As the rest of the week progressed, Monica realized there was no way she would have made it to Saturday without going mad, as even a day after his extraordinary pussy worship, the vision of her young man’s face between her legs frequently came unbidden. Late Friday, with Saturday looming, another view presented itself; Simon in various positions to be spanked, paddled, and strapped.

To say she was happy with their situation would be a gross understatement. Never before had she been so exhaustively satisfied so many times in such a short period, and it was only getting better each time. Even her colleagues noticed her overall improved attitude, some commenting on it and one even going so far as to suggest that a man was responsible. ‘More man than you’ll ever be!’ she thought of the creep she’d caught leering at her several times.

While Simon couldn’t control what would happen with Monica, he could introduce some hopefully arousing changes, not only in how he pleasured her but also in how he presented himself to her initially. He’d found an interesting pair of underwear at the same store Monica had been using and decided tonight would be the night he’d wear them.

After showering and cleaning himself appropriately, he went to the drawer where he kept the small collection of butt plugs he’d suddenly acquired. The one she’d used first had a green jewel, while the new one she’d given him was red. He knew the blue one he’d bought was larger than both, but until now, faced with stuffing it into his ass, he didn’t realize how much. Still, he was going to use his, hoping Monica would notice.

He got dressed in the new underwear under very ordinary street clothes, knowing he wouldn’t be wearing them long once in her house. He hoped she’d like them enough to start the evening with a good hand spanking across her knee.

He drove to her home even more excitedly than on previous visits. He realized it was mainly due to no longer being nervous about what might happen. He trusted that she would abuse him only to the degree that it was enjoyable for them both but also in several new, arousing, and severe ways.

He arrived a little early as usual but waited till eight to go in, thinking she might still be getting ready for him and hoping for another arousing display of her incredible body. As he often had over the few weeks since their first time together in her office, he wondered how he’d gotten so fortunate to have someone so intoxicatingly beautiful to bestow his unique pleasures on but who also saw to it that all his needs and desires were met as well.

Returning from his meandering thoughts, he realized it was now several minutes past eight and hurried to her door. He smiled when he saw the door again ajar, with a note on the door to ‘Come in, Simon.’ He pushed the door open slowly, hoping to see his ‘Miss’ dressed for another night of pleasure and pain.

He was visibly disappointed, but his arousal ratcheted back up when he found a small round table and a folded note card with his name on it. He snatched it up and smiled when he read …

”Hello, Simon. Take all your clothes off and come upstairs to the first bedroom on the right.”

He did as he was instructed, apart from taking off his special underwear, and headed upstairs. He strode lightly in the carpeted hallway, found the right door, and entered.

Any disappointment he’d felt about not seeing her in the foyer was immediately dismissed as he took in not only her sensuous countenance but the décor of the room that was clearly set up as a playroom for their special brand of play. ‘Is that a spanking bench in the corner?’ he asked himself, hoping it was there to fulfill another of his spanking fantasies.

Against the erotic backdrop of the room, she stood like a vision, and while her purple corset and panties matched the room, her beauty shone through. The only light in the room, the torchiere, couldn’t provide the heavenly light shining down from an unknown source to highlight her flaxen hair and make her silky skin glow.

“Oh my, Miss! You are just so beautiful! Thank you for letting me give you pleasure!” he gushed, and, looking again, the angelic light he’d imagined was gone, but her divine grace remained.

Monica had let him take in the room and her for a few moments before she spoke, and the scolding she’d planned to give him seemed cruel in light of his effusive praise.

“Thank you, Simon,” she said as she spun in place like a runway model. “You like?”

“Yes! Yes, Miss!” he said as her ass came into view, its bare perfection in plain sight thanks to the G-string panties that covered only the object of his sexual desire: her pussy.

“Thank you again, but I’m afraid you’re having trouble following instructions again, aren’t you?” she began, the downcast eyes his only response. “Not only are you late, but you didn’t take all your clothes off as I instructed,” she said coolly. “I know this is what you want,” she said, with her hand sensuously stroking the purple triangle between her legs. “But unfortunately, we have to begin with a good, hard spanking!” she sentenced him as she sat on the vanity bench beside her.

She patted her knee, offering an invitation to give him exactly what he wanted despite his mistakes. He walked carefully to her, not wanting to reveal his surprise, until he bent across her lap.

