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"Spoiled Rotten"
by the Rev. Petey Rastie, September 1993.
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"You can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes you'll find
You get what you need."
-- The Rolling Stones
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Dedicated with cock-felt gratitude to Randu, Christopher Bottoms,
and Kevin ("Boyology") for their exciting erotic stories. I
sincerely hope they continue writing erotica.
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I. Publisher's Notes
COPYRIGHT (C) 1993, 1994, 1995 WILDE PRODUCTIONS, INC.
YOU ARE HEREBY GIVEN LEGAL PERMISSION TO DISTRIBUTE THIS
LITERARY WORK, PROVIDING YOU DON'T FUCK WITH THE CONTENTS. (If
you have a little talent and want to release a sequel, then what
the fuck! Go for it!)
THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. ANY RESEMBLANCE BETWEEN CHARACTERS
IN THIS STORY AND REAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS JUST TOO
FUCKING BAD, AND IF YOU'RE THINKING OF A LAWSUIT, YOU BETTER
THINK AGAIN. WE HAVE THE BEST LAW FIRM IN L.A., SO DON'T FUCK
WITH US.
II. About the Author
Petey Rastie is a 55 year old fundamentalist preacher from
Stupidville, Alabama, where he leads the local chapter of the
Christian Coalition. His favorite activities include ministering
to youth and instilling discipline in children at his parochial
school. He frequently ministers to teenage boys at night in the
privacy of his home. He says that being a former drug addict,
arsonist and convenience store robber has helped him relate with
today's young people. Since his conversion to the Gospel, Petey
says he has quit using drugs and has been a model citizen except
for his assault conviction stemming from an incident at an
abortion protest last year.
III. And Now For Our Feature Presentation!!
Donnie, a young teenage lad and the son of a wealthy heiress,
was a spoiled brat who always got what he wanted. The household
servants felt it was high time for him to get what he needed: a
good spanking, preferably on his bare bottom; something that
would leave a firm impression and teach him a good lesson.
Unfortunately, Madame had forbidden his governesses to punish
Donnie in any way. Consequently, new governesses would never
stay long before they grew tired of the boy's misbehaviour and
quit.
Donnie greatly resented Madame's new boyfriend, Dick. Dick
was a handsome young man of 24, recently graduated from Harvard
with a degree in Management. With his assertive personality and
sexual charms, he totally dominated Madame. Just as Madame
formerly would do anything for her son, she would now do anything
for her new young lover. Donnie felt jealous and constantly
tried to embarrass Dick in front of Madame, with little success.
After a while Donnie grew accustomed to taking second place next
to Dick in Madame's attentions.
Donnie's resentment of this situation, however, grew steadily.
One day Donnie was playing with his toy airplane while Madame was
being manicured. He eyed her with anger as he remembered the
latest favor she had granted Dick. On impulse, he sent his
airplane crashing into a glass cabinet, where it broke two wine
glasses. Madame started from her chair in horror. "Oh, Donnie!
How could you?" she cried. Donnie shrugged. "It was an
accident." he said simply. Madame's manicurist, who had been
watching Donnie from the corner of her eye, knew better, and
confided her intelligence to Madame in a whisper. Madame's brow
wrinkled and she cried, "Donnie, you did that on purpose!"
Donnie glared at the manicurist and turned to Madame, shouting,
"You don't love me anyway! You like Dick better than me! I've
known it all along! Who cares about your stupid glass cabinet
anyway!" With that, he ran from the room. Madame exclaimed and
sank into her chair.
Perhaps it was fortunate that the doorbell rang at this time
and Dick was ushered into the room by Madame's butler. Noticing
Madame's lack of composure, Dick exclaimed, "Sweetums! Are you
alright?" and walked to her side. He put a comforting hand
around her neck. She looked up gratefully. "Oh Dickie dear.
I'm so glad you're here. It's Donnie. He's simply awful. His
toy airplane--my cabinet." She pointed to the broken cabinet.
"And Dick, he said I love you better than him and he ran from the
room! I just don't understand. I suppose I haven't been
spending enough time with him, or..."
