The plough girl - part four 
By Diana the Valkyrie 
How to become a plough girl


Mike

She sat, wide-eyed, as I explained the American way of sex to
her. It was nothing like what she was used to. Her life revolved
around ploughing, eating and sex, and the other people in Novovysoke
revolved around farming, eating and sex. And maybe also drinking;
you make beer out of barley and vodka out of potatoes.

I also explained to her that she could not go around asking people
what their sexual preferences were, it's considered bad manners,
unless you know someone really well.  She nodded. When she nods her
head, her breasts jiggle ever so slightly. I wondered if she knew
that happened, and then I wondered if she did it on purpose. Now
I've gotten a bit more accustomed to her ways, it seems to me that
she flirts and flaunts herself a lot, and I suppose that if your
target was several acts of sex per day, you had to display a lot
of encouragement to your candidates.

Then I asked her something that had been bothering me for a
while. "How does someone become a plough girl?"

She smiled. "Forget it. You have to be a girl to start with, and
not one of your complicated variations. Just a simple girl." "Yes,
I wasn't asking for myself, I was just wondering how come you're
so different from ordinary girls."

She settled back in her chair, and I was expecting something long
and complicated, maybe involving ancient magical spells, or rare
herbs. "First, you need to understand the importance of the role,
and the respect that plough girls get. The villages around our region
are very poor. Forget about tractors, we couldn't even afford a horse
or ox to pull the plough. But if the ploughing isn't done, then the
planting can't be done, and come winter a lot of people will die of
starvation. The existence of the plough girl, is literally life and
death." "Yes, I see that." "It also means that the plough girl has
a subsidiary role; policing, judge and jury. Justice is fast and
final." "Final? You mean, as in death penalty?" She laughed. "No,
we don't get crimes that bad. It's crimes like, not pulling your
weight in the fields, or getting so drunk that you become ill.
The worst crime I've had to deal with, was a case of wife beating,
and the penalty was a spanking at the hands of the plough girl -
he couldn't sit down for a week.. Excessive drunkenness is punished
by deprivation of alcohol for a week or a month. Not pulling your
weight in the workload, gets you a severe telling-off. No, by final,
I mean we don't have an appeal system. The plough girl decides,
and the village goes along with it. So it's important that I be
fair and proportionate."

"So you're prosecution, judge and jury, but that doesn't tell me
how you became a plough girl."

"Every little girl wants to be a plough girl, it's like boys like to
fight with sticks.  It started for me when I was three years old.
I was given a toy plough to play with, and I soon learned how to
harness myself into it, and went galloping round the nearby fields,
pretending to plough them. And the other girls my age were doing
the same. We dreamed about being plough girls, and we pretended
that we already were. Kids stuff, you know?"

"Each year I was given a new plough, because all that galloping wore
out the old toys, and each new plough was a bit bigger and heavier
than the last one. By the time I was six, pulling my plough needed
a real effort, but all the girls had much the same, and the boys
just watched us with envy. Boys don't pull ploughs."

"So when I turned eight, I was given a real plough, made of iron,
with leather harness, and we girls had a field we could practice
in. We all still dreamed about being plough girls, although if you
think about it, you aren't going to get more than one or two in
each generation."

"The graduated weight system," I said. "Yes, and I was also eating
twice as much as the boys my age; this wasn't a problem for the
village, because of the importance of plough girls."

"So by the time I was twelve, I was proudly pulling a fifty kilogram
plough, which could actually do real ploughing in our practice
field. And a lot of the girls had dropped out, mostly because they'd
hit puberty and were starting to get very giggly about boys. But I,
and several of the others, still had our hearts set on becoming
full size plough girls."

"Fifty kilos, that's 110 pounds," I said. "Yes, and we were
expected to carry our ploughs to and from the practice field, but
the gradual gain in the weight of the ploughs had strengthened our
muscles enough so we could do that. Well, most of us could. A few
more dropped out when they found they couldn't handle fifty kilos."

"And by then, we had nearly all started going into puberty. We were
glancing at the boys, and the boys were staring at us, but boys came
a distant second to the ambition of becoming a plough girl. At least,
it did for me and several of the other girls."

"Over the next few years, our ploughs got heavier, and our hormones
started to play havoc with our motivations. Some of the would-be
plough girls started going for long walks with boys, and I think
we all know what was happening during those walks. They would set
off holding hands, and return with their arms round each other, and
we could guess what happened in between.  I got hit by the hormones
too, but my desire to be a full-scale plough girl kept me pulling a
plough that steadily got heavier and heavier. By then, I had a 100
kilo plough, and I would pile stones on it to make it even harder
to pull. I so wanted to be a plough girl. It was my dream."

"By the time I was fifteen, there were just three of us left as
plough girl candidates, and I was the strongest. But a couple of
years after that my hormones tripped me and I nearly fell.  So I
went to the current plough girl, she would retire as soon as a
replacement was available, for advice. I asked Irena how she had
handled the same situation."



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