“Oh my! What do we have here?” she exclaimed with a smile as she took in the backless underwear with a neatly trimmed hole exposing his tight, little butt. “Looks like someone came here expecting to have his BARE BOTTOM SPANKED NICE and HARD!” she cried, accenting each word with a firm smack of her hand.

“Oh, please, Miss!”

“Please what, Simon?” she asked as she continued to pepper his bare cheeks with randomly placed spanks.

“I’m sorry, Miss! Please punish me! Give me a good spanking!” he cried, feeling like she was beginning with harder smacks than usual.

After a minute of continuous spanking, she hadn’t discovered the different plug, so when she stopped, he shifted on her lap, hoping to get her to notice.

“You see what happens when you don’t follow …” she started but paused. “Simon, this isn’t the plug I gave you! I hope you haven’t substituted a smaller plug because that would call for an escalation to this spanking so soon after you’ve arrived!”

“No, Miss. It’s bigger,” he replied, looking back at her for a reaction, happy when he saw her smiling.

“So you liked having your bottom plugged enough to buy a larger one?”

“Yes, Miss!”

“And I’m guessing you’ve tried it out before tonight?”

“Yes, Miss! Every night since I got it.”

“Well, I’ll have to remember that later!” she said, leaving him in the dark as to what that meant. “Even though that’s another instruction you ignored, I’ll allow the initiative you took to shorten this spanking,” she said and resumed harder than before. “Just a little!” she added with an evil laugh.

“Ow! Yeow! Please, Miss!” he cried as a flurry of spanks landed on his lower cheek, followed by the same on the other side. She repeated the pattern several times, and by the time she finished, he was grateful for the break.

She told him to get up, and after he slid backward off her lap, she turned lengthwise on the bench, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs. He hesitated, waiting for instructions.

“Do you have to tell you every little thing? Because if I do, I’ll go get the hairbrush, bend you over, and spank you again twice as hard!”

He managed a smile even though he saw shades of their first time together as he knelt between her knees, placing his hands on her creamy upper thighs. While he hadn’t appreciated it then, their fun had escalated to the point where he liked being spanked as punishment for real or invented misbehavior.

“Just your hands at first. Like Wednesday!” she instructed when he leaned in with an open mouth, and his hands slid up to the juncture of her thighs.

He accepted the challenge of making her cum without his tongue in her pussy, but much preferred having his face in her crotch, feeling her luscious thighs holding him in place. He decided that her almost-nothing panties were only in the way and yanked them off with a dominant flourish.

As directed, his fingers plied the slippery wet lips, viewing it as prepping it for his tongue, which she’d hopefully unleash sooner than later. Using both sets of fingers on their respective sides, peeling her open, he had a new idea.

With both hands on her thighs, he pushed them further apart as they slid up to their target. Index fingers extended, they slid inside and pulled gently apart, stretching the opening wider as they stroked their respective sides of her tunnel. Hand over hand and back, they created the effect of a nice, thick cock threatening to split her open.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh!” she grunted, and he wondered if he was hurting her. He wished he could add his tongue as the third appendage in her dripping slot, and apparently, she was thinking the same thing. “Oh God, Simon! Your tongue!” she pled between short, panting breaths.

It didn’t quite work adding his tongue between his fingers as it got a bit crowded in there, so his tongue went to her clit with immediate effect. Her hips writhing against his face and shoving her pussy into it was getting her close. He switched to using one hand finger-fucking her twitching pussy, and between that and his tongue, her fragrant nectar was soon flowing freely between her lips and his face.

Not letting up had become his modus operandi, and she now expected it, moaning with delight at the new sensation of being sucked into his mouth while still feeling the aftereffects of her first climax of the night. She lifted her hips off the seat when a finger found the other hole, clenched between her cheeks, and welcomed the intrusion of a fingertip, bringing another orgasm within reach.

Simon made her whole body feel alive like no one before, which she attributed to his total dedication to her needs alone, and she was again on the precipice of another sensational summit.

Just before it hit, she used both hands to pull his face into her snatch, and while grinding her pussy against it, her thighs closed around his head. Her body shook when it came, and lifting her feet off the floor, she held him even tighter with her hands and thighs, making him feel every luxurious jolt. She didn’t care if it was one extraordinary orgasm or several in a chain reaction; she savored the long seismic sensations and shared them with him, still nestled tightly between her thighs.

