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Author's note: Some of the characters in this part are related, though no sexual activity occurs between them.

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"I've got to get out of here" Ellie thinks to herself. She's not sure how much more spanking she can take. The pain and humiliation are too much. Begging hasn't worked; Charles doesn't seem too keen on listening to her. Ellie does her best to look around the room. There's nowhere to hide. But she has to try anyways. Reaching over, Ellie pushes her arm against the couch.

Charles knows immediately what is going on, but he allows it anyways. It's clear that he isn't reaching Ellie. And it's because of the hope. Hope for reprieve. Hope for leniency. Hope for escape. He lets Ellie free from his grasp. Everyone in the room - including Ellie - knows there is no escape. But only Charles and frank know there’s no hope. Charles watches as the young woman slips from his legs and rises to her feet.

Free! Ellie has slipped from Charles's grasp, and she rushes to the door. Ellie has no idea how she will get free from here, but she has to try. She runs as fast as she can, sprinting across the room. Making it to the door, Ellie turns the doorknob. Locked. No. It can't be like this. She has to get away. Turning toward the interior of the room, she sees her father watching her. And Charles walking toward her.

"I'm sorry, Ellie. But you need to realize there is no escape. You're definitely getting the cane now" he says. Reaching her, he grabs Ellie's arm. It isn't a yank, exactly, but it’s enough to get her to comply. Ellie is crying loudly now, shaking her head, holding her arms out. "Further, I think I've got to restrain you" Charles says. Producing a pair of steel handcuffs from a pouch on his belt, Charles fastens them tightly around Ellie's wrists behind her back. Practically dragging her over to the wall cupboard, he opens it and pulls out a set of leg irons. "Kneel on this chair" he orders Ellie. She starts to beg but eventually complies. Locking them into place around her ankles, Charles stands Ellie up and marches her back over to the couch in hobbled steps.

"Daddy" Ellie begs, looking at him as Charles pulls her over, the leg irons clinking. She can see the pain in his eyes, but he says nothing. Sitting down, Charles pulls Ellie back into position over his knee. Locking her legs between his, he grabs the hairbrush and begins raining hard blows down on her backside. Ellie screams at the sudden onslaught of blows. Charles begins to scold her as he spanks, raising his voice over Ellie’s cries.

"You know why you are here. You said so yourself. You are being punished. And girls like you who are being punished don't just get to get up and walk away whenever they like. This punishment only ends when your father and I agree it's over. Do you understand?" he demands. "Oh, oh, owwwwww, oh yes, YES, I unders-understand, please, please stop, this - it hurts so much" Ellie yells out.

But the punishing blows just keep coming. Left cheek and then right. Up and then down. Mid-bottom to mid-thigh. Over and over again the spanking continues. Just like with his hand, Charles deftly maneuvers the hairbrush along the contours of Ellie's little bottom. He works on her thighs especially, ensuring that she will feel this punishment whenever she sits down for several days. Charles gets in several passes up and down each cheek and thigh as he scolds.

Finally, Charles puts the hairbrush down. He lets Ellie rest for a moment. She sobs in ragged breaths over his knee. Her bottom is very much on fire, and several spots are looking whiteish. It's clear to Charles that the spanking is having an impact. Ellie lies limply over his knee. She is drained, but there is still fight in her. She isn't going to give up. Not that easily, she thinks. And then she feels the wooden spoon on her right spit spot.

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It's a small spoon. Not a serving spoon, but the right size to mix something in a small bowl. Ellie knows it's there, but she can't possibly know the impact it's going to have on her. Raising it up, Charles brings it down in a sharp but measured stroke. It's painful for Ellie, but it is much better than the hairbrush. Or so she thinks.

Charles aims for the other side and delivers another sharp hit. Ellie winces. "Please" she begs. "Please let me go, sir". Charles ignores her. Instead, he applies another smack with the spoon. Ellie twists in her restraints. She tries to reach and cover her bottom. Charles grabs the chain between the cuffs and uses it to hold her wrists in place.

The scolding has stopped for now. Instead, Charles focuses on each spot. They are somewhat less pink than the rest of Ellie's bottom. Charles had mostly spared her sit spots during the hairbrushing. So they would be fresh and able to receive the pain he was bringing now. The smacks are coming faster and harder now. If Ellie thought this was going to be an easier part of her punishment, she was wrong.

"Oh. No. Pl-please st-stop" she begs.

"I'm not going to stop because you haven't learned your lesson yet" says Charles. "Young women like you think they can just do whatever they want and get away with it. Well, right now you're naked over my knee getting the punishment you so richly deserve. The punishment that you've been asking for. Well, you just lay there and cry. I'm just getting started with you, Ellie".

"Please!" cries Ellie. The pain and fire in her sit spots is so real right now. It's scorching and all she can think about. She blubbers through several attempts at begging again. But Charles ignores her again. He gives her twenty more hard spanks on each sit spot before he finally lays the wooden spoon down on the couch. He places a gentle hand on Ellie's back.

He is suddenly softer. This hard and soft approach works for most girls, and he hopes that it will work for Ellie, too. "Let it all out. Ellie. I know this is tough. I know it's hard. Just let it all out and let it go". And Ellie does. She cries out in broken breaths. She sobs and weeps openly and tries to talk. Charles lets her process everything. And then he removes the leg irons and the hand cuffs and stands Ellie up.

It's time for the part of the punishment that both Ellie and Frank will find hardest.

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