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Kate ran around the corner at the top of ‘Kate’s Stairway’ to the top floor of the old mill where my studio is. I struggled up, in chase….okay stop laughing you cheeky buggers, I am 72 now you know!

There are very few hiding places in the huge room with it’s ceiling supported by pillars and its many windows. My mind goes back in a dream, to clicking looms, and later machines making cigarettes. I have researched the old building…it was the highest employer of young women in the area…I wonder if any got spanked….maybe they look excitedly at me now, watching me in my shoots and spanking my girls, who knows? My last place was haunted, so why not this? I might haunt it myself one day, Asa Jones, the Disciplinarian, haunts this place…dare you enter and bare your bottom?

I can imagine Suzette doing Ghost Tours….lol

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As my eyes focused slowly, like awakening from a dream, an idea materialised in my mind…

I find Kate and bring her to the pillars. “I am going to spank you for running away Kate.”

“Oh good.” She says with a cheeky smile.

“Stand here and put your arms out.”

“Okay boss.”

In a story I write of my girls in character, but here in a photo set, it is a little different. It is me and her chatting, role play, or just photos….but it is also a way of letting you join me sometimes, not all my photos are stories as you know, very often they are your eyes, and my writing is your ears….of when I am playing with my girls in the old spanking mill.

As if being tied up in a school uniform between two pillars in an old mill, after being chased up a set of stairs by some old man is the most natural thing in the world, she looks up to the ceiling…

…”I love this roof.”

“You loved the stairs too.

She chuckled. “I think I just love it here, with you, it suits you.”

“Yes, old and decrepit.” I smile back.

“No….old and nice!”

We then shared one of those moments where if I wrote of them you would think it a flight of fancy. A moment when it is obvious we are friends, and more. It’s hard to explain…so I won’t try.

She gets thoughtful, she is an intelligent girl, we talked of times past, and how it must have been with the mill girls, a strong bond of friendship in a hard life. She was lost in her own thoughts as I walked slowly around her.

I broke her trance when I walked all the way around her, reached up into her green gingham school summer dress, and slowly slid her navy blue knickers down.

“Ooooh, there’s a draft on my bottom Mr.Jones.”

“Well if it’s cold, don’t worry, I’ll warm it thoroughly for you.” I replied in my soft voice.

“Oh you are so kind!”

With toes together and trapping the knickers, she waited for her next instruction, looking down at her knickers.

“Will you jiggle your knees and make them drop to your ankles please?”

She did so, with a giggle, and saying “wiggle wiggle wiggle” softly as she did.

“Perfect Kate! I like watching navy blue school knickers slide down.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She laughed, as once more I walked behind her.

I lifted her green gingham dress and told her to bend her knees a little.

I stood and studied the delightful sight before me. She likes this a lot, ‘to be appreciated and admired.’ I stroked her bottom curves a while. Then I walked around to her front, to admire the view from that side.

“Hmmmm, not quite enough flesh.” I thought, and made adjustments.

She did what I wanted, without asking. Her head fell. “Do you feel vulnerable?”

“Yes, very.”

“But safe with me….yes?”

“Of course, I would only do all this with you.”

“But you like to feel vulnerable and a bit scared, yes?”

“Very much.”

“Show me.” I said and walked around her, clicking my camera.

“Are you getting cold?”

“A bit yes.”

“Well Kate, you have done exactly what I wanted, and shown me what tied up and vulnerable looks like, thank you. Lets go down and have a cup of tea and warm up.”

“Will you still spank me?”

“Of course.”

Asa

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Whippingham Fitness Camp part 5

I had to admit that I did deserve that spanking at the hand of our nutritionist, but I wouldn’t be called a chicken. I was, of course, mortified to have been punished, on the bare in front of the whole class, but it was a matter of honor. I am not a chicken! Later on, I was quite proud to have been given high five by my dorm-mates.

A few days later, we visited the boys of the local soccer team at their nearby training camp. Miss Principal announced. “You will be wearing your classroom uniform while travelling, and you are to pack your sports bags.”

With boys in the bargain, we didn’t mind too much our shortish skirts. Our coaches handed each of us a pair of gym shorts. “We don’t want the boys going gaga over your burumas.”

