Before it began, the princess's quivering had continued to increase as Mellisande played with her body and pawed her bottom like she were inspecting a piece of fruit. Her breathing quickened, and the anticipation grew and grew. And then...<br/><br/>*Spank!*<br/><br/>Faridah's body seemed to leap with each blow, whether it was hard or soft. She kept her eyes closed shut, and tried to keep her lips shut as well, but a few of the sharper blows garnered squeaky cries from her lips, though nothing too loud. The variation in speed and strength kept her off her guard, and though she continued to try to shift her ass away from the blows, each one struck true. The humiliation was far worse than the pain, though, and knowing how muscular her butt was, she had a feeling she could take a lot of blows before it would become too much to bear.