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She had beautiful breasts, Amanda, thick, pert nipples in a little pink aurora of flesh, and then the white swell of unblemished skin. It took a mighty effort on my part not to take each ruby jewel in my mouth.
    June's breasts once unfettered made an equally majestic sight. Her breasts were bigger, heavier, her skin more rosy, matching the blush of her cheeks.
    It was my turn again. I slowly, and I could see JS looking at me a little disapprovingly fearing I would spoil the whole event, glided my hands up her nylon stockings, under her skirt, all the way up to the cotton of her panties. I could hear the heavy frightened breathing of the dear girl as I stroked the outer edge of her frilly panties. My thumbs reached up, hooked into the waistband and pulled her panties down. As I did so, I brushed my finger naughtily along the soft blonde down of her pubic hair, causing the slightest of sighs to pass from Amanda's lips. The girl was blushing furiously. She looked at me with those big doe eyes, for the first time perhaps wondering what she had let herself in for and whether we were going too far.
    'Enough!' shouted JS. I understood why he called the striptease to an end. It was going to be a beautiful sight watching Amanda bend over with the maroon skirt riding around her waist.
    'The moment of castigation is at hand. Take the girl's, fellow Janusians.'
    DE and PCK laid their hands on the flat of the two girls' stomachs and levered them over so that their bottoms made a perfect right angle. LW and myself stood in front of them and held onto their hands. JS climbed down from the little homemade podium and retrieved a leather strap that had been hidden behind it.
    'Acolytes,' he said, addressing their beautiful rumps, 'the gods demand your purity.' A nice piece of improvisation, I thought. Who the gods were or why Janus lovers would be worshipping on a solstice night never seemed to enter the girls' heads. Maybe they didn't care. Maybe they did realize what a charade all this was, but could not give in to their sexual weaknesses without the flummery of bogus cultic practice. I didn't really care. The truth was that we were all becoming consummate masters of such a ritual that we really were quite believable in such a situation.
    However, the sight of Amanda's bare bottom was delicious, the maroon skirt pulled up over her waist, her pretty little quim showing, the thick sex lips glistening a little in a combination of fear and excitement.
    JS dangled the leather strap between Amanda's bum cleft. It must have tickled her a little, because her bottom delightfully wriggled with the contact of the leather. JS intoned some more meaningless Latin over the girls, before pulling back the strap and landing the leather across Amanda's pert bottom. The smack echoed around the room. She gripped tight hold of my hand as the lash descended. She let out a very delightful little squeal and then caught my eyes and smiled at me mischievously.
    'Purge her soul,' JS intoned.
    'Purge her soul,' the rest of us parroted.
    The belt came down again and again and again. Amanda squirming with the sharp pain. She was not smiling now as JS smacked the belt against the firm alabaster white of her rear. Her eyes clenched hard. JS aimed the belt on the top of her thighs and the small of her back until from the top of her stockings to her waistline was blushing as red as her face had been when I removed her panties.
    JS moved onto the next acolyte. The same tripe recitation, but June seemed to respond differently. Her shriek seemed to transmute to an appreciative moan. It seemed to encourage JS to smack the girl harder.
    Now it was my turn.
    To anybody casually witnessing such a scene it must have looked quite preposterous as I smacked first Amanda and then in the little bit of choreography we had worked out, moved two paces sideways before positioning myself in front of June. Their inflamed bottoms incited me to try and hit them harder, particularly June who seemed