Faridah screamed loudly with each swat of the paddle against her tender rear. Worse yet, unlike Mellisande, Miriam wasn't holding back! To make matters worse, each strike caused her to jolt forward against the horse, which had the undesired effect of forcing her petals apart so the top of the horse would slip between her folds. It didn't take her long to realize that this was the insidious purpose of the device. And with each swat forcing her to grind her sex against the horse in this manor, it proved to be not only painful, but pleasurable as well! That was perhaps the worst part about it.<br/><br/>Still, she wasn't about to give Miriam the pleasure of victory quite yet. "Do you expect me to beg?" she sardonically asked.