I knelt there, then, as they would have me kneel. No longer did I dare to look at him. I kept my head down. Then, in a moment, he had apparently finished his examination, or, I feared, assessment. I did not know what might have been the results of his examination. He said something to another fellow. I did not know whether or not I was the subject of their discourse.Their tones, on the other hand, seemed approving. Both seemed pleased. To be sure, I did not know for certain whether or not I was the subject of their discourse. But it seemed to me likely that I was.
I suspected then, if I was not mistaken, to my unspeakable relief, that I might have been found at least initially acceptable.
I hoped that he who was nearest to me did not think I was stupid.
I did not want him to think that.
I was supposedly intelligent. I was, or had been, a good student. To be sure, the learning for which I might be held accountable here, if such learning there was to be, would doubtless be somewhat different from that to which I had been accustomed. The collar on my neck suggested that, and the chains on my limbs.
I heard voices, ahead of me, and, too, some behind me.
“You may lift your head,” he said. His fellow had went further back, behind me.
I lifted my head.
The metal shackle on my neck had been put on from behind, there is variation in such things. Most often, particularly with items such as we, new to such things, and naive, it is done in that fashion, I suppose, to minimize the tendency to bolt. At other times however, it is done from the beginning, particularly with individuals who realize clearly and fully what is going on, so that they may, in full specificity and anticipation, with full intellectual and emotional understanding, see it approach, one by one, and then find themselves, in turn, no different from others, secured within its obdurate clasp. The first, you see, might be frightened at its sight and, in their naivete, be tempted to bolt; the second, on the other hand, might be terrified at its sight, but realizes that there is no escape.
I heard the voices before and behind me.
It was not for no reason that I had been permitted to lift my head.
Here and there before me, and, I suppose, behind me, one or another of the men were thrusting whips to the lips of the items in the line. He who was nearest to me had such a device hooked on his belt. I looked on, disbelievingly. Then the fellow nearest me removed that effective, supple tool from his belt. I began to tremble. “Do not be afraid,” he said soothingly.
I watched the device, as he loosened the coils a little, arranging them, in almost hypnotic fascination.
“It will take but a moment,” he said. “Do not be frightened.”
The coils were then but an inch from my lips. I looked up at him.
“It was foolish of me to beg for mercy,” I whispered. “I am sorry.”
“You will learn to beg, in rational contexts, even more piteously,” he said. “Indeed, it will be important for you, to learn how to beg well. I do not mean merely that you will be taught to beg pretitily, on your knees, and such things. I mean rather that upon certain occasions the only thing which might stand between you and the loss of your nose and ears, or life, may be the sincerity and excellence with which you can perform certain placatory behaviors.”
“I do not want you to think I am stupid,” I said.
He looked down at me. I could not read his expression.
“I am not stupid,” I said.
“We shall see,” he said.
I heard words. I saw a whip thrust to the lips of the item before me in the line.
A whip, too, was within an inch of my own lips.
I drew back my head a little, and looked up at him.
He did nothing.
I did not know what to do. What was I supposed to do? I knew what I should do, what would be appropriate, what I wanted to do.
“I do not know what to do,” I said.
“What a shy, timid thing you are,” he said.
“The others are speaking to us,” I said. “You are not speaking to me. You are not telling me what to do.”
“What do you think you should do?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“No, no!” I said.
“You will kiss, and lick, the whip,” he said, “lovingly, lingeringly.”
I looked up at him, in terror.
“Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“First,” he said, “the whip will come to you, and then, second, you will come to the whip.”
“I understand,” I said.
Surely I must resist this! I could feel the chain at my belly. I squirmed a little on my knees.
He held the whip gently to my lips. He could, I realized, have done this in a very different manner. He might have done it with brutality. He might, in effect, have struck me, perhaps bruising my lips, perhaps bloodying my mouth, forcing the soft inner surfaces of the lips back against the teeth. I might have tasted leather and my own blood. But he was very gentle. With incredible feelings, which I could scarcely comprehend, I kissed the whip, and then, slowly, licked it.
He then removed the whip from my lips and held it a few inches before me.
I was now, I gathered, to come to the whip!
It is one thin, of course, to have such an implement forced upon you, giving you, in effect, no choice in the matter. It is quite another to expect you, of your own will, to approach it, and subject it to such intimate, tender ministrations. What did he think I was? I would do no such thing!
I fought with myself. Part of me decried the very thought of coming to the whip. And part of me, some deep, fearful part, longed to do so.
The deeper part of me was stronger.
I leaned forward a little, and reached out with my lips for the whip. In ecstasy, I kissed it. I kissed it lovingly and lingeringly. I think that I had never been so happy, or so fulfilled, as in those moments. Then, with my tongue, again and again, softly, tenderly, lovingly, I licked it. I could taste the leather. I feared only the moment when it would be taken from me.
Then the implement was drawn back.
I looked up into the eyes of he who held the whip. I now knew what, in my heart, I was.
He who had been nearest to me now stepped away. I, and, I gather, the others, were now, again, left kneeling, but now our heads might be up.
We knelt there.
We were now being given time to ourselves, I suppose, kneeling there, the chain at our belly, that we might understand, and appreciate, the momentousness, at least from our point of view, of what had occurred. Let us now, kneeling there, the chain at our belly, realize what we had done, let us now understand, and appreciate, how we might now be utterly different from what we had been before.
I had kissed his whip, in giddy ecstasy!
I was prepared to give myself to him, to love him!
Had he so much as snapped his fingers I would have done anything!
I heard, again, voices behind me. One or another of the men were coming down the line, approaching from behind. I did not look back. It is not so easy to do, held in the collar, both from before and behind. Too, I did not know if it were permitted. This seemed a place in which it might be well to be very clear on what was permitted, and what was not.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, coming from behind, I saw the coils of another whip. Then two men were rather before me, to the left of the chain. I looked up. Joy transfigured my countenance for one, with his whip, was he who had earlier been nearest to me, he to whose whip I had pressed timidly, then fervently, my moist lips, which whip, too, I had subjected to the tender, eager servile caresses of my tongue. But it was the other fellow’s whip which was now held before me! It was not that of he who had hitherto been nearest to me! I looked up, dismayed, startled, at he who had been nearest to me. Surely it was his whip, and his whip alone, which I must kiss! He looked down at me. There seemed, for a moment, a sternness in his gaze. This terrified me. Quickly I put my head forward a little, as I could, in the chain and collar, and kissed, and licked, obediently, tears welling in my eyes, the other’s whip. The two men then, paying me no more attention, went forward on the chain and, in turn, each of those before me kissed what, too, for them, must have been a second whip. I knelt there. I looked after he who had been nearest to me. I choked back a sob.