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have eighteen, and I will invite both the captain and his centurions to assist and observe.”
    On trembling legs, still holding her hands to cover her maiden charms, Edera began to move toward where the emperor sat. He patted his lap, covered in a purple silk robe, impatiently. “You are proving a good girl, Edera, but you must move faster than that if you are to escape the terrible punishments that await my fillies when they are slow to obey me.”
    Edera’s mind could think of nothing but the shame that lay before her along every path. She must choose the one that had the least shame. She tried not to care about the threat of the whip—but to be seen by imperial legionaries as the emperor chastised her… at all costs, she must not let that happen. She tried to move faster, and then she had crossed the ten feet that had separated the line of naked highborn girls from the emperor’s chair.
    Edera had a moment of doubt as to what the emperor desired her to do, but he solved that for her at least: he took her firmly around her waist as she gave a little cry of fear. The emperor pulled her down across his thighs and then, swiftly and with evident skill, he took hold of her bottom and moved her firmly so that her head and arms hung down over his thighs in a terribly ungainly way, her hair cascading around her face, her feet in the air; worst of all, the emperor raised her bottom so that it lay just over his right thigh. His touch made her shudder, and it made her ashamed of the way her body always seemed to betray her and to grow warm when a man touched her even upon the hand. To have him take her little bare bottom in his hand and move her thus made that feeling come upon her ten times more strongly than it ever had before.
    But if she had thought that worst of all, what the emperor did next surpassed every shame Edera had ever felt, or had imagined she ever would feel. He put his right hand, which with a shiver Edera realized now held the strange, short quirt, between her knees, and pushed them apart.
    “N-no!” she cried, but the emperor’s response was merely to spread her knees wider.
    “You other fillies,” he said in a good-humored tone. “Come stand in a line to my right and have a look at the filly who used to be your princess. Her maiden cunt will not long have these lovely curls—nor will those pretty little cunts you fillies are trying so hard to hide. As soon as you reach the stables, the stable master will shave you there.”
    “Wh-what…” said the voice of Melisan. “Oh, no…”
    “Girls,” the emperor said. “I hope that after you have seen me punish the little filly on my lap, you will not be so slow to obey. I assure you, though, that I can use the lap quirt gladly on every one of your pretty bottoms before we put you in the filly wagon for the journey to Maq.”
    Now Edera heard whimpers and sobs, as her ladies-in-waiting surely obeyed and came to stand behind her to see the way Comnar had opened her secret cleft, covered in the soft fur that Edera sometimes naughtily stroked in front of the mirror, admiring how charming she looked.
    Then without warning the emperor began to whip her right on her bare bottom. It was the most painful thing Edera had ever felt, and she screamed in shame and agony from the first blow. Comnar struck her three times with the little horsewhip on her right bottom cheek, and then he said conversationally, “Look at her little rump squirm. I have something for that, too.”
    Edera sobbed, feeling punished for her foolishness so thoroughly that she hoped even Lord Ranin might forgive her. Then she felt something in a place she did not even have a name for, the little place between the globes of her bottom, the little ring there.
    “Wh-what are you… oh, gods…”
    The emperor pushed his finger in there. “Hush, my filly,” he said. “Do you see, ladies of Amidia, the price of disobedience for a filly of my stable?” The feeling was terrible most of all,