Tales of the CPA - In Chambers (Annette 3)
Posted: Tue Feb 16, 2021 8:19 am
Tales of the CPA - In Chambers (Annette 3)
Annette trudged grimly down the corridor as she followed Judge Griffin to his chambers. She knew that things were going to go badly for her – the only question was exactly HOW bad. This case had been a disaster from the very start…
The first bad news was learning that she would be facing Gary Benseman as her opposing counsel. He was a shrewd prosecutor, both in making his case and when it came to underhand tricks that just skirted the edges of legality. To make matters worse, they had dated for several months at university. He was tall, dark-haired, and athletic – qualities she had found attractive. Unfortunately, his personality was far less agreeable than his appearance, something she had learned the hard way.
Presenting her bottom for a spanking was routine for Annette – like any other pretty girl she had been caned frequently at school, strapped by police since the age of thirteen, and was regularly punished in court at the whim of the presiding judge. She was thus used to exposing herself in front of strangers – but having Gary watch was going to make it more personal. Their breakup had not been amicable, and his love of seeing her spanked was the main reason that she had ended the relationship. Right now, Gary was walking behind her – feasting his eyes on her pert little bottom as he gleefully anticipated what was to come. After Gary came the Bailiff, a short, stout man of African descent. The strap hanging from his belt would be soon leaving its mark on Annette’s tender tushy.
Annette’s employers demanded that her bottom always be bare when she worked – both in the office and in court. Her grey knee-length skirt had a heart-shaped cutout that displayed her delectable derriere in all its naked perfection – wearing panties was forbidden. At present the flawless skin of her buttocks was milk-white, but they both knew that would change to red quite shortly.
Having Annette work bare-assed served three main purposes – aside from the titillation of her employers. Firstly, it guaranteed that all eyes were on her when she represented in court. She only had to stand up to be the centre of attention. This, supposedly, meant that more weight would be given to her arguments by the jury. Secondly, it was good advertising for the firm. Annette and her fellow lawyers had been selected for their beauty as well as their brains, so having their bottoms on display made them unforgettable – and much sought-after. But it also served as a powerful motivator. Having her ass open to the breeze was a constant reminder of her vulnerability – and the inevitable consequences of any mistake or shortcoming. Consequently, the lovely ladies who worked for the “Quill and Cane” firm were diligent in their preparation, and while male lawyers liked to joke about the “bare-bottomed barristers”, they privately conceded that Annette and her colleagues were not to be underestimated in the courtroom.
Sadly for Annette, this was not likely to be a winning case. Aside from Gary’s skilled (if somewhat underhand) legal machinations, there was the major drawback that her client was quite blatantly guilty. A young woman of privilege, used to escaping most of the consequences of her actions, she had embarked on a spree of vandalism while under the influence of a cocktail of illicit drugs. The fact that she had done so while naked had guaranteed a swift police response and the attention of numerous cellphones. The evidence was overwhelming. Naturally, the police had been quick to give a brutal strapping, but the matter hadn’t ended there. Owing to the seriousness of the offenses, Annette's client was also facing several months in a correctional facility. Despite the fact that victory was nigh-impossible, Annette was still expected to give her best effort, if only to uphold the reputation of the firm. She was fighting a losing battle – And knew that she would get a dose of the strap for every failed objection or dismissed argument. Failure to put herself on the line however would simply guarantee a severe thrashing the next day when she was dressed down by the senior partners. So whatever the outcome, she was going to end up with a badly bruised behind.
Discovering that the case would be heard by Judge Griffin had been a further cause of dismay. She had not appeared in his court before, but had heard stories. Like all judges he was keen to use the powers of the CPA on any attractive woman who came within his jurisdiction: not only defendants but female lawyers, court staff, witnesses or even members of the jury if he felt they weren’t paying proper attention. It was commonplace for women to be holding their ankles in court, gasping and moaning as their backsides were tanned. Griffin had a habit of taking things a step further however. The standard court-issued spanking was six swats from whichever implement a judge saw fit. Annette could take that easily, but since she would receive several doses during a case it got quite painful toward the end. While Griffin ordered these regularly, he also liked to take attractive counsel into his chambers if he felt that a matter needed more “in-depth” consideration. So, to Annette’s dismay, her first objection of the day had not been met with a summary a strapping, but an adjournment.
