Saturday, July 21, 2012

70 INTAKE


~Chapter 70~
INTAKE

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My hands quake as I catch the top lines of text on the page:

LOTUS ON THE HUDSON:
Therapeutic Boarding School For Sexually Deviant Girls

My eyes leap off the page and seek out the hastily retreating dark form of my Master, apparently off to turn our apartment into some kind of kinky rehab center for wayward girls. Like me. Taking a deep breath, I read further:

At Lotus On The Hudson, our mission is to heal young souls with an unfortunately overactive libido. Through tried and true corrective techniques, we redirect excessively lustful girls so that they may lead productive lives.

Providing a highly structured program for your daughter, we will teach her to sublimate her urges to the Higher Power- personified by Headmaster Edward Cullen, Ph.D., Masters in Educational Discipline.

Ohmygawd. Master is wicked! And not only that, he’s obviously poured hours of thought into fleshing out this scenario, even providing “client testimonials”:

“Our daughter-devil left here three months ago, and we were returned a sweet, innocent angel!” ~Felicia, mother of Sage-17
“It’s nothing short of a miracle! No more fights about slutty clothing, partying, or blowjobs!” ~Hiram, father of Sally Sue-13 
“Headmaster Cullen has a way with these girls…I don’t know what he’s doing up there on the Hudson, but I can tell you, he gets RESULTS!” ~Brytny, mother of twins, Chastity and Patience-14
  
So I’m meant to be the “before” picture then? I flip the paper nervously to the character bios on the back—my first choice to make.

Character 1: Wendy “Wildcat” Wells, 15, is one of those girls lovingly referred to from an early age as “a handful.” Her parents report clashes over foul language, tattoos and piercings, revealing clothing, an endless stream of nameless, faceless tomcats, and recently, trouble with authority at school. She seems to revel in her ‘bad girl’ status, and her parents feel they’ve lost all control. Wendy is blatantly over-sexualized and distracted from her studies. They feel that Lotus is a last-ditch effort before Wendy finds herself in trouble with the law, or worse. 
Character 2: Merry “Mild-Mannered” Mills, 17, presented in early adolescence with ‘Good Girl Syndrome.’ An only child and straight-A student through 8th grade, when hormones muddled her mind and sent her on a downward spiral, Merry began spending all of her free time alone in her room. Concerned and suspicious, her parents hired a forensic expert to perform a data dump on her hard drive. Browser history revealed copious amounts of internet porn, including fetish stories she herself had been writing and posting.  Her parents fear she is headed on a dangerous trajectory and seek to “nip this thing in the bud.” 

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I can only imagine what’s going through Isabella’s head right now.  Yes, it’s an elaborate staging, and I’ve put many hours of deep, lust-filled thought into the scene, not to mention back-breaking writing and editing. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it; solid preparation is essential to success.

Besides, having given birth to those rules, I get it. Writing pornographic material makes a person good and horny. A guy simply cannot hover over the keyboard wondering, Now what kind of consequence will I mete out for a girl who sticks her fingers inside her pussy? without growing harder than marble.

Knowing she’s reading the setup and the Lotus Disciplinary Manual, I’m getting hard all over again. She’ll be here in four minutes, Headmaster, so you best quit messing around.

I’ve changed out of my earlier outfit, not that it was necessarily wrong for the scene, but because I don’t want to call to mind the boyfriend who just took her to brunch with his folks. So I’ve ditched jeans for a pair of khakis with a woven belt, slipped on my dark burgundy tassel loafers over the rarely selected argyle dress socks, and pulled on a denim button-down with a casual tie and my old corduroy jacket with the suede elbow patches. I look highly Headmasterful, if I do say so myself.

Sliding the dining room table toward the front door, I move away all but two chairs and toss a legal pad and pen in front of my seat. I just have time to straighten my tie and grab her submissive bracelet when there’s a knock at the door. I feel the usual jolt of excitement at the beginning of any scene, but this time, it’s amplified by the element of the unknown.

Which persona did she choose? The one that was obviously closer to her own story, or the bad girl she’s never had a chance to be? Either one will be uniquely Isabella and me, and I cannot wait one more moment to find out.

I draw open the door, and her choice is instantaneously obvious.

Buttoned up from head to toe and wrapped inside her scarf and cap so that the only skin showing is a sliver of her forehead above wide, blinking eyes, my “unfortunate” student awaits.

“You must be Miss Mills,” I greet her as warmly as possible. “Come in. Let’s get you unwound.”

She nods briefly and steps inside.

“I’ll take your bag. You won’t be needing anything other than what we provide.”

She surrenders her handbag with trepidation, accurately sensing the last shards of control slipping away.

“I’m Headmaster Cullen,” I tell her, holding out my right hand. “You may call me ‘Headmaster.’”

She uncrosses her arms and places her gloved right hand inside mine. “Nice to meet you, Headmaster.”

I can’t discern how much of her nervousness is due to acting the character, and how much is genuine anxiety. Either way, she’s playing the role beautifully and I don’t mind her jumpiness; it’s fresh and real.

Stepping back, I slide my hands into my pants pockets. “Take off your hat and scarf for me and place them on the floor.”

She peels off her woolen hat and sets it carefully on the floor near her feet. Slowly, modestly, she unwinds the scarf and smooths down her hair when static makes it fly in every direction. I move my eyes to her discarded hat and she obediently sets her folded scarf on top.

“Gloves.” Same procedure.

