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Six young women are transferred from Fieldings Young Offenders Institute to St. Anne`s where the regime is harsh, spankings plentiful and the headmaster is in cahoots with a big guy called Rock who runs a BDSM club nearby. By making the girls` lives at St. Anne`s a misery, and by offering them a competition so one of them can get out, Markham and his five fellow sadistic masters know they can have lots of fun at the girls` expense and at the same time make good money from Rock, for they have a secret the girls will one day come to realise.

Contains various forms of corporal punishment, sexual torture including electro-stimulation and enforced orgasms, enforced sex and other bdsm practices.

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“Yeeahhhhhh!” She howled again as the cane cut into the very top of her buttocks, higher than where the padding of her muscles stretched to, much higher than any of the previous strokes. “F…f…fourteen,” she stammered.

“Last stroke, lassie and we all know that the last is the worst. You will stay in position after it until I tell you to straighten up,” Markham was already flexing the cane in his hand as if somehow trying to warm it up so it would have more of a whip to it.

Swish!

“Yeeeeeeaaaarrrggggghhhhhh!”

Crack!

Dawn cried out with the loudest shriek any of the girls in the room had ever heard, and nobody realised she had actually cried out in anticipation of the gut-wrenching fire and pain the stroke would bring to her body.

“Stay still, girl,” said Markham, as Dawn rocked on her feet, desperately trying to relieve some of the burning pain in her bottom.

Then she felt big, warm hands, on her buttock cheeks, delicately, intimately examining the damage that had been caused to her.

“Not bad,” said Markham. “The welts will heal in a day or so, unless of course I have reason to punish you further. Stand up, put your hands on your head and face the Masters.”

Dawn straightened up slowly, wincing with every slight movement as the pain in her buttocks redoubled to remind her of her crimes.

“While Miss Chivers now feels the full heat of her punishment, I will remind you other girls that we have a zero tolerance for any form of misbehaviour at St. Anne’s. You are all here to complete your debt to society and it is not a debt you are going to pay off lightly. You will take the rule books we are about to hand out and you will be advised to read them thoroughly. You have each been assigned a tutor and you will have your first meeting with your tutor in two hours by which point you will have written a short letter of apology for the crime that led to you being placed in Fieldings. Turn round, Miss Chivers, and put your hands by your side,” Markham concluded.

When she turned round, the other five girls could see her shaved sex, and it brought a few giggles which did not go unnoticed by the Masters on the stage.

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Excerpt..

