"You will<em>not</em>try again." Naiobe punctuates her words with more smacks. "You are not in your old garden; you're in my garden now, and no magic will work on me unless I let it." In truth, Naiobe isn't sure what washed the haze away, but it seems like a good belief to instill in the dryad. Had Naiobe been aware that the dryad even posessed magic, she might have done so sooner...<br/><br/>Stilling her hand finally, Naiobe looks down at the dryad. "Now." She runs her fingers lightly across the freshly spanked skin, stroking the tenderized flesh gently. "You will be punished every time you're bad, and if you try to hide in your tree from it, I'll lock you out of it for a week. But if you're my good girl..." She lets her fingers drift down the curve of the dryad's ass, toward the soft skin of her thighs. "If you please me, you'll want for nothing, and will have the best-kept tree in the world." She moves her hand from the dryad's back to stroke her hair, smoothing the green strands away from her face. "Is that clear?"<br/><br/>She watches the dryad with her dark eyes, having been careful about the promises she makes. Naiobe intends to keep her promises to the dryad... which means never promising not to hurt her, of course.