A Chance Encounter

As the sun cast its warm rays on the park bench, Tristan's eyes locked onto Alice's, his mind reeling with the unexpected confession. The flutter of surprise gave way to a mix of intrigue and curiosity, his body shifting to face her more fully. \Really?\ he asked, his voice low and thoughtful, his eyes never leaving hers. Alice nodded, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. \Yeah, a few times. When he misbehaved and she was really mad. It looked intense. She used her hand, and he got red and cried a lot.\ Tristan whistled softly, his mind conjuring images of a petite little brother wincing under his mother's firm grip. \Wow, that must have been... eye-opening, to say the least. I've never actually seen anyone get spanked in person.\ Alice's gaze drifted back to the dappled light, her expression contemplative. \I think it could be kind of intense, having to endure that kind of physical discipline. But I guess it's how some people parent, you know?\ Tristan's eyes sparkled with curiosity. \Does it work with older kids like me?\ he asked, his voice laced with skepticism. Alice chuckled, shaking her head as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. \Honestly, I think it's more about the emotional connection and setting boundaries. My mom was always pretty strict, but she was also super loving and made sure we knew we were loved, no matter what.\ As they sat in comfortable silence, Tristan couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden behind Alice's innocent facade. The sun continued to shine, casting a warm glow over the unlikely conversation, and Tristan found himself drawn to the enigmatic girl sitting beside him.