Naiobe smiles, running her tongue along the dryad's lips before pulling away and offering the grape. With her other hand, she strokes the dryad's brown thighs, then slides her hand underneath the wood nymph. Skillful fingers seek out the sore spots that Naiobe knows are there. She caresses the dryad's cheeks, poking and prodding and rubbing at the spots still tender from the earlier spanking.<br/><br/>"Why did you try to do that to me?" Naiobe continues to feed the dryad, plucking grapes and a few nuts from the tray to give. "I can't imagine a reason other than fear, or perhaps curiosity. Are you afraid of me, dryad?"