The boys offered a warm and teasing welcome. A few girls giggled for pats on the back of their skirts, a few more slapped the enterprising hands. We changed into our sports uniforms with improved shorts. After a warming up drill, we were separated into two teams. I was happy to be in the same team as my friend June, and our dorm mates. Each team was organized by one of our coaches. A selection of boys was appointed as referees, others sat on the sidelines to enjoy the match.

Our captain was lucky to draw the first engagement, and we charged. As a forward outfielder, I had run ahead, hoping for a pass. When I got the ball, I successfully dribbled it by an opposing midfielder. The boys cheered. “Come on red head!” Next, I escaped a defender. The boys went wild. “Go for it red thighs!”

I didn’t have time to blush for that comment, which was referring to Mr. Muesli having decorated my thighs for my impertinence. “Shoot it carrot head! Shoot!”

I shot, and the ball missed the goals by a mile! The boys jeered. “Spank her! On the bare! We want to see if her muff matches her hair!” I blushed at those comments, but I was more upset to have wasted a great opportunity.

As we were all quite fit, thanks to Whippingham’s special program, it was a hard fought game. We did score one goal, but our opponents equaled that a few minutes later. Both coaches promised the belt for their team, if defeated.

In the last few minutes of the game, we were still tied, and facing an attack. As a front line player, I was in the middle of the field ready for a counter attack. I couldn’t see the details, but I heard the boys chanting. “It’s a goal!” I wasn’t the only one to imagine the impeding sting in our tails. A few were already instinctively rubbing the seat of their shorts.

While the other team and their coach were chanting, “We are the champions!” Our coach bellowed, “You’re lucky that I won’t be belting your butts in front of the boys!” A number of boys overheard and teasingly protested.

Back to our locker-room our coach pulled some kind of trestle in the middle of the room. “All of you, take off your shorts and knickers and line up!”

While we were taking off our shorts and knickers before lining up, our opponents, who were peering through the opened door, cheered. “Strip your clams!”

Miss Coach added. “Six of the very best with my trusty belt!”

Our captain was first to bend over that trestle. She had to be on tip toes to grab the lower rang. She couldn’t help having to part her legs to keep her balance.

“As the captain, you’re getting eight!”

She got the last two across the top of her thighs. With our short uniform skirt, she will have to be very careful to hide those vivid belt marks from the boys.

“April, you’re next, and you’re getting seven because of that sloppy shot!”

I couldn’t help offering my girly secrets for the jeering opposing team. “Spread them wide red beaver!”

I was warned, “You will remember that last one, my girl!” Having said that, she vigorously whacked my thighs. “OH! AIE! AIE! AIE!”

Then I joined the already punished line up with both hands rubbing my well toasted buns. I no longer cared to be showing my curls. 

After having changed into my uniform skirt, I tugged it as far down as it would go. As we walked out of the boys’ clubhouse, I suddenly felt a cooling draft for my fiery nates. Some imp had raised my skirt, or was it the wind?

I twirled on the spot and slapped the closest boy. He protested, “Hey! Ouch! It wasn’t me.”

“Soz!”

I scanned all the grinning boys, and couldn’t spot the culprit. From their wide smiles, I could tell that they had an eyeful. I again blushed as they commented.

“That’s a lovely red bum!”

“It’s quite fitting for a red head!”

I shrugged, and noticed that I had slapped one of the best looking boys.

April and June

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…and so as I and you all… have slept since part one. So have the characters in the sroty, but in the story only one night has passed, and the rest of Kate’s selfies, in Miss Kenworthy’s Study, have steadily been uploading to Kate’s ‘Only Fans’ page.

Here is the rest of the set, that steadily came up at half hour intervals, delighting her army of only fans followers. The evening sun lit up their screens, in a sort of sexy half light.

4. 12.30 a.m …at half past midnight, her stream began clicking in, Kate was asleep, Miss Kenworthy was asleep, so was the cleaner who had reported seeing Kate come out of the study that evening, as she came back with some cleaning equipment.

5. 1.00 a.m.

6. 1.30 a.m

7. 2.00 a.m

8. 2.30 a.m.

