Seconds later her other leg was tied, and again the size of thebed meant that he legs were stretched wide. Anothermember of the gang, who had been sea...ching Helen's cupboards came over with apiece of cloth, which Helen recognised as a pair ofher panties, and forcing her mouth open, stuffed them in, gagging the girl, andholding it in place with yet another of her own stockings. Helen realised, now, that she cold not do anything to protectherself, and the tears, until now held back, began to flow. “Is that a good ‘wow’, or a bad ‘wow’?” I glanced up at her, and then looked again at her picture. “It’s an incredible wow, as in amazing, glorious, unbelievably incredible wow! This is just beautiful…I mean, you’re always beautiful, but this just captures it like…” I paused, momentarily at a loss for words. “It’s like the camera loves you, like it’s just been sitting there on a tripod or something for years, waiting and praying for you to come along.” She laughed again. “So you like it?” “Like. Rosie beamed at me. Both girls got a well deserved round of applause and were helped back to their seats.The Head then motioned to the wings and a curtain was drawn back. Gasps from the audience of girls.The caning bench had already been set up and adjusted to the correct height. A sturdy wooden bench, waist high.Topped with padded leather which had seen the sweat of many girl's tummies. Bolted firmly to the floor.On the floor, where the girls hands would be, two rings solidly fastened. Along the walls there were small torches, spaced out a couple of feet between each of them. They had a dull, black iron design that looked medieval and out of place in the room. The torches themselves were only two feet long, kind of like the one on the Statue of Liberty, but with a more angular looking spikes on the base. What was unique was the forearm and hand made of black iron holding each torch.The torches were not lit, which was disconcerting, as it added a more ominous tone to the room..