“Coat.” She seems a bit surprised that she’s to place her coat on the floor, yet she folds it carefully and complies.

She stands awkwardly in front of me for a moment, not quite knowing what to do with her hands.

“I have something for you,” I say, holding out my left hand and demanding her arm. She understands when I pull her bracelet out of my pocket and fasten it around her wrist. “Do you understand what this means?”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“Good.” I walk over to the table and pull out the chair for her. “Have a seat, Miss Mills.”

She sits demurely and I push her in, establishing my dominance and sealing her at the table. The intake interview begins.

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“Do you know why you’re here?” he asks, the timbre of the voice familiar, but the Headmaster guise so convincing I’m having a hard time seeing my Master or my Edward. This new man instills a chilling sense of foreboding inside me, yet somehow, he manages to comfort at the same time.

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“Tell me.”

Oh god. Confess your sins, Merry Mills/Isabella Marie Swan/princess.

“I have a problem.”

He smiles. “Yes, so it seems. Details, Miss Mills.”

He’s drawing me out, asking me to create with him, build on the character he started. “I seem to be experiencing…inappropriate desires.”

He picks up the pen and makes some notations on the yellow pad. “What kind of desires?” He looks up, meeting my eyes on that last word.

“Um…sexual?”

“Are you asking me or telling me, Miss Mills?”

He cocks his head slightly, his impenetrable, green eyes bearing into me, leaving no room for half-truths. “I’m telling you, Headmaster. They’re sexual.”

“And what do you do when you have these desires?”

“Sometimes I look at pictures.”

He records my answer, then looks up at me. “Pictures of what, exactly?”

I feel the blood rush to my face, recalling the sites I used to visit, before Edward, before Master, before my every fantasy was so readily fulfilled by real life. My voice drops to a whisper. “Naked bodies.”

“You’re going to need to speak up, Miss Mills.”

“Naked bodies, Headmaster,” I repeat, flushing. He gazes at me, long and hard, his eyes roaming down my sweater, my nipples tightening in response.

“Well, nudity can be beautiful, artistic. What are these naked bodies doing?”

“Usually, there’s a man in charge of a girl. Like, holding her down or…” Oh god, I cannot believe how hard this is to say. After everything.

“Or what?”

“Or spanking her.”

His eyes flash, but he maintains a stoic expression. “Spanking excites you?”

Yes. Enormously. So much so that just reading about the disciplinary action for touching myself had me wet and sticky between my legs, out on the frigid streets of New York City just minutes ago.

“Yes,” I say softly.

“Louder, Miss Mills. I can’t hear you.”

“I said yes, Headmaster. Spanking excites me.”

He shakes his head side to side and makes a large scrawl on his pad, underlining it several times. The certainty of an imminent spanking causes me to sway in my chair.

“Have you ever been properly kissed?” he asks impatiently.

“No, Headmaster.”

 “Ever been touched, sexually?”

“You mean by someone else?”

He smirks, and I wonder if I’ve just given him a new idea. “Yes.”

“No.” Surely, this will be a point in my favor.

“No intercourse then?” He sounds almost disappointed.

“No, Headmaster. Definitely not.”

“Hmmm,” he seems to ponder. “Yet you spend your days watching other people have sex and you write about ways this might eventually happen to you?”

“I’m afraid so.” Shame washes over Merry Mills and every part of me is aroused.

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It’s as familiar for her to slip into Merry’s character as it was sliding on her gloves at the restaurant, but there’s more to her choice than convenience. It allows her a certain opportunity for examination, if not full-blown catharsis, for her seemingly deviant ideals—as a seventeen-year-old girl. For a moment, I see my Isabella as this young girl, tragically hidden away behind shame and denial, sowing the seeds of desperate private fantasies to be repressed and ignored for as many years again as she’s already lived.

I stand suddenly, moved by the urgent drive to harness the potential of this scene.

“Well then, Miss Mills, you and I have a lot of work to do together, don’t we?”

“Yes, Headmaster,” she agrees anxiously.

“Have you read the rules?”

Her blush deepens. “Yes.”

“So you understand the consequences involved in repeating any of your deviant behaviors here?”

“Yes.”

“So,” I push, “You understand that if you touch your genitals, with any part of your body or foreign object, you will receive a spanking.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” she says in a heated rush of breath that makes its way straight to my crotch.

“And you are aware that if, by this manipulation, you should experience a sexual climax, you will receive a …harsh …paddling?”

She pulls her splayed fingers through the length of her hair before answering, “Yes, I understand.”

“And we’ll have to make an example of you for the entire school?”

“I read that, Headmaster.” It’s a half-question I choose to ignore. She’ll find out when the situation arises.

Time for good cop. “Now, Miss Mills, you do understand that this is all for your own good, I hope? I don’t want to have to turn you over my knee and lift your skirt and pull down your panties.” She pales, and the signs of arousal are written all over her face. I lift my palm dramatically. “I don’t want to have to strike your behind with my bare hand, over and over. You do understand that, right?” Okay, not exactly good cop as much as insincere cop.

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“Good,” I smile. “In that case, you know exactly what not to do.” My implication is clear and my message is received.

“I do.”

“Excellent. Then follow me.”

Sweeping the bag containing her costume from the floor, I lead her to the powder room, denying her the use of Isabella’s guest room. Handing her the clothing, I instruct, “You have eight minutes to change into your uniform, and put the clothes you’re wearing into this bag. Just leave your boots next to the bag in the corner. After that, your treatment will begin.