9. 3.00 a.m.

10. 3.30 a.m.

The next photos of her were of her wiggling her bottom, she had not been brave enough to self spank, or masturbate, maybe next time.

11. 4.00 a.m.

12. 4.30 a.m.

All her followers loved her to do naughty girl looks, biting her lip, finger in mouth, hands at mouth doing ‘oops’, a lollipop….that sort of thing.

She wrote a message to be posted at 5.00

13. 5.00. a.m.

“Hello everyone, as you read this I will be asleep, naked, apart from my navy blue school knickers that I sleep in, which will probably still be wet from the juices of my cunt, after fingering myself and rubbing the crotch over my clit. I hope you masturbate too, boys and girls…let me know. I might be brave enough to spank myself or masturbate next time. Just think…if ever I am caught, I will be spanked in this very room. Maybe I should hide a web cam somewhere, and set it to transmit as I knock on the door for my punishment…would you like that?

14. 5.30. a.m……I know you like me to look like a naughty girl, and lets face it, I am!!!

15. 6.00. a.m.

At 7.00 a.m. her alarm went off, and she reached over for her phone sleepily, pulling her navy blue knickers up….”oooh, still a bit wet!” she said to herself. She switched her phone on, she had gone viral. 4325 comments, 62317 views, 109 e-mails. All fitlthy! Dripping cocks, wet pussies, and lurid descriptions of what they would like to happen. But the overriding suggestion, was….get a web cam, the will pay well if she does, live spankings of a real naughty school girl is what they craved. She put her ‘masturbation soiled knickers’ up for sale (by auction), the last pair went for £52.35p and she hoped that after this, these might go for more.

She masturbated, showered, masturbated again, and put her school uniform on. She was happy, and getting rich. She went off to school.

The cleaner masturbated, thinking of Kate being punished, got showered, and dressed, and went off to the shops.

Miss Kenworthy got up, dressed in a short nightie, which was decorated as a Saint Trinian’s Naughty Schoolgirl (she had had it printed herself on line). She bent over before her mirror and winked. She put on her phone and clicked on Kate’s site, she had secretly followed her for months. The naughty girl, going in her Study. She read the posts, and masturbated, fantastically. She then showered, dressed, picked up her web cam, ate some cereal sprinkled with seeds, and drove to school, feeling happy…very happy indeed.

She set up the web cam angled at her desk.

She sat back, and set it running.

“Hmmm, lets see what is in store for you today.” She said as she smiled at her camera, and looked back to her desk. To read the cleaners note, which was tucked into the top of her ‘To do’ Book. She feigned anger and shock.

“It seems a naughty girl has been in my study last night! I know who it is, the cleaner who saw her has left a note. She picked up her phone, rang the Prefects Room, and asked the Head Girl, Charlotte, to bring Kate to her door.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door…

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The peace did not last long, they are in detention for Christ’s sake!! They have been told only five minutes ago that any chatter, or any noise at all, would not be tolerated.

Yet echoing down the corridor from their room, next door to mine, it began. Laughter, shrieks, and loud talking. I have had enough already, they have been warned…

Enough is enough. I screwed the top onto my Parker Pen, and made my way. They were blissfully unaware!

I burst through the door.”QUIEEEEEEET!!!!!!!”

“Have I not just told you, explicitly, why you are here and what will happen if you make any noise? Do you think I do it as some form of lung and voice box exercise!!?? Stand up! All of you, I have had enough…stand up now!”

They could see I meant business, and silently…at last!…they stood. I told them to come to me…”Come and stand here, facing me, by the form.”

They moved to where I had instructed them.

They stood before me.

“You naughty girls! …….What are you?”

With lilting voices akin to some Seaside Pier Head Music Hall, they chimed in unison, with pretty smiles…”We are all naughty girls Mr.Jones, sorry Mr.Jones Sir.”

I said quite clinically. “Your charm offensive will not work with me. Stand straight, show me the respect I deserve and expect!”

“You will all be leaving with very, very sore bottoms tonight!

“Turn around, face the form. Lift up your gym slips.”

