by Livia Grant
Ten short minutes later, Hallie pauses at the entry to the sanctuary, her arm through Uncle Adam’s tuxedo covered arm, watching Traci walk down the aisle in front of her. The sprays of white flowers decorating the alter and ends of each pew look exactly as Hallie had dreamed. She takes a deep breath as the bridal march begins on the organ and the congregation rises, turning, all eyes on her.
A rare moment of true clarity surrounds Hallie as she takes the first steps forward to her future. She’s so grateful to Troy for helping to get her refocused on what is really important today. It isn’t the perfection of the cake or the scent of the flowers. It isn’t knowing that her shoes have the right sized heal or that Troy’s tuxedo is perfectly pressed. No, as she nears the alter and catches the first real glimpse of her soon-to-be-husband, Hallie’s heart expands with love for the most handsome man she’s ever met, waiting with a grin on his face as if he’s the luckiest man on the face of the earth. This… today… it’s all about their love. Their commitment to each other and their future.
As Hallie arrives at the altar to take Troy’s arm, sandwiched between the two men who love her, she realizes that today she doesn’t just gain a husband, but the five of them are forming a new family. Aunt Gina and Uncle Adam never got to have children of their own, but Hallie knows they love her as if she were their own. Today two small families will join forces to become one extended family. Hallie prays that soon Traci will find her own Mr. Right who will want to join their family and later, hopefully add children for the two couples.
Hallie feels Troy squeezing her hand, bringing her back from her daydreaming. He smiles at her indulgently as Father Henry welcomes the congregation.
“And who presents this woman for marriage to this man?”
Hallie hears the emotion in her uncle’s normally strong voice. “Her Aunt Gina and I.” Adam lifts her short veil and leans in to place a quick kiss on her cheek, whispering in her ear. “I’m so happy for you, Hallie. Your aunt and I love you very much.”
Emotion warbles her voice. “I love you both too, Uncle Adam. I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for Troy and me.”
Her uncle moves to take a seat in the front pew next to his wife, pulling her into his arms to comfort her as she is briefly overwhelmed with happy tears.
The rest of the ceremony flies by in a blur for Hallie. She hears the music, enjoys the candles and tries to listen to Father Henry’s message, but she’s distracted by Troy’s calming caresses on her arm linked with his. She sees the twinkle in his eyes as she recites her vows, the word obey prominently included. She also hears his solemn promise as he vows to love, honor, protect and cherish her till death do they part.
They finally arrive at the part of the service Hallie is most looking forward to. Turning them around to face the congregation, Father Henry announces, “I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Troy Jackson.” The packed church applauds as Father Henry informs Troy that he may now kiss his bride.
Hallie doesn’t have even a second to wait before Troy’s mouth latches onto hers for a very risqué kiss for the middle of church. Father Beauchamp doesn’t seem the least bit bothered and allows Troy to maul his bride for a good thirty seconds until catcalls from their friends and family force them to separate enough for Troy to look down on her.
“I love you, Mrs. Jackson.”
Her heart is ready to burst. “I love you more, Mr. Jackson.”
* * * * *
As perfect as this day has been, by 11:00 p.m., Troy is more than ready to start his honeymoon. He knows he’ll feel guilty later for cutting their time at the dance short, especially because he’s enjoying watching Hallie dancing with a group out in the middle of the dance floor, but he can’t wait to get his bride alone. They plan on spending tonight in Corbin’s Bend before leaving for their honeymoon to the Caribbean the next day. He decides the next break the band takes, he’s going to urge his wife to start saying their goodbyes.
His wife. He’s married. He has to pinch himself when he realizes how fast things fell into place. The six weeks they’d spent apart from each other at the new year had been hell, but that time also served its purpose. Hallie and Troy had both used that time to figure out what it was that would make them happy in life and luckily, they had both decided it was each other.
Troy smiles as he remembers that not everything has been completely smooth sailing. His young bride has tested his resolve many times and his cock twitches remembering how much fun he’s had guiding her, often over his knee. Considering they met with her tackling him, thinking he was the devil incarnate for beating Traci, the fact that Hallie is whole-heartedly embracing the domestic discipline way of life has him feeling as if he’d won the lottery that snowy night she barged into his life.
Hallie is finally tiring and he sees the relief on her face as the band announces their next break. He’s just about to collect her to make their exit when he’s joined by Brent.
“So, are you two ready to open your gifts?”
Troy’s heart drops. He should be grateful for the overflowing table of gifts, large and small, but he had hoped they could open them when they returned from their honeymoon.
“Hi, Brent. Actually, I was just ready to snag up my bride and take her home to start our honeymoon.”
Brent’s laughter draws several other HoH’s over to their small group. The men all start pressuring Troy to open the presents.
“Come on, Troy. I can’t wait for you guys to open your gifts.” Zachary Cunningham, his mentor, had become a good friend in the months since Troy had moved to Corbin’s Bend. “Erin didn’t like the gift I picked out so we got you two gifts. I somehow think Hallie is going to like the one Erin picked out more than mine.”
Troy counters. “Well, thanks, but I think starting the honeymoon is a bit more important that opening gifts, don’t you guys?”
