The caning begins

The back of the armchair is too high, so the host guides Ellie with a hand on her bare shoulder to bend over its arm. She does not even consider protesting the borderline inappropriate touch. The armchair is big enough to fit her entire upper body, if only just, leaving her bottom as her highest point. Although the panties cover most of it, it feels practically bare under the eyes of the crowd and soon to be under the cane. The only bright side she can see is that she can bury her face into her forearms, hiding it from the cameras. The host is well aware of that being a major disadvantage, the audience likes the faces of girls as they struggle with the pain... But once in a while the reveal of an already tear-stricken face works just as well.

He sees no reason to further delay the proceedings. He will make Ellie an offer when he sees she is ready to take anything. Just now she is terrified, but harbouring hope to go through it. Without further ado the hosts presses the cane across the proud feminist's panties and then pulls it back for a swing, enjoying the audible collective breath intake. Even more, however, he enjoys seeing Ellie cringe.

He does not hold back and although Ellie stays in place (her own body weight and the snugness of the chair helping with that), she hollers as the cane cracks against her panties. The host can almost see the red welt raising through the thin fabric. He does not give the girl too much respite, but he does allow the time for the pain to set in properly and for the audience to enjoy the wriggling bare legs. The second holler is as enjoyable and loud as the first and the experienced man falls into the rhythm easily afterwards, savouring each moment of it despite having done this so many times before and making sure the cane squeezes out each ounce of agony it can.

Ellie's world is rapidly diminishing to be focused on fires dancing on her upturned cheeks. Before long the audience stops being a concern. So does the shame of screaming and failing to show any dignity. If she is given any chance at all to get out of this, she will take it. Still, a small part of her remains that whispers insistently that one stroke at a time she can do it; other girls have done after all; she will not actually suffer lasting harm. An even smaller part remembers that any offer is likely to be another trick and things can get worse for her still (even though it is kind of hard to imagine when being in such pain to start with). With every stroke, however, the desperation presses out the rationality.

Somehow the hosts senses the continued fight, however weak it is, in his guest. He knows he needs to make her an offer when she is sufficiently beaten into despair but not too late; having an end in sight gives strength. It is therefore on the 8th stroke that he decides to pause; the half naked girl does not even immediately realise that at first, her already-lined bottom still quivering in anticipation, her eyes welling with tears. "Ellie?", he says in an even voice. The girl finally turns her head, exposing the pretty but grimacing face to the cameras to everyone's satisfaction.

"I can see you are struggling somewhat. Perhaps we can work something out. Please remember though that you are under no pressure to agree."