Dick considered the risks arising from this latest development
and decided that he didn't like it one bit. He cleared his
throat. "Sweetums, I'm afraid that Donnie has treated you
abominably. I think he is a spoiled brat." Madame looked
surprised. "Oh...Donnie?" Her eyes lighted on her butler, who
stood some distance away in waiting. The butler nodded slightly
in approval. Dick continued, "Donnie has always gotten his way.
He has never been punished for his outrages." Madame sighed.
"Well...I never have deprived Donnie of anything...and I've
always been gentle with him...maybe too gentle." Dick said, "Why
don't you let me handle it this time, dear. I've had some
experience in dealing with naughty boys. I used to look after my
sister's two sons after her husband left her. Whenever one of
them acted up, I would take them over my knee. They didn't like
it at the time, but usually a few hours later they would thank me
and tell me they were sorry for being naughty. After a few
months they became the best-behaved little boys you could
imagine."
Madame considered this, reminded herself of Donnie's atrocious
behaviour and noted the butler's discrete approval of Dick's
suggestion. After some hesitation, she finally agreed to give
Dick a free hand in the matter. But she didn't want to see or
hear it. Her nerves just weren't up to it. Dick agreed and told
her he would return when the punishment was finished but not
before.
Dick remembered all the snide remarks the boy had made in the
past; the sarcasm, the biting humor directed towards him,
intended to embarrass him in front of Madame. The kid had tried
everything he could to sever Dick's relationship with Madame.
Now was payback time. Dick smiled as he left the room. He
imagined pulling the boy's corduroy trousers down around his
ankles, yanking down his underwear and walloping his behind until
it was red. After a few weeks the kid would learn that any sass
would earn him a red behind.
As Dick marched down the hall towards Donnie's room, the
butler intercepted him. "Excuse me Sir," he said, "but do you
intend to discipline young Master Donnie?" Dick looked at the
butler curiously; what business of it was his? The butler
hastily added, "If you do, Sir...if you don't mind my assistance,
Sir...perhaps you might use this!" He took out a thick leather
belt from under his arm. Dick grinned: even the house servants
were fed up with that spoiled brat. "Very well, thank you. I
will be sure to use it." The butler returned a slight grin and
said, "Sir, if I may... this is long overdue. I think Master
Donnie needs a firm lesson. Perhaps you should use this belt on
his bare bottom." Dick patted the butler's shoulder and walked
on to Donnie's room.
Donnie never locked his bedroom door since no one had had the
audacity to barge in without knocking and receiving permission to
enter. The teenager laid in his plush sofa with his pants and
underwear half-way down, slowly masturbating as he relived the
escapade he had enjoyed with his younger cousin, Clifton, last
week.
His cousin was a pale, tiny ten year old waif with long blonde
hair and brown eyes, They had been playing RISK and Clifton
seemed to be winning by a slight margin. Donnie offered him a
wager: whoever won could make the loser do _anything_ he wanted.
His naive cousin agreed immediately and pledged himself to the
oaths that Donnie gave. Needless to say, Donnie won the game,
aided by the time when Clifton left to use the bathroom and
Donnie cheated by moving extra armies onto his countries. As the
winner, Donnie said he was going to take his pants off and
Clifton would have to hold his dick. Clifton reluctantly
acquiesced after Donnie reminded him of the oaths he had sworn
and described the terrible fate that happened to double-crossers.
Donnie quickly slipped off his pants and underwear before
Clifton could back out and stood directly in front of the seated
boy with his slightly tumescent cock swinging. Clifton just
stared at it in wonder; it was about an inch bigger than his own.
Donnie flicked his cock close to Clifton's face and said, "Come
on, do it! Hold it in your hands." Clifton did as he was told,
being somewhat eager to hold it so it wouldn't slap him in the
face, as it was only inches away. He didn't mind touching his
cousin's cock that much. It was incredibly warm; and what was
that smell--an enticing aroma--it excited him somehow. He held
Donnie's cock. Squeezed it. Donnie's lips parted as he began
breathing harder. His cock grew in Clifton's young hands.