The small group chuckles, several slapping him on the back. “I think you’ll be more than happy if you take the time to open your gifts tonight, my friend. You may just want to put some of them to use in the coming days of your honeymoon.”
The conspiratorial grins remind Troy that the open nature of the Corbin’s Bend spanking community most likely has influenced most guest’s gift choices. Watching Hallie’s hips swaying as she walks his way has him suddenly interested in unwrapping the table full of presents.
“Hello, Mr. Jackson. You need to stop standing on the sidelines and dance with me again, please.”
Hugging her close. “Hello, Mrs. Jackson. The guys here were just convincing me that it’s time to open our gifts. Are you game?”
Her eyes twinkle. “Oh, can we, Troy? I love opening gifts!” Hallie is clapping her hands excitedly as they move the short distance to the table holding the festively wrapped boxes.
Troy somehow doubts she’s going to enjoy her gifts tonight when he hears the round of barely contained chuckles from the HoH’s of Corbin’s Bend.
Hallie’s face as she opens the first small box from Danelle and Carrie Ann is priceless. Nestled inside is a small leather tawse. To Troy it doesn’t look very threatening, but Hallie looks as if she’s going to drop it onto the nearby waiter’s tray to be carried away.
Carrie Ann comes forward with a second small box. “I convinced Danelle that if we were going to give you a punishment implement, the least we could do is give you this too.”
Troy unwraps a tube of the same cream Carrie Ann had been passing out on Christmas Eve. “Look Hallie, just in time. You’re almost out of the lotion you got at the Christmas Party.”
Troy can see his wife’s rosy blush as the growing crowd surrounding them to watch them open their gifts laugh jovially. Troy hugs Hallie close. “Just smile, sweetheart. It’s all in fun. This is part of living in Corbin’s Bend.”
Hallie whispers back. “Maybe, but I spent a lot of time registering. I’m not going to be happy if the only gifts we get help you stay stuck in 1950.”
He can’t help but hug her close before the cr
owd cheers them on. The next three gifts are all punishment implements. Namely a heavy wooden brush, a sturdy Irish school strap and a set of ping pong paddles. Hallie’s face turns a deeper shade of pink with each gift, but Troy is pleased that he can also see the passion in her eyes as she lifts each device, knowing that each will eventually connect with her bare bottom during intimate time spent over her husband’s lap. Since most of her spankings to date have been the funishment kind, she hasn’t learned to dread a spanking as Troy suspects she may in the future.
Luckily, they hit a few household gifts from their registry returning Hallie to cloud nine. Between the toaster, glass vase and crockpot, they add wrist and ankle restraints, nipple clamps and a rattan cane to their punishment stash.
They’re nearing the end of the pile when they open the card indicating the next gift is from Dr. Devon and his wife Cadence. Troy doesn’t even see what’s under the tissue paper, but he can see by the beet red hue of Hallie’s cheeks that the contents are not another set of bath towels.
“What is it, Hallie?”
“Nothing. Let’s open the last gift now.”
“Don’t be rude. Marcus and Cadence are still here and they’re watching us open the gift.”
Her whisper is urgent. “I don’t care, Troy. I don’t want to show anyone this gift.”
“Not even me?”
“Especially not you.”
Curiosity pushes Troy to wrestle the box from Hallie’s hand. Lifting the tissue paper, he can see why. Even he’s a little scandalized by the gift from the good doctor, having never considered this particular punishment before. If the rise of his cock is any indication, he suspects they’ll be putting this gift to use sooner rather than later.
Brent prods him to show off the gift. “Come on you two. We want to see too.”
“No fucking way, Troy. I swear to you. I’ll…”
He hugs her tight to whisper in her ear, “Oh, baby. You and that potty mouth are just begging to try out some of these gifts, aren’t you? In fact, this gift in particular might really help get that potty mouth under control.”
“Troy… no way…”
He lets her off the hook. “I was talking about using one of the bars of soap in the box. Maybe a good mouth soaping would help.”
Hallie grabs the box, opening to take another peek and is looking more distressed by the minute.
“What is it, Troy?” a voice from the crowd yells.
Marcus helps them defuse the moment. “Now, that’s none of your business you busy-bodies. Only Troy and Hallie need to know.”
Another voice breaks through. “You gave them your trademark medical kit, didn’t you, Doc?”
Marcus just grins.
Troy and Hallie are the only ones who can see the large enema bag with inflatable nozzle nestled in the tissue paper next to the thick, round thermometer, two bars of soap, a jar of lube and three sizes of graduating anal training plugs. It really is a treasure chest of naughty medical paraphernalia and Troy now realizes he’s going to have to be careful if he wants to keep the entire group of guests from spotting his raging hard-on straining to escape his tuxedo pants.
“Cadence and I wanted to share some of our favorite medical supplies with you two newlyweds.”
His wife smacks him playfully. “Speak for yourself, Marcus. I’m so sorry, Hallie, but I couldn’t talk him out of it. He says it’s kind of his trademark gift for all newlyweds in town.”
Hallie turns to hide her blazing face against his chest and Troy loves wrapping her in his arms.