“Court will go to recess,” Griffin announced. “I will see counsel in my chambers to discuss this matter.”
Annette knew that punishments administered in his chambers were far worse than the ones given in open court, but she had never learned all the details. When she had asked Griffin’s other victims what went on, the usual response was a tight-lipped, “You’ll find out soon enough!”
On entering Griffin’s chambers, Annette was alarmed to see an indication of what she was in for. The wall behind Griffin’s desk was hung with a variety of spanking implements: straps, paddles, whips and canes. Even worse was the birching block in one corner. Identical to the one used by police, it had wide velcro-fastened straps that would hold a luckless girl down, her buttocks positioned for punishment. Annette had been on one before, and it was an experience she would never forget. It was clear that Griffin was a spanking enthusiast, and that he was going to take things considerably further than the regular court discipline.
Griffin stepped behind his desk, with Annette and Gary standing in front of it. The bailiff shut the door with an ominous ‘thud’. Griffin seated himself and looked directly at the anxious lawyer. He was in his late fifties, of medium height and a lean face adorned with wire-rimmed spectacles.
“Now then Miss Lockheart,” he smiled. “This is your first time appearing in front of me, so let me tell you what I expect in my court. I stand for no nonsense, no chicanery – and no time-wasting. You are currently in violation of all there of those.”
Annette was about to protest, but Griffin cut her off with a wave of his hand.
“By entering my court with your ass hanging out you have not only made a mockery of these august halls of justice, but are clearly attempting to influence the jury with your little peep-show. That puts you in violation of rules one and two. Moreover, your objection to the admissibility of evidence should have been lodged prior to the commencement of proceedings – which puts you in violation of rule three. This is not a good start to your case.”
He raised an eyebrow questioningly, giving Annette permission to speak.
“The skirt is my uniform, your honour,” she said. “I didn’t choose it. And I’ve worn this in court for the last two years, nobody has objected.”
“Well now they have,” replied Griffin sternly. “The fact that other judges might allow such nonsense has no bearing on the matter. This is my courtroom and I will decide what is appropriate. Bailiff! Six swats for contempt!”
Annette was stunned. Swats just for wearing her required uniform! This was a bad start indeed…
She knew better than to argue though and reached to pull up her skirt. Once again, Griffin interrupted. “Seeing as how you are comfortable with exposing yourself, I’m sure you won’t mind removing your other clothes as well?”
This was unexpected. “Bend and Present!” had been a regular part of Annette’s life since her thirteenth birthday, and she was well-accustomed to displaying her bare bottom to gawking strangers as she took swats from a police strap. Removing the rest of her clothes however – that was strangely unnerving. To be sure, she had stripped countless times in police search rooms, but here, in front of the judge, bailiff and Gary it somehow felt more personal. Gary had seen her naked many times while they were dating, but since they were no longer together (and she had dumped him in high indignation,) giving him another look was annoying to say the least. But she knew there was only one acceptable answer to Griffin’s question.
“Of course not, your honour,” she replied. She tried to keep her expression neutral as she unbuttoned her jacket. She draped over the back of a chair, and worked at the buttons of her whited business shirt, trying to ignore the smirking judge in front of her. Gary had stepped to one side to get a better view of the proceedings, and the bailiff had joined Griffin behind the desk. Soon her shirt had joined her jacket, and the three men could admire her smooth skin and flat tummy. Annette rode a bicycle several times a week, toning her slender body to perfection. Her bust was small, only a B-cup, but so firm and high that her youthful breasts didn’t need the support of the pale-blue lace bra that held them. She reached behind to unclip it, and removed the flimsy garment to show her soft pink nipples. Dropping the bra onto the chair, she reached immediately for the button of her skirt, showing no hesitation as she allowed it to slip down to the floor. Only when it was down around her ankles did she pause, letting her audience get a good view of her nether regions. They would get a far better view once she was bent over of course, but posing with apparent indifference as they ogled her showed that she was unashamed. Her mound was lasered bare save for a small, neatly-trimmed strip of hair above her slit, a delicious sight for male eyes. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her black stockings.
“Shall I remove these too?” she asked.
Griffin pursed his lips as he ran his eyes up and down her gorgeous body.
