She follow's Percy's advice.

As if in a dream, Peggy dismounts from Percy's horse. Her hand traces over the cool leather at the head of the riding crop seated in a holster near the stirrup. No...I could never do that...

As if of their own volition, her fingers wrap around the whip's shaft. Peggy's pulse suddenly starts pounding as she feels the smooth, wooden rod seated firmly in her hand. Yes, I can.

Peggy turns, head held high and riding crop held ceremonially in both hands. Percy grins up at her from his position next to Ruth, whose hair he's still holding as he squats next to her. He whispers something in her ear, and the farmgirl sobs slightly, making her pendulous breasts heave. Peggy comes to a halt before the two of them, trembling slightly and breathing shakily.

"What..." she swallows. "What do I do, P - milord?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Percy grins and reaches forward, grasping one of Ruth's breasts firmly to give it a little jiggle. "The slut's got lovely, large tits - perfect targets. I'll be they're sensitive, too." Ruth lets out a little whine as he pinches her nipple. "Ha! It would seem so. So I'd say, take your revenge, young Peg. Give her tits a good series of smacks with the crop! Five each should do it, I'd say."

Peggy bites her lip, uncertain. The farmgirl looks up at her, chest heaving, wide blue eyes wet with tears. "P-Please...miss..." Looking down at the girl's spit-covered, shining face, Peggy feels heat rise in her cheeks and her loins throb.

She raises her hand and, with a firm swing, brings the riding crop down on Ruth's tit.

*Smack!*

Ruth gasps in shock and pain as Percy grins. "Good, Peg!"

Peggy glances at him, pulse pounding, but exhilarated. "I didn't hit her too hard?"

"Never. The whore can take it, can't you, whore?" Percy yanks Ruth's head back and spits down onto her face. "Go on, Peggy, hit her again! No harder than that, there's no need."

Nodding, Peggy takes careful aim, then delivers a stinging slap with the crop to the farm girl's other tit, making her breast jiggle as Ruth lets out a little shriek. Peggy can feel the heat building between her legs, slowly growing moist as she flogs the other girl. Percy reaches down and roughly grabs one of Ruth's breasts.

"Keep going, Peggy! She was made for this."

Peggy swings twice more, breath coming fast, heart beating wildly. Ruth cries out as the blows land on her exposed breasts, thrashing slightly in Percy's firm grip. Peggy's studiously not looking directly at Percy's cock, but she's pretty sure it's swelling to even greater proportions as he watches her abuse the farm girl, his eyes shining with wicked delight.

"Give it to her good, Peg! And tell her what it's for!"

"Tell her...?" Peggy pauses, arm raised.

"Tell her why you're flogging her! Drive the lesson home." Percy wrests Ruth's sunken head up so that the girl is once more staring up at Peggy. Her face is flushed beet-red and her breath is coming raggedly as tears roll down her cheeks. The way she's breathing hard makes her reddening breasts heave and sway, presenting tempting, more challenging targets. Peggy swallows. Why is it harder to speak to this girl than to strike her?!

"I...I'm flogging you...because you laughed at me!" *Crack!*

"Tell her what she is," Percy growls.

"You're...you're an uppity little girl!" *Smack!*

"More."

"You're...you're my social inferior!" *Smack!*

"Come on, Peggy," Percy snarls. "Tell her why you're really hitting her."

"I'm...I'm hitting you because you're a slut!" *Crack!*

"Is that it?"

"A whore!" *Whack!*

"Tell the truth!"

"I'm...I'm hitting you because I'm better than you'll ever be!" With one final, furious swing, Peggy brings the crop down on Ruth's breast and the farm girl lets out a howl of pain. The howl is quickly cut off, though, as Percy violently drags her head around and thrusts his throbbing member into Ruth's mouth.

"Ohhhh, _fuck _yes!" he growls as he pulls the choking sputtering girl down to the base of his cock. "Shit...God, that was arousing, Peggy." He glances behind her as he begins to thrust in and out of Ruth's mouth and adds, "Evening, gentlemen."

