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.  It was certainly not what she had been expecting, and it all looked completely out of place in the office.  Her eyes quickly scanned across the various items of equipment - most of which she could not comprehend at all.  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.  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.  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.  "Surely not", she thought to  herself, "corporal punishment is banned".