With a promise of silence, Alice takes her punishment and Deborah does her duty.

Alice swallows. "Sir, I understand that what I did was...was wrong. And I'm sorry. If you must punish me, though, I ask that you at least...be discreet about it."

Barnes smirks. "Well, there's little compelling me to do that. But yes...I promise not to tell anyone of your little indiscretion here. Swear on my mother's grave."

Alice studies him. Somewhat to her surprise, he seems sincere. She makes up her mind; turning swiftly to Deborah, she pulls the bond girl close and whispers, "Deborah, I have a job for you. I brought you here because I promised Captain Simmons that he could relieve his stress with your body. Get to the officers' quarters and do that - and tell him I sent you." Deborah gasps, wide-eyed, and Alice grips her hand hard, digging in with her nails. "Do it, you stupid girl, or I'll make you pay. I'll deal with this...this cretin."

"I heard that," Barnes says loudly. "Where exactly do you think you're off to, eh?" he demands as Deborah tries to dart past him.

"Your business is with me, Private," Alice says imperiously, garnering his attention. He arches an eyebrow at her and shrugs, releasing Deborah with a theatrical flourish.

"Very well," he says with a wicked smile. "On your way, bond girl. Bigger fish to fry here, eh?"

With a terrified glance at Alice, Deborah darts away, hurrying down the yard in the direction of the Captain's quarters.

Barnes strides over to Alice, grinning down at her with a wicked gleam in his blue eyes. He smooths his mustache. "{if Barnes-Alice=10}So what is your name exactly, little well-born miss?"

Alice swallows. "I am Alice Foxhaven. I come from a good family, of Wimbly Place."{else}Alice Foxhaven, within my power, eh?"

Alice swallows. "And what do you believe that means for you, sir?" she asks, attempting to be disdainful.{endif}

Barnes lets out a harsh laugh. {if Alice > 75}"Not much, I fear. You're from too fine a family for the likes of me to really...make the most of the situation," he says with a bitter smile.{elseif Alice > 50}"Oh ho. So confident, are you? Well, I may not be able to do to you what I'd do to little Deirdre here if she disobeyed me..." he smacks the Irish girl's rump with his free hand, making her jump. "...but you're starting to get a bit of a name for yourself, Miss Foxhaven. A few more rumors...well, no one will know what to believe."{else}"You stupid little girl. You've barely got a reputation left to save, you know that? All the soldiers in this garrison have heard your name bandied about on the streets, and not, putting it kindly, in flattering lights." Barnes grins and grabs Alice's jaw - she's too stunned by his forwardness to resist, momentarily frozen. He pushes a finger into her mouth and Alice tastes the earthy funk of his leather glove. "I won't do anything stupid to you, girl. But you've left a lot on the table in terms of options."{endif}

Moving suddenly, he grabs her hair and pulls her down, bending her at the waist so that she's lying with her torso across Deirdre's bare ass. Alice gasps, both from shock and from pain, as he holds her firmly in place. "But {if Alice < 76}to start, at least, {endif}I think a brisk spanking should be appropriate for your misbehavior. Twenty strokes I think. You'll count them, Miss Foxhaven. Hear me?"

"Do your worst, you brute," Alice snarls, recovering some of her fire. Barnes tuts.

"You'll count them, {if Alice < 51}little slut, {endif}or I'll just keep going until you do. Say 'yes, sir,' if you understand."

Alice grimaces. "Yes, sir," she mutters sullenly.

"Good {if Alice < 50}slut{else}girl{endif}. Ready now? Here we go." Alice grits her teeth in anticipation as Barnes raises his hand, and then the first blow falls.

Deborah, meanwhile, has hurried across the yard and is finally at the end of the parade grounds. _Thank God I'm away from that...terrifying man! I hope Alice knows what she's doing...but then, who knows who this man she's sent me to is?_ She swallows hard, heart hammering, as she knocks on the door of the small cottage-like building that is the officers' quarters.

A tall, chiseled-looking man with unkempt dark hair opens the door and blinks in surprise to see her. "Can I help you, miss?" he asks cautiously.

"C-C-Captain S-Simmons?" Deborah stammers. Simmons chuckles and nods. Deborah curtsies deeply. "I...I'm here from Miss Alice Foxhaven. May I...come in?"

"From Miss Foxhaven? What...?" suddenly the Captain's eyes widen. "Oh! Oh, God, I, uh...I...that is, please...yes, please come in."