There before me were three perfectly laundered, crisp white pairs of school knickers. Filled with pleasingly firm ripe young bottoms. Perfect for punishing. “Take your knickers down!” I said sharply.

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A few people have asked me over the years how I found myself becoming a disciplinarian and being involved in the spanking world. 

Like many people the spanking need is probably deep inside and you just need a trigger, a situation or a specific experience . There was however for me a couple of catalysts that seem to have opened a subconscious door, a door that had spanking practitioner emblazoned  on it, not unlike a Headmasters sign over the study door.  

As I have previously mentioned one was my sister moving to an all girls school at aged 15, a school that  didn’t shy away from using corporal punishment as and when they deemed fit.

I will elaborate more on this in future stories but needless to say the fact that she and her friends would tell me about the slipperings and canings on an almost daily basis had me spellbound and greatly intrigued. 

Sadly not long after my sister left school and started in the sixth form my father passed away suddenly. It was a great shock but we all rallied and got through a most difficult time. One person who was a marvelous help was a family friend of my mother’s… a lady called Moira who lived almost opposite us and was in our house as much as she was hers. Moira was in her mid thirties, quite short, with a slim figure and one peach of a bottom, she often wore tight slacks as was fashionable at the time with the fabric moulding itself to her plump little bottom. Many a time I watched her wiggle her way across the road between our houses. Watching her delightful derrière swaying from side to side. The downside of Moira was she was basically a slouch, she’d sit and smoke, drink tea and chatter all day if she could and she did this mostly at our house. 

I often fantasised in my mind about putting her over my knee and warming her bottom with the flat of my hand for sitting around and not doing anything productive.

Then one day Moira really made my ears prick up when discussing something about her school, (a school between Luton and Dunstable in Bedfordshire), I can’t remember exactly how the conversation started but I do remember her telling  my mother that she had been caned once at school and her parents were there and that the same evening her father gave her a good hiding for getting the cane!  I was gobsmacked but far too shy to ask any details. I just watched her bottom more intently from that point on imagining the cane swishing across her seat! 

Moira helped my mother redecorate the house not long after that conversation and unintentionally found a spanking notebook I had been keeping. It contained a few stories, a few pictures and some notes I had made, nothing too shocking but still, to have it found by someone was very embarrassing. I only found out about the discovery when she handed me the notebook and said that it was maybe a good idea if I had kept it somewhere a little safer. Obviously I was embarrassed and probably went a shade of deep red but I took it and thanked her.  

A few weeks later things started to happen. (in a spanking sense)

She would say the odd thing or would look and smile, I was convinced she had read it all and probably told someone.  I really wanted to approach the subject with her but didn’t know how to. Eventually she broke the ice. We were sitting in the kitchen and my mother had left for work and Moira asked my if I had put my notebook somewhere safe.  I told her I had and she asked why I liked spanking women’s bottoms.  To this day I can’t remember my response but we went on to talk about spanking in great detail. I told her that my sister had been caned at school. She said she was aware and felt partly responsible, I was puzzled. It turned out that on occasion Moira had brought cigarettes for my sister. These had been the reason she had found herself  at times bending over in the headmasters study for a “sixer “ I couldn’t believe it !  Feeling a bit more relaxed and braver I told Moira that she also needed a spanking for supply them. She laughed but agreed I was  right. 

It’s at times like these that the conversation could have died. That laugh could have signaled the time for a change of subject but I pushed on.  “Ok then it’s not too late” I said.

Moira looked at me and laughed nervously “ you really want to spank me?” 

“Yes I replied” 

 “Okay then.” she stood up walked towards me. I was seated on kitchen stool. She looked at me, smiled and then lay herself over one of my knees. I still look back on that moment and still remember vividly the look she gave me as she bent forward. Her brown shoulder length hair falling over  her face. 

