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What Naughty Girls Do A Daddy/Daughter story By Otkforu Daddy stopped, as he was about to pass the door to his daughter’s
bedroom. It was still early on a Friday morning and usually Kelly
was up and about by this hour. But for some reason that was not
the case on this day. Daddy slowly opened the door because he
thought he heard someone moaning. He wasn’t sure whether his daughter
was hurt so he had to look. His jaw dropped open once his eyes
adjusted to the dimly lit room. Kelly was lying on her back with
her legs spread. Her left hand was on her right breast, while
her right hand was hidden between her legs. For a moment, she
didn’t even notice that her daddy was standing there. She was
lost in the moment. Kelly opened her eyes and felt a chill go through her. She knew
her daddy had told her many times in the past, that there are
some things a proper young lady doesn’t ever do. And touching
yourself "down there," was one of them. Kelly held her breath.
Her Daddy didn’t wait long to verbally chastise her. "Just what
in the hell were you doing in here, young lady?" his voice thundered.
Kelly tried to answer, but she couldn’t find her voice. Her crestfallen
father continued, "I asked you a question Kelly, what were you
just doing in this bedroom?" The only reply that Kelly could offer
was a very subdued, "I’m sorry Daddy." "You are sorry?" her father asked. "You are not sorry yet, young
lady. But soon you are going to be very sorry. I’m going to see
to it, that you will be the sorriest girl in the entire world."
Kelly started to cry softly. She knew that tone of voice meant
only one thing: a spanking. And when her daddy took her over his
knee, he never went easy on her. Kelly wasn’t spanked all that
often. In fact, it had been several months since she last wound
up over her fathers lap. But daddy had warned her about touching
herself and he had promised her the spanking of her life if he
ever caught her doing something like that. He had caught her once
and had given her a lengthy lecture, followed by two hours of
corner time, so she could think about what she had just done.
This time around, Kelly knew that the corner would only offer
her solace after her daddy had taught her a serious lesson. Daddy looked at Kelly and he could see his daughter was genuinely
afraid. She knew that she had messed up and she also knew that
her ass was going to be hurting like it had never hurt before.
Her father spoke with a voice that filled the air with anger,
yet his speech was soft and deliberate. "Kelly, after school,
you are to come straight home. Do you understand me?" Kelly managed
to nod, as she could not return her father’s gaze. "I will deal
with you at that time." Her father then sighed, shook his head
and left the room. Kelly got dressed, forgetting all about the
fact that she was just about to cum prior to her father’s appearance.
Kelly spent the day in school, but her mind wasn’t on her work.
Her teachers spoke, but she barely heard them. She engaged in
chats with her friends, but their words were lost on her mind
long before the vibrations had reached her ears. She was just
one of many naughty girls, who for that day, knew they faced a
trip over their Daddy’s lap when they got home from school. The
day moved very slowly, yet before Kelly knew it, it was time for
her to go home. And home was the place where a spanking would
be given to her. Earlier that day, she had gone into the ladies
room to pee. While there, she lifted her schoolgirl skirt and
lowered her panties and looked at her behind. The skin was very
white and she knew that in a few hours time, most likely those
two white cheeks would be all red and swollen. Her heart pounded
in her chest with such a force, that she was certain the entire
school could hear the beating sounds. Kelly arrived home from school and immediately went to her room.
Daddy wasn’t home yet, but it wouldn’t be too long before she
would hear his car pulling up to the driveway. Then, his footsteps
would grow louder and louder as he approached the door to her
room. Kelly rubbed her hands together. They were wet and clammy.
It was now late afternoon and the fading October sun was losing
the battle with the darkness of night. Kelly laid down on her
bed, and stared at the ceiling. Then, the familiar sound of Daddy’s
car could be heard. Once the car stopped moving, she heard the
car door open and then slam shut. Kelly was crying softly now. It didn’t take all that long before those familiar footsteps could
now be heard as her Daddy walked up the stairs to her bedroom.
Her Daddy knocked on the door and Kelly found her voice long enough
to say, "come in." Her father opened the door and walked into
her room. He didn’t say anything to her. Instead, he walked over
to her desk and pulled out the desk chair and brought it to the
middle of her room. He sat himself down and then spoke the words
that always caused Kelly to break in to a fresh batch of tears.