“And Miss Mills, absolutely no touching of your genitalia when you’re out of my sight.”

“I understand,” she answers, slipping inside and closing the door, but only after watching my eyes for permission.

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I’ve been tied down, trussed up, prodded, clamped, teased; on my knees, spread-eagle, led on leash; humiliated, denied and forced. And here I am, actually ordered to put on clothing, an entire outfit, including underwear, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt more aroused. If I have, thinking about it right now will only make matters worse.

I hastily yank away my sweater and bra, eager to be unencumbered of Isabella. It takes me a tick longer to unbuckle my boots with shaky fingers, but I manage the hardware and  slide them down, my tights and skirt following swiftly behind. I take the tiny Catholic-School-Girl-esque plaid skirt from the array of pieces spilled across the tiny vanity. Helpfully modified by the manufacturers of Sluts ‘R’ Us, the skimpy bottom sits below my belly button and barely, BARELY covers my goods. Headmaster has selected my very thin pair of paper-thin white panties, the ones I modeled for Master the night of the kinky fashion show, which he promised then and there I’d be wearing again. I pull them on and a large, telltale clear spot appears, sure to catch Headmaster’s notice.

Stretching a white knee sock around my heel and over my calf, I mentally scroll through the pages of rules. Oh shit.

Evidence of physical arousal is distracting and detrimental to the therapeutic atmosphere and will be eliminated.

I frown into the mirror; with my skirt lifted, I can clearly see the curls of my dark pubic hairs through the transparent wet circle. And well beyond the simple outline, I can easily discern the stark details as well—namely, a bright, puffy, rounded “W” formed by my lower lips…"W" for wet.

Anticipating Headmaster’s discovery and imagining what constitutes “eliminating the evidence” bring forth a fresh spurt of clear liquid to compound my humiliation.

Meanwhile, my eight minutes tick speedily by. I manage the second sock and crouch to fasten the first of three separate bow buckles across the provided Mary Jane, standard school uniform issue, but for the screaming red patent-leather and what has to be a five-inch spike heel.

Forcing the final flimsy metal pin through the corresponding half-poked hole, I struggle to fasten the second shoe quicker, certain I’m nearing the deadline.

I snag the bra from where it’s tossed over the sink, and in my haste, unwittingly entangle the straps around the spigot.  

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

When I finally clasp the hooks together between my breasts, I can feel my heart beating right into my hands. I have made it a point never to be late for Master, and today’s punishment is non-negotiable.

Tardiness will not be tolerated under any circumstances. Offenses are punishable at the sole discretion of the Headmaster.
 
I will my jittery fingertips to button faster, but the cheap polyester buttonholes are unforgiving, and the fabric is already tightly strained across my chest. Has he purposely ordered me a size too small? The buttons only reach as high as the bra clasp at best, and when I perform my final self-check in the mirror, I note with horror that not only is far too much flesh exposed, but to add further insult to harlotry, my bold, sharp nipples protrude obscenely through the flimsy covering.

Bending with great care from the altitude of the ridiculous shoes, I gather and stuff my earlier outfit into the provided bag.  Sliding the boots and bag into the corner behind the toilet, I grab the doorknob.

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She knows.

I’m poised just outside the bathroom door, one hand on my hip and the other curled in front of me, where Master’s watch seals her fate. She can’t meet my eye at first, and her downward-cast gaze gives me the chance to openly ogle her, not that I wouldn’t have done it anyway. But this way, I have a chance to gather myself after getting two eyefuls of Schoolgirl-Fantasy-Meets-Hot-Bodied-Submissive-On-Sex-Heels. 

Thank you, God!

She’s in blatant violation of at least two rules right now, starting with that leaky pussy peeking out from under the tartan plaid, but I clear my throat and start with the most obvious infraction.

“You’re three minutes late.”

“I’m sorry, Headmaster,” she says meekly, attempting to meet my eyes. “The buckles were really—”

“Excuses?” I interrupt. “You’re not one of those girls who blames circumstances, are you, Miss Mills?”

“No, Headmaster,” she answers miserably, realizing she’s compounded her error.

“I’m afraid you’re going to need to acquaint yourself with the corner, Miss Mills.”

Her face becomes one horrified question mark.

“Yes, you heard me correctly. It’s old school, but highly effective. Come, I’ll show you.”

I take her elbow and she jumps at my touch. “I’m not going to hurt you, Miss Mills.” Letting my eyes drop lasciviously to her nipples, I add, “Not yet, anyway.”

She gasps and I lead her carefully toward the far corner of the living room, mindful of her treacherous shoes. I spin her away from me and press my hand to her lower back. “Nose to the wall.”

She takes one natural step forward, but I pull her hips back roughly. “Give me your hands,” I demand, and she passes them back immediately. I tuck one hand under the other and slide them together high enough along her back that she has to strain to hold them there. When I push down before letting go, she understands to stay that way, elbows wide, top half bent slightly forward.

This gives me a chance to really savor the view of her perfect bottom jutting out just below the micro skirt. I give myself a mental high-five for choosing the extra-small.

“Feet together, Miss Mills.  We don’t want to add promiscuity to your list of offenses, now do we?”

“No, Headmaster,” she answers softly, sliding her shoes together, no doubt recounting the consequences for said offense. Oh, poor Miss Mills. She’ll break all the rules before long, and I’ll be right here to chart her downfall.

