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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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Another bloodcurdling scream. Frank winces, his heart going out to his daughter. Ellie tries to continue holding herself open, but she lets go. "If you do that again, we're going to restart" Charles says to her. Ellie assumes her humiliating position again. Her light pink manicured nails contrast against the bright pink of her pussy. Spread open like this, she can feel the air against her arousal. And she is certain all present can smell her, as well.

Raising the cane, Charles takes aim at Ellie's little pussy again. Ellie closes her eyes as Frank sits further forward. He can hear a small swish as he watches the cane come down onto Ellie's pussy. This strike appears to land right on her small but engorged clit. "Oh, oh f-" Ellie cries out in pain, still holding herself wide apart. She narrowly avoids saying the curse word, and Charles ignores it, instead raising the cane again immediately.

Bringing the cane down again and again, he rains fire onto Ellie's freshly shaved pubic area. To the left of her clit and to the right of her clit, the cane swoops down bringing a hard, stinging pain with it. Charles whips Ellie's spread, tight slit a dozen times before he puts the cane down. "You can relax for a moment, Ellie" Charles says, and she is grateful for the small mercy. She lets go of her pussy and gently rubs the raised skin where Charles inflicted this latest punishment. She also wipes her brow and tries to slow her panting down. Looking between her legs, she sees the pool of her own girl cum on the table and briefly makes embarrassed eye contact with her father. It's clear he knows, too.

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As Ellie calms herself down, Charles pulls a rope from the ceiling above the table. It's attached to a series of pulleys and the far of the rope end terminates to pile of rope on the floor. Bringing it down closer to the table, Charles calls Ellie to him. She stands next to him, her hands on her head and her legs spread. "Kneel on the table facing your father with your knees spread wide" Charles orders. Ellie does as instructed.

The end of the rope nearest the table has Velcro straps attached to it and Charles affixes those to Ellie's wrists. Then walking back over to the wall, Charles pulls the rope and raises Ellie's arms above her head. Making sure not to overextend her, he ties the rope to a cleat on the wall. Going back to the cabinet, he retrieves a Hitachi massager and walks back over to the table.

Ellie is stretched with her arms above her head, and it is clear that she is struggling to maintain her stability and composure. Charles plugs in the massager and reaches around to Ellie's front. He spreads her slick lips and puts the massager on her pussy - directly on her clit. Flicking the massager to low power, he wraps his free arm around Ellie. He holds her stable and also begins lightly caressing her nipples.

After a moment, Charles turns the massager's power up a notch and lightly twists one of Ellie's erect, pink nipples. She knows this game from before. she knows what is coming, and that maybe if she hurries things along, that everything will be over that much sooner. But Charles has a new game. A twisted one. "Ellie, before I had to tell us when you were going to cum. Now I want you to beg to cum". Ellie squeezes her eyes shut tightly, trying hard to block out both the humiliation and the pleasure.

"Oh, please sir" Ellie begs. "Please no" she cries out, twisting under Charles' dedicated and trained hands. Charles switches the power on the massager up a notch higher and nods into Ellie's shoulder. "Yes, Ellie. Yes. In fact, you're going to look your father in the eyes and beg him to pretty, pretty please let you cum. It's his decision as to whether and when you can. And if you cum before he says so, well, let's just say that you'll have another visit from the canes".

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