Bonneur's Fierce Facial Discipline

Kathlin's unyielding hand and stinging words bring a fresh, gleaming sheen to the girl's skin. She's made to feel every drop of spit, every lash of insult, as her eyes water and her cheeks flush crimson. The air crackles with tension, the room filled with her ragged breaths and the sharp, smacking sounds of her correction.

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