“Holy fuck, Simon!” she cried and suddenly released him from his confinement.

“Oh - Miss! - That - was - amazing!” he gushed between labored breaths from being smothered by her delicious pussy.

She sat up and pulled him into a hug, with his face between her half-exposed tits now as they quivered together, enjoying the close embrace. Once breathing almost normally, she pulled his face up for a long, lustful kiss, her tongue tasting her pussy in his mouth.

“Trade places with me!” she instructed, standing up.

“You don’t have to …” he started to object.

“Are we going back to my having to repeat every instruction? Because if we are, you’re going to leave tonight nursing an extremely sore ass! In more ways than one!” she added, noting the bemused look on his face, wondering what exactly that meant.

“I’m sorry, Miss!” he cried and quickly complied, sitting on the bench only after she dragged his spanking pants down and off.

His stinging bottom had barely touched the upholstered bench when she pulled his legs apart and swallowed his cock. He lay back on his elbows to give her more room and was soon feeling her playing with the plug still ensconced in his butt.

“Oh, Miss! Please!” he cried as she gripped the base of his shaft tightly, holding back the torrent while her mouth licked and sucked him at a continually increasing pace.

She could feel the pulses behind her hand, and knowing he’d explode if her grip slackened, she tugged one last time on the plug she’d loosened, pulled it out, and shoved it back in at the same time as she opened the valve, feeling the splash at the back of her throat.

“Oh my … fuck!” he started when the plug came out and finished with the incredible release when it was reinserted. He wondered if that was the ‘something larger’ she’d hinted at last week while his hips jerked in time to his pulsing dick.

She stood, pulling him up into her arms while he was still recovering, happy that she’d given him something approximating the glorious pleasure he always bestowed on her. She comforted him a little longer, knowing what came next wouldn’t be so soothing.

“Thank you, Miss!” he offered his gratitude when he lifted his head off her beautiful breasts and received a loving kiss in response.

“I think that bottom of yours needs to be warmed up,” she declared and led him to the spanking bench. “Do you know what this is?” she asked.

“Yes, Miss. It’s a spanking bench!” he replied, his body language betraying his desire to be mounted on it.

“Then I assume you know what to do next?” she asked, smiling broadly as he eagerly climbed on. “You probably don’t need to be strapped in, but I think you’ll enjoy it more if you are.”

“Yes, please, Miss!” he enthused, moving his arms and legs into position, ready to be tied down.

Starting with his legs, she threaded the wide Velcro straps into place, two on each leg. Moving to his arms, she noted that the rests were slightly higher than ideal but decided that might work to her advantage later. The last strap was across his back that would keep him from squirming, though she expected to open it well before she’d open the others.

“This bench has one unique feature. I wonder if you’ll figure out what that is by the time I let you get off?” she queried, coming to stand in front as his eyes looked first into hers and then dropped to her bare pussy at eye level. “I think you might,” she laughed as she walked behind again, running her hand down his spine and through the cleft between his cheeks to play with the plug a little until …

“Oww! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” he repeated as she spread random, firm spanks all over his tightly confined bottom.

Though neither could figure out why, the addition of the spanking bench and Simon’s confinement raised their enjoyment of this central activity to new heights.

Monica liked seeing him bound securely while she walked behind him, painting his bottom with ever darker shades of red with random intensity, location, and pace. She may have just finished a slow-paced alternate pattern, taken a short rest, and then shocked him with ten hard hits to the same spot/same cheek. Or used both hands to beat a rhythm on his cheeks while kneeling behind. All while he remained tightly bound in one position, ready for more.

Realizing another of his fantasies, he mostly liked being tied down, but the position had the flesh of his sore bottom stretched tighter than usual, which increased the intensity of every spank, regardless of how she’d struck. He never knew what was coming next; each new spank, a mystery. Would there be several following, a steady flow of side-to-side swats, or an increasingly intense flurry on a single cheek?

“Oh God, Miss!” he cried when she started paddling with the leather paddle she’d used on him last time in the diaper position.

It was a welcome change as she kept to a slow, steady cadence, covering both cheeks simultaneously. He could feel the sting building in response to the barrage of swats from the stingy paddle.

