever feel like disobeying an order to you, or feel like showing a lack of respect, you need only look at your belly."<br><br>She smiled. "Of course, your elders are easy to identify. But who are your betters? Well I think that needs to be your next lesson, dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 23:13:59</strong>
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				Effie heard the crack of the hard slap across her face, almost before she felt it.&nbsp; It was so intense that she could feel the burning imprint of the hand on her left cheek as Miss Rogers stood in front of her, clearly angry and bellowing at her.<br><br>She panted, trying to control her breath and steady her emotions.&nbsp; She hung her head dejectedly, tears softly running down her face, wishing, and wishing, and wishing she were somewhere else.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:16:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Miss Rogers nodded now the girl was quiet again. "That's better. Now, have you been listening to me, dear? I can't stand students that don't listen. If you don't listen when we are in private, how can I expect you to listen in class? Repeat back the the thing I said to you right after I slapped you to get your attention?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 15:58:06</strong>
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				Effie panted, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing, the stinging imprint across her face felt as if her face were glowing and on fire.&nbsp; Miss Rogers stood directly in front of her, the voice firm but now much calmer.<br><br>“<em>Repeat back the thing I said to you right after I slapped you to get your attention?" </em> Effie heard the teacher say.<br><br>For a moment, Efffie’s mind went blank.&nbsp; The hard slap across her face had disorientated her, and she was still in shock from the image of that awful tattoo emblazoned across her stomach.&nbsp; She was about to shake her head in despair and admit she did not know, but the fear of taking such an action somehow dragged a vague recollection of Miss Roger’s words from her subliminal consciousness.&nbsp; Her voice croaked as she struggled to hold back her sobbing.&nbsp; “I need to know who are my betters, Miss”, Effie whispered. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 22:48:50</strong>
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				"Oh good, you were paying attention!" Celia smiled and began unstrapping the girl from the X frame. But before she released the last strap, the one about her waist, she leaned close and placed her lips directly against Effie's "Open your mouth nice and wide, please, dear, and tip your head to one side slightly so I can kiss you deeply".<br><br>If the girl decided to comply, Celia would kiss her passionately, her tongue exploring every nook of the girl's mouth. Of course if Effie declined, then Celia had a plan for that, too: She would simply pinch Effie on her belly, right on the new and unhealed tattoo. That would be painfull enough to make Effie scream and then she would kiss her anyway.<br><br>As she broke the kiss, some moments later, Celia smiled. "Oh wow. I'm going to enjoy breaking you and fucking you silly! You're a great kisser!"<br><br>She stepped back and undid the final strap, catching the student as she fell forward. "Now, Come sit back in my office while I teach you about your betters, dear."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 11:44:34</strong>
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				Effie trembled with relief as she felt the straps across her arms and legs being released.&nbsp; Thankfully, she rubbed the chafed flesh on her wrists, and quickly pulled her legs together in an attempt to protect her modesty.&nbsp; But Effie’s relief was short-lived, as Miss Rogers pressed her face up close to her own and ordered her to open her mouth. Despite all that had transpired over the past hour, Effie could just not do it – it was not right – it shouldn’t happen.&nbsp; Almost involuntarily she shook her head.<br><br>Immediately she felt a jolt of agony flash across her tummy, as the still raw flesh of her tattooed skin was cruelly pinched.&nbsp; As she opened her mouth to scream, fingers were pinched across her nose, and she felt Miss Rogers clamp her lips across her own as a warm, wet tongue pushed itself deep into her mouth.&nbsp; Effie’s arms fluttered uselessly as she tried to pry away, but she was struggling to breathe properly, and could gain no leverage a she was still firmly pinioned to the cross at her waist.&nbsp; The mouth pressed to her own sucked like a vacuum, as the tongue swirled around exploring the inside of her mouth, almost pushing into the very edge of her throat.<br><br>Thankfully, Miss Rogers eventually pulled away, leaving Effie to cough out a large gloop of drool that slid off her chin and onto her naked breasts.&nbsp; As the waist strap was finally released, Effie collapsed forwards towards the floor.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 21:08:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Celia caught Effie and carried the girl back into her office. She placed her on one of the chairs there and smiled at her. "Would you like a drink, dear? I think you could use one. She moved to a small cupboard and pulled out a bottle of water. "Here, drink."<br><br>As Effie drank, Celia rummaged in a draw and pulled out the school's normal girl's uniform. It was all neatly packaged in plastic wrappers. "Here's your new uniform, darling. Put it on, and I'll take you to your dorm. This is part of your first lesson in who is better than you. You need to learn that everyone you meet is better than you. You are the lowest form of scum there is and therefore any order given you by anyone is to be obeyed."<br><br>She said this so sweetly, and so matter of factly, that the meaning of her words was almost lost.<br><br>"Chop-chop, dear. I'm sure your room mate is waiting for you!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 22:38:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Effie gulped down the water, her throat parched from her previous sobbing, and the tight rasping of the strap that had been fastened around her neck.&nbsp; Her heart lightened a little as Miss Rogers opened a draw and pulled out some packages.<br><br>“<em>Here's your new uniform, darling. Put it on, and I'll take you to your dorm</em>”, the Deputy Headmistress said.<br><br>Effie was so desperate to pull on some clothes, she almost grabbed the plastic bags and began tearing at the wrappers, her eyes eagerly searching for a shirt and pleated skirt to cover herself with.&nbsp; But what fell out of the bags was unrecognisable – a mass of white leather, lace and chains fell to the floor.&nbsp; Effie peered down at it, horrified.<br><br>She looked up at Miss Rogers hoping for some recognition that this had all been a dreadful mistake, but it was clear that was not the case.<br><br>"<em>Chop-chop, dear. I'm sure your room mate is waiting for you!" </em> Miss Rogers said.<br><br>Effie picked up the bundle of material unsure what to do with it – she had never seen anything like it in her life.&nbsp; Faced with the opportunity of remaining completely naked, or getting dressed in the weird garb before her, she chose the latter.&nbsp; Gingerly she pulled on the white mesh bodystocking - what she supposed to be a skirt, but was merely a frill of white leather that skirted her bottom cheeks - and a top fabricated from leather and chains, that left her tiny breasts and nipples fully exposed.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 00:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Celia smiled. "Come along then." She led Effie out of her office, and to the lesbian dormitory. "Now remember, dear, everyone is better than you, and you are to obey your betters." she landed a friendly slap on Effie's bottom. "You are to stay in your room here until you are sent for, Rule six, I'm sure you remember."<br><br>And with that, Celia opened the door to Effie and JJ's room and pushed her roughly through it, closing it and locking it behind her.<br><br>She then turned and went thoughtfully back to the private room she shared with Mistress Shaw.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>microskirtgirl</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 10:09:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Effie felt herself being pulled out of Miss Rogers’ office, along a series of corridors, and to the door of what she was told was to be her new dorm.&nbsp; <br><br>"<em>You are to stay in your room here until you are sent for, Rule six, I'm sure you remember</em>," Miss Rogers said, as Effie felt a slap on the skimpy leather skirt that barely covered her bottom.&nbsp; With that, she was pushed inside, before she heard the door lock.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Lady Shaw's College : Celia Rogers' Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 12:00:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A unknown amount of time passed before Shaw entered the office of her slave and the Deputy Head. Scents thickly tainted the air but she paid no mind to it as the room appeared to be quite empty. There was only one more place that the teacher would be generally at this time of night.&nbsp; She made her way to her own quarters whistling quietly as she did so. <br><br>
			</dd>
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