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formation, there being too few to form a circle. Thonnig and his son Jens were chopping more wood for the fire whilst Belinda, Anna and the teenage girl Helle were clearing up after the evening meal, all working with quiet solemnity.
    Suddenly Thonnig spoke sharply to his son in Danish and the boy replied in a tone that clearly carried a note of insolence. A shocked silence fell over the little camp as Jens and his father glared at each other. Thonnig said something quietly to Anna, and she left her chores and went to their wagon. Belinda felt chilled when she saw Anna return moments later carrying a long cane with a walking stick handle. It was obvious what was about to happen and Belinda felt upset because Jens was a nice boy, the only cheerful one in the whole group. If she had thought it would have done any good she would have offered to have taken the caning for him, but knew there was little point in interfering.
    Thonnig took the slender stick from his wife and led the boy out of the camp to a tree, followed by the rest of the group, including the pretty blonde Helle. Her marble complexion was flushed and her blossoming bosom swelled. She seemed as distressed as Belinda was, but the rest of the group were as solemn and wooden as ever. Belinda took up a position at the back and to one side of the group.
    The exact form of the ritual that followed took Belinda by some surprise, given that it was such a religious sect. Thonnig stood Jens with his back to the tree facing the group, which sat down to watch the spectacle. All except Petta, one of the wives, whom Thonnig called forward. She knelt in front of Jens, untied his rope belt and pulled down his black trousers to his ankles. Belinda immediately noticed the tip of the young man’s penis dangling below his shirttails. This tantalising revelation developed into a full display when Petta immediately proceeded to lift the shirt at the front and back and knot it so that it stayed out of the way. Belinda stared, and then panicked as she realised she might be caught doing so. But when she glanced at the rest of the audience she saw they were all staring too.
    Petta rejoined the group and Thonnig ordered his son to turn and face the tree. The boy did so and, without further bidding, bent over and gripped the trunk. His feet were planted apart as much as the trousers would allow for balance, and Belinda could now enjoy the sight of his swaying balls and dangling penis between his thighs. She would have enjoyed the spectacle better had she been able to strip herself naked and masturbate wildly, and she blushed furiously as she realised what she was thinking. Yet again she was tormented by the inner turmoil that arose from the clash between her middle-class upbringing and her natural lustiness.
    Thonnig adjusted his braces and then pulled his arm back. There was a swish and the cane sped to the boy’s bottom where it made contact across both buttocks with a startling crack. Jens grunted as the red stripe appeared to reflect the light of the setting sun. Thonnig drew his arm back once more, there was another whistling swish and this time the cane cut across the crease beneath his buttocks. He jerked forward at the cruel impact, and Belinda noticed the women grip their husbands by the arm or shoulder.
    The caning continued for a full five minutes until Jens’ backside was completely red. It ended when Thonnig suddenly turned and marched back into the camp without a word. His wife jumped up and hurried after him, followed immediately by the three other couples. Belinda watched as each pair hastily clambered into their wagons.
    Helle hurried over to Jens to console him. Belinda joined them. Jens himself turned and stared defiantly at his father’s wagon. Belinda looked back at the now silent camp. It was as though the occupants had vanished into thin air.
    â€˜Now they copulate,’ said Helle angrily by way of explanation. ‘The founder of our religion