“No…” he replied slowly. “You can leave those on.” He nodded in satisfaction. “Now – bend and present!”
“Yes, your honour,” said Annette. She took a step away from the desk and turned around so her back was to the judge. Stepping her feet wide apart, she bent double and took hold of her ankles. “I am ready to be punished, sir,” she addressed the bailiff. “Please give me what I deserve.”
She was now on full display, her buttocks pulled taut and separated to reveal the tiny pink rosebud between them. Her pussy had opened slightly, and a hint of moisture glistened within. Like most frequently-strapped women she had developed an involuntary arousal response to being punished. The tension of waiting, the expectation of the pain – and the knowledge that she was being gazed at with unbridled lust -all combined to induce a physical response she could not control.
The bailiff stepped behind her and unhooked his strap. “Nothing like a good spanking to get things started!” he smiled happily.
“Yes, sir,” Annette replied dutifully. She felt the hard leather rub over her soft buttocks as he checked his range. He took a step back, raised his arm high and swung forcefully.
*WHACK!* The strap slammed into the centre of her bottom, sending a ripple through her flesh.
“One. Thank you sir!” she counted promptly. The words came automatically, an expected part of the procedure. The sting of the first swat was spreading through her bum, lighting up her nerve endings and sending conflicting signals of both pain in her rear and higher arousal in her pussy.
*WHACK!* Another strong hit – right on top of the last. This was bad news – if he kept working the same spot the pain would be even more intense…
“Two. Thank you sir!”
*WHACK!* The third swat landed, right in the same place. The burn was getting worse.
“Mmm… three, thank you sir!”
Annette heard the shuffling of feet behind her as the bailiff moved to her other side. This was a small, but welcome change. The strap would always hit one cheek harder than the other, leaving asymmetrical bruising that lengthened the healing time. Having her second three delivered from the other side would balance things out – but it was clear that they would all be landing in the same place, right across the centre of her gorgeous globes. Her ass was now sporting a broad red line through the middle, showing how accurately the strap had landed on its target.
Halfway there, she thought to herself. It’s a tough six, but you’ve had worse.
*WHACK!* The fourth swat was delivered with a well-practised backhand that forced a small gasp from her lips.
“Ah! Four…” she paused. “Thank you, sir.” Damn it! He was really laying on hard! And this was her first spanking of the day, with more to follow…
*WHACK!* Another stinging swat.
“Oh! Five, thank you sir.” Annette held her ankles tightly. Just one more…
The sixth was slow in coming, making her wait for several nerve-wracking seconds before –
*WHACK!* The pain was bad, the last blow landing on top of a well-tanned bottom, but at least it was over now.
“Ahhh…” she breathed out a sigh of relief. “Six. Thank you sir!” She waited for permission to rise.
“Very good.” Griffin’s voice was smug. “You may stand counsel.”
Annette straightened up. Her ass was glowing, but she couldn’t rub it in front of them. To do so would be to show that she had been hurt – and she was expected to take her strappings as though they were nothing but an inconvenience. Both she and the firm had a reputation to uphold after all.
She looked the Bailiff in the eye. “Thank you for punishing me,” she said demurely. His wide grin showed that it had been his pleasure to be of service.
“And thank you for ordering it, your honour.” She bowed slightly toward Griffin. “I will remember that lesson.”
In truth, she was greatly put out. Having taken a strapping just for wearing her uniform, she could expect more of the same next time she appeared in front of Griffin – the senior partners would never allow her to wear a full skirt, and they had no sympathy for her behind. “All part of the job!” they would remind her when she returned to the office with a multicoloured ass.
“You are quite welcome,” Griffin said magnanimously. “So, that deals with the contempt. Now bend over again. Bailiff! Another six for wasting court time.”
Annette’s mouth dropped open. Another six? This was starting to feel like a police-issued strapping, with extra swats added for every contrived charge. She knew better than to argue however, and reluctantly assumed the position once more, lest she give him an excuse to add more. Soon the air was filled with the smack of leather on skin, and the muffled gasps of a woman taking her punishment.
Her second dose was even worse than the first, the strap hitting again and again on the same small patch of red (and now swelling) flesh. She dug her fingernails into her ankles as she struggled to keep still. Moving too much could earn her additional swats for “non-compliance”, and she was already getting more than she had bargained for…
*WHACK!*
“AHH! F-four, thank you sir!” Annette’s voice was trembling. The sting was fierce now, her legs were trembling slightly and her bottom was afire. Normally she could take the standard dozen from a cop without embarrassing herself, but the bailiff had a strong arm and a distressingly good aim.