“I’m setting my timer for fifteen minutes. That’s five minutes’ penalty for each minute you were late. Next time it will be ten. Understood?”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

I twist the dial of the kitchen timer and set it down by her feet. Torn between my desperation to touch her and my responsibility to the scene, I step away from the alluring  creature fully under my command. Nobody ever said being a dom was easy.

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The tiny red mark indicating my remaining sentence moves slower than death. My nose pressed to the cool plaster, I allow the thrilling humiliation to wash over me. It’s a shameful fantasy I’ve allowed myself time and time again, though never dressed in such a confusing jumble of chastity and promiscuity. Not technically bare and yet entirely exposed to his attention, or his utter inattention, for all I know.

His final command, though embarrassing in its implication that I would’ve preferred to have been spread open, was ultimately merciful; spreading my legs right now would likely lead to a mortifying gush of fluids. Bad enough my bottom is on obscene display for him.

Six minutes down, nine to go. My calves tighten and my arms feel the strain.

Eight minutes down. There’s an annoying tickle in my ear that gets worse the more I think about it.

Twelve minutes down. Why did he put this stupid timer where I can see it? All I can do is focus on the fact that it’s not moving!

Two minutes to go. I am going to make sure I never find myself in this predicament again.

Fourteen minutes down, one blessed minute more. I feel his watchful eyes on my back.

I know we’re playing and I haven’t really displeased Master. He’s given me several impossible tasks and precipitated my “failures.” This chastisement isn’t meant to truly punish or even teach; it’s a stimulant, pure and simple. And it’s worked like a charm.

The final countdown. I feel him behind me now, his loafers shooshing closer on the carpeting, the air displaced by his physical being.  He steps closer, without touching me, a shoe slides into my field of vision.

Setting aside aches, tickles and frustrations, I tighten my stomach muscles and breathe slowly and deliberately. I sink into Merry Mills and beg her not to get me into too much more trouble.

The loud “DING!” of the timer startles me, though I’ve been counting down internally since he set the clock. Headmaster is right there, with his hand on my joined hands.

“Easy,” he soothes, sliding my arms down my back, releasing the tension in my shoulders. “You can come out now.” He takes hold of my elbow and turns me slowly away from the wall. I have a hard time looking into his eyes, and I’m not even sure I’m supposed to.

“Have you learned your lesson?” He stands directly in front of me and tips his head in close, leaving me no escape from those burning eyes. So I have my answer then. The torture of having to face him eye-to-eye is the final humiliation.

“Yes, Headmaster.”

He nods. “All right. Then it’s time to move on to other…” sneaking his eyes to my chest, he continues, “pressing matters.”

My nipples seem to reach shamefully toward his eyeballs and I am powerless to stop this exchange.

“Tsk tsk, Miss Mills, I’m afraid we’re not going to get past the intake tonight at this rate.”

Suddenly, it strikes me that it was never his intention to move past “intake,” that he’s acclimating me to role play with this most delicious prologue, but leaving the door open to infinite possibilities for the future. Possibilities I’ll have a chance to help author. The idea thrills me. I instantly visualize Merry getting herself into all kinds of trouble at school, with this sexy, stern disciplinarian on hand to sort her out every time. And not only Merry, but her deviant classmates as well. I might choose to be Wendy next time, or who knows?…some other wayward overly lustful soul who might apply to Lotus in the future! I realize too late that my mind has wandered far afield when I find him glaring at me, hands on hips.

“Am I boring you, Miss Mills?”

“God no.”

“Repeat my last comment.”

Something about intake…damn, damn, damn! “We’re not going to get past the intake tonight.”

“Yes,” he huffs, “I said that right before I asked you if you understand why it’s not appropriate for you to walk around with your nipples poking out through your blouse!”

I gasp, realizing my terrible blunder. I can’t blame this one on Merry; this was pure Isabella Kink Factory Swan.

“Go and mark yourself a demerit on my chalkboard.”

Demerit? Shit. I read about those. They add up to bad stuff.

He points to the table where we had our initial meeting, and I see that there is now a small square chalkboard waiting for me. As I approach, I notice it’s divided by a vertical line down the middle, separating “Merits” on the left from “Demerits” on the right.  I pick up the sliver of white chalk and mark a tally on the unfortunate side.

“Now come back here so we can continue our conversation, that is, if I can manage to hold your attention.”

I teeter back to the obviously annoyed Headmaster.

“Have you ever seen a penis before?”

Gulp. My eyes immediately snap to his crotch, and he places a finger beneath my chin. “You’d be well advised to keep your eyes above my neck, young lady.”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“Answer the question.”

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“No, never.”

Of course, I drew Merry as a complete ingĂ©nue, never been kissed, never touched, never exposed to the delights of the opposite sex. And she plays it beautifully. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say this girl in front of me was a virgin. But I know way the hell better, and that is some heavy-duty acting.

Her fictionally restored virginity feeds my excitement level, which is already off the charts. I’m thinking we’re in for a whole lot more role play.

“Let me tell you something, Miss Mills. A penis is a highly responsive organ, and when excited, the penis becomes erect. Now, if you’re the one who happens to cause that erection, then you’d better be very, very careful to understand what kind of domino effect you’ve set into motion.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” she says.

“You need to know that those nipples,” I point to the offending buds, “and those sticky panties,” she gasps, “are causing all kinds of responses in me.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers contritely.

“Yes, well, ‘sorry’ doesn’t cut the mustard, Miss Mills. What do we do here with evidence of arousal?”