Donnie said, "Go ahead and feel it all over. Rub it up and
down." Clifton complied, rolling Donnie's soft boy-flesh up and
down with his fingers. Donnie's cock expanded to its full length
under this massage, and Clifton need not have asked, "Does that
feel good Donnie?" Donnie managed to squeak out "Yes!" between
hot and heavy breaths. Clifton alternately pulled and pushed the
boycock, and carefully scrutinized it, turning it sideways and
over, inspecting every detail like Sherlock Holmes. Donnie
wasn't used to all this sexual attention from a pair of hands not
his own and he was starting to shake a little, in preparation of
an orgasm. Clifton's hands were soft and tender, his touch as
light as a feather, and the effect on his cock was electric.
There was something in Clifton's face that made Donnie want
more; a tenderness, a softness, like a cherub, that demanded
penetration. And Donnie was a spoiled brat, used to getting
everything he wanted. On impulse, Donnie pushed his hips forward
until his cock thrust into Clifton's face, rolling up his cheek
to his eye. Clifton reflexively pulled his head away, licking
his lips as he did so, a gesture that didn't pass unnoticed by
his friend. Donnie's cock slid away from Clifton's face but now
was at level with his mouth. Donnie pushed his cock to Clifton's
lips. Clifton opened his mouth to complain, but Donnie seized
the opportunity and pushed it in so Clifton got a strong taste of
boycock. Clifton drew his head away because he wasn't prepared
for this. "What are you doing?" he said.
If Donnie had only been more patient and considerate, he
probably could have received his first blowjob from his cousin.
Instead, Donnie grew angry and pulled Clifton's head towards his
cock. "Put it in your mouth!" he said. Clifton became angry
too. He opened his mouth as if he was complying with Donnie's
wishes, and when Donnie inserted his cock, Clifton bit it!
Donnie screamed so loud that Clifton's mother in the next room
heard the sound. She called out, asking what had happened...
While Donnie was reliving these sentimental memories, Dick was
standing right outside his door, belt in hand, debating just how
he should punish Donnie. A bare-ass spanking was in order, but
Dick felt that Donnie, who had never been spanked, wouldn't be
able to take it very well. Dick felt sorry for the boy but
reasoned that it had to be. Dick would be disciplining the boy
from now on and it was important to break him in now and get him
accustomed to being naked when he received a spanking, since
Madame had given him express permission to handle the boy as he
saw fit.
Dick didn't bother knocking. He barged in and caught Donnie
playing with himself. Donnie scrambled to find his pants and
underwear, but his boner was all too obvious. Dick grinned at
the boy's obvious embarrassment, then raised a flat hand as if to
stop his exertions: "Don't bother getting your clothes, laddie.
You can stay just as you are." Donnie walked behind his sofa so
his sex was concealed, and scowled at the intruder. "Just what
do you think you're doing? I didn't tell you that you could
enter. You didn't even knock. Don't you have any manners? I'm
going to tell Mummie." Dick smiled. "Mummie already knows what
I'm about to do. You can tell her all you want. She told me to
handle you however I saw fit. And that's what I'm going to do,
boy." Donnie colored. "What do you mean? She didn't say that!"
He felt terribly vulnerable in his nudity. If Dick walked in the
room he would be able to see Donnie's cock, balls, ass--a second
time. There was nothing Donnie could do.
Dick did walk on in but he didn't go around the sofa. Instead
he sat down on it, turning to face Donnie on his left. He
revealed a thick leather belt, which he held in his right hand,
and said, "You're going to get a spanking, Donnie. And it's
about time. You've been getting away with so much around here,
it's pathetic. It's time you learned a good lesson. Now get
over here and bend over my knee. I'm going to blister your
bottom!"
Hearing those words, Donnie felt a sense of deja vu. He
recalled what had happened after Clifton had bit his cock. He
hadn't bitten hard, but just enough to hurt. After Donnie
screamed, Clifton's mom had called out asking what had happened,
and neither of the two boys knew what to say. Donnie scrambled
away to grab his clothes, and Clifton soon followed suit. After
a moment they heard her footsteps approaching. When she opened
the door, they both had their clothes on, though they looked
considerably disheveled, and Donnie was red-faced. She turned to
Donnie and asked what was the matter, since he had been the one
to scream. Donnie fumbled with his fingers a little. A gleam
came into his eyes and he glared at Clifton. Then he pointed a
finger at his cousin. "He lost the game we were playing," Donnie
lied, "and then he got so mad that he kicked me in the butt."
