The spank was nothing if not surprising.  Eliza was one of the heirs to the great houses of the mighty Imperium!  Few would be so brazen so as to say a cross word to her face knowing the forces she could bring to bare against them, much less give her a smack on the ass like a common whore.  She let out a small peep, and then sat for a moment contemplating what had happened.<br/><br/>It brought her back to her training on Chapterhouse, where she had been trained in the Bene Gesserit arts.  No one had treated her special there and that had brought her closer to her sisters in ways she'd never thought possible.  Nadira hadn't been there, of course, but still, just the sense memory of being treated like a misbehaving child aroused something in her.<br/><br/>"You forget yourself," She told Nadira, although she said in a tone that denoted arousal along with the surprise.  She couldn't help but be aroused as Nadira's lips plied at her neck.  "I'm Eliza Dorcha, Heir of this house."  She said in a haughty tone.  She took hold of Nadira's hands and pushed them away, punning them to her side and rolling so she was on top, straddling Nadira.<br/><br/>Eliza's hair fell down from her face and her eyes glinted with mischief.  She secretly hoped that Nadira would strike back in this little contest of wills and show her that Eliza was not the one in control her.  To give her some kind of signal, she pressed her body close to Nadira, grinding their bodies together, showing her how utterly aroused she was at this whole thing.