The gates stood gleaming in their black paint to almost the top of the imposing brick wall as the minibus waited outside for the gates to swing open. Inside the vehicle six fresh-faced young females sat looking forlornly out of the window.
“Soon have you lot inside,” said the driver cheerfully. The drive from the Fieldings Young Offenders Institute had taken nearly two hours and the four warders that sat in the front seats had looked grim-faced throughout the journey.
The gates opened, the bus passed inside and the gates closed again. Two minutes later the minibus pulled up outside the main entrance and the driver switched off the engine.
“Good luck with the rest of your education,” he smirked and winked at the warders.
“Right you bitches,” said the lead warder, “it’s time to introduce you to your new home. Everyone out and get your bags.” The doors on the minibus were opened and a couple of minutes passed while the girls assembled on the gravelled driveway.
The front door to the impressive mansion opened and a tall, severe-looking man in a headmaster’s black gown looked down the staircase menacingly at his new charges.
“Ladies, welcome to St. Anne’s Training College For Young Ladies. I am your new headmaster, Ian Markham. Come inside and into the assembly room where I will introduce you properly to our ways here. Mr Sniggs, if you would care to come with me to my office we will deal with the paperwork.”
Sniggs was evidently the head warder for he left the other three to escort the six girls into the building while he marched on ahead. Markham’s study door was shut by the time the girls reached the entrance to the building and they could hear muted voices from behind it. Ten minutes later the girls were sat on wooden upright chairs facing a small platform on which sat six chairs.
Suddenly the double doors at the back of the room flew open and six men entered the room, marching right up to the platform. The three warders at the back of the room stood silently as they were joined by Sniggs.
“Do we get to see what happens next?” Dave Marshall whispered to his boss.
“Sure do and I think it will be fun. Markham is in no mood for messing around today. “Here we go…”
Markham stood on the platform scowling at the terrified girls in front of him.
“Welcome to Saint Anne’s. You are all here because you are persistent offenders who have failed to respond to normal regimes of rectitude and rehabilitation. You are deemed to be a menace to society and costing the hard-working tax payer an inordinate amount of money to keep you off the streets. Our mission at Saint Anne’s is to correct your attitudes, complete your education and get you back out on the streets in a few months time. I guarantee that one way or another you will all leave here as reformed characters.”
Markham threw a quick glance to the back of the room and noticed the smirk on the faces of the warders.
“Right, at Saint Anne’s we have a zero tolerance for any form of misbehaviour, any rule breaking and any lack of effort on your part. By virtue of the kind of place we are you, as of this moment, have absolutely no rights, including no right to question anything you are told to do. Is that understood?”
“What about our human rights?” The pretty bespectacled girl with blonde, shoulder-length hair that fell over her pert breasts was called Freya Brown.
“Young lady, you can fuck your human rights in here – they basically no longer exist.”
Freya looked alarmed.
“Sorry, sir, you mean we have no rights at all?” Her voice was squeaky.
“Precisely Miss Brown. We will do whatever it takes to break you from your antisocial past, so it is up to you whether your time here is an easy one or a painful one.”
“Painful, sir?” Freya looked ashen.
“Yes, painful. Before you are your principal tutors and educators. They are at liberty to punish you in any way they see fit for any breach of the rules. This establishment condones and promotes use of the cane, paddle, flogger and whip as well as more severe forms of punishment if they are required. Do I make myself clear?”
All the girls nodded.
“Good, because we are going to make a start right now. Dawn Chivers, which one of you is Dawn Chivers?”
Dawn turned out to be a pretty six foot girl of nineteen years, a brunette with shoulder length hair, hazel eyes and a chest that looked to be about a 36D. She nervously put her hand into the air.
“Stand up girl,” said Markham.
Dawn stood, biting her lip nervously.
“Yesterday, despite knowing you were being sent to a special place, here, you pushed another girl down the main staircase at Fieldings.”
“No, sir,” she mumbled.
“It was not a question, young lady, but a statement. You were taken to the Governor’s office and the offence placed on your record which I now have in my office. Unfortunately, there was no time at Fieldings for you to be punished as any privilege removal would have been of little consequence, so Mrs Rawlings, your previous Governor has added a note to your record requesting I assume the responsibility for your punishment. Come up to the stage, Miss Chivers.”
Dawn looked as if she was going to protest, thought better of it and walked forward the few paces to the front of the stage.
“Stand there a moment while I fetch your punishment.” Markham walked over to a cupboard on the side wall, opened a drawer and extracted the three foot rattan cane he intended to use; then he returned to the small stage.
“I think a dozen strokes of this will suffice as this is your first experience of St. Anne’s.”
“You’re not seriously going to use that on me!” Dawn blustered, though there was a tremble of fear in her voice.
“I most certainly am, young lady.”
“But caning is illegal and constitutes actual bodily harm,” she protested.
“In here it is quite legal and it constitutes punishment. Now you will not answer me back again or I will double the punishment.”
Dawn looked as if she was going to say something but instead tears began to well up in her eyes.
“Now Miss Chivers, turn round and face the stage, then bend over and grasp your ankles. You will remain in position until the full twelve strokes have been administered and then you will remain in position until told to move. You will not swear or utter foul language, though you can cry if you need to. If you stand up or attempt to protect your backside then the stroke will not count.”
“Sh…,” said Dawn as she realised the horror of her situation and turned slowly so her backside faced the other girls. Dawn was wearing a knee-length blue skirt made from wool. Barely had she grasped her ankles when she felt the back of the skirt being lifted up over her taut, full buttocks.
“No, you can’t do that,” she straightened up.
“I can and you will bend over. That is one extra stroke for disobedience.”
“Fuck you,” she blurted and then immediately apologised.
“Apology accepted. That is one further stroke for swearing. Now bend over, girl.”
Dawn bent over again and clenched her teeth as her skirt was once again raised up over her bottom cheeks, exposing her pale, taut flesh. She was wearing full, white panties that covered much of her bottom, but Markham soon pulled them back down over her cheeks and let them drop to her ankles. Finally, he pinned the skirt up over Dawn’s waist, bunching the front up tightly around her stomach so it could not fall over her bottom and protect her from the caning she was about to receive. In addition, Markham knew the skirt would not fall down at the front when she stood up again.
“Fourteen strokes, Miss Chivers. Please be good enough to count off each stroke after you have received it, loudly enough so everyone in the room can hear you.”
It was those words that made Dawn realise her backside and her young, pouting pussy lips were on full show to all the other inmates who she’d arrived with barely twenty minutes earlier. The feeling of being helplessly exposed was hugely embarrassing though Dawn was grateful the girls would not be able to see that she was shaved.
Before she had time to realise that the masters on the stage would get a good view of her after her caning, Dawn felt the length of rattan as it rubbed across her waiting flesh.
A moment later there was a whistling sound in the air as the cane was whipped back and then crashed into her backside, leaving a bright red mark in the same instant that Dawn let out a loud howl of pain. As she shrieked out, both hands raced up from her ankles to protect her poor bottom.
“That is one more stroke for not staying in position and if you don’t call out the count in a few seconds I will add another stroke for disobedience.”
“One,” Dawn cried.
“Get your hands back down on your ankles and keep them there, young lady,” said Markham fiercely. “God these Institutes for Young Offenders are too soft on you bitches, by half. Well you will find St. Anne`s is different – very different!”
Swish! Crack!