Peggy whirls and nearly drops the crop as she startles. Coming up on the road behind her is a column of red-coated soldiers, tramping off to some drill or something. Clearly they've seen the end of this event - several of them are smirking as they watch Percy throat-fuck the farm girl. Peggy squeals and drops the riding crop, darting over to hide behind Percy's horse. Waves of shame course through her body, mingling with her arousal in the strangest ways...Percy laughs as she darts away.

"Awww, don't run! You did marvelously!" He raises his voice as the soldiers march past. "Peggy Foxhaven, gentlemen! A true woman helping me teach this uppity little slut her place!" There are a few chuckles and whistle from the marching soldiers, but they don't stop. Peggy blushes furiously, horrified, and continues to try to make herself vanish behind Percy's horse. _I can't believe he _named me to them! That inconsiderate...rude...man!

It seems to take forever for the column of soldiers to pass by. Peggy stays firmly planted behind the horse, but she can see Percy from where she is. Her loins tingle as she watches him violate Ruth's mouth. God, the way that he...fucks her...like that... A hand slowly, tentatively reaches down, seemingly of its own accord, grazing her most private parts through her skirt. She jerks it away as Percy glances up and smiles at her.

"I'm almost done teaching this little whore her lesson, Peggy - don't worry. Then I'll get you home." He pulls out of Ruth's mouth sharply, and the girl gasps for air. She has little time to recover, though, as Percy spins her roughly around and pushes her, face-first toward Peggy. With her hands still tied behind her back, Ruth lands face- and tits-first in the muddy road. Percy pulls her hips up and yanks up her skirt, bunching it around her waist and exposing her full, fleshy ass. Peggy's eyes widen as he kneels behind the farm girl. He's really going to do it...

Peggy watches Ruth's eyes widen as Percy reaches down, behind her, and positions himself. Though she's a good girl, Peggy knows the facts of life - and she knows what it means when Ruth's eyes widen yet more and her mouth opens, letting out a deep moan as Percy pushes forward. Percy grips her hips and begins to thrust hard into the girl, pushing her face into the mud each time he does. Ruth, for her part, moans slightly but seems unable to move as he fucks her in front of the soldiers passing by.

Peggy can't help but rub herself slightly, hidden by the horse, as she watches Percy fuck the farm girl who laughed at her. Ugh...he's so...so powerful... She rests one hand on the horse's stirrup as her legs buckle slightly and quickly takes her hand away, breath hitching. She can't...let go of herself here! But she bites her lip, loins pulsing, as she watches Percy pound the girl in the mud a few yards away.

"Ugh! Fuck! Yes..." Percy grunts as he plows Ruth. "Nearly there...and now, time for the real thing..." He reaches forward and pulls Ruth up by her arms, so that her torso is suspended in the air facing Peggy. Peggy lets out a quiet groan of frustration and satisfaction as she watches the girl's mud-stained breasts sway, bouncing with each of Percy's vigorous thrusts. Ruth's gazing up at Peggy, eyes nearly vacant and breath coming in ragged gasps as Percy works her over. He grips her hair with one hand to make sure she's looking at Peggy.

"Now, apologize, you slut!"

Ruth's eyes meet Peggy's, and she sees they're nearly empty - Percy's fucked her mind clean, it seems like. "I-I'm...s-soooorrrryyyyy..." Ruth groans hoarsely.

"And that's a real apology," Percy says with a grin to Peggy. She blushes and nods her thanks to him. His face tightens suddenly and he groans. "Ugggh! Fuck!" He pushes himself deeper into Ruth for a few seconds, then suddenly jerks himself out. His member is twitching wildly, and spraying white fluid about. Peggy watches, mesmerized, as he drops Ruth into the mud and stands, aiming his prick down at her so that his spunk sprays across her body and clothing. Percy groans, jerking himself as he climaxes, until finally his prick dies down and he can't spurt any more. Seeing him finish, Peggy relaxes slightly, leaning against the horse and letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding.