“Eliminate it,” she recites.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to cut off your nipples or pussy,” I tease, unable to refrain from stating the outrageous. “Let’s deal with the most egregious area first. Wait here.”

I move quickly to the kitchen and grab a bowl of warm water and a pastry brush I’ve never used and can’t remember purchasing. Returning to her side, I dip the brush into the water and paint over her panties, starting where she was already wet. She squirms when the moisture and soft bristles first make contact.

“Be still,” I admonish, and she immediately rights herself.

“Hmmm.” I step back to admire my handiwork. She is utterly exposed, every inch of her panties soaked and transparent. 

“I can see… everything,” I enunciate, “but at least now I don’t have your juices staring back at me, broadcasting that all you can think of is sticking your fingers inside that hot, wet pussy and getting yourself off.”

I raise a challenging brow, and she opens her mouth to speak but thinks better of it.

“Because we both know, that would lead to a spanking.”

She looks at me; I look at her. The gauntlet has been thrown. Arms at her sides, she has no way to block the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest. Her fingers twitch and curl inward. I see the wild gleam in her eye.

Only in the role play would I wish for her blatant disobedience.

Oh, please, dear God, stick your fingers in your panties.

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An insane, uncontrollable urge possesses me, a streak of rebellion so foreign, it nearly knocks me off my heels. It’s not simply that I’m wildly aroused; it’s the signals I’m picking up from Master—what he’s telegraphing me goes far beyond a suggestion to disobey, it’s an undeniable plea.

Do it. I want you to.

That’s all it takes. I lift my skirt out of the way with my left hand and plunge my right deep inside my soaked panties, instantly experiencing both enormous relief and unbearable anticipation. My eyes lock onto Master’s, and the intensity of his stare sends my fingers to their target like a heat-seeking missile destined for nothing short of the sun itself.

He makes no move to stop me, yet I know the threat exists, and I am dead certain that I couldn’t bear denial this time. Damn the consequences, I’m going to have this orgasm. My fingers circle faster and harder, drawing Master’s attention down to the exhibition.

His lips curl upward and his voice is low and dark. “You’ve just earned yourself a spanking.”

I don’t speak; I can’t. Every brain cell is engaged in the singular mission of achieving pleasure. I open my legs and rub, harder and faster, flaunting my efforts recklessly. My fingers have never felt better, gliding across my engorged need, his promised spanking spurring my desire.

“I see you’re going for the paddling as well,” he observes, crossing his arms and settling in for the show.

“YES…HEAD…MASTER!” The syllables are grunts.

“Well, go on then, make it quick. I don’t have all day, you know!”

I break apart right then, a loud wail of ecstasy and relief echoing through the apartment. I continue sliding my fingers through my slippery opening because the aftershocks feel so nice and nobody’s stopping me. Master is observing me dispassionately, patiently calculating his response as I heap one gross violation on top of another and another. His eyes are clear and hungry, and finally, he takes charge again.

“That’s enough.”

But it’s not. Not nearly.

I retract my hand from my panties and drop my skirt. My eyes fall to the floor. Though regret would probably be the appropriate emotion, I recognize the stirrings of the next wave of excitement.

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“Go get me my chair,” I command gruffly, taking the opportunity to realign myself. Her self-pleasuring in the see-through panties was every bit as enticing as I knew it would be; I’m hard as a rock and there’s no relief in sight. Miss Mills isn’t nearly ready for her blow job therapy session, so Headmaster’s just going to have to suck it up, so to speak, and be content with doling out punishment for now.

“Here’s fine.” She sets down the chair where I’ve directed and steps aside.

I take a seat on the tall dining chair, unable to avoid recalling the fun we recently had. But this, the erotic spanking, is one of my all-time favorites.

“Why are you receiving a spanking?” I ask.

“Because I touched myself, Headmaster. ”

“Did you know it was wrong?”

“Yes, Headmaster.”

“And you did it anyway?” I go for incredulity.

“I’m afraid so.”

“But, why?” I’m sure she hears the touch of disbelief this time.

“I couldn’t help myself.”

“All right,” I answer sadly, resigned to this poor creature’s fate. “Let’s go.”

I gesture for her to lie across my knees, and I pin her hands to her lower back with my left hand. I circle my right hand over the skirt, getting a feel for my target and giving her something to think about. She squirms under my hand and I remind her for the second time tonight to be still.

I gather her skirt and bunch it indelicately into my left hand, using it to subdue her as well. “I would’ve preferred my first touch to be something more tender,” I lie, delivering my first blow. Damn, I love the feel of her ass in my hand, and the wet cotton slicked against her skin only intensifies my utter joy, especially knowing how it adds an extra sting to each blow. I spank her again, catching the reverberation with my palm and savoring the uncomfortable twitch of her ass.

“One more, Miss Mills,” I promise, slapping her soundly, “before we peel off these panties and do it in earnest.”

Sliding two fingers under the elastic waistband, I work them side to side, nudging down the fabric a bit more with each pass as she wiggles in wild anticipation. Finally, I have them down to her thighs, and I allow myself a moment to enjoy the view before continuing, “Your ass is pinked up, Miss Mills. Are you in much pain?”

“No, Headmaster.”

Her voice is shaky and revealing. She is so the other pea in my pod.


I take the next stroke without warning, and she lurches forward with the unexpected blow. I tighten my grip and lock her to my legs. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.”

“Thank you, Headmaster,” comes her voice from down below, and I swear I feel the room shift under my chair. What the hell was that?