Excerpt..

The gates stood gleaming in their black paint to almost the top of the imposing brick wall as the minibus waited outside for the gates
to swing open. Inside the vehicle six fresh-faced young females sat looking forlornly out of the window.

“Soon have you lot inside,” said the driver cheerfully. The drive from the Fieldings Young Offenders Institute had taken nearly two
hours and the four warders that sat in the front seats had looked grim-faced throughout the journey.

The gates opened, the bus passed inside and the gates closed again. Two minutes later the minibus pulled up outside the main entrance
and the driver switched off the engine.

“Good luck with the rest of your education,” he smirked and winked at the warders.

“Right you bitches,” said the lead warder, “it’s time to introduce you to your new home. Everyone out and get your bags.” The doors on
the minibus were opened and a couple of minutes passed while the girls assembled on the gravelled driveway.

The front door to the impressive mansion opened and a tall, severe-looking man in a headmaster’s black gown looked down the staircase
menacingly at his new charges.

“Ladies, welcome to St. Anne’s Training College For Young Ladies. I am your new headmaster, Ian Markham. Come inside and into the
assembly room where I will introduce you properly to our ways here. Mr Sniggs, if you would care to come with me to my office we will deal
with the paperwork.”

Sniggs was evidently the head warder for he left the other three to escort the six girls into the building while he marched on ahead.
Markham’s study door was shut by the time the girls reached the entrance to the building and they could hear muted voices from behind it.
Ten minutes later the girls were sat on wooden upright chairs facing a small platform on which sat six chairs.

Suddenly the double doors at the back of the room flew open and six men entered the room, marching right up to the platform. The three
warders at the back of the room stood silently as they were joined by Sniggs.

“Do we get to see what happens next?” Dave Marshall whispered to his boss.

“Sure do and I think it will be fun. Markham is in no mood for messing around today. “Here we go…”

Markham stood on the platform scowling at the terrified girls in front of him.

“Welcome to Saint Anne’s. You are all here because you are persistent offenders who have failed to respond to normal regimes of
rectitude and rehabilitation. You are deemed to be a menace to society and costing the hard-working tax payer an inordinate amount of money
to keep you off the streets. Our mission at Saint Anne’s is to correct your attitudes, complete your education and get you back out on the
streets in a few months time. I guarantee that one way or another you will all leave here as reformed characters.”

Markham threw a quick glance to the back of the room and noticed the smirk on the faces of the warders.

“Right, at Saint Anne’s we have a zero tolerance for any form of misbehaviour, any rule breaking and any lack of effort on your part.
By virtue of the kind of place we are you, as of this moment, have absolutely no rights, including no right to question anything you are
told to do. Is that understood?”