*WHACK!*
“Gnnnnngghh!” Annette moaned through gritted teeth. If was a few seconds before she could gasp out, “F-five! *gulp* Th-thank you s-sir!” She braced herself for the final swat.
*WHACK!*
The heavy strap fell once more, sending another spasm of pain through her badly-beaten bottom.
“OOOoooowwwww!” She couldn’t contain the cry of anguish that forced its way through her lips. “Si… si…,” she drew a deep breath. “Six! *gasp* “Th-th… Thank you, s-sir!” Her voice was strained and shakey. Damn it! That had been a particularly nasty dozen – and the day had barely begun! Things were looking grim indeed…
The judge was slow in giving her permission to stand. All three men took the time to examine the red-bruised strip in the middle of her beautiful buttocks – and to relish the sound as she panted heavily. It was clear that she was hurting, and her suffering was a source of great satisfaction. Finally Griffin gave the order.
“You may rise, counsel.”
Annette let go of her ankles, pressing her hands flat to the sides of her legs as she stood and turned around. The temptation to rub at her throbbing tushy was extreme – but she wasn’t going to give in now. Her eyes were moist as she addressed the Bailiff.
“That was an excellent s-spanking, sir,” she said humbly. “Thank y-you f-for punishing me.” She faced Griffin again. “I w-will not waste your time again, your honour. Thank you for the correction.”
“Excellent!” Griffin beamed. “Well then, now that those formalities are out of the way, we can move on to your objection. He nodded to the Baillif. “You may go now. I will call you when court is to resume.”
“Very good, your honour.” The man departed, with a last, lingering look at Annette’s injured rear as he closed the door behind him.
Finally! Annette breathed an inward sigh of relief. Now she could get on with her case! She marshalled her arguments, trying to ignore the fact that she was wearing only her stockings and shoes, looking more like a porn star than an accomplished lawyer. Gary was to one side of her, no doubt smiling happily as he gazed at her naked body. She decided to ignore him as best she could. She just hoped that the proceedings would take long enough for her ass to recover somewhat.
But Griffin rose from his seat and turned to the wall, perusing the collection of implements so proudly displayed. “Now then, what should I use…”
Annette’s blood ran cold. No! Not more! What was he doing?
The judge’s question was rhetorical, but Gary answered anyway. “I believe the cane is the best thing for a naughty girl,” he suggested.
“Quite so!” Griffin beamed. He removed a long, slender rattan from its hook and flexed it between his hands, showing how supple it was. “This should do the trick.” He looked Annette in the eye. “Over the desk counsel. Unless you wish to withdraw your objection?”
FUCK! Annette couldn’t believe it. She had already taken a dozen swats – now he was going to cane her as well? But she had little choice in the matter. If she withdrew the objection Gary was sure to inform the senior partners – and they would be merciless when they found out. Added to which, she had a reputation to maintain, both within the firm itself and to the world at large. Since her unexpected victory in Boris Karloff’s drink-driving case she had become the firm’s star lawyer. Failing now would harm her career and probably scuttle any chance of making partner herself one day. With a sinking heart she approached the desk and lay over the top, spreading her legs wide so that her body was flat on the polished wood. She grasped the far edge and tried to prepare herself. Being in this position brought back unwanted memories from high school…
She could still recall her first caning. The long walk to the office, the command to take position – and the feeling of helplessness as the headmaster had lifted her skirt and pulled down her thong panties to expose her pert little teenage bottom. He had given her strokes slowly, with much lecturing in between, maximising his pleasure as he feasted both his eyes and hands upon her exposed womanhood. His skilled fingers would bring her almost to orgasm before stopping to deliver the next stroke. By the time he had finished she was howling in pain, wet with arousal, and blushing in shame at her own reaction. Every caning that followed had been the same – and there were many during her four years at high school. It was in his office that she had first traded a blowjob in return for mercy – a trade that she was to repeat countless times in police stations. It had been an education in submission that prepared her well for life under the CPA.