"Kelly, bring me the hairbrush." Before Kelly could stop them,
the tears began to flow and her voice returned once again. "Oh
Daddy, please don’t spank me. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.
Please!! Don’t spank me with the hairbrush. I’ll be good. I’ll
never do it again. I…" Her fathers voice brought an instant stop
to her begging. "Kelly, NOW. Bring the hairbrush here NOW. If
you’ve learned anything from past trips over my lap, it’s that
as bad as this spanking is going to be, it can always be worse."
Kelly knew all hope of her not getting a licking with the hairbrush
was lost, and she lost her composure as well. She cried very hard
now, but she managed to make her way to the dresser drawer and
retrieve the ebony hairbrush that her father has used to spank
her for as long as she could remember. It stung like hell. She
took it out of the drawer and approached her father, mindful of
the parental wrath she was about to feel on her exposed backside.
Her daddy never spared her dignity when it was spanking time.
Without taking the brush from his daughter’s hand, Daddy motioned
for her to lie down over his lap. As was often the case, Kelly
would feel the sting of her father’s palm across her bottom, and
then, when prompted, she would have to hand him the hairbrush.
Once Kelly was over his lap, Daddy adjusted her so she was in
the perfect spanking position. The seat of her skirt was now perfectly
centered on his lap. He began to rub her skirted bottom gently.
He started to lecture her about her unladylike behavior. The rubbing
and lecture went on for a long time. Daddy spoke about why it’s
important for a girl to always act like a lady and why touching
yourself is only done by "sluts," as her daddy had called them.
His voice suddenly was very chilling when he offered, "Are you
a slut, Kelly? Do you want me to think you are a dirty little
slut?" Kelly cried and told her Daddy that she was so sorry, and
that it would never happen again. She wanted him to know she was
a good girl and certainly didn’t mean any harm by what she had
done. But her Daddy wasn’t buying any of it. He had spanking fire
in his eyes, and soon, that fire was going to be transferred to
her behind. When her Daddy rubbed her ass, he always told her not to clench
her cheeks together. He insisted on her having a relaxed behind
when he started to spank. Daddy brought his palm down across the
blue skirt and Kelly jumped a little. Her Daddy held her firmly
over his lap and gave her covered bottom a long series of very
hard hand spanks. Kelly was losing the battle of silence and soon
she was crying softly. Her Daddy knew it would only be a matter
of time until his little girl would be crying her eyes out. Her
punishment had only just begun and it would be unlike any other
discipline session her father had ever put her through. End of Part 1
Part 2 The unmistakable sounds of Daddy’s hand smacking into the seat
of Kelly’s skirt was a sound that Mommy had heard in the past.
Mommy could always tell that sound from the sound Daddy’s hand
made when it crashed against his daughter’s panty clad behind
or bare backside. It was much louder and Kelly’s cries were also
much more audible. And when Daddy was using the hairbrush to punish
Kelly’s unprotected bottom, her yells and cries almost drowned
out the sound of the heavy ebony hairbrush as it would land on
her tender bare bottom over and over again. Mommy’s pulse would
quicken whenever she heard her husband spanking their daughter.
Probably the noisiest part of the punishment was just at the time
when Daddy was taking Kelly’s panties down. Kelly knew that when
her panties were lowered, it was time for the hairbrush. That
brush stung like the devil himself and Kelly always lost control
of her tears, from the very first stroke. The pain aside, it was
very embarrassing to be a young lady, face down over your fathers
lap. That was bad enough. But having your daddy lower your panties,
thus exposing your bare ass to his eyes? Well, for most any girl,
that would be punishment all by itself, even without the pain
of a spanking. But Kelly’s daddy did both. So Kelly would beg
her daddy to leave her panties up. She would beg through her tears.
She would promise to be good. To never do it again. She would
tell her Daddy that the spanking would hurt just as much over
her panties. Quite often, Mommy would hear Kelly yelling, "Daddy,
please Daddy, just this once don’t pull them down." And then Mommy
would hear her daughter wail and Mommy knew those panties were
on their way down. When Kelly got home from school that afternoon, Mommy was downstairs
in the basement. She was doing some laundry. Daddy had told Mommy
that Kelly was due for a spanking that night and when Kelly got
home from school, Mommy decided to leave her to her own thoughts.