Clifton stared at his cousin, amazed at the betrayal. But what
could he say? If he said what had really happened, God knows
what his mother would do. She would probably check his
temperature, give him an enema, send him to a psychiatrist and
tell all her friends about it. He knew his Mom wasn't great at
handling things.
At Donnie's accusation, his Mom folded her arms, looked at
Clifton and said, "Is that what you did, young man?" Clifton
didn't know what to say; he hesitated. "Answer me, young man!"
his mother thundered. Finally Clifton said, "Well...I might
have, but I didn't mean to...I mean, Donnie made me do it, and
then..." "That's enough!" his mother shrieked. "I've heard
enough from you! Now you march right over here! You've got a
spanking coming to you, young man!"
Clifton felt disgusted. Donnie was standing still, silently
grinning. Donnie would watch him get a spanking. Clifton glared
at his cousin, vowing vengeance at a later date, and stuck his
tongue out, an act which only further confirmed his guilt in his
mother's eyes. He obediently walked to his mother, who sat on
the sofa and unceremoniously yanked him over her knees and
positioned him so his bottom was upright on her lap. Donnie
moved over to where Clifton's face was hanging over his mother's
lap, so that Clifton could see him but his mother couldn't.
Donnie began masturbating himself through his pants. Clifton
scowled back at him, mouthing (but not saying) obscenities.
His mother wasted no time but lifted her hand high up for the
first swat and send it crashing down on Clifton's bottom.
Clifton yelped. If he hadn't had pants on, his mother and cousin
would have seen the red impression her hand had made on his rear
end. She followed with several more swats which fell upon the
center of his bottom. Clifton's thin cotton pants offered little
protection, and his underwear was no better. His buttocks were
well defined underneath his pants, a point not lost on Donnie,
who watched the proceedings with great interest. Donnie's cock
hardened as he watched his blonde-haired cousin's buttocks jiggle
during the spanking. The smacking sounds of the hand hitting his
cousin's bottom aroused him, as did his cousin's moans. Donnie
didn't know about anal sex yet, but the spanking seemed to
subconsciously suggest something of that order. The spanking was
symbolic shorthand for Clifton getting fucked in the ass, a hard
cock plowing through those twin globes and into that tight
pucker, his blonde hair disheveled, his head tossing back and
forth as he accepted the sexual intrusion of a man or a boy....
Clifton glanced up, red-faced and moist-eyed, to catch Donnie
fondling himself. Clifton turned away quickly as another
stinging swat landed on his bottom. The next four swats came
down hard, in rapid succession on the same spot, and Clifton
found himself struggling against tears. Being spanked in front
of Donnie was bad enough; crying in front of him would be worse.
The next dozen or so swats struck different spots on his bottom,
but he was so sore now that he began crying anyway. Once the
tears came, he decided to just let them flow, in hopes his mother
would stop as she usually did when he began crying. That tactic
worked this time as well, but only partially. His mother said,
"Well, I guess that's enough to teach you a lesson. But you're
going to get 3 extra for sticking your tongue out at Donnie!
Don't think that I didn't catch that!"
Watching those last 3 swats fall made Donnie wince. They were
the worst of the lot. She drew her hand back, high into the air,
and slapped Clifton's butt with a resounding SMACK! Clifton
screamed as each hard smack landed. But then it was over. The
poor boy wouldn't be sitting down for a while. Donnie evaluated
the outcome: he had lost a friend and gained an enemy, but he had
certainly witnessed a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Donnie was
so wicked that he congratulated himself on the whole affair. He
smirked as Clifton, sniffling and grasping his sore bottom, was
led out of the room by his mother. Clifton had just enough
presence of mind to give Donnie the finger before he left.
Donnie wouldn't see him again for two years. Their next meeting
is beyond the scope of this story.