Looking down all I could see what her plump little bottom filling a pair of green cargo pants that were so thin as to be almost threadbare. The seam riding up and separating her buttocks in to two distinct mounds. I lifted her slightly higher, her feet were off the ground now stretching the green fabric even tighter. I couldn’t believe this was happening, a woman fifteen years older than me laying over my knee waiting for me to spank her bottom. I think at this point my disciplinary side took over. I looked at my palm and then Moiras plump cheeks. I looked for the fullest spot, the swell of the cheeks and brought my palm down to meet the soft mound …

WHACK!! My palm met her right cheek which flattened under the impact!! “ow!!!!! “Moira screamed. The left was next… Splat. The same response “Ow” her buttocks jiggled within its thin material casing. SMACK!! The next landed. Her head shot back and her heels kicked. Left cheek  …., SMACK!….. right cheek …. SMACK! ….,.left cheek….. SMACK! …., right cheek and so on. Moira continued with the Oww‘ s and ouches. The legs continued to writhe and I continued to spank…

I was now beginning to enjoy the feel of her bottom beneath my palm and her reactions. I stopped for a moment. Moira hung her head low, her hair disheveled and falling around her face , she was breathing heavily. I rested my hand on her bottom, the heat evident to the touch. My hand travelled in small circles across her twin mounds, the material smooth to my touch. I looked down at her and said “ You should have never have given her anything that would have got her into trouble.”

Moira’s was still breathing heavily and I detected a very quiet “yes”. I decided to redouble my efforts.  I like to spank quickly at times, not letting one cheek rest before revisiting the  same spot again, this way the bottom continually dances and Moira’s plump cheeks did the spanking dance that day. My hand landed on the crest of both mounds over and over again…. SMACK!!!!……. SMACK!……….SPLAT!…….SMACK! 

Moira responded OOOOOWWWW!!!!! I decided to finish with a volley of spanks landing on the twin peaks of her mound. My palm sank in deeply, flattening both buttocks and no doubt leaving an imprint of my hand. 

By now Moira’s protestations had changed low sobs and moans.. the last six landed on her sit spot .  I stopped. She lay there, draped over one knee, not quite sobbing but almost. She slid off my knee and stood on the floor leaning into my thigh, her hands gently rubbing her red hot cheeks. … she looked up at me.

Her eyes were moist and her hair still disheveled and hiding most of her face, she blew the hair from her  face and exclaimed “ Christ.., you know what you are doing , that bloody hurt ….. my poor arse!”   

I wanted to laugh. I could see by the look on her face that a spanking was at least partially sexual for Moira… for me it can be both and as a young man that spanking certainly registered in that way. She gingerly sat on her chair and we drank tea.  It was the first time but not the last. I spanked her for many years. I banned her from smoking in our house. Every time she did it meant a spanking, or a slippering, or a caning. I think over the years we tried every implement there was , Sometimes we used her house or mine if it was empty.  It did become a sexual liaison too, but that’s another story.  

Eventually Moira moved to Scotland but we remained friends for many years, friends with a secret, I feel I owe her a great deal for nurturing my spanking interest.

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After Charlotte had finished giving their slut a good spanking with the plimsol, they unfastened her.

And moved her on to the next piece of apparatus they had set up.

Kate said, quite matter of factly, “I think the cane might give away what happens next!”

Samantha chuckled, “All you have to find out is who is caning you and how many strokes you get!”

“Over you get….pet.” Chuckled Charlotte.

“Well, you know who now, lets answer the next part!” Samantha said cooly.

“I have not heard you count or thank me yet….slut!”

“Sorry Mistress…..three, thank you Mistress!”

She thanked and counted up to six, and got one extra for not counting the first two. “

It was time to move on to the next apparatus. “Come along slut!” Said Kate as she tugged on her leash…

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“When these are down, I am going to pick my cane up, and cane your pretty little bottom from cold. So be ready for it. I am eager to start.” The Governess of Spanking Dreams told her Princess Spanky.

“And I am ready for you to begin, I mean, really ready Mistress.” Replied Charlotte eagerly.

She blew on her pet’s bottom. “oooooooooh” shivered her pet in delight. Then she walked to the desk, picked up her cane and began, with no real warning, other than what she had said earlier.

THWACK!!!

“Owwwwww.”

Very soon the welts began to rise, bringing instant delight to both pussies.

Samantha loved to see them, and took pride in her spacing, the sound of both the whacks and her pet’s shrieks excited her to the core.