“What about our human rights?” The pretty bespectacled girl with blonde, shoulder-length hair that fell over her pert breasts was
called Freya Brown.

“Young lady, you can fuck your human rights in here – they basically no longer exist.”

Freya looked alarmed.

“Sorry, sir, you mean we have no rights at all?” Her voice was squeaky.

“Precisely Miss Brown. We will do whatever it takes to break you from your antisocial past, so it is up to you whether your time here
is an easy one or a painful one.”

“Painful, sir?” Freya looked ashen.

“Yes, painful. Before you are your principal tutors and educators. They are at liberty to punish you in any way they see fit for any
breach of the rules. This establishment condones and promotes use of the cane, paddle, flogger and whip as well as more severe forms of
punishment if they are required. Do I make myself clear?”

All the girls nodded.

“Good, because we are going to make a start right now. Dawn Chivers, which one of you is Dawn Chivers?”

Dawn turned out to be a pretty six foot girl of nineteen years, a brunette with shoulder length hair, hazel eyes and a chest that
looked to be about a 36D. She nervously put her hand into the air.

“Stand up girl,” said Markham.

Dawn stood, biting her lip nervously.

“Yesterday, despite knowing you were being sent to a special place, here, you pushed another girl down the main staircase at
Fieldings.”

“No, sir,” she mumbled.

“It was not a question, young lady, but a statement. You were taken to the Governor’s office and the offence placed on your record
which I now have in my office. Unfortunately, there was no time at Fieldings for you to be punished as any privilege removal would have been
of little consequence, so Mrs Rawlings, your previous Governor has added a note to your record requesting I assume the responsibility for
your punishment. Come up to the stage, Miss Chivers.”

Dawn looked as if she was going to protest, thought better of it and walked forward the few paces to the front of the stage.

“Stand there a moment while I fetch your punishment.” Markham walked over to a cupboard on the side wall, opened a drawer and
extracted the three foot rattan cane he intended to use; then he returned to the small stage.

“I think a dozen strokes of this will suffice as this is your first experience of St. Anne’s.”

“You’re not seriously going to use that on me!” Dawn blustered, though there was a tremble of fear in her voice.

“I most certainly am, young lady.”

“But caning is illegal and constitutes actual bodily harm,” she protested.

“In here it is quite legal and it constitutes punishment. Now you will not answer me back again or I will double the punishment.” />
Dawn looked as if she was going to say something but instead tears began to well up in her eyes.

“Now Miss Chivers, turn round and face the stage, then bend over and grasp your ankles. You will remain in position until the full
twelve strokes have been administered and then you will remain in position until told to move. You will not swear or utter foul language,
though you can cry if you need to. If you stand up or attempt to protect your backside then the stroke will not count.”

“Sh…,” said Dawn as she realised the horror of her situation and turned slowly so her backside faced the other girls. Dawn was wearing
a knee-length blue skirt made from wool. Barely had she grasped her ankles when she felt the back of the skirt being lifted up over her
taut, full buttocks.

“No, you can’t do that,” she straightened up.

“I can and you will bend over. That is one extra stroke for disobedience.”

“Fuck you,” she blurted and then immediately apologised.

“Apology accepted. That is one further stroke for swearing. Now bend over, girl.”

Dawn bent over again and clenched her teeth as her skirt was once again raised up over her bottom cheeks, exposing her pale, taut
flesh. She was wearing full, white panties that covered much of her bottom, but Markham soon pulled them back down over her cheeks and let
them drop to her ankles. Finally, he pinned the skirt up over Dawn’s waist, bunching the front up tightly around her stomach so it could not
fall over her bottom and protect her from the caning she was about to receive. In addition, Markham knew the skirt would not fall down at
the front when she stood up again.

“Fourteen strokes, Miss Chivers. Please be good enough to count off each stroke after you have received it, loudly enough so everyone
in the room can hear you.”

It was those words that made Dawn realise her backside and her young, pouting pussy lips were on full show to all the other inmates
who she’d arrived with barely twenty minutes earlier. The feeling of being helplessly exposed was hugely embarrassing though Dawn was
grateful the girls would not be able to see that she was shaved.

Before she had time to realise that the masters on the stage would get a good view of her after her caning, Dawn felt the length of
rattan as it rubbed across her waiting flesh.

