Ms. St. Claire spun around grabbing the girl and wrestling her to the ground, "No, you're not."  She forced her body over Jennifer's, gag in one hand as she grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back.  "Not if you want your trust fund back, princess."  She brushed her lips against the girl's ear, "Daddy didn't tell you this, but, until your behavior improves, you're cut off.  Well, you'll be getting an allowance, of course, but it's a pittance compared to what you're used to."