Deborah slips inside as Captain Simmons pulls the door shut behind her. For a moment, they stand awkwardly together in his small office space. "Would you, er...like to sit down?" Simmons asks eventually.

"No, I - no need," Deborah says. She bows her head, swallows, and, with a deep preparatory breath, asks, "How would you like me, sir?"

"Well, that's just the thing. I, er - Miss Foxhaven was very kind to offer your services to me, but I'm not really sure that I - that is, I wouldn't want to be imposing..."

Deborah blinks, taken aback. "You...you don't want me?"

"Well, no, I mean, I do, you're quite..." Simmons swallows. "You're quite pretty. But I really wouldn't want you to...to go to any trouble, I mean..."

"I..." Deborah's so surprised by Simmons's earnestness that she can't quite think of what to do. But as she gathers her thoughts, she realizes that Alice is out there taking some sort of punishment from Private Barnes...for the sole purpose of Deborah being able to "entertain" the Captain here. She shudders to think what would happen if Alice took the punishment, then ever found out that Deborah had failed in her mission. "Please, sir. I...I'm here to serve you. Please make use of me." She kneels down on the floor, head bowed submissively. Men seem to like that, in her (limited) experience. Alice certainly does...

She feels as much as sees Simmons come and stand in front of her, his breath getting slightly shallower. "Dammit," she hears him mutter, almost to himself. Then she feels a gloved finger under her chin, and he lifts her face to gaze up into his dark eyes.

"You're sure you want to...to do this?" he asks softly.

Deborah nods. "Yes, sir. Please. I..." she swallows, not wishing to lie to this man and claim that she enjoys this, but... "It's my duty to serve you."

She sees him take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Very well." Suddenly, he crosses away from her to his desk. She hears him fiddling with something and, sneaking a glance, sees that he's undoing his pants. He puts a small towel onto the wooden seat of his desk chair and sits; Deborah's heart beats faster as she sees his half-hard member poking up proudly in front of his flat belly.

"You'll...have to forgive me if I'm brusque, I'm not much used to this," Simmons says uneasily, not looking directly at her. "But...I could use your assistance. Unfortunately I need to get some work done right now, but...if you'd be so kind..."

"Of...of course, sir." Deborah swallows and crawls across the floor to him, moving gingerly to spare her knees. Simmons busies himself with some paperwork as Deborah kneels at his side; his hips are angled toward her to give her better access, rather than sitting fully at attention behind his desk. "How should I...?"

"Well, whatever you think is best, I suppose," Simmons mutters, blushing furiously.

To her own surprise, Deborah smiles. After so much time spent serving Alice's whims, it's almost...nice?...to be ordered to serve someone who's so willing to let her take the lead. "Of course, sir. Let me..." Leaning forward, she gently reaches one hand into his lap and runs her fingers lightly up the side of his already-swelling cock. Simmons lets out a shuddering gasp as she does so.

"Ugh, God...it's been...it's been quite a while. Thank you."

"No need for thanks," Deborah says with a smile. She grasps the base of his shaft gently with one hand, lightly stroking his balls with the other and making him moan. "You have a lovely cock, sir."

"Th-Th-Thank you. H-ha..."

As his cock reaches what feels like it must be full size to Deborah, she glances up at him through her lashes. "May I put my mouth on your cock, sir?"

"Please."

Deborah smiles again at the need in his voice. "Just do whatever you need, sir. I'll take care of everything..." And, pleased by her own boldness, she leans further in. Holding his member up with one hand, she gives a long, slow lick up the underside of his shaft, feeling his entire body shake as she does so. As the salt tang of precum registers on her tongue, she gently closes her lips around his glans, and begins to take him inside herself.

"Agh! Fifteen, sir!" Alice cries desperately, trying to keep the hint of a sob out of her voice. Barnes has kept her pinned across Deirdre's back as he administers his punishment, alternating slaps to each of her asscheeks. The man is clearly enjoying his "duty" and taking his time with it - and taking his time to caress and fondle her ass after each blow, as well.

"You're doing well, little {if Alice < 51}slut{else}girl{endif}." Alice blinks the tears out of her eyes and twists her head to look back at him. The blonde private is standing behind her, smirking as he rubs a hand over her tingling, sensitive ass. "Twenty strokes, I believe I said. Think you'll make it?"

Alice tosses her head, turning her gaze pointedly back toward the buildings. "Do your worst, sir."

"My worst, you say...?" Alice feels a sudden shock of fear at the shift she hears in his voice; all of a sudden, Barnes sounds more menacing and (what's worse...) almost excited...