A moment later there was a whistling sound in the air as the cane was whipped back and then crashed into her backside, leaving a
bright red mark in the same instant that Dawn let out a loud howl of pain. As she shrieked out, both hands raced up from her ankles to
protect her poor bottom.

“That is one more stroke for not staying in position and if you don’t call out the count in a few seconds I will add another stroke
for disobedience.”

“One,” Dawn cried.

“Get your hands back down on your ankles and keep them there, young lady,” said Markham fiercely. “God these Institutes for Young
Offenders are too soft on you bitches, by half. Well you will find St. Anne`s is different – very different!”

Swish! Crack!


Excerpt..

The gates stood gleaming in their black paint to almost the top of the imposing brick wall as the minibus waited outside for the gates

to swing open. Inside the vehicle six fresh-faced young females sat looking forlornly out of the window.


“Soon have you lot inside,” said the driver cheerfully. The drive from the Fieldings Young Offenders Institute had taken nearly two

hours and the four warders that sat in the front seats had looked grim-faced throughout the journey.


The gates opened, the bus passed inside and the gates closed again. Two minutes later the minibus pulled up outside the main entrance

and the driver switched off the engine.


“Good luck with the rest of your education,” he smirked and winked at the warders.


“Right you bitches,” said the lead warder, “it’s time to introduce you to your new home. Everyone out and get your bags.” The doors on

the minibus were opened and a couple of minutes passed while the girls assembled on the gravelled driveway.


The front door to the impressive mansion opened and a tall, severe-looking man in a headmaster’s black gown looked down the staircase

menacingly at his new charges.


“Ladies, welcome to St. Anne’s Training College For Young Ladies. I am your new headmaster, Ian Markham. Come inside and into the

assembly room where I will introduce you properly to our ways here. Mr Sniggs, if you would care to come with me to my office we will deal

with the paperwork.”


Sniggs was evidently the head warder for he left the other three to escort the six girls into the building while he marched on ahead.

Markham’s study door was shut by the time the girls reached the entrance to the building and they could hear muted voices from behind it.

Ten minutes later the girls were sat on wooden upright chairs facing a small platform on which sat six chairs.


Suddenly the double doors at the back of the room flew open and six men entered the room, marching right up to the platform. The three

warders at the back of the room stood silently as they were joined by Sniggs.


“Do we get to see what happens next?” Dave Marshall whispered to his boss.


“Sure do and I think it will be fun. Markham is in no mood for messing around today. “Here we go…”


Markham stood on the platform scowling at the terrified girls in front of him.


“Welcome to Saint Anne’s. You are all here because you are persistent offenders who have failed to respond to normal regimes of

rectitude and rehabilitation. You are deemed to be a menace to society and costing the hard-working tax payer an inordinate amount of money

to keep you off the streets. Our mission at Saint Anne’s is to correct your attitudes, complete your education and get you back out on the

streets in a few months time. I guarantee that one way or another you will all leave here as reformed characters.”


Markham threw a quick glance to the back of the room and noticed the smirk on the faces of the warders.


“Right, at Saint Anne’s we have a zero tolerance for any form of misbehaviour, any rule breaking and any lack of effort on your part.

By virtue of the kind of place we are you, as of this moment, have absolutely no rights, including no right to question anything you are

told to do. Is that understood?”


“What about our human rights?” The pretty bespectacled girl with blonde, shoulder-length hair that fell over her pert breasts was

called Freya Brown.


“Young lady, you can fuck your human rights in here – they basically no longer exist.”


Freya looked alarmed.


“Sorry, sir, you mean we have no rights at all?” Her voice was squeaky.


“Precisely Miss Brown. We will do whatever it takes to break you from your antisocial past, so it is up to you whether your time here

is an easy one or a painful one.”


“Painful, sir?” Freya looked ashen.


“Yes, painful. Before you are your principal tutors and educators. They are at liberty to punish you in any way they see fit for any

breach of the rules. This establishment condones and promotes use of the cane, paddle, flogger and whip as well as more severe forms of

punishment if they are required. Do I make myself clear?”


All the girls nodded.


“Good, because we are going to make a start right now. Dawn Chivers, which one of you is Dawn Chivers?”


