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I had just moved to new college for an advanced degree and since my funds were limited I gratefully leapt at a job as a graduate research assistant. My first meeting with Dr. White was slightly embarrassing since I was ten minutes late. My flimsy excuse was that her office was deep in a maze of storage rooms in one of the outlying buildings and it took forever to find the stairway to the sub-basement. As I was nervously trying to justify my tardiness she held up a hand to silence me.
"No need to explain young man. Consider this your first challenge and you succeeded. Most people don't even know this floor exists. I found this space a few years ago and while I keep a small office in the department for student problems, this is where I do my most interesting work and the remote location suits me just fine. It took some doing to get it the way I want it but it was worth it, don't you think?"
I had to agree with her. After the trip through the dark and dingy hallways it was an oasis. It was actually a suite of sorts. Beautiful wood paneling and marvelous oak furniture throughout. The front room had a nice desk, a couch for waiting visitors and a door leading to a storage closet. The main office was a true marvel. The desk was massive and had a large easy chair. Along one wall was a sofa that dwarfed the rest of the furniture. Not only was it long enough for a basketball player to stretch out and not hang off either end, but it was wider than any similar piece I had ever seen. If you sat on it and rested against the back, your knees would not reach the edge. It could easily be a very comfortable bed and I wondered how many times Dr. White had spent the night here. A door off to one side opened into a small lavatory complete with a shower. I was impressed. It was more like what you would expect for the president of a large company. The only thing missing was a penthouse view.
As I sat there in awe of my surroundings she reviewed my application and asked me a few questions. There were the expected inquiries regarding my previous studies and experience but there were a few that surprised me. Was I married (No), did I have a steady girlfriend (Sadly, No again), did I work out on a regular basis (Yes), and the one that really got me was if I was a heterosexual. For a moment I wondered if she was planning on making a pass at me. I guess I should describe Dr. White at this point. She was in her late forties and attractive in an older woman sort of way. Not my idea of a dream date but if I had to make love to her as part of the job it wouldn't be too great a sacrifice. I assured her that I preferred females for intimate company and she made another note on her pad before standing up to shake my hand and offer me the job.
My duties would be to maintain her files, run errands, and generally be at her beck and call as necessary. At her request, I did most of my work on the weekends and if I showed up during the week she usually sent me on what I thought to be wild goose chases with the primary purpose of keeping me away for an hour or two. My suspicion was increased when I passed a fairly attractive young woman heading down the stairs as I was emerging from the bowels of the building. We exchanged smiles but where mine was all warmth and hopeful, hers was forced and nervous as she quickly scurried on her way.
The folders I filed for Dr. White were curious also. They contained data which I had to enter into the computer. There were a number of fields which were only identified by number and the entries were in a code I couldn't make heads or tails of. Each file also had one or more envelopes sealed with wax so I couldn't see their contents. When I asked about her research project I was gently but firmly told to be patient and not ask any more questions.
This lasted a few more weeks until I made an unexpected visit to the office. I hadn't finished all my work on Sunday so I came in early Monday morning to complete the data entry and filing. I had to use my key to get in so I thought I was alone and was busy at the computer when I heard some sounds from her office. My first response was to open the door and see what was going on but I decided to investigate by ear first. I put my head against the wood and listened carefully. I heard Dr. White's voice and remembered her strong admonition that I was never to enter her office uninvited so I stayed at my post. There was that sound again. Someone was slapping something and with the accompanying gasp it sure sounded like a good hard spank. Dr. White was speaking again in a normal tone of voice so I assumed (rightly) that she was not on the receiving end. The spanking (and I was totally convinced that's what it was) continued for another five minutes. The gasps had turned to moans and muted cries as it progressed. Whoever was in there with Dr. White did not sound like she (it was definitely a she) was having a good time.
When all I heard was quiet talking I decided to make my exit before I got caught. I was almost out of the office when a new sort of slapping sound, much louder than before, preceded a shrill screech. I wasn't sure if the previous spanking was delivered by hand or not but there was no doubt this application was with a more substantial instrument. While that initial squeal sounded more like surprise than acute pain it didn't indicate that it was a pleasant surprise. I was rooted to the spot as whatever was being used landed at least a dozen times before the recipient joined in the chorus. No gasp of surprise now but loud vocal acknowledgement of each of the next dozen or so swats. When it seemed to be over I quietly slipped out and hid in one of the nearby storage rooms. After a half-hour I was beginning to think I had imagined the whole thing when the girl I met on the stairway a while back came out. Although her face was freshly washed and showed no signs of the distress I heard from her earlier she did rub her bottom vigorously as she disappeared down the hall.
