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because the burning and itching of it also had a measure of a sort of shameful pleasure from which Edera’s heart instinctively shrank away.
    Just as suddenly, the finger left her, and the whip returned, and Edera screamed again as the emperor covered the other bottom cheek with three more blows.
    “There we go, little filly Edera.” To Edera’s surprise, the emperor’s voice sounded almost tender. Thinking that perhaps since she had received her punishment he would be a little gentler with her, she began to try to climb off his lap, but he held her firm. Edera feared he would be angry, but he addressed her almost kindly, like a parent might to a disobedient child. “Oh, no, Edera. Stay there. I’m going to put your tail in, since I’m lucky enough to have you here over my lap.”
    Nothing happened for a moment except that she felt Comnar move in such a way that he must be reaching into the chest for whatever he meant by her ‘tail.’ Then, to her horror, he put his left hand down, holding the thing right in front of her face, and she knew exactly what he meant by Edera’s tail.
    “It’s a special moment for a filly,” the emperor said, “when she gets her first tail.”
    “Oh, gods,” she heard Alira whisper. “Oh, gods.”
    “Yes,” said Comnar, “you will have them too, my pretty fillies. But yours will not be as special as little Edera’s.”
    A thick length of hardened leather hovered before Edera’s eyes, with a splendid plume of white horsehair attached. The leather thing was of a strange shape: about as long as a man’s hand, and as thick as a carrot, tapered to a smaller, rounded end and flaring out at the other, where the tail itself joined the thing. At that same end, a curious indentation curved the leather.
    “You will find,” came the emperor’s voice, “when I set the tail inside your lovely bottom, that the curve of this bung secures it inside you, where it belongs.”
    “N-no… no… oh, gods, please…” Edera said. She refused to picture it: she closed her eyes and pretended she had never seen the thing, and never grasped how he meant to impose it upon her.
    “Take it in your mouth, now, my filly,” Comnar said, even more gently than he had spoken after he finished whipping her. “Show me how you can suck something so big. All you fillies will need to begin practicing your skills, because the stable master’s demands are harsh and frequent upon a filly’s tender mouth.”
    Again Alira betrayed her greater knowledge, because she gave a moan of despair at these words that Edera did not even understand. The emperor must mean something terrible, but surely he could not mean… but he must mean that, and now she sobbed at that thought too: of being made to take into her mouth the part that she knew by the name of ‘manhood’ when she did not hear it called a ‘sword’ or a ‘lance.’ To be made to suck the manhood of a man she had never seen—she fled from that vision and found that her flight ended in opening her eyes to see that Comnar had brought the narrow end of the tail’s leather bung close to her lips.
    “Come now,” he said, “surely you do not want the lap quirt again so soon, Edera? Take the bung in your mouth to get it ready for your rump.”
    Part of Edera knew that to obey the command made much the least shameful path, but something inside simply refused—and a tiny voice inside her head whispered that the reason for the refusal lay in the way a part of her felt that same dreadful, pleasant warmth at the thought of what the emperor would do. She hushed that voice and closed her mouth tightly, shaking her head.
    “Poor Edera,” he said, and spanked her hard with his open hand, where the welts of the quirt on her right bottom cheek made the slap burn like fire. “Poor little filly.” He spanked her again, and when she opened her mouth to cry out, Comnar thrust the bung inside.
    Edera sobbed and retched, and felt herself drooling around the hard