"Here is where you learn to behave. Here is where you realize that life is no party but hard work, sweat and tears. There are several ways to learn that. Painful ones, easy ones. But learn it you will." I look at her. A cute blonde with a nice frame. And a brat if I ever have seen one. And I've seen many.
I step out of the shade. "I am Ma'am. That's Ma'am to you, with a capital "M"."
She just glares at me, ready to run. "Peter, I think this one needs the special treatment. Bring her to the basement and lock her up. I will take care of her in the morning."
I watch as the gardener leads the girl away. She's struggling, but obviously still too dumbfounded to put up any real resistance. Besides, she has still cuffed her wrists behind her back and her ankles are shackled, allowing only small steps. She'll be put in a cell. No restraints, but no way to get out either. Nothing more disgusting than a girl wetting her pants because she can't help herself to the toilet. I shudder at the thought.

How I hate it when we get a "special delivery", especially when it's in the middle of the night. I need my sleep. After all, turning brats into humbly servants is hard work. Very enjoyable, but still hard.
I go back to my bedroom, where Cynthia is awaiting me. She'll help me relax before she's sent back to the dormitory. Right now, she is my favourite plaything, a luscious redhead with a very skilfull tongue.