It's suddenly very quiet - the soldiers have passed now, she realizes.

Percy lets out a little laugh. "Well! I'd say that's a well-fucked whore."

"What...what do we do now?" Peggy asks timidly.

"Leave her for her father, of course," Percy says mildly. "Though I told him not to come back for a while...so someone else might come by and want to sample her, too. May as well make it easier for them and make sure she doesn't wander." Stooping, he drags Ruth up from the ground and leads her, as she stumbles, over to a tree on the side of the road. He undoes the binding on her hands, and throws the leather reins he'd been using over a low-hanging branch before re-tying the girl so that she's kneeling, with her arms tied above her and her hands clasped. Peggy can see that it's not tight enough to keep the girl fully erect or pinned in place - but it will keep her from bringing her hands all the way down, and from wandering off.

"Excellent," Percy mutters. "Just one more thing..." Returning to the road, he dips a gloved finger in a particularly soft patch of mud. Going back to Ruth, he squats in front of her and busies himself a moment - when he steps away, Peggy can see that he's written "Fuck" on one of her cheeks and "Hole" on the opposite, with arrows pointing toward her mouth.

"There! That ought to drive the lesson home - and keep her busy until father gets back," Percy declares. He strides back to Peggy. "Well, are you satisfied?"

"I - y-yes, Percy." Peggy nods, dropping her gaze, then blushes and looks away - he still has the front of his trousers undone.

Percy chuckles and steps slightly closer. "Then what do you say to me, eh?" He reaches out and gently but firmly - with just one finger - draws her chin around so that her gaze is resting, once again, on his cock. Peggy's eyes widen, and she swallows - then looks up to meet his laughing, wicked green eyes.

"Th-thank you, Percy," Peggy whispers.

"Good girl." Percy leans forward and kisses her, and Peggy feels as though she'll explode from the sudden heat. She's petrified - but then Percy pulls away, tucks himself back in his trousers, and buttons up. "One day you may ask me how to handle that...but I want you to ask it for yourself. So now, I think, time to get you home." He pulls himself back up onto his horse, then reaches down to give Peggy a hand in mounting. As she settles in front of him, he gives her breast a casual squeeze. "I was very impressed with you today, Peggy. Well done. If you touch yourself later...I want you to think of me, eh?"

Peggy blushes, but does not reply.

The rest of the ride back to Wimbly Place passes uneventfully, and when they arrive Percy leaps lightly down from his horse and helps her descend - for all the world the picture of a young man of breeding. He leans in close as she's about to pull away. "Good job, Peggy. Think often of this day..." He grins at her as she blushes and hurries away, back home.

As Peggy rushes through the house, her father and Esther look up from the sitting room where they're reading. "Ah, Peggy, you're back!" Mr. Foxhaven says cheerfully. "Did you enjoy your ride?"

"I - I did, father, but I fell on the way back. Mr. Winthrop was kind enough to escort me back home..."

"Was he now? Well I'm glad to hear that. I'd hate to think of anything improper befalling one of my girls out there on the roads! Thank goodness he came along, then."

"Y-yes...excuse me, father, I want to go wash up."

Peggy darts away, hurrying upstairs to her room to collect herself. She manages to make it through dinner without incident, but that night as she lies in bed, she can't help but remember the view that she had as Percy fucked that girl in the mud of the highway...as he held her and her breasts swayed with each thrust...how it felt in Peggy's arm when she brought the crop down on the girl's breast. Unbidden - at least by her - her hand slowly reaches down as she closes her eyes, and she pulls her night gown up around her waist until her fingers find her own mound, the soft, slick lips that lie there, and the tingling nubbin at their top. As she begins to gently stroke herself, she lets out a quiet moan, not daring to wake the rest of the house. And as she rubs herself to a much-delayed, toe-curling, vision-blacking release, she whispers into the dark, "M-M-Milord...P-Percy..." Finally, covered in a light sheen of sweat, she falls asleep.