Page 94 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

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 Eagle’s Pass 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 HoHs come forward to admire the coveted punishment furniture. Troy has a moment of surreal awareness that only in a town like Eagle’s Pass 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 important 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

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