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.