She loved the angry red color of his cheeks, and though she didn’t yet see any bruises developing, she felt he needed a rest … from the spanking, at least.

“Now don’t go anywhere!” she laughed and left the room to retrieve the next implement of ass destruction.

Simon appreciated the break in the action but wished his hands were free to soothe his burning bottom. The appeal of bondage was beginning to wear off, and his shrinking dick was one of the signs, but if asked if he wanted to get off, he might say ‘no,’ or defer to her desires as an acceptance of her dominance.

He heard the door open and close again, and seconds later, his eyes were wide open as Monica stood before him with a black rubber cock strapped to her abdomen.

“You remember my suggestion of putting something larger into your tight, little butt, don’t you? This is that ‘something larger’ I had in mind, though larger in length if not girth!”

For the first time, Simon was genuinely fearful of taking the long phallus in without a lot of pain: unpleasant pain. The fear showed in his eyes as he involuntarily clenched around the plug, the presence of which reminded him of her whole finger in his ass before she’d plugged him the first time, which helped to reduce, but not eliminate, his anxiety.

“I was going to use the smallest one this first time, but as you decided to use a larger plug than the one I gave you, I decided to go up one size as well,” she explained, noticing a slight reduction of dread on his face. “I won’t hurt you, Simon. It’ll be similar to the plug with the hard part at the beginning. Once inside, I think it’ll feel quite different from what you’re expecting,” she offered from experience. “Ready?”

“Yes, Miss!” he said with less enthusiasm than he usually showed for one of her escalations.

Hoping to increase his interest, she started by stroking his slightly enlarged cock, hanging over the end of the bench’s top surface, and he responded quickly. Tugging on the plug added to his growing intrigue.

He yelped briefly when she pulled the plug out, recalling the pain he felt, inserting it seemingly ages ago. Like the last time, he heard the flip-top open on the bottle of lube and felt the cool liquid falling in drops an inch or two above his anus. He couldn’t help clenching as his unease returned, but with her slippery coated finger pressing inside and squirming about, preparing him for the strap-on, he almost looked forward to the ass fucking he was going to get.

With a finger still in his ass, she squeezed a bit more of the clear, slick fluid in the same spot, let it run down to the finger pumping his anus, and then put some more on the rubber dick. Dropping the bottle on the floor, she coated it as well and placed the tip just below her sodomizing finger.

“Oh my … oh my God!” he responded to her fucking finger, and then grunted, “Ungh! Ungh!” when she quickly swapped her finger for the fake cock.

She’d never done this before but knew from her experience as the recipient that you didn’t just ram a cock into someone’s ass like you might a pussy. The tip just barely inside, she slowly pushed in while holding his hips, not that he could pull away, given his restraints. Using an approach of two steps forward and one step back, she eventually buried the whole thing in his ass.

“Oh fuck, Miss! I feel like I’m gonna …”

“That’s normal, Simon. You feel very full, don’t you?” she asked as she moved with tiny strokes to get him comfortable with the sensations in small doses.

The strokes gradually became longer, and a minute or so later, he was feeling the entire length of the ribbed ‘cock.’ His cries of uncertainty and desire embraced the full feeling, and he pushed back within the limits of his bonds, encouraging her to continue. He wondered if this was what a woman felt with a nice, thick cock in her pussy.

Seeing he was ‘taking it all in,’ so to speak, she released the strap across his back, increased her pace, and spanked him a few times to add to the thrill he was obviously getting from having his ass penetrated. She didn’t expect he’d cum from it but hoped it would significantly increase the intensity of the hand job to come.

“Oh God, Miss! Yeah! Yeah!” he cried as he pushed back against her pounding hips. “Don’t … don’t stop!” he begged when she began stroking his more than fully erect cock. “Oh! Ohh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeaaahhh FUCK!” he screamed when he came, spewing semen onto the floor between the legs of the bench.

“I guess you liked that?” she said with sarcastic understatement while he panted for breath, unable to say a word. “I think you should thank me for giving your virgin ass a good fucking, don’t you?” she asked and smiled at his enthusiastic nodding.

Still reeling from the phenomenal fucking that created the most unusual orgasm he’d ever experienced, he watched Monica undo the several buckles holding the straps in place around her waist and legs. Seeing it fall to the floor, exposing her pretty and very wet pussy again, he expected to be released from his bondage so he could bury his face and tongue in her wet slit.

