She watches nervously as Naiobe inspects the flowers, and her eyes follow the one set aside closely.  But then Naiobe is drawing her closer.  The dryad makes no effort to resist the kiss, and a tiny moan escapes her as Naiobe licks away the droplet of sap from her mouth.<br/><br/>The moan turns to a whimper and she looks down as she's told that she's to receive a smack, and moreso that she's to choose where.  The spirit hugs herself for a moment, trying to think.  She's never been struck except the blows to her ass.  After a moment she looks up, her eyes full of uncertainty as she wets her lips.  She doesn't want to choose a place that will hurt, but she doesn't want to displease Naiobe either.<br/><br/>"I've never been struck before," she admits, "So I'm not sure..."  She extends her arm to Naiobe, turning her forearm to her.  "On my arm maybe?"