The texture was both rough from the spanking yet smooth under the warmth of recovery beginning even now as body worked heal itself now that the assault was over. She could sense Taylor’s tension under MJ’s authoritative grip and palpable disappointment—and yet part of her couldn’t completely detach Taylor-the-boy who once giggled during their playful prodding from Taylor-the-young-man standing bare before her now. “Now you feel,” said MJ softly yet commandingly as she motioned for Bella to extend her hand. Taylor lay there, enveloped in a hushed stillness—a potent blend of comfort and chaotic relief leaving him trembling. It was a reminder that humor could serve as their bridge back to normalcy. As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, long shadows stretched across the fields. Understanding flickered in Bella’s eyes—whether from believing him fully or sensing there was more left unsaid was unclear—but she respected his boundary regardless by not pushing any further.