Dr. White came out a minute later and looked up and down the passageway. She said, "Mac, you can come out of hiding now."
I shyly presented myself and my first question was how she knew I was there. She laughed and said, "I didn't. I always say that after a session just in case you actually are hiding close by. It may sound silly but as you can see, it worked. Come into my office."
What followed was a long discussion of her undertaking and my reaction to it. She was working on a paper entitled, "The Effects Of Spanking On Late Adolescent Females." The subtitle was: "A Comparison Of Sexual Responses Based On The Age And Gender Of The Spanker." Dr. White had hopes of finishing her research by the end of the year and presenting her paper at an upcoming conference. When I convinced her that I was surprised but not shocked she smiled and said, "That's good since I was hoping for your help in completing the study. Each of the files represents a different girl. All of them are volunteers but for varying reasons. Some feel the need for continuing discipline from an external source, namely me, and some seem to find a sort of pleasure in suffering at my hand. One seems to think this will help her grade in my class even though I have assured her it won't. I find it hard to categorize the others. Maybe it's the excitement of being part of a new area of research. Whatever the reason, I appreciate their dedication. If you hadn't stumbled on us today I would've told you anyway. It's time to move to the second stage of the project which is why I hired you."
She outlined my participation. First I would stay at my desk when the subjects arrived. This was to gauge their response to my presence and knowing that I knew why they were there.
The next week the embarrassment level would be increased. The way the furniture was placed, I could not see into Dr. White's office from my desk but she would leave her door open so there would be no doubt that I was hearing everything.
Week three called for me to be present as a observer but in an "only interested in the academic aspects of the project" sort of way.
The fourth week of my participation was when Dr. White intended to see her sub-title in action. Remember "A Comparison Of Sexual Responses Based On The Age And Gender Of The Spanker." I was to be the other gender and a younger age. The sexual response business was an added bonus for me the last week.
The finale would be me alone with the girl (or so she would think). After I performed the onerous duty of spanking I was to provide what comfort I could and ascertain the level of sexual excitement my efforts (during and after the spanking) would bring out. Dr. White opened what I had been told was a storage closet and showed me another one of her secrets. It was equipped with video recorders and monitors. She recorded all her sessions for later review and would be hiding in there and watching me with the girls. There was an unspoken understanding that while I had a free hand in dealing with the girls, she would be close by in case she needed to interrupt and prevent me from forcing myself on an unwilling victim.
I asked if should watch the tapes of the previous sessions so I had an idea of who was who and brush up on their reactions up to this point (heh-heh). With a motherly smile, she showed me where the tapes were kept but cautioned that I only watch them in the office. She also broke the seals on the envelopes. Inside were essays written by the girls describing their reactions to the spankings and a picture of their bottoms, both before and after each session. I quickly perused a few of them and was impressed by Dr. White's dedication. It looked like every subject would've had a very difficult time sitting for quite some time after the "research".
She was understanding enough to leave me alone as I watched the tapes. Dr. White had a pretty fancy set-up. She used two video cameras and the tapes were synchronized on the playback device so you could watch the girl's facial expressions and see the impacts on their other ends at the same time. Her project had been going on for quite a while and it took me the rest of the week and all day Saturday and Sunday to review the results so far. She made me promise to stay clear of the office when she had an appointment until it was time for my first official appearance to the subjects so as not to show her hand prematurely. I didn't have a problem with that although I made it a point of being somewhere near the building to see the girls (I knew their schedules and recognized them from the tapes) as they entered and found myself looking for them on campus. Not being able to use the office as much as I liked limited my time with her preliminary research but it was just as well. Quite often I needed time to, uh, recuperate after viewing some of the tapes.
