Coras' skin prickles in anticipation, her heart pounding as she awaits the first lash. The cane, a cruel extension of her disciplinarian's arm, slices through the air, meeting her flesh with a stinging kiss. She cries out, her body arching, as the pattern of welts begins to bloom across her backside. Each strike is a test of her resolve, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her mind a whirlwind of sensation.