girl who had lost her favorite pet. Her bottom felt warm under his palm, and it quivered with her crying.
“I am punishing you for your foolishness. The foolishness that led to me, at the head of an imperial legion, entering our city, and giving the keys of your palace to the emperor. The foolishness that has made your people imperial subjects—and I call them that in order that I not have to call them slaves.” He could hear the terrible sadness in his own voice, and he fought tears and won the victory, because Edera would need his strength more than anything else. And she sobbed now even more violently than she had when he was spanking her.
“After I have done it, we will not speak of that foolishness again. You will be an obedient filly, and we will please the emperor until he lets us go free, as he must someday, to return to our home and lay our lives at the feet of our people, and try to make amends.” He wished he could tell her about the plans of which he had begun to learn, but far too much danger lay along that course. Edera must think that their hope waited far in the future, when she reached thirty and could go into service in a different part of the empire.
Edera did not respond except by her tears and her wracking sobs. More and more certain that spanking her was the correct thing to do, Ranin began again, alternating now between her right and left bottom cheeks, and making her squeal in pain, giving twelve more that way, and then returning to the center of her backside for a further twelve.
At the end of it, the little bit of struggle she had put up at the beginning had gone, and she lay limp over his leg, her shoulders heaving. Ranin sighed deeply. He had done what he must. He hoped it would help. Without even thinking about it, really, he put his hand on her warm, red bottom and rubbed, hoping to comfort her a little.
Edera’s response took him by surprise. “Ranin,” she whispered, from where her head hung down. She turned her face so that he could see her eyes, puffy with weeping but shining with the tears. “Soothe me? Please? I’ve… I’ve missed it so.”
Edera uttered the words pleadingly, but Ranin heard them as a command, or something in him said that he could at least use that as an excuse: his princess had told him to touch her between her legs and comfort her there. All the other trainers, he had quickly realized in the days he had spent in the stable, living in the apartments above with Morqan and his lads, soothed the fillies very frequently—rarely to the point of climax, but always until the filly was gasping and moaning with pleasure. Now, in that moment, having taken the dreadful liberty of chastising Princess Edera, Ranin had a single desire: to give her pleasure so exquisite she would lose her guilt and shame into that feeling.
As gently as he could, he began to run his fingertips over the place where her thighs came together with her bottom cheeks. Edera whimpered and groaned, and tried to open her legs, though Ranin still held them imprisoned between his own powerful thighs, covered by his leather breeches.
“P-please…” she whispered, and he relented, easing his thighs apart and letting Edera spread her knees to reveal to him the delightful secrets of her shaved cunt. It was the lads who shaved the girls, once a week—as with everything else, they took liberties with those fillies not reserved, but Edera got only a shaving. Though Ranin could not bear to be present when the Amidians were shaved, he knew that Alira had already earned renown in the stable for the enthusiastic way she suckled one lad’s cock as another one shaved her.
Now Ranin must stroke her there at the top, where she had that bud Morqan employed so skillfully to train the fillies. Edera cried out, and Ranin let her teach him with the sinuous writhing of her body over his lap, and with her rising moans, what she liked the most. Experimentally, he moved his left hand to her bottom, and her gasp
“I am punishing you for your foolishness. The foolishness that led to me, at the head of an imperial legion, entering our city, and giving the keys of your palace to the emperor. The foolishness that has made your people imperial subjects—and I call them that in order that I not have to call them slaves.” He could hear the terrible sadness in his own voice, and he fought tears and won the victory, because Edera would need his strength more than anything else. And she sobbed now even more violently than she had when he was spanking her.
“After I have done it, we will not speak of that foolishness again. You will be an obedient filly, and we will please the emperor until he lets us go free, as he must someday, to return to our home and lay our lives at the feet of our people, and try to make amends.” He wished he could tell her about the plans of which he had begun to learn, but far too much danger lay along that course. Edera must think that their hope waited far in the future, when she reached thirty and could go into service in a different part of the empire.
Edera did not respond except by her tears and her wracking sobs. More and more certain that spanking her was the correct thing to do, Ranin began again, alternating now between her right and left bottom cheeks, and making her squeal in pain, giving twelve more that way, and then returning to the center of her backside for a further twelve.
At the end of it, the little bit of struggle she had put up at the beginning had gone, and she lay limp over his leg, her shoulders heaving. Ranin sighed deeply. He had done what he must. He hoped it would help. Without even thinking about it, really, he put his hand on her warm, red bottom and rubbed, hoping to comfort her a little.
Edera’s response took him by surprise. “Ranin,” she whispered, from where her head hung down. She turned her face so that he could see her eyes, puffy with weeping but shining with the tears. “Soothe me? Please? I’ve… I’ve missed it so.”
Edera uttered the words pleadingly, but Ranin heard them as a command, or something in him said that he could at least use that as an excuse: his princess had told him to touch her between her legs and comfort her there. All the other trainers, he had quickly realized in the days he had spent in the stable, living in the apartments above with Morqan and his lads, soothed the fillies very frequently—rarely to the point of climax, but always until the filly was gasping and moaning with pleasure. Now, in that moment, having taken the dreadful liberty of chastising Princess Edera, Ranin had a single desire: to give her pleasure so exquisite she would lose her guilt and shame into that feeling.
As gently as he could, he began to run his fingertips over the place where her thighs came together with her bottom cheeks. Edera whimpered and groaned, and tried to open her legs, though Ranin still held them imprisoned between his own powerful thighs, covered by his leather breeches.
“P-please…” she whispered, and he relented, easing his thighs apart and letting Edera spread her knees to reveal to him the delightful secrets of her shaved cunt. It was the lads who shaved the girls, once a week—as with everything else, they took liberties with those fillies not reserved, but Edera got only a shaving. Though Ranin could not bear to be present when the Amidians were shaved, he knew that Alira had already earned renown in the stable for the enthusiastic way she suckled one lad’s cock as another one shaved her.
Now Ranin must stroke her there at the top, where she had that bud Morqan employed so skillfully to train the fillies. Edera cried out, and Ranin let her teach him with the sinuous writhing of her body over his lap, and with her rising moans, what she liked the most. Experimentally, he moved his left hand to her bottom, and her gasp
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