Gently lifting her chin with his finger, Troy brings her gaze up to meet his. “Hallie, honey. I love you. I don’t want you to be upset on our wedding night. I promise not to overwhelm you with all of this stuff right away.”
To Troy’s surprise, Hallie’s gaze is no longer one of embarrassment, but is now blazing with returned passion. They seriously need to leave for their honeymoon.
“Let’s open our last gift and then we can go home, okay?”
Hallie manages a shy nod. Troy can see the sexually charged gifts are having the desired effects on his new bride.
Troy walks to the large waist high gift sitting on the floor next to the gift table. Brent has stepped up to meet him there, reaching out to shake Troy’s hand. “This last gift is actually from several of us. We went together to get you a larger gift we thought you two might be needing soon. No couple in Corbin’s Bend should be caught without one.”
Troy hears Hallie’s groan, but when he reaches for her hand, he can see she’s actually as curious about the contents of the gift as he is.
“Want to unwrap it together, Hallie?”
“Yes, sir.”
Troy’s heart swells at her response.
Ten seconds later, Hallie lets out a squeal, burying her head in his chest to hide her face. Troy can look over her blonde hair to admire the heavy wooden spanking bench and its leather covered knee and waist supports. Troy is especially pleased with the design that will splay his wife’s delectable body in the most tantalizing position for both punishments and more intimate pursuits.
The crowd has grown around them as many HoH’s come forward to admire the coveted punishment furniture. Troy has a moment of surreal awareness that only in a town like Corbin’s Bend could a newlywed couple open this strange array of gifts and be happy about it.
Taking the opportunity of the gathered crowd, Troy makes his final announcement.
“Hallie and I would like to thank everyone so much for the generous gifts, but more importantly, for being here with us to celebrate our big day and the start of our marriage. It’s been a perfect day so thank you for being part of that. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to get my bride home so we can start our honeymoon. We only have a few hours before the car is picking us up to take us to the airport and I have a few wedding presents to test out.”
“Troy, don’t you dare!” Hallie slaps him playfully.
“I don’t need the gifts tonight, sweetheart. You’re all the gift I need tonight.”
“Oh Troy.”
The sound of spoons on clinking glassware surround them and the couple obliges with the traditional kiss which turns passionate quickly.
Char steps forward holding Hallie’s beautiful bouquet of flowers. “Don’t forget to throw out your bouquet, Hallie. All of the single ladies have been anxiously awaiting their chance to catch it.”
All of the single ladies are starting to congregate in the center of the dance floor. It’s almost too late when Troy notices Traci sitting on the sidelines. “Wait a minute, Hallie. We need to get Traci out there.”
Troy crosses to his sister. She refuses to look up at him as he stands nearby so he takes a seat next to her. “So Trace. What are you doing sitting over here? They called all single ladies to the dance floor.”
His sister doesn’t look at him. “It’s okay, Troy. I think I’ll sit this one out. I never catch it anyway. I’m coming to terms that I’m not meant to find my Mr. Right. At least not in this lifetime.”
Troy gently pulls his sister’s chin to face him. Earlier she’d finally been looking happy, but now he sees his sister slipping into the melancholy mood she’s spent much of the last few weeks in. “Traci, please. Tell me what’s bothering you. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, Troy. I’m fine. You and Hallie don’t need to worry about me. You need to just focus on having fun on your honeymoon. I’m so happy for you, Troy. Really, I am.”
“I know you are, Traci, but I also know you’re lying to me. I don’t know why, but something has you down. Are you getting nervous to be presenting at the big psychologist’s convention in a few weeks?”
She doesn’t need to answer him. He knows he’s struck gold. The very mention of that convention has his sister dissolving into a panic.
“Trace…”
“Troy, really. Just go. Maybe we’ll talk about it when you get back from your honeymoon. For now, it’s not imp
ortant at all.”
Troy wants to stay and talk things through with his sister, but he can see the group of gathered single women is growing restless.
“Okay, Trace. We can wait to talk, but we can’t wait for you to join in the bouquet toss. Come on.” Troy grabs her hand and pulls her along behind him to the dance floor.
Hallie turns her back to the group and with a broad grin, tosses the bouquet over her head and into the middle of the crowd. Some good natured pushing and shoving causes some confusion, but when the dust settles, his sister Traci is standing holding her new sister’s flowers, a broad grin on her face.
Hallie rushes forward to hug her. “Oh, I’m so happy you caught the bouquet, Traci. After all you’ve done for Troy and me, you deserve to find your own happiness.”
Troy joins the two most important people in his life and scoops them up into a group hug. “See, Trace. I told you, your turn is coming soon.”
“It’s just a silly tradition, Troy. But still, I’ll take all the help I can get.”
“Let’s get going, Mrs. Jackson. I have one more gift I need to unwrap once we get home.” Troy grins as he suggestively plays with her zipper where his hand rests at her back.
“Sorry, but I think you’ve already unwrapped that gift a time or two.” Her flirtatious smile is beautiful.
“Oh Hallie, baby. You’ll always be the best gift I’ve ever received. Let’s go home.”
The End