Donnie's thoughts were interrupted by a rude voice. "Did you
hear me, boy? Get your little butt over here now! Before I lose
my patience!" Donnie crossed his arms in defiance and said, "No
one speaks to me that way. You better leave right now." This
severely tested Dick's temper. Dick reached over the sofa,
grabbed Donnie's right arm, and yanked him over the sofa as
Donnie yelled, thrashing his free arm against Dick's chest and
shoulders. Dick seized Donnie's free arm as the boy slipped over
the back of the sofa and fell onto the cushions. Dick let him go
and he crouched there panting hard and glaring as Dick said, "Now
you're going to be spanked, so pull your pants down. I won't be
so hard on you this first time, but you have to cooperate from
now on." Donnie shouted, "Get lost! You're not going to lay one
hand on my butt! I'm going to tell my mother!" and scrambled off
the sofa towards the door. Dick grabbed Donnie's feet just as he
put his hands on the floor, and yanked him back on the sofa.
"Well then, if you won't pull your pants down, I'll just have to
do it for you!" He turned Donnie around so his front was
exposed, and began unbuttoning Donnie's pants. Donnie hollered
for his mother now as he tried to twist away from Dick's fingers
which had already unsnapped the button of his pants and were
pulling the zipper down. But Madame could not hear him since the
house was so big and the walls were thick. She had given Dick
complete authority to handle Donnie as he saw fit, anyway.
Donnie struggled to get up to sitting position and as he did
so, Dick managed to pull the zipper completely down. Donnie
flailed his arms against Dick's face, smacking him pretty good
around the ears. Dick picked Donnie up by the arms and pulled
him across his lap. He placed a firm hand on Donnie's back to
keep him from getting back up and put the other hand on Donnie's
thighs, near his ass, to keep him positioned. Then he moved out
so that Donnie was no longer resting on the sofa but suspended in
the air on Dick's lap, bent over at a steep angle, his head
inches from the floor. At this angle, with Donnie's pants
unzipped, it was a simple matter to yank them down to his knees,
where they effectively trapped his legs.
Only Donnie's white silk underwear covered his bottom now. In
an uncharacteristic submissive voice, Donnie whimpered, "Please
don't pull my underwear down. I'll cooperate from now on." Dick
shook his head. "You've got to learn to strip for me when I tell
you. You have to get used to receiving a spanking on your bare
bottom. When I tell you that you are getting a spanking, you
will take your pants down and bend over my knee like an obedient
little gentleman. In the future, if you are prompt when I give
you these commands, then I will consider leaving your underwear
on. But for now..." Dick grabbed the waistband and quickly
yanked the silk underwear down to just under the boy's buttocks.
Donnie's hairless buttocks, smooth like polished ivory, lay
exposed to the air. Donnie yelled, "Nooooo! You can't do this
to me! You can't!" He struggled to get off Dick's lap but was
held firmly in place.
Dick said, "I can do whatever I see fit. Now calm down, or
it's going to be worse." Donnie couldn't make any headway and
soon realized the futility of fighting it. He laid his head back
down to where it hung suspended near the floor. He waited for
the spanking to start. After a few seconds, he shifted in Dick's
lap to get more comfortable. He wondered when Dick would start.
Dick was taking the time to examine Donnie's bottom. He would
become very familiar with this part of Donnie's anatomy over the
next few months. He ran his fingers over the smooth, warm flesh,
feeling the little peach-fuzz around the boy's crack. Donnie
remained very quiet during this preliminary. Donnie didn't
quite mind this attention to his posterior and greatly preferred
it to what he feared would soon follow.
Dick grasped the right cheek in his hand and squeezed it,
registering a low grunt from the boy. Dick said, "Don't move,"
and took his hand from the boy's back. With both hands now, Dick
parted the boy's cheeks and examined the little cherry, no larger
than a quarter. Donnie obediently stayed in place, hoping that
Dick would suspend his punishment indefinitely. Dick placed a
finger on the cherry, rubbing it softly. Donnie wanted to ask
Dick what he was doing, but again he thought it better to keep
quiet. Dick pushed a finger in the boy's cherry to find out how
wide it was. Donnie was very surprised at this and even more
surprised to find his little cock stirring on Dick's lap. The
finger felt very ticklish "up there." Dick rotated his finger
around several times, thrilling to the warmth of the boy's
rectum. He began pushing it in further to the second joint and
then to all the way to the knuckle. Donnie grunted at this and
felt his cock growing hard. This didn't hurt and if it was
Dick's idea of punishment, Donnie would go along with it.
