Faridah sighed in relief. She knew that punishment was unavoidable for what she had done, but she prayed that her quick thinking had at least reduced the severity of it. She remained where she was, bent over with her exposed ass pointing towards the ceiling. She wouldn't dare to think of moving until Mellisande ordered her, and all she could do was cringe at the thought of what a fist would do to the tight channel of a woman.