“Now. You’re about to figure out the unique feature of this bench,” she said as she moved closer to him. “Lift your head,” she instructed, stepping forward to straddle the end of the bench, placing her pussy directly under his mouth. “You know what to do!” she said as his lips kissed her shiny, wet lips.

Holding his head up was a strain on his neck but made easier by her hands on the back of his head, pressing his face into her grinding cunt. He could only contribute at brief periods when she wasn’t dragging his face this way and that, coating it with her endless supply of juice. He’d suck in her swollen lips only to have them pulled out with a ‘pop.’

Regardless of who was doing the work, that she was moving at light speed to another climax was evident from her breathing, grunts, and groans becoming more frequent at increasingly higher pitches.

“Oh fuck! Eat me, Simon!” she cried as he sucked her in again and flicked her clit repeatedly with his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screamed when she came, her milky nectar flowing from her lips to his, where he lapped it up.

Monica was a little disappointed at the result of what she thought was an ingenious idea. She couldn’t really get into a position where supporting herself wasn’t strenuous, and even then, the position wasn’t ideal for him as he couldn’t lift his head enough to do what he was so good at.

“We might have to rethink that,” she said with chagrin as she moved off the bench to stand before him again. “Would you like to be released?” she teased, knowing she wouldn’t, regardless of how he answered.

“I would …” he started but changed thoughts midstream, “would prefer that be your decision, Miss.”

“Good. I have one more surprise for you,” she said as she walked away. He heard a drawer opening briefly and closing again. “Remember this?” she said as she stood before him again, brandishing the strap she’d given him a sampling of last time. “You said you’d like to feel what it’s like. You’ve had a taste. How about a whole meal?”

“Yes, Miss,” he said obediently, but not with the interest she expected.

“How many lashes?”

“Twenty?”

“Not enough!”

“Twenty-five?” he said, hoping she’d approve as even the ten he’d received last week had left him in considerably more pain than he expected or liked.

“Come on, Simon! That was a very disappointing display of your tongue’s talents,” she accused, feeling only a little bad about blaming it on him.

“I’m sorry, Miss! Thirty, then?”

“Still not enough. Forty! At least! I’ll leave the back strap off if you keep still, but if you start squirming, affecting my aim, I’ll have to refasten it. Understand?”

“Yes, Miss!”

“Good. Now, a little treat before I whip your ass into submission,” she said as she laid the strap across the bench, inches from his face, a wordless threat implied. She reached behind her with both hands, and he heard the sound of a zipper before both hands returned to her front, holding the cups of her corset as the now-open back draped forward. She let it fall to the floor, leaving her hands full of her breathtaking breasts.

“Oh, too bad you can’t hold them,” she said, smiling at his disappointed groan. “You’d like to do this, wouldn’t you?” she added as she brought each to her mouth for a flick of her tongue and a kiss that ended with a ‘pop.’ “Mmm, maybe you can,” she sighed as she leaned forward, placed each within reach of his tongue for a second or two, and then squashed his face between them before pulling away like taking candy from a baby.

“Ready, Simon?” she asked, strap in hand and walking behind him once more.

“Yes, Miss!” he replied uncertainly as he felt the strap laid across his cheeks. He worried that it would hurt much more with his bottom stretched tight in this position. The strap was raised, and he screwed his eyes tight, waiting for the first searing lash. He opened his eyes in surprise when the strap was laid gently on his bottom again with an evil, teasing laugh from Miss.

Again, the strap rose and, this time, returned with a loud report from the meeting of leather and flesh. He yelped at the suddenness of the strike but realized the pain could be much worse, and the second lash made real that fear. A third and fourth coming close together made the first two feel tame.

“Yeow! Oww! Ooo! Ow! Ow! OW!” he yowled as three more came in quick succession.

The pain was so much different than what he now thought of as a light spanking across her lap. The sharp, immediate sting was followed by an aching burn that seemed to penetrate further with each lash.

“Halfway there, Simon! Would you like me to stop?” she asked as she laid the leather across his back and used both hands to tortuously squeeze his blazing-hot bottom.

He might have said ‘no’ if given a chance, but only as a consideration of her wishes rather than a desire for more of the acute, burning pain.