Jesus. It was gratitude. As pure and guileless as a small child. Or a slavishly devoted submissive.

Screw your head on, Edward Cullen, and give this perfect girl the spanking she deserves.

With that thought alone, I spank my girl over and over, alternating cheeks and positions, treating her to the full measure of the  experience, including teasing strokes and gentle caresses sprinkled in amidst the harsher blows. Her soft moans and not-so-subtle shifting tell me I’ve hit my mark.

“That’s all. You can stand up now...slowly.” I help her to her feet and slide the panties up as chastely as possible. Her hair is wild and her face is bright red, but it’s her glazed-over eyes that give her away.

“You liked that.”

She looks away, and I stand up, too close for her to escape.

“Look at me and answer honestly.”

Her eyes shift back to mine, and she can’t possibly deny the truth. “Yes, Headmaster. Very much so.”

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He smiles broadly. “I’ll have to remember that.”

Gah! Yes, please do.

“We’ll have to stop using spanking as a punishment and start using it as a reward.”

Oh. I don’t know quite how I feel about that.

“At any rate,” he continues, “I don’t think you’ll feel the same about my paddle.”

Crap. I won’t? I really hoped I would, but I’m sure the evil “Doctor of Educational Discipline” knows what he’s talking about. Despite his threat,  I have no regrets about getting myself off.

“Go get it,” he says, pointing his chin toward a hook on the wall behind the television. Wait, wasn’t there a painting there before?

“Miss Mills? Are we adding five strokes for insubordination?”

“No, Headmaster, sorry.” Sheesh, girl, keep your head in the game! I take ginger, tiny steps, my poor legs wobbly with the strain of the spikes and stimulation. I retrieve the familiar, beloved, black leather paddle and hand it to him.

“Follow me,” he says, causing my stomach to drop three stories. Not over his sexy lap then? Not cradled between a hard cock and a pair of firm hands? And more damn walking?

He leads me over to my intake chair, and asks, “On a scale from one to ten, how would you rate that little orgasm you just gave yourself?”

I’m pretty sure I know where he’s going with this, but I can’t lie. It was one of my better releases, and we both know it. “Eight…”—he grins—“…and a half.” He smiles.

“A half, eh? Hmm, I’ll have to get creative with that, I guess. You know, Miss Mills, I think I’m really going to enjoy working with you…once I get you properly broken in, that is.”

Aw Jesus, did he have to add that?

His follow-up sobers me, though. “Put your face on the seat and hold onto the legs.”

He helps me accomplish this, which is no easy feat, walking my bottom half backward until I can at least balance.  I’m an upside-down “V” but I’m stable.

“You’ll want to hold on tight,” he says. “Otherwise, your head’s going to bang into the rungs and you’ll be bruised at both ends.” I steel myself, and thankfully, he warns me before the first strike.

“Eight…”

“EEEP!” Wow, I don’t remember it hurting like this the first time. He doesn’t chastise me for my outburst, so I don’t even try to hold back the second time.

“Seven…”

“OW!”

“Six…”

Whack! “MMMM!”

“Five…”

Swish! “Ayeeeee!”

“You do realize that if you’d just twiddled your way to a mediocre orgasm, you’d be through by now? Something to think about…for the future. Four…”

“Achhh!”

“Three…”

Smack! “OW!”

“Two…”

Pause. BAM! “SHIT!”

“Language, Miss Mills! We’ll have to repeat that last one. You know the rules! Two…”

“Mmmm!” I keep my lips tightly sealed. I don’t trust myself.

“Last one…brace yourself.”

Slap! The firm board reaches across the lower half of both cheeks at once, and I struggle to hold my balance. “Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!” The last one is by far the most intense and painful.

I’m teetering back and forth like a keyed-up racehorse, lifting first one foot and then the other. Headmaster places a steadying hand at my back and waits patiently until the sting fades enough for me to settle down.

“Now, let’s see about that half. Spread your legs for me.”

Ohgodohgodohgod. My pussy clenches in apprehension.

“Nope, this won’t do,” I hear him say, just before grasping the sides of my panties and yanking them to the floor. “Now, spread.”

As I trustingly open my most intimate space, all I can think of is how that hard slab of leather is going to feel stinging against my swollen clit, slapping inside my opening. This could hurt like a motherfucker. Why did I have to go and give him the extra half? I chide myself sternly.

The next instant, there’s a soft tap between my legs, and a gentle slide, tap and slide. I moan out loud when it starts again, so grateful for the sweet relief of it. I feel myself rolling into the paddle, longing for the contact with the cool leather. Tap, slide. Tap, slide.


And then, it’s gone. There’s a soft chuckle behind me, and Headmaster says, “I believe this is how you got yourself into trouble in the first place. Intake’s over, Miss Mills.”

79 comments:

  1. That left me breathless!

    Lotus on the Hudson should be a spin-off fic all of its own!

    More please!

    Trip

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    1. Oh please do not make me write that! SPIN OFF PORN. YIKES!

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    2. I don't know the spin off does sound as good as the original
      and remember how many debbies doing Dallas there were...lol

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    3. Um, yeah... DEFINITELY spin-off material! HFS, b, where do you come up w/ this?!?

      Favorite line:
      “We’ll have to stop using spanking as a punishment and start using it as a reward.”
      Oh. I don’t know quite how I feel about that..............
      -I'm soo w/ Bella on this one! ;-D

      Oh, and I loved the 'Batman' sound effects when she was getting her paddling. lol


      It's been a while since I've checked in on KEA, and now I'm kicking myself. This is some hot shit! Now I'm off to catch up on the rest.

