No, you have Helpers.

"Rebecca- come in here and help your Mother with something," you say, calling out into the hallway.

A moment later, the brunette approaches, looking at you and her Mother curiously.

"He's here to help Faith get in line."
"It's about time. Why do you need me, Mom?"
"He has a request of you. What is it...Master?"
"I need you two to hold this bitch down while I punish her."

They both nod, approaching the topless brown as she recoils on her bed. There's no escape.

They grab her and place her in her Mother's lap. The latter holds her down by the back and her Sister holds her arms down, keeping her still and only able to kick her legs in vain.

"You got her that book on Etiquette, right?"
"I did," her Mom says.
"I'm sure she threw it out. Where's the spare copy you surely bought?"
"It's on my dresser," Rebecca says, "I'm learning a lot from it."

You go and get it, leaving the bitchy girl to struggle and beg for help. None will come. It is hopeless.

You return with the 500+ page book and swing it around with one hand. She must know what is coming.

"Learn. Your. Lessons. Be. A. Good. Girl!"

With each word, you swat the girl on her sumptuous backside. She cries out in pain, real tears welling up on her face. Is she repentant yet?

"Are you a good girl yet," you ask, hoping that she says 'no.'