Dawn turned out to be a pretty six foot girl of nineteen years, a brunette with shoulder length hair, hazel eyes and a chest that

looked to be about a 36D. She nervously put her hand into the air.


“Stand up girl,” said Markham.


Dawn stood, biting her lip nervously.


“Yesterday, despite knowing you were being sent to a special place, here, you pushed another girl down the main staircase at

Fieldings.”


“No, sir,” she mumbled.


“It was not a question, young lady, but a statement. You were taken to the Governor’s office and the offence placed on your record

which I now have in my office. Unfortunately, there was no time at Fieldings for you to be punished as any privilege removal would have been

of little consequence, so Mrs Rawlings, your previous Governor has added a note to your record requesting I assume the responsibility for

your punishment. Come up to the stage, Miss Chivers.”


Dawn looked as if she was going to protest, thought better of it and walked forward the few paces to the front of the stage.


“Stand there a moment while I fetch your punishment.” Markham walked over to a cupboard on the side wall, opened a drawer and

extracted the three foot rattan cane he intended to use; then he returned to the small stage.


“I think a dozen strokes of this will suffice as this is your first experience of St. Anne’s.”


“You’re not seriously going to use that on me!” Dawn blustered, though there was a tremble of fear in her voice.


“I most certainly am, young lady.”


“But caning is illegal and constitutes actual bodily harm,” she protested.


“In here it is quite legal and it constitutes punishment. Now you will not answer me back again or I will double the punishment.”
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Dawn looked as if she was going to say something but instead tears began to well up in her eyes.


“Now Miss Chivers, turn round and face the stage, then bend over and grasp your ankles. You will remain in position until the full

twelve strokes have been administered and then you will remain in position until told to move. You will not swear or utter foul language,

though you can cry if you need to. If you stand up or attempt to protect your backside then the stroke will not count.”


“Sh…,” said Dawn as she realised the horror of her situation and turned slowly so her backside faced the other girls. Dawn was wearing

a knee-length blue skirt made from wool. Barely had she grasped her ankles when she felt the back of the skirt being lifted up over her

taut, full buttocks.


“No, you can’t do that,” she straightened up.


“I can and you will bend over. That is one extra stroke for disobedience.”


“Fuck you,” she blurted and then immediately apologised.


“Apology accepted. That is one further stroke for swearing. Now bend over, girl.”


Dawn bent over again and clenched her teeth as her skirt was once again raised up over her bottom cheeks, exposing her pale, taut

flesh. She was wearing full, white panties that covered much of her bottom, but Markham soon pulled them back down over her cheeks and let

them drop to her ankles. Finally, he pinned the skirt up over Dawn’s waist, bunching the front up tightly around her stomach so it could not

fall over her bottom and protect her from the caning she was about to receive. In addition, Markham knew the skirt would not fall down at

the front when she stood up again.


“Fourteen strokes, Miss Chivers. Please be good enough to count off each stroke after you have received it, loudly enough so everyone

in the room can hear you.”


It was those words that made Dawn realise her backside and her young, pouting pussy lips were on full show to all the other inmates

who she’d arrived with barely twenty minutes earlier. The feeling of being helplessly exposed was hugely embarrassing though Dawn was

grateful the girls would not be able to see that she was shaved.


Before she had time to realise that the masters on the stage would get a good view of her after her caning, Dawn felt the length of

rattan as it rubbed across her waiting flesh.


A moment later there was a whistling sound in the air as the cane was whipped back and then crashed into her backside, leaving a

bright red mark in the same instant that Dawn let out a loud howl of pain. As she shrieked out, both hands raced up from her ankles to

protect her poor bottom.


“That is one more stroke for not staying in position and if you don’t call out the count in a few seconds I will add another stroke

for disobedience.”


“One,” Dawn cried.


“Get your hands back down on your ankles and keep them there, young lady,” said Markham fiercely. “God these Institutes for Young

Offenders are too soft on you bitches, by half. Well you will find St. Anne`s is different – very different!”


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Reviews

Well written. A bit slow at the beginning, but filled with constant action once it starts. The girls are tricked into a competition that makes them take as much stimulation and pain as they can handle. A good use of BDSM and Male Dominance. 4 out of 5 (Sir Kaiser)

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