“Miss Baxter straightened me out. Got me into a rehab program. It’s all very discreet, so I’d appreciate it if you did not repeat any of this.”
I nodded.
“We also have our own therapy routine at home.” Anise wiggled around in her seat until her butt was facing me. Normally I’d be drooling, thinking about Anise’s gorgeous ass, though not this time. She tugged at the waistband of her jeans. I could clearly make out a number of bruises in various states of fading.
I managed to swallow my shock and find some words. “Anise, do you need help?”
“Is my landlady abusing me? No.” Anise adjusted her pants and sat normally again. “I asked her to do this. Once a week she puts me over her knee or lately she has me kneel on one of the chairs in the parlor and goes to work with…”
“Anise, you’re bruised. You just told me Miss Baxter is the one who did it. How is that not abuse?”