I'll admit that I found the sight of the girls receiving their spankings fairly erotic but their initial interviews where Dr. White outlined the procedures they would follow were interesting also. She told them that the study called for the girl to undergo numerous spankings spaced out at one a week. Most would be nothing more than a clinical exercise with little or no emotional stimulus but there would be a few sessions involving role playing where the young lady would have to present herself as if she had been sent to Dr. White to be punished for real or imagined misbehavior. All meetings would start with a hand spanking and would involve the use of various other instruments associated with corporal punishment. The hand spanking was necessary as a warm- up to properly prepare their bottoms for the real spanking. Dr. White cautioned them that in order for the study to be realistic, the use of those implements would, of necessity, be rather painful. By way of encouragement, she added that all sessions would be in the privacy of this remote office and they would have ample time afterwards to use the shower or otherwise compose themselves before returning to the outside world. During the week between sessions, the girls were required to write their impressions down to be included in their files.
You may notice that Dr. White neglected to mention that she would be observing their sexual responses or that a well built virile handsome (ahem) man would be taking an ever increasing role.
After Dr. White's limited explanation she would leave them alone. This was the fun part to watch. Regardless of why they were taking part in the experiment, every one of them squirmed as they thought about what they were signing up for and either stood up or raised themselves on the chair to rub their bottoms before signing the paper.
Once that was accomplished they would go immediately into the introductory spanking. While maintaining a professional air, Dr. White told them to pull down their slacks and bend over the arm of the large chair for their first picture. Usually, there was a nervous giggle or two and reassurances given that their faces would not be in the photograph as the older woman drew various styles of panties down for her (and my) first look at the focus of the project. My boss would reiterate that this first time would only be a hand spanking. However, it was not a few light swats. Dr. White took this opportunity to demonstrate her prowess at this seemingly less severe form of punishment and to make sure they understood that the project was going to require serious dedication and involve more than a little discomfort. Only one girl called a halt to the proceedings after a few minutes and said she couldn't go through with the study. The others took the full dose and as the video and the after-spanking pictures showed, they were quite red and very sore.
Dr. White would leave them alone to recover and use my desk to write down her observations. (I couldn't see this on the tapes but this is what I was told.) There were many variances but the common theme of the post-session activities consisted of a slow rise and hands repeating the rubbing I had seen earlier. The major difference being that before it had been in anticipation and now it was done with a definite purpose. I did not see one face that wasn't streaked with tears and needed the assistance of a washcloth to become presentable again.
As for the girls, there were various shapes and sizes and ages represented. Some very plain looking, some pretty as a picture, some short (one very short) and some a little taller (one about six feet tall). The shortest one was downright tiny. She probably didn't weigh more then 90 pounds soaking wet and one or two were a tad on the heavy side but when they were bent over and getting their rear ends attended to, they were all beautiful. They ranged from eighteen year old freshmen to one twenty-three year old Master's degree student.
The spankings in the second session tapes were again done over the arm of the chair but there were a few significant changes. First, the sessions started with Dr. White reading the girl's essays and discussing them. All the girls reported that the spanking had hurt but not unbearably and a few reported that they found themselves spending more time at their studies. The next difference was that the girls took full responsibility at preparing themselves and shoes, socks, slacks and panties were removed entirely. I was a little confused about one thing. I could see why they took their shoes or sneakers off since most of them wore slacks or jeans too tight to slide off over them but why did Dr. White require them to take their socks off also? She explained that it made the partial disrobing more of a ritual. Furthermore, while taking them off was a fairly innocent process it was the "official" start of their preparations and made them more compliant about finishing the job that was going to lead to an embarrassing and painful experience.
As I watched the recordings I began to understand. Once they were barefoot there was a subtle change in their attitude. Almost every time (that week and in the weeks that followed) they would wait a second or two with their toes wriggling on the thick carpet before taking a deep breath and removing their slacks. Another moment to let the inevitability of the coming session to sink in and the panties would follow before a quiet and introspective young lady put herself over the chair for her pre-spanking portrait. The warm-up hand spankings was slightly shorter but still managed to get a decent glow from their pale (but only at the beginning) rear ends.
Then there was the big difference. The girls were allowed to stand and rub themselves while Dr. White fetched a small paddle. All but one accepted the paddle when it was offered to them to hold. The exception shook her head and immediately turned and put herself into position to feel it applied as it should be. The others did the same after a moment or two to get a sense of its heft in their own hands before returning it to the strong armed woman who would use it very effectively.