Normally Mommy would ask Kelly how her day was and both mother
and daughter would engage in a nice little chat, but that was
not to be the case today. Instead, Kelly waited upstairs in her
room. She waited for her spanking. Mommy spanked Kelly too. She had her own hairbrush and would heat
Kelly’s rump whenever she felt her behavior had warranted such
discipline. However, when it came to strict, yet fair discipline,
nobody spanked harder than Daddy. So, if Mommy felt that Kelly’s
behavior was totally out of control, she was not beyond saying
to Kelly, "Just you wait until Daddy gets home." So, Mommy does
spank, but that is fodder for another story. Back upstairs Kelly was over her Daddy’s lap. The spanking had
been ongoing for about five minutes now. The seat of Kelly’s skirt
was getting quite warm, and if one could have seen the young girls
buttocks, he or she would have noted that the skin was a medium
shade of pink. Kelly was not crying really. There were some tears
in her eyes, and she did let out with a few loud cries of "OUCH!"
but her vocal reactions would soon become much more frantic in
nature. Daddy was giving her a hard spanking. Kelly’s Daddy didn’t believe in light spankings. If he was going
to take his daughter over his lap, he wasn’t going to allow the
experience to be wasted on her. He was going to make sure that
she remembered the lesson. Quite often, Kelly did remember the
schoolings she was being taught while over her Daddy’s lap. And
Kelly certainly learned one thing: A spanking was supposed to
hurt. And it did. Daddy stopped the spanking and gently rubbed the seat of Kelly’s
blue schoolgirl skirt. Kelly’s bottom was very warm and she welcomed
the cooling effect her Daddy’s rubbing would instill on her hiney.
Sometimes Daddy would stop and rub and remind his daughter to
not tense up her bottom. Kelly would do her best to relax her
muscles "back there," as daddy would often call them, as he continued
to rub and pat his daughter’s backside. In most cases, the rubbing
also meant the end to the skirt warming. Soon, her skirt would
be lifted out of the way, and she would feel her Daddy’s hand
resting on the seat of her panties. At that point, it would be
hard for her not to clench her cheeks, but a promise of a much
longer bare bottom hairbrushing often was all the incentive Kelly
needed to force her butt cheeks to relax. Kelly once thought to herself, "If they say there is no such thing
as a sure thing, they never watched my Daddy spank me." The "sure
thing" was that it was now time for the skirt to come up. And
as expected, Daddy was right on schedule. Kelly felt her skirt
being lifted out of the way and now her panty clad behind was
out from it’s hiding place. Kelly cried a little bit harder. Her
Daddy continued to rub and pat her bum and finally gave each cheek
a gentle rub and pat. That always was the signal that the spanking
was about to continue. Kelly closed her eyes and bit her lip and then she felt the SMACK!
of her Daddy’s hand come crashing down across her backside. Daddy
always spanked faster and harder during this part of the punishment.
Daddy could see through the thin white cotton panties his daughter
was wearing and he knew her ass was rapidly turning red. He would
alternate cheeks, first the left cheek and then the right. Sometimes
he would land a series of spanks in the same spot and that always
brought a fresh torrent of tears from the naughty girl. His palm
would travel up Kelly’s right buttock and then make it’s way down
her left cheek. Daddy would place a series of hard swats right
across her naughty ass crack. All during this time, Kelly’s crying
would become more intense, more urgent. Mommy would sometimes
stand in the kitchen by then, rubbing her own backside in sympathy
for her daughter. It’s easier to spank a naughty girl, than it
is to hear someone else doing it. Finally, after hand spanking
Kelly’s panty protected caboose for almost 10 minutes, and feeling
that he needed to give Kelly some time to rest her vocal cords,
Daddy stopped spanking her. Once again, his hand offered cooling
relief to her tortured sit-me-down. Her behind was now very red
and Kelly was truly sorry that she had been naughty. Her father
took his time while he rubbed, patted and soothed his daughters
well punished behind. He continued to lecture her and to make
sure she knew why she was being punished. "Kelly, why are you
being spanked?" he would ask. Through her tears, Kelly offered,
"Because I was touching myself Daddy and good girls don’t do things
like that." Her Daddy nodded and said, "Yes honey. And that is
why I have to punish you." Finally, she felt that all too familiar
pat and rub. She knew it was time for her panties to come down. End of Part 2
Part 3 Mommy knew the silence that had engulfed the house wouldn’t last
long. She could tell by the sounds just a few moments earlier,
Kelly was feeling Daddy’s palm across her panty-clad behind. She
could hear Kelly sobbing, but that sound was very low, very subdued.
