Just time for a quick OneWord:
The teacher cracks his knuckles with a wooden ruler, and barks with a thick accent, "hand position. Again."
The result it the same. A sharp crack of the ruler across the child's small, white hands, a rash of red spreads across them both.
"Hand position. Again."
The child fights the urge for tears, lets the metronome take the pain away.
The master knew best.
And the pupil wanted so much from the dark, rich, seductiveness of the piano.