The cane swished through the air, breaking her out of her reverie and making her flinch. She heard Gary snicker, and silently cursed herself for allowing him to see weakness.
“Now then counsel,” Griffin gently tapped the rattan against her reddened rear. “Tell me why you believe that the crown’s evidence should be excluded.”
Here goes! Annette braced herself for the inevitable. “The claim of category one drug use is unsubstantiated,” she declared. “The crown is relying on a witness statement that was not made under oath. Nor were any drugs found on my client, despite a thorough cavity search.”
Erica’s graphic description of her time on the search table had brought back unwanted memories of Annette’s own ordeal at the hands of PC Carver. The extra long “special” hose and the speculum exam still haunted her dreams…
*CRACK!*
The cane sliced through the air and met the centre of her tender tushy, reminding her that she had far more immediate concerns.
“Eeeyaaah!” squealed Annette. “One! Thank you… sir.”
“How does the crown respond to this?”
“No drugs were found because the accused had already taken them,” said Gary simply. “And as for the witness statement, it was given by a person who admitted to supplying the aforementioned drugs to the young lady. It is a contemporaneous account and therefore admissible.”
The dealer who had grassed on Erica had, of course been let off scott-free. Annette knew that the police allowed such men to operate as long as they provided a steady stream of tips about their more attractive customers. Girls who were facing hard time were usually willing to barter far more than the usual blowjobs in order to keep out of a detention facility. Being young, pretty and slutty, Erica was experienced in such matters, and had freely offered her services in exchange for leniency. The police had happily accepted, making use of all her openings for several hours – but then, to Erica’s outrage, had reneged on the deal. Either they wanted to make an example of her, or (more likely in Annette’s opinion,) they were under pressure to meet their quota for the detention centres. Filled with the prettiest offenders that could be found, they provided a steady stream of revenue thanks to the paying customers who could witness - and even partake in – the daily humiliations and punishments.
*CRACK!* The cane fell once more.
“OOOOWWWWW!!” Annette wailed. “T-t, two, th-thank you, s-sir!”
“Can you offer a rebuttal to the Crown?”
In her bent-over position, Annette was already offering all the ‘butt’ she had, but thought it best not to point this out. “The witness was informing to avoid prosecution,” she managed. “He did a deal with the police.” She knew it was a weak argument even as she said it.
*CRACK!*
“AAAhhhhhhhhh!” It took her a while to collect herself. “Three. Thank you, sir.”
“There is no record of any such deal,” Gary said calmly. “This is pure speculation on the part of the defense.”
Of course there was no record, Annette thought glumly. The cops did ‘handshake deals’ on the street – and in contrast to their usual two-facedness, they were oddly reliable in keeping them.
*CRACK!*
“EEEEEEEE!!”
Her ass was ablaze now, the cruel bite of the cane searing into her already battered behind. “Ah, ah, ah,” she stammered, her eyes filling with tears. It took several deep breaths before she could count off and thank Griffin.
“Anything else to say, counsel?”
Annette shook her head, defeated. She had no more arguments, nor the will to voice them.
“Very well. Since you have failed to substantiate your objection, I rule in favour of the Crown. The statement is admissible.”
Goddammit! All this for nothing!
*CRACK!* A final, sizzling stroke was laid across her buttocks.
“OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!”
Annette had not been optimistic about her chances, fully expecting the usual six after a failed objection. But Griffin had turned it into a long and extremely painful beating that left her on the verge of openly sobbing. She lay forlornly over the desk, waiting for permission to rise. Her ass was burning and she couldn’t wait to go to the restroom and rub some cream on it.
“So then,” Griffin’s voice was cheerful. “Objection overruled means another six.”
“What?” Annette’s gasped in shock. Having just taken five with the cane she had expected that to be the end of it. Evidently Griffin thought differently. Her caning had simply been part of the proceedings for him – and a source of amusement. It was clear that his reputation as the meanest judge in the New Bailey was well-deserved.
“Rules are rules, my dear!” Griffin smirked. “Mr Benseman – would you like to administer discipline this time?”
“I’d be delighted, your honour!” Gary beamed.
Annette felt a cold chill in her stomach. During the brief period when they had dated, Gary had been obsessed with the idea of spanking her – something she had refused to permit. “I get plenty of that in class!” she told him. “And you get to watch - isn’t that enough?”