The pain struck every submissive chord in Princess Spanky’s psyche. From the moment the cane landed, she gasped and squealed, and even at that very moment, she knew how she would be caressing the raised welts during masturbation in her bed, that night, with Samantha doing the same, by her side, naked, as they talked of it, using their favourite key words.

But she knew this was not the only punishment today, what else would the be talking of that night?

The pace quickened, soon rapid fire cracks of the cane echoed around the room, with squeals from Charlotte close behind them, chasing them around the room.

Calmness descended, mutual masturbation orgasms followed, it was time for the bottom to fade, and create a bare blank canvas, for what was to follow with the dragon tail tawse, in just a few minutes time, in the room next door…

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There was a brief pause as the ‘over the knee’ bare bottom spanking of the naughty boy, before the girls, came to an end.

“Owww, I am sorry Miss, I will never be a naughty boy again.” Said the boy, thinking it was over and pushing himself up.

“Why, my dear boy, it is almost as if you think it is all over. Do you really think a bare bottom hand spanking is enough for a boy who masturbates in class? I am afraid you are sadly mistaken, that was only the beginning.” Miss Kenwworthy chuckled.

The girls giggled excitedly, this was wonderful news and just what they hoped for.

Miss Kenworthy deftly reached behind her for the tawse. “Stand up boy, and bend over there!”

He looked horrified at the sight of the tawse.

The girls slowly got more vociferous, and encouraged Miss Kenworthy.

“Oh well done Miss kenworthy, he deserves this doesn’t he?” Put forward Kate.

“He most certainly does!”

“Are you going to make him squeal Miss?” Asked Suzette.

“Oh most certainly!”

“I bet he will be jumping about by the end Miss.” Added Charlotte.

“Then you girls must restrain him for me if her does!”Miss Kenworthy said, as she stood and made her way to the trembling naughty boy.

PLEASE NOTE:- THIS ALL TOOK PLACE AT ONE OF MY EVENTS, PEOPLE WERE WATCHING!!

Miss Kenworthy checked the area and adjusted her position. Then kicked off her shoes.

“Oooooh you really do mean business Miss Kenworthy, don’t you?” Asked a very excited Charlotte bobbing up and down on her seat excitedly.

Tossing her beautifully maintained hair back, Miss Kenworthy replied, “I do indeed!”

She positioned herself.

Then she began……THWAAAAACK!

THWACK!!! “Oowwwwww!”

THWACK!!!! “Owwwwwwwooooh!”

CRACK!!! “EEEEEEEEOWWWWW!”

CRACK!!!!! “AIEEEEEOWWWWWOOOOHHH!!”

The girls laughed at his squealing and poked fun at him as he got his spanking. “He is squealing like a girl!” ” Make him jump high Miss Kenworthy!” “Ohh, oh, oh this serves you right you naughty boy!” “Yes, all naughty boys deserve bright red bottoms, give it him good and hard Miss!”

THWACK!! “Yieeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwww!”

How the girls laughed and giggled at his plight, poking fun at a very naughty boy getting his bare bottom thrashed before the girls was great fun, ….they loved it, and were bouncing up and down in their seats urging Miss Kenworthy on, and on, and on…

She rose to the occassion magnificently…

THWACK, THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!!

” Owwww, oooooh ouch, owwww!!

THWACK, CRACK, THWACK!!!!

“OOOOOOOH!!!!!! OWWWWWOOOWWWWOOOWWWWOOW” “YIEEEEOWWWW!!!”

THWACK!!!!……..She paused for a few seconds and gave him some smacks by hand. “You are starting to jump boy! Girls, …..you two, Charlotte and Kate, come and hold him still, it is time to show him what a real good thrashing on the bare is like!!”

“Ohhh yes Miss Kenworthy, lets show him!!”

“Oh please, yes, I would love to hold him for you and watch him get the spanking of his life Miss Kenworthy!”

Overjoyed at being asked, and very excited to see a bottom thrashed hard close up, to two girls came trotting up to each side of him.

The poor whimpering naughty boy could do nothing.

“Hold him tight and keep him still girls!”

“Yes Miss!”

“Yes Miss!”

Both girls thought this was the best class ever!!

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