The dryad squirms under Naiobe's hand and the brush of lips, trying to wriggle out from under the weight of her hand upon her back.<br/><br/>"Because... Because I know it won't work... Why would I try again... I... I..."  Her words trail off as Naiobe's hand moves slow and softly down her back and she makes a soft moan as she fits her ass into that touch.  "I'll... I'll be good..." she promises as she turns her head to gaze uncertainly but pleadingly up at Naiobe, wetting her lips.<br/><br/>But then those eyes go wide in shock as the sharp crack of Naiobe's hand against her ass fills the air.  The woman yelps and as more blows fall she begins to writhe and thrash in earnest, her green hair flying out as she tosses her head back and forth as her tiny fists pound and claw at the bench on either side of her.  Her musical voice rises in a pitiful wailing as she begins to sob and cry freely.<br/><br/>"Please!  No!  I'm sorry!  I'll be good!  I'll be good!  Please!"  Her begging and pleading is mingled with sobbing as she writhes and tries to escape  Naiobe's hold.