Mommy waited for the inevitable. Kelly felt her Daddy’s hand rubbing the seat of her panties and
it helped the sting to subside just a bit. She couldn’t help thinking
about what was about to happen. She promised herself that she
wouldn’t carry on, that she’d just try not to make a fuss about
what happened to her every time she was being spanked. She felt
very calm and this kind of surprised her. Almost too calm. Then
she felt her Daddy tighten his grip around her waist, as his fingers
reached for the waistband of her panties. It didn’t take long
for Mommy to hear the familiar sound of her daughter’s voice.
"Daddy, NO DON’T! PLEEEEASSSEE!!! I’M SORRY! I’LL BE GOOD I PROMISE
AND I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN!!! Then, a very loud scream resonated
from the upstairs bedroom to the kitchen down below: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mommy knew what had just happened. Daddy kept his daughter over his lap her panties now just below
her spank spot. He enjoyed the view of Kelly’s tender, young behind.
He picked up the hairbrush and rested it against Kelly’s unprotected
twin globes. "Kelly, I am very upset that you would behave like
a slut. I will NOT allow you to do such things in this house!
Do you understand me young lady?" Kelly looked back at her Daddy
and nodded her head and said, "Please don’t use the hairbrush
Daddy. Please, it hurts too much." Daddy cut her begging short
by stating, "You should have thought of that, before you decided
to act like a slut and do that dirty disgusting thing. Now I am
going to take your ability to sit down away from you." One thing Daddy noticed about Kelly, aside from her ass, was her
legs. He realized that no matter how hard he hand spanked her,
Kelly only kicked her legs during a hairbrush spanking. Many times
her shoes would come flying off and wind up completely across
the room; it was quite a sight to behold. Daddy raised the hairbrush,
and ignoring his daughter’s pleas for a pardon, he brought the
brush down across her left butt cheek. Kelly screamed as the hairbrush
cracked into her tender hiney. Daddy let the brush visit her left
cheek and then her right. He gave her 20 licks to each sit spot
and then let the brush blister the upper portion of her backside.
He had to keep a tight grip on the young lady, or she would have
fallen completely off his lap. Before too long, Kelly’s legs were
kicking widely. Her right shoe came flying off as she kicked her
legs frantically to and fro. Daddy enjoyed the sight of his daughter’s
naughty bottom as the cheeks jiggled from the blows from the hairbrush,
as well as the motion caused by her leg kicking. Mommy knew that her daughter was really getting a blistering.
The spanking seemed to go on and on. When Daddy paused, Kelly
incorrectly thought her spanking was over but she soon realized
that her Daddy wasn’t even close to stopping when she felt the
sting of after shave lotion being rubbed on to her backside. As
much as the brush hurt, it hurt twice as much whenever Daddy would
freshen her skin up with aftershave lotion. The young lady was
screaming and crying and carrying on, as her Daddy taught her
a very painful lesson. Up the brush rose and down it came, crashing
across the naughty girls bottom globes. Daddy watched as Kelly’s
ass soon become a mass of red blotches and swollen skin. Kelly’s
throat hurt from all the yelling and crying she had been doing.
Finally, her Daddy set the brush aside, and once again, gently
rubbed her fiery red seat. "Kelly," her Daddy began, "Your spanking may be over, but your
punishment certainly isn’t." Kelly heard her Daddy opening up
a jar and she turned around to look. She saw her Daddy taking
out a suppository and then he was wrapping something around it.
