Chapter 13

“So, you’ve decided?” Just like before, she didn’t even look up from her tablet.

“Yes, Miss Baxter.”

“Strip,” she said.

That was it. No please. She didn’t even use my name. But I did it. I slid my sleepshirt over my head and stood there leaning on my crutches, naked as the day I was born. I shivered, but not from cold.

I watched Miss Baxter set her tablet on the night stand and maneuver herself so that she was sitting on the edge of her bed, back ramrod straight and, I have to say, looking rather enticing in her silk nightie.

I chewed my lower lip.

“Anise,” she said. “In a moment I’m going to ask you to place yourself over my knee and I’m going to spank you. But before I do that, I want you to remember two very important words. Yellow and red. If you think it’s getting too intense and you need to slow down, you can say yellow. If you decide it’s not what you wanted and you’re done, you can say red. Do you understand?”