Dick was satisfied to get his finger in all the way and
decided to add a second finger. As he began pushing at the
sphincter with his second finger, Donnie began feeling some pain.
He shifted in Dick's lap uncomfortably. As the pushing
increased, the pain became sharp, and Donnie finally cried out
for Dick to quit it. Dick quit pushing and withdrew his first
finger slowly so as not to hurt the boy. Donnie's cock throbbed
from the feeling of Dick's finger sliding against his rectal
walls. Then the finger was out, and Dick wiped it on Donnie's
underwear.
Donnie said, "What were you doing back there?" Dick answered,
"I wanted to see how many fingers I could put up your butt. When
I can fit two fingers in your butt, then you will be ready to
take my penis up there. From then on, whenever you get a
spanking, you will also take my penis up your butt." Dick was
quiet for a moment as he readied himself for the spanking by
patting Donnie's bottom, aiming for the first swat. Donnie knew
it was coming, and screamed, "Wait!" Dick said, "What?" Donnie
said, "Why don't you do it now! Put your penis in my butt
instead of the spanking!"
Dick chuckled. The boy was ingenious but naive. "No, that
won't do. Your hole is not big enough to take my penis. And
anyway, you must be spanked for being naughty." Dick raised his
hand for the first swat. Donnie cried, "Nooooo!" as the first
swat landed with a loud report. A fiery handprint blazed across
Donnie's bottom even as Dick followed with a second swat. Donnie
squirmed and yelled, red-faced and red-bottomed, as he suffered
his very first spanking. Dick varied the intensity of his swats,
slapping hard a few times and then applying medium strength for
the majority. Dick's own sex hardened as he watched the boy's
bottom grow redder and shake beneath the onslaught. As the boy
wiggled on his lap, he felt the boy's hard cock jab his legs and
he realized the boy was an ideal prospect for future fun and
games.
He kept spanking steadily. Donnie began sobbing after a
while, having suffered about 20 swats, and Dick could feel that
his cock had softened. Dick applied a few more weak swats and
then paused to survey the damage. Donnie's rear was pink all
over now. Dick felt this would be enough for the first time. He
was just about to let Donnie get up when he remembered the
leather belt the butler had given him. Damn! He would be
letting the butler down if he didn't use it. Donnie said weakly,
between sobs, "Can I get up now?" Dick said, "No, I'm not
finished yet. Since you didn't cooperate at the beginning, I'm
going to give you a taste of this leather belt. If you ever give
me a hassle again when you deserve a spanking, then I will use
the belt."
Donnie began talking fast now. "No, please don't use the
belt. I'm sorry I didn't do like you said at first. But you see
how good I've behaved while you were spanking me. I promise I
won't ever give you any hassle anymore." Dick considered the
boy's plea. He was impressed; it sounded good coming from
Donnie, who had formerly been such a spoiled brat. Dick figured
the lesson had been learned. There was no need to drag things
out any longer. Besides, he didn't really think it was right to
use a belt on a boy when a hand was sufficient. If the boy did
something terribly bad, a belt might be called for, along with a
red-hot bottom, a real woodshed session like the kind that
redneck daddies seem to relish.
"Alright, Donnie," Dick said, "I'll let you get by without the
belt this time. But you better keep in mind that I can use it if
I have to. You'd better behave yourself the rest of the day."
He pulled Donnie up to his feet, facing him, and noticed that
Donnie's cock was growing again. Donnie said, "Thank you. I
promise I'll be good." Then Donnie noticed what Dick was looking
at and he blushed as pink as his rear end. Dick waved it off,
saying, "Don't worry, Donnie, lots of boys get hard when they get
a spanking. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Now pull your pants
back up and run outside to play." Donnie grinned a little but
then felt the soreness in his bottom and grimaced. He carefully
pulled his underwear up over his red flesh and followed it with
his pants.
Dick left the room and rejoined Madame in the living room,
where she was seated reading a magazine for stupid rich ladies.
She looked up at him, curious to know how things went. "It
worked out fine," Dick said. "Donnie and I have a good
understanding between us now." Madame sighed and said, "Oh Dick!
I can't tell you how glad I am that I finally have a man who
knows how to handle my boy!"
THE END
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