The swats continued to sting her thighs, which were as strong as her buttocks were, and thus she didn't suffer any serious pain from it. It was hard to concentrate on Mellisande's words while she was suffering such torture, but it was also hard in a way to keep them out, and Mellisande’s twisted words seemed to plant ideas in the princess's head that she never previously thought of.<br/><br/>When the spanking had stopped, Faridah was almost disappointed, even though her burning backside and thighs were thankful for the relief. It was quickly forgotten, though, when Mellisande's sharp fingernails got her attention. 'Don't fall for her lies! She's only trying to make you believe them so you become another of her mindless slaves!' she told herself, not yet ready to give in to the woman's whims.<br/><br/>But when Mellisande discovered how wet she was, her defiance seemed to fade away. She grimaced and closed her eyes in shame. A whimper passed her lips and she could find no voice to offer in retort, an admission of guilt in itself.