With the aid of the videos I was able to understand some of Dr. White's coded entries. In this case P25C7 meant she used the paddle twenty-five times and the subject cried out on stroke number seven. The tallest and the shortest girls lasted the longest at P25C13. Some of them had an additional comment such as P25C7H19 which meant she put her hands back to protect herself at the nineteenth swat. Dr. White would calmly tell them to move their hand and would continue. Interestingly enough, there was no threat of retaliation if they did not comply but obedience was assumed and given. During the third session (with a wooden ruler) one poor girl had the following: WR25C4H8H9H10(HT)(PS-1). She cried out on the fourth, put her hands back on the eighth, ninth and tenth and agreed to have her hands tied to the legs of the chair for the remainder. The meaning of the last part eluded me until I watched the tape of her session. She met with Dr. White on a Monday and it was obvious from the moment she bared herself that she had been recently spanked. Further explanation was that her parents still believed in corporal punishment and she had received a well-deserved dose of their discipline the day before. Dr. White offered to reschedule her later in the week but the offer was refused even after Dr. White told her that she would not lessen the amount of the scheduled application of the ruler. Given those facts, it's easy to see why she was overly sensitive. She was suffering more than normal after the preliminary hand spanking and the unyielding wood must have been agonizing. Perhaps it is a testament to her resolve that she agreed to be made helpless so she would have no choice but to accept the complete regimen. The picture of her rear end after the session was worth a thousand words and I heard every one of them on the tape. Each word was a variation on "Ouch" but not one of them was a plea for mercy.
By the way, since the girl only went home on weekends, Dr. White changed her normal session time to Wednesday for two reasons. First it gave her a chance to recover from family discipline so her reactions during the study would be entirely the result of Dr. White's efforts. Secondly, it gave her a bottom a rest in case it was the guest of honor for a welcome home party given by dissatisfied parents.
The fourth session was the first role-playing exercise. The girls brought a piece of paper describing the "crime" they had committed which earned them a trip to the school disciplinarian. It was interesting to note that the handwriting on most of there "confessions" seemed less bold and self-assured than they way they wrote their essays. After a discussion about the previous week's exercise, Dr. White would read the extra paper. The acting on both parts was not bad. My mentor would slowly bring herself to visible anger and the girl would begin to squirm nervously as a mock but very stern lecture commenced. The penitent would wring her hands or stare at the floor and, in all cases, meekly apologize for her "misbehavior" before the order to strip. Some of them caught on to the full meaning of that command immediately and others had to be verbally chastised for disobedience when they stopped at removing the clothes below the waist. Regardless of when they understood that they were to be entirely nude, there was an almost universal wide-eyed look of surprise bordering on shock. Nevertheless, not one of them voiced an objection. I played a small game with myself as I tried to predict how they would complete the task. Would they do it boldly and quickly or be shy and self-conscious at displaying all their charms to this woman? Past experience of watching these young woman in their previous sessions was no help and I was often wrong in my prophecy. Be that as it may, the position of both cameras (and judicial use of the pause control) gave me some very good views of these charming lasses.
It was usually about then that they realized the large chair was not in its normal spot and had been replaced by a solid straight backed chair. The clinical detachment had given way to a more intimate connection between the spanker and the "miscreant" and the naked girls were placed over Dr. White's knees. There was (as Dr. White suspected in her preface to the study) a noticeable shift in the dynamics. While a casual(?) observer would note that the hand spanking was no worse than normal, the girls thought (or acted like they thought) the punishment was more intense. Even the most stoic of them were in tears before the hairbrush was brought into play. Each had an "H" entry in the comment but only one. As soon as a girlish hand moved to prevent or deflect a blow, it was firmly grasped and held in place at the small of the girl's back for the rest of the HB25-PSWC (Hairbrush for twenty-five swats, punishment scenario) session.
The WC referred to "With Comfort". After the spanking Dr. White's voice turned soothing and forgiving and nobody objected to her maternal hand gently rubbing some type of lotion on to their battered bottom. The final entry in the comment was either SR or NSR. Although the Sexual Response (or lack thereof) was noted, it was too early in the study to ascertain if it was because of the gender of the spanker or due to some other stimulus. In either case, they all seemed to appreciate a platonic hug and the embarrassment (if any) of remaining unclothed was not evident.