Kelly wasn’t sure what that was and it frightened her. Before
she could ask, her Daddy answered her question. "Kelly, I have
wrapped ginger root around this suppository and it’s going to
sting the inside of your bottom hole. I am going to teach you
once and for all, that I am in charge of you and that you do as
I tell you." Kelly then felt her Daddy’s hands on her seat, as
he spread her cheeks very wide apart. Kelly knew that Daddy could
see everything right now. Her genital area, as well as her anus
was now under her Daddy’s gaze. She felt totally helpless at this
point, knowing her Daddy was looking at her hiney hole. She was
about to get her first ginger root suppository. End of Part 3 Part 4 Kelly felt the tip of the suppository pressing against her anal
opening. Daddy gently pushed it inside his daughter’s healthy
pink anus until it could no longer be seen. A small sigh escaped
from Kelly’s mouth as she could feel her bottom hole doing its
best to force out the unwelcome visitor. Still, her poop shoot
was no match for Daddy and before too long the suppository was
all the way inside of her. For a moment, Kelly remained quite.
She was still over her Daddy’s lap, with her short skirt up and
her panties at half-mast. It was the classic spanking position
and Kelly knew it all too well. She began thinking that this wasn’t
so bad when all of a sudden the fire started. "AAAHHHH!!! OOOHHH!!!
DADDY!!! OOUUUCCHHH!!!" Kelly had never felt anything like this
before. The closest thing she could remember was one bout with
"the runs," when her anus felt like it was on fire with each loose
loaf that pass through her shit hole. But nothing that she could
recall felt this bad. It felt as if her anus was going to melt
from the heat. All the naughty young girl could do was cry. So
she cried and cried and then cried some more. Her legs kicked
for the first time without the coaxing from a hairbrush. Her pleas
were beyond urgent as she begged her Daddy to, "Please Daddy,
Oh God it hurts!!! Please take it out. I’m sorry I was naughty!!"
Daddy reminded her that she had brought all of this on herself
and that he expected her to take her punishment like a lady. His
hand kept her ass cheeks tightly closed so nothing could help
to quell the heat that was still building between her bottom globes.
The pain and discomfort lasted over half an hour and was probably
even more painful than a hairbrush spanking. The reason was this
kind of discomfort didn’t seem to end. It just kept coming at
you without any relief in sight. At least a spanking had an ending
to it and as soon as it was over, you knew some cooling down would
occur. With this, you got the feeling that your asshole would
never be the same if you lived to be a thousand. The old joke
about stepping on your friend’s foot so they’ll forget all about
their stomachache was about to be put to the test because all
of a sudden, Kelly had to go to the potty, very badly. "Daddy,
I have to use the potty," the tearful young lady begged. Daddy,
I have to have a BM, please!" Daddy wasn’t impressed. "Oh you
do, do you?" he mocked. Well, since you behaved like such a slut,
don’t give me the ladylike version of what you have to do. Daddy
made his voice very high and repeated Kelly’s pleas, "Daddy, I
have to use the potty, very badly." "NO!" he thundered. Speak
in terms that only a slut would know. Tell me you have to take
a shit and that your asshole is hurting and you have to pinch
a loaf. Lets here it young lady!" By this point, Kelly was totally
embarrassed, but too weak to fight any of it. "Daddy, my asshole
is filled with shit and I have to squat down and squeeze really
hard until all of that smelly shit come flowing out of it." Yes,
Daddy was in total control of his little girl and he wasn’t about
to let her forget that fact. "That is true Kelly, your asshole
is filled with naughty smelly shit. And if you think I’m going
to let you wipe your asshole clean after you shit with me watching,
you are very sadly mistaken. That having been said, I do believe
that you have suffered enough and I will now escort you to the
potty, just as I did when you were a little girl." With that said, Kelly’s Daddy led her to the bathroom. He sat
Kelly down on the potty and let her know what he expected from
her. "Kelly, turn around on the potty. I want to see your slutty
little shit hole get all large as you do something that very naughty
slutty girls do. Good girls do not let people watch their assholes
shit, do they?" When Kelly didn’t answer, her Daddy smacked her
across the face. Not hard at all mind you, but just enough to
get her focused on what he wanted her to do. "No Daddy, good girls
go potty in private. Only naughty girls have to let their Daddy’s
watch them go." Kelly began to squeeze and she screamed because
the ginger root still stung her anus something awful. Daddy watched
as his little girl’s very tight and pink anus began to pucker
and stretch wider and wider. A loud and low sound could now be
heard and Kelly blushed. Daddy didn’t waste this opportunity to
bestow a little more humiliation upon his little girl. "What was
that?" her Daddy asked. "I passed gas," Kelly managed. "Say what
you did, but say it in such a way that only a slut would say it."
