She cannot take it anymore

Ellie almost made up her mind to fight and keep at least something back when the host swished his cane through empty air... And that sound, intended for intimidation but not really expected to achieve much, turned out to be the straw that broke her resistance... At least to this particular ordeal. She felt her body flinch and with a sudden clarity she saw that she cannot take any more cane strokes. She would stay and play along. She would strip. She would do anything to protect her battered cheeks from more ****.

"I'll take everything!", she squeals and cringes as the audience roars in both disapproval and anticipation. They are getting more than most of them expected at this stage, but they also enjoyed seeing her struggle. And her bottom getting covered in lines, of course. She is already regretting her moment of weakness... But she also knows she probably would have failed to take the strokes anyway. And once she tried taking anymore at all, obviously all previous offers would have been revoked. That is just how the game works. She begins to raise herself off the bench.

The rational justification does not, however, make what is coming next any easier. Ellie is torn as her mind struggles in the lose-lose situation she finds herself in, a part of her brain screaming to take that back and go back down and the other to do anything, anything at all, to prevent further pain. In any case, she knows there is no way back down; her words are recorded and the host helpfully offers a hand as she climbs off awkwardly in her underwear... Which is about to be lost too.

"Great choice, Ellie", the host congratulates the nearly shaking girl. "I'm sure you will cope with the two task with no trouble. As for your clothing... With body like yours, what do you have to be ashamed of?"