In contrast, the next session used the same instrument but was labeled HB25-PSNC for no post- spanking comfort. Immediately after the last crack of the hairbrush on bare skin the girls were sent to their feet and Dr. White left the room. Most of them stayed nude for a long time while they either stood in one place (while rubbing their bottoms) or walked in small circles. (One poor girl was so upset she sat in the chair but only for a fraction of a second.) When they put their clothes on (either immediately or after the "I'm feeling sorry for myself" delay) it was a slow and dejected process. After five or ten minutes Dr. White returned and not one of them waited more than a moment before throwing themselves into her arms with a renewal of gushing tears. Taken by itself, you might think it odd that a young woman would be happy to be told that she was going to spanked with a leather strap the following week but it seemed a consolation for the girls to know it would not involve the punishment scenario.
That was the week I discovered Dr. White's project. I didn't get around to the tapes of the girls going through strap week until the weekend. I saved the one of the girl I saw in the hall receiving her spanking till last even though she was the first on the weekly schedule. It was interesting (to say the least) to compare what my imagination provided to the sounds I heard through the closed door to the actual events on the tape.
This might be a good time to mention the delay between when I heard the last swat and her emergence from the office. Although Dr. White did not have a camera in the bathroom, she did take note of how long the girls spent in the shower after a session. Many times they used a lot of water and in Dr. White's (and my) opinion, the extra time was not just rubbing the soreness out of their bottoms but using their fingers to relieve other feelings spawned by the session. These notes were cataloged in the "sexual response" area of the file. Of special interest was how my presence was going to affect that aspect and, according to her schedule, it was time to add me into the equation.
I was at the office the first thing in the morning. After receiving my instructions from Dr. White I sat at my desk to act as receptionist and wait for our first visitor. The images of her struggling to maintain her position during the strapping were still fresh in my mind when she walked into the office. Needless to say, she was surprised to see me and just as Dr. White predicted, she tried to act as if she made a mistake and was in the wrong office. I smiled and said, "Nonsense, you must be here to see Dr. White. She's expecting you but she'll be a few minutes. My name is Mac and I'm her assistant. She just changed my schedule which is probably why we haven't met before."
The last line was true but it was Dr. White's idea to give them the impression that I'd been peripherally involved from the start and hint that I had met the other participants so she wouldn't be too embarrassed. It appeared to work since she mumbled a soft greeting in response and sat on the couch. Neither Dr. White or I expected her to carry on much of a conversation and she didn't. Once or twice in next few minutes I caught her eye and smiled and got a repeat of the forced and nervous look with only the slightest raising of the edges of her lips. When Dr. White came out to escort the girl into her private office, I noticed Miss Monday Morning looking at me and then to the woman leading the way as if she still couldn't believe I was still there. I gathered she was also considering the thickness of the door and contemplating its ability to muffle the sounds of the implement of the week and her uncontrollable expressions attesting to its effectiveness. I could've told her it wasn't very good at keeping aural secrets and besides, I wouldn't need to listen with my ear against the wood this time. As soon as the door in question closed I opened the closet and rolled out the TV monitor and put on earphones. I was going to have a ringside seat.
The first order of business was a question (from the girl) regarding me and my role in the study. Dr. White confirmed my statement about being her assistant and added that my interest was in a professional capacity only so there was nothing to worry or otherwise be concerned about. She said it in a manner that let the doubter know that the subject was closed and she went right into a discussion of the previous session and having the girl read (aloud) her written account of her feelings about it. The return to routine calmed her and she showed no embarrassment about revealing the intimate emotions she experienced during and after receiving the strap. I might point out that she, like the others, were including their sometimes erotic responses in their essays. As an aside, you might be interested to know that only three found the punishment scenario sessions arousing and of them, two said those feelings were only after the session where Dr. White comforted them immediately following the spanking.
The next thing on the agenda was to introduce the next implement. Actually, it was one they were already familiar with. The trusty hairbrush was brought out with the explanation that a comparison of her response to it in the clinical setting as opposed to over Dr. White's knee was necessary. After the traditional anticipatory bottom rub, the victim, uh, subject took her shoes, socks, slacks and panties off. (By this time in the study they were almost nonchalant about the necessity of the disrobing ritual.) There was an uneasy giggle as she said, "I hope that door is thick. I already know what that hairbrush feels like and you always seem to get a better swing when I'm over the arm of the chair so I'm sure to cry out a few times."