      -jonzie

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  2. Please tell me there's more. Loved it!

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  3. Can't wait for her next lesson :P
    Totally agree that Lotus should be a spin off fic. Where can I enroll? lol

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  4. Uhm - is there a place to sign up for Lotus?

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  5. Ughhhh how have I not learned to never read your updates before going to work? Wonderful chapter, thank you!

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  6. The lotus position will take on a whole new meaning. - sorry if this posts twice. Working from a cell phone and its actig up.

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  7. oh my-what a scenario that was. And so elaborate-he really set the scene that made it possible for them both to embody the characters. I can see how useful that could be for them. How freeing to play outside of yourself.

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    1. Oh yes, Jill, it is MIGHTY freeing to play outside of yourself!

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  8. Holy COCKBLOCK!! Poor Headmaster!!! I hope once Merry is released our dear Isabella can give him some release!!

    I need that kind of incentive and reward ;)

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  9. Please SIGN me up for Lotus!!!! See you next week.. This is going to be a lonnnnnggggg weekend with schooling..and headmaster...

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    1. Someone has to sign you up because you've been bad, Jennifer!

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  10. holy jesus- i can barely breathe right now. i dont even think i could pick specific moments out of that to comment on. lol.

    Sign me up for Lotus and call me Merry (seriously, her character bio is frighteningly familiar lol)!

    can't wait to see how they interact, post roleplay scene but still in an overnight scene- i suspect it'll be very interesting. maybe a little hard for isabella to come out of the fog of Merry Mills without removing herself completely from the role of princess.... or maybe itll be easier that she doesn't have to become isabella again so soon after the sexual deviant fantasy? either way, can't wait for more...

    keep up the fantasticness! (ever consider going back to twice a week posts? lol)

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    1. Love your response, Digi. So you might have a wee bit in common with Merry? Or just the princess?

      I love your musings about the transition that comes next. Rest assured, I gave it serious thought. You'll see...

      I have indeed considered the twice weekly postings. If I can pull ahead enough to have a nice cushion, I'd definitely go back to that. XXXX

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    2. and oh geeze- i just had a flash of a thought- Master releases Isabella from Merry's role but he's so worked up he has no time for pleasantries or assurances of a job well done before he makes Isabella "relieve" him... gah... ignore me, im off to fantasize... :p

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    3. Oh, that would've worked, too! ;)

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  11. Just...WOW! Headmaster's been just as naughty as Merry, I think. *wink
    I love how Edward makes little appearances throughout the scene...lol
    Poor man needs some much-needed relief; can't wait to see how princess will help him with that! ;)

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    1. "Poor man"...HA! Never quite saw him that way before!

      I love that you see Edward throughout.

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    2. LMAO! "Poor man" was supposed to be written in the sarcastic font... and yeah, I catch little glimpses of Edward here and there, like when, as Master or HEADmaster (*wink), he suddenly uses his soft voice out of nowhere to reassure Bella in a scene. Makes him more endearing and reveals his heart.

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  12. I think it is interesting that Bella chose the demure character. Maybe in the future she will chose the wilder character ;)

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    1. I think Bella is more comfortable with the character closer to her own, for this first time out. I could definitely see her going with a different persona another time. Perhaps a time when she feels a punishment is in order for something that happens in RL?

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  13. Holy Flailness. You never ever disappoint. The Lotus School should be a fic. Hahahaha. But seriously this was a fun read. You could tell that both parties thoroughly enjoyed the role play. Edward shows how totally suited he is to being a Dom with his amazing planning skills. I would think you would have to be an epic planner for this to be successful. This is where knowing and understanding your sub would pay off. :)

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    1. Thanks, Song. I do think the combo of the natural DOM and the creative writer sub would make for a very fun role play situation! He knows how to draw her out, safely but always just slightly OUT of her comfort zone. It is such a HUGE responsibility to be the Dom. I am in great admiration of those who do it well.

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  14. Oh my god...u have left me panting over here...damn woman! Great job!

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  15. Ohh holy fuck!!! Sign me up.... *starts to pack bags* ya got me sitting in a puddle over here!!!

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    1. You're going to need to change your panties before you see the Headmaster!

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  16. Where the hell do I sign up, Headmaster?!?

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  17. ummm Mistress Born, really...you are trying to kill me here! I love how worried she was about roleplay but slipped so seamlessly into it. Only an occasional slip into Isabellas head lol. Wonder if he will ask her what she is thinking when she wasn't listening.I know he thought ahead here and knew she would want to write some scenarios involving the school. Its also nice seeing that even tho outwardly he was in total control, in his mind he still has his non-master moments. The line "no one said being a dom was easy" says it all to me. There is a lot of training, a strong mind, preperation, and creativity to live this life style. For both ppl. These two are smart and creative (well you are M. BOH) so its going to be especially fun for them lol. Loved this chapter m'dear and I would also like to enroll in school, I think there might be a waiting list before the end of the day.

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    1. Plenty of available beds, Vicki. Hop on over! I love that you picked up on his non-masterly musings. His concern for her is always front and center, but it shifts among master, Edward, and headmaster in this chapter. Happy you enjoyed it and thank you for all the lovely praise.

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  18. you make may Saturday almost as good as Edward would

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    1. I somehow think you'd still choose him over me! But thanks anyway!