In truth, she might have let him do it once or twice if he hadn’t been so keen on the idea. It was clear to her that he wouldn’t be happy with just the occasional playful spanking – he wanted to tan her ass properly, just like the police did. With a bottom that was seldom free of bruises, she wasn’t about to allow yet another man to bend her over for the strap. After a while, Gary had let the matter drop – or so she thought. But soon after, she noticed that she was getting punished more frequently at uni, and that nearly every date they went on ended with her taking a dozen or more from a strong policeman, usually in front of a large and enthusiastic audience. It didn’t take long to realise that Gary was setting her up and she had dumped him. Her parting words were not fit to print as she had unloaded her anger.
But now, he was finally going to get his wish – and she knew that he would make every swat count.
“Choose your weapon!” joked Griffin. “She’s already had the strap and the cane – time for something new.”
Gary ran his eyes over the wall. It didn’t take him long to make his choice. “That paddle,” he said.
Annette looked up again to see what he had selected – and immediately wished she hadn’t. Griffin was taking down a large wooden paddle that seemed about two and a half feet long. The business end had been drilled with holes to minimise air resistance, and Annette knew from painful experience that a faster swing meant a harder swat. Taking this on top of her bruises and welts would be absolute hell She felt her courage slipping away from her.
Gary took possession of the paddle, pausing to admire its construction. “A fine piece of workmanship,” he declared.
“I have all my equipment custom made,” Griffin said proudly. “That’s the finest willow. Carved by hand, sanded and oiled. Light but sturdy.”
Annette dropped her chin back to the desk as Gary walked behind her. “Keep those legs wide!” he ordered. “And no moving, or I’ll start over.”
Annette’s stomach was in knots as she contemplated her fate. The touch of the paddle against her sensitive rear end made her cringe, and she gripped tight to the edge of the desk. Whatever happened she must not break position, or things would get even worse…
A couple of gentle taps sent needles shooting through her battered bottom. “Are you ready, counsel?” asked Gary with mocking formality.
“Yes sir,” replied Annette forlornly. She closed her eyes and braced herself.
*SMACK!*
The paddle whooshed through the air and landed dead-centre on her tiny posterior – directly over the welts left by the cane. The shock of the impact took her breath away for a moment, but then the fire seared through her.
“AAAAAIIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!” Annette shrieked. She clawed at the desk, desperate to control her impulse to jump up and rub her flaming cheeks. “BWAAA-HAAAAA!!”
The two men chuckled.
“That seems to have got her attention,” Griffin commented. “I hope this will be a lesson you won't forget in a hurry young lady!”
The distressed lawyer slumped back down, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath again. That was only one! How could she possibly take another five? She whimpered quietly.
The paddle tapped her again, making her jump slightly. “What do we say?” Gary prompted.
Tears stung her eyes. It was so unfair! It wasn’t enough that she was getting her ass tanned for their amusement, she had to go through the ritual of thanking him. She sniffed noisily and cleared her throat.
“W-w… one, thank… (sniff) y-you,” she gasped for another breath. “Sir!” Despite her best efforts, her voice was barely a squeak. It was clear to all that she had reached her limit and was close to breaking down entirely.
*SMACK!* The paddle descended again, pulverising her soft buttocks.
“WAAA-HAAA-HAAAAA!!” she bawled. Her composure had completely left her and she clung to the desk sobbing loudly. Her legs shook and she was waggling her bottom from side to side as if to shake off the pain. This of course simply meant a better show for Gary, who delighted in every shake of her tail. It was a fine display of a delightful, well-punished posterior, and he was in no hurry to end it.
"Perhaps you would rather take your punishment on the block?" Gary suggested. "That would make it easier."
Annette moaned. She didn’t know how she was going to cope with the rest of her paddling – but she shuddered at the thought of being fastened to the block. She would be completely helpless, and she didn't trust Gary to stop at six. He would take his chance to give her the beating of a lifetime.
She was utterly miserable, beaten and broken. Her case was lost, she knew that, but she would still be expected to give it her best effort to uphold the reputation of the firm. That meant at least another couple of spankings. The mere thought of going back into the courtroom with her thoroughly thrashed tushy filled her with dread. How could she possibly bend over for more?
It was one of those days when she wished she had chosen a different career…
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