Dr. White said, "Don't worry dear, he won't hear much and if he does, it won't be anything he hasn't heard from this room before. Don't forget, he's as concerned about the success of this project as I am. Shall we get started?"
I not sure all her fears were allayed but the semi-nude co-ed shrugged her shoulders and turned to put herself in the familiar position. Supporting the sciences is one thing but after Dr. White commenced the preliminary hand spanking, it became obvious that any potential value to the academic community this study may or may not provide was not her immediate concern. Her face showed that the rising sensitivity in her hind quarters as a prelude to some serious pain occupied her thoughts. At the break she rose and did the obligatory sore bottom rub while Dr. White got the hairbrush. During the punishment scenario the girls hadn't had a chance to hold it the way they did for the other "clinical" implements. She slapped it on the palm of her hand but more out of habit than need. As she said a few minutes ago, she already knew what it felt like connection with her rear end. She returned it to its rightful user and went back over the chair. The final score was HB25C6H19. For a moment it looked like she was going to put her hand back on the twentieth swat also and need the assistance of the binding straps to maintain position for the next five but she was able to withstand the remainder on her own. I might point out that while each swat number where the girl attempts to deflect the blow is recorded, only the first swat where she cries out is mentioned. Once the barrier of stoic silence was broken, almost every succeeding swat elicited equally pitiful lamentations.
The video equipment was back in its hiding place a half-hour later when she passed through my office. I'm sure she wanted to get out in a hurry but she was forced to remain while the man who she suspected had heard everything, confirmed her appointment the following Monday.
The rest of week saw similar scenarios except for the girl on Wednesday morning. She was the only one who shook my hand after I introduced myself and said she was glad to meet me. The uncertainty shown by her sisters in suffering was nowhere to be seen. She was chatty as can be and talked about this and that while waiting for her turn with the good doctor. I had to chuckle when I listened to her tell my boss she thought I was cute. Almost as much fun was watching Dr. White try to maintain a straight face when she heard it. It wasn't until I watched the way she prepared herself for the hairbrush that I remembered that she was the one whose parents still used this form of punishment with her.
On the Monday she showed up sporting the results of her latest run-in with parental authority, Dr. White delayed the hand spanking while she discussed the nature of those punishments. All were delivered to her bare bottom (that was fairly obvious from the state of her rear end in the tape) and usually involved some form of additional humiliation. It might be a requirement for her to call whoever had been adversely affected by her misdeed with an apology and description of how she had been spanked. On a few occasions, she was punished in front of non-family members. That was the case on the Sunday before her appointment with Dr. White. The living room was the standard place to correct her faults and the fact the her aunt, uncle and cousins were present was not a reason to even consider a change of venue. Nor did it waive the need for the implement of correction to contact unprotected skin. She admitted that it was (as you might assume) terribly embarrassing to remove her pants and panties (much the same as she does for her sessions with Dr. White) in front of her relatives. Even worse was knowing what they were going to see next. She was going to be further reduced from an embarrassed to be half nude teenager to a bawling little girl with a rear end getting passed back and forth between her parents until the mere thought of sitting was agonizing but that's just the way it is.
I think she had the same attitude about my knowing why she was in the office and her well- trained acceptance of the fact that I was probably going to hear her getting her third taste of Dr. White's hairbrush. Although she was used to getting spanked on one level, that did not mean she was inured to the point of not feeling the pain and letting her relatives, neighbors, and any graduate assistants within hearing distance know how much it hurt. One other thing about this girl. After her spanking that Monday she apologized to Dr. White for putting her hand behind her to protect herself. She explained that her parents would not have taken that action lightly and while she had learned (painfully) to endure their punishments without interference, she forgot herself with Dr. White. She went on to say she appreciated the way she was able to receive the last fifteen swats without worrying about doing something foolish like that again. She then shyly asked that she be bound like that for all her sessions and Dr. White agreed.
And so it was this day. After she had been properly "warmed-up" and took the opportunity for giving herself slight and fleeting relief with the typical bottom rub, she was back over the chair. In a most respectful tone, she quietly asked for Dr. White to attach her hands to the legs of the chair and, believe it or not, she smiled in gratitude as she thanked the woman who held the hairbrush for immobilizing her. Then it was time for the hairbrush to do its work. Her coded entry later read HB25C4(HT).
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