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  19. That was... hot and interesting!

    CC

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  20. Yikes! Maybe I do need to go back to school! Can I get an interview with the Headmaster?

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    1. Send me your application and I'll pass it along...

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  21. I so look forward to Saturdays. ;-) That was super hot! I loved the role play so far and can't wait for more.

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    1. Well this scene is done for the time being. Master just wanted to begin the exploration. Shifting gears now...

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  22. All I can say is HOLY CRAP!! I loved the acting scene, and I'm sorry, but I would have been really naughty and I would have to take the Headmaster on the desk. I'm sure I the punishment later would be worst, but maybe I could change that...lol

    Some sexual fantasy-omf...

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  23. OMG...no words....just hot..

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  24. I'm trying this one more time, if this doesn't register, watch for a PM...
    If it does, watch for a second entry here. ;) *crosses fingers*

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  25. OMG It worked!!!! *does happy dance*
    These are two very brave people. Neither could percieve as to what would transpire once this scene was set in motion. I am impressed to what lengths Edward took to present the scene and am equally impressed with Bella's performance in taking on her 'role'. Step by step you took us into their inner most desires, thoughts and I got lost in it. This scene is speaking volumes to me as to how deep they go with each other's mind. Exquisite presentation Born, you never fail to surprise me with their 'quirks' or their deep seated affection for each other.
    Anxious to see this scene finish out and how they both react to it.

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    1. Woo hoo to the KAY-RO! So glad you enjoyed Kinky School!
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  26. i am so imagining you in your orange shell practicing this with mr boh *giggles* wow, edward really put a ton of thought process into this, awesome job, felt like i was watching a porn, keep it cumming ;)

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  27. B ~
    I might have to make the hubs read this chapter. He's pretty good coming up with his own ideas but we may have to borrow bits and pieces of this one. ;)

    xxx,
    ~v

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    1. And you need to share what you come up with on your own! Fair is fair!

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  28. Oh my word!!! THAT was quite the intro to school!! Looking forward to more lessons to be learned the *ahem* hard way!!

    xoxo, Jen

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  29. good god that was hot! so well planned, and so detailed. brilliant work my lovely. both of them got into character so well :) great chapter boh xxx

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  30. Ummmmmm....ok first things first. I need a shower...yea shower, riiiiight! Can I be a student at Hudson??? Please, I feel that I need to be corrected on all my bad behavior...heheheeee Well, only if HeadMaster Cullen can take the time to work with me directly ofcourse!

    Loved how this scene started. Cant wait to see how he finishes this one!!

    Loves <3

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    1. I'm not sure Headmaster Cullen has enough time to straighten you out, miss S!

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  31. Headmaster Cullen is HAWT! That was some well thought out, well executed Role Play bit right there! *fans self* Need a ShamWow panty alert!

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    1. Yes, he *cough cough* did put some SERIOUS time into thinking about that role play!

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  32. I agree, Lotus on the Hudson should be its own story - lol - KEA: The Role Play Stories. You are just sooooo good Born. Love this story. Love you. Love our kinkster couple....sigh

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    1. Aw, thank you, Duchess! You're always propping me up and rooting me on! xxx

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  33. Ok I'm dead! Are you happy now??

    Great chapter, loved when she got herself all distracted!! Xxxx

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    1. LOL, NO! Well, yes, but you know what I mean! XX

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  34. I agree with the others. Lotus on the Hudson must be a spinoff or at least an outtake!

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    1. thanks, Jayme. *drowns in fanfiction plot bunnies*

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  35. Oy. This is giving hubs ideas. He's already read up 'til chapter 76, and he told me to catch up now *bites lip*

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    1. Be still my heart and other significant parts...you MUST share.
      xx

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  36. FINALLY catching up on reviews,B! Shamefully behind I know but I'm blaming my ridiculous old laptop - now I have a new one! :)

    It was so enjoyable to peek inside Master's mind and see his excitement and anticipation at what character Isabella would pick, it was nice too for him to have a tiny bit of mystery when he usually knows how everything will play out.

    I think I enjoyed her sin confessions almost as much as Headmaster! And I loved how she was so in character she still felt so ashamed despite all they have been through.

    Master's thoughts going to real life 17 year old Isabella were very clever and really made you feel for her, and the haste with which he wanted to rectify that was adorable.

    As you know, I ADORE the little moments where Master almost loses control - the moment when he first sees her outfit and later when she thanks him for the spanking are awesome examples of this. Makes me all shivery.

    My heart was pounding so fast when he laid down that gauntlet and she took the hint. Blinding hotness, baby!

    My favourite line from this chapter - "She is so the other pea in my pod", sums them up so, so perfectly.

    A x

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    1. Thank you, sweet Amber. So happy you enjoyed the nuances here. Role play is so fun to write because it lets the characters step outside themselves for a bit and look at each other thru new eyes.

      I'm with you on the losing control, just a wee bit, and never in an irresponsible way. But Master does tend toward the jaded sometimes because he's done a lot of this before, so it's lovely for him to be reminded that it's all different with princess.

      Happy to see you here and no worries, never any worries...xxx

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  37. Holy CRAP! I think I might need to be disciplined by Headmaster! STAT!

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  38. How did I know she would pick the choice that was most near to her real self.....maybe she'll opt to choose the other, more naughty, part next time. That "half" tap, rub, tap, was my favorite part!

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    1. LOL A lot of girls enjoyed that part...multiple times! *wink*
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