Pheeww! What a day! And it's only noon. First we don't have any new pupils for about a month and then we get two in less than twelve hours. And not just two easy ones, no, it has to be two royal bitches. That Michelle and..., hmmm, what was the name of the other one again? they are going to be tough ones. After all those years I know trouble when I see it. Those two smell like trouble about a mile upwind.

I went to check on the blonde one in the basement early in the morning, brought her breakfast, and a decent one too. Coffee, bread, butter, jam.
"I want cornflakes and yoghurt and pancakes" she cried, after having me called names for the better part of five minutes. I just looked at her, shaking my head. Then, when she threw the tray with the breakfast to the floor, I caned her. She didn't see it coming, which made it just more painful. She crawled on the floor, trying to protect herself. To no avail, of course. Ten strokes, not even very hard ones, and she was a sobbing heap on the floor, begging me to stop.
But she'll be back. After a couple of hours they start to forget the pain, take up the fight again. But we have time, lots of time.
"I told you, sweetie: There are two ways to learn the lesson you will learn here. Tough or easy. It's your decision. Personally I don't care either way."

The other girl is probably even worse. Michelle. An uppity bitch right out of the book, already closing in on her 30th birthday. If she hasn't learned the basics by now, she will have a hard time at this age. She too is asking for a beating and gets it. I leave her alone, fetch a skirt and a blouse and return not much later.
"To wear clothes is a privilege you have to earn in this school. Get on your knees and apologize for your behaviour and I might think about giving you that privilege."