Kelly knew what her Daddy wanted to hear and she wasn’t about
to disobey him again. "I farted Daddy." "Yes, you did. And good
girls never fart, do they?" "No Daddy, they do not." Kelly’s anus hurt like hell as the first huge turd began making
its exit from her doo doo hole. The large solid load was half
in and half out and Kelly pushed as hard as she could to get it
all out. She grunted and groaned and squeezed and made a potty
face. Finally, the sound of the poop splashing into the water
could be heard. Kelly’s shit hole wasn’t pink anymore. Instead,
it was now very red with some brown mixed in. Kelly reached for
the toilet paper but her Daddy quickly grabbed her hand and moved
it away before she could take any. "Oh no, no way. Only good girls
get to wipe their assholes. Naughty girls have to keep their butt
holes dirty. Now, get up and come with me." Kelly followed Daddy
back into the bedroom, where he took her back over his lap. For
the next 10 minutes, Daddy blistered her ass with a wooden spoon.
Kelly did more kicking and crying during that time, than she had
done during the hairbrush spanking. Perhaps a spanking hurts more
when the recipient has a dirty bottom hole. After the spanking, Daddy gave the following command to his wayward
little girl, "Kelly, I want you to turn around, and get on your
knees. Stay on the bed. Just elevate your ass high into the air."
"Daddy, please don’t spank me anymore, I’ll be good," Kelly offered.
Her daddy fought back a smile. "It’s not a spanking you need fear
right now, my dear," her Daddy said as he started to unzip his
zipper. End of Part 4
Part 5 Daddy was already quite hard when he took his cock out of his
pants. It always excited him whenever he had to punish his daughter.
The sounds of her going potty, the noises that his palm made when
it smacked into her backside and the loud crying and begging were
all sources of arousal for Daddy. Kelly’s behavior was so offensive
this time, that Daddy felt justified in finally being able to
give her the ass fucking he felt all young girls should have to
endure. In his own way, he felt this would ensure that he maintained
control over her and it was his hope that she would remember that
he was in charge and that she would do as he says. Because when
you cut right to the chase, it was all about discipline, Dominance
and submission. He stroked his cock as he looked between the upturned cheeks of
his naughty little girl. Her anus was there for the taking. He
rubbed his penis and felt it getting harder. His mind drifted
back to when Kelly was on the potty, grunting and groaning as
her asshole spread wide apart as a large load was making its way
out of her. Daddy could feel his own heart pounding, and he was
totally lost in this fantasy, which was coming true. His own voice
and that of Kelly’s served to make his desires even stronger.
"Tell Daddy, does your ass smell bad right now, Kelly?" her Daddy
asked. Kelly answered in a low voice that her Daddy had to struggle
to hear. "Yes sir." "Yes sir, why, Kelly?" "My ass smells bad
because you wouldn’t let me wipe after I pinched a loaf, Daddy."
"And just WHY weren’t you able to wipe your shit hole, young lady?"
"Because naughty girls don’t get to wipe." "So Kelly, then you
must say that the reason your asshole smells bad right now, is
because you were a naughty girl and all naughty girls have assholes
that smell bad." Kelly took a deep breath and spoke the words
that her Daddy wanted to hear, and if the truth were told, words
that the young lady wanted to say. "My asshole smells bad because
I was a naughty girl and all naughty girls have smelly bottom
holes." With that last sentence out of her mouth, Daddy pushed his cock
deep into her shit hole. He began to pump back and forth. "Daddy,
OUCH!" was all Kelly could say. Daddy fucked his little girl right
in her asshole and he made sure that she would learn a good lesson.
He grabbed her ponytail and pushed her head up as his cock found
a nice home in her smelly brown asshole. "I’m fucking you in your
dirty hole, aren’t I?" Daddy asked. "Yes Daddy, you are and I’ll
be a good girl for you from now on, I promise." Daddy then couldn’t
take it anymore and shot a huge load of cum up his daughter’s
poop shoot. He then told Kelly to lie down on her tummy. Once down on the bed, Daddy opened up a tube of soothing lotion
that he massaged into Kelly’s red and sore buttocks. Her rubbed
gently and whispered into his little girl’s ear, "Daddy loves
you. Daddy always loves you." The End
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