“Of course you don’t!” she said, answering the question for him with that same wicked laugh. “Let's see how good my backhand is!”

Her backhand was just fine, though he was glad it wasn’t quite as strong as the other. Having not counted the lashes for the first twenty, he found she had reached that milestone earlier than he had expected. So again, he closed his eyes tight and took the remainder of his sentence bravely, not at all certain whether she’d limited herself to just twenty more. It hurt so much; it didn’t really matter anymore.

Monica enjoyed this latest gambit, though she had wondered if she had gone too far. Simon seemed to be just enduring it rather than giving her the usual body language clues to his gratification. She also wondered if she’d kept him on the bench too long. She hadn’t anything else planned, so she opened the Velcro straps while giving him gentle, loving caresses on his back and bottom, and her worry proved warranted when he climbed off with stiff, jerking movements and labored groans of pain.

He stood erect slowly, his cramped muscles reluctantly returning to an unfamiliar position as he looked at her with a grimace. He wasn’t feeling particularly amorous any longer but grudgingly accepted being taken into her arms and held in her warm embrace for several minutes.

He’d barely enjoyed it at all, and he now realized his limit, beyond which it was no longer pleasure, just pain, was lower than he’d thought. His bottom radiated heat he could feel as the contrast of her relatively cool hand made it apparent. He was afraid of what she might have planned next, although he was sure he knew what they shouldn’t do.

“I’m sorry, Simon,” she whispered softly, feeling like she might be breaking another rule of domination with her apology. She could feel his interest draining away from his sore and worn body and was angry with herself for letting it get to that point. She had thought that they might progress slowly to a more traditional Dom/sub relationship, and though ‘slowly’ certainly didn’t characterize what she did tonight, she now knew that she, and probably Simon, would never get that far.

“Come,” she said, putting her arm around his waist and guiding him toward the bed. He groaned inside with the worry about what she had in mind, possibly wanting his tongue in her slit again, and while he loved to do that for her, he had no desire to do that right now.

“Lie down on your stomach,” she directed, fluffing up a pillow to place under his head and getting an appreciative smile in return. She could see the relief on his face from knowing she wasn’t planning to continue, and left to get some skin cream.

She returned with a tube of lotion, squeezed a small dollop on each cheek, and carefully used both hands to rub it into his cheeks, still flinching with the contact. Her dismay rose considerably at his pained reaction but even more at the sight of his flaming red cheeks, the crimson red stripes from the strap much darker than the rest. They hadn’t been that prominent when she finished, making her feel even worse that his condition worsened even after she stopped.

“Would you like me to continue?” she asked with a hand gently caressing one cheek and almost cried when he shook his head. ‘He doesn’t even want me to touch him!’ she thought as her self-recrimination ratched higher still. “Are you … okay?” she asked, realizing how lame that sounded.

“I’ll … I’ll be okay, Monica,” he replied, intending the use of her name rather than ‘Miss’ to sting. His heart told him he shouldn’t blame her, but his mind and more-than-sore bottom felt otherwise. ‘She should have been able to tell I didn’t want anymore,’ he told himself as his resentment grew.

“I want to leave,” he said softly. He got up from the bed, trying to remember where his clothes were. He picked up the backless underwear he’d thought of as a fun novelty and threw them back on the floor with disgust. He turned to look at Monica, still sitting forlornly on the bed, and if he were closer, he’d see her eyes glassy with tears starting to form, but he just walked out of the room and down the stairs to retrieve his clothes in the foyer.

She followed him down a minute or so later, just as he was slipping his shoes on. She stood in his way as he turned for the door and put her hands on his shoulders. He didn’t even look at her when she apologized again, her voice cracking with emotion. He shrugged her hands off his shoulders, opened the door, and left.

The tears finally came with the door closing, and she leaned back against it, trying to figure out why she’d pushed him past a limit she could see he’d reached. She questioned the practice of exceeding one’s limits but blamed herself for taking it too far.

Standing naked in her foyer, she saw this as another failure of her ability with relationships. ‘Do I always come on too strong?’ and ‘Why do I drive every man away?’ she asked herself, and suddenly self-conscious about her nudity, she ran to her bedroom crying. No longer a dominant, she found her tamest, girly nightgown, put it on, and cried herself to sleep.

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