I took a cab to my parents’ house on the edge of New Jersey. It was the same brownstone I’d grown up in and ordinarily it was quiet and cold but that day, it was buzzing with warm conversation, people rushing about excitedly. The actual vow renewal was to be held on the beach at Coney Island – where my parents had met. They thought it would be idealistic, despite the fact that the day was freezing and the beach would be even more so. But hey, who says romance is dead?
I went upstairs to find my parents. My one brother, Charlie, had gone AWOL, along with his wife and three children and my mother was complaining. I swear, if there was an award for complaining, she’d win it hands down. Sometimes, I wonder how my father puts up with her.
I carefully answered her questions about my life, embellishing the truth a little. White lies, right? She quizzed me about my efforts in finding a boyfriend; I told her I’d been on seven dates, though really, the only guy I’d seen in the past year was Scott.
“And out of seven, you didn’t see any of them again?” She was carefully applying eyeliner but watching me in the mirror.
“They were – boys. Immature.” I said defensively. “When I meet a decent guy, you’ll be the first to know.” I made a stab at changing the subject. “Did you get my lilies, by the way? I sent them last Saturday.”
She arched a pencil-enhanced brow.
“Yes, dear. Only I would have preferred your presence to that of a bunch of flowers, however lovely they may have been.”
God. Who talks like that? She’d been an English teacher for almost thirty years and I’d spent my childhood being reprimanded for saying ‘me and Charlie’ rather than ‘Charlie and I’.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked breezily.
“Your guess is as good as mine. If you see him, tell him I need to give him the correct tie.”
I was effectively dismissed. I hurried away before she could change her mind. The house was busy. There were lots of people I recognised and some I didn’t. I saw my brother, exchanged some jokes and told him he was in trouble. His kids were apparently raiding the kitchen but when I got there, it was empty. I ate an abandoned piece of toast and drank a fresh cup of coffee. My cell phone buzzed.
Excited?
The one word made my mouth curve into an involuntary smile, even as my pulse quickened. The door opened and Charlie walked in.
“Hey. Where’d the kids go?”
“I haven’t seen them.”
He looked past me to the bare countertop.
“What happened to my toast?”
I shrugged, guiltily. The door opened again and this time Scott walked in. My stomach clenched instinctively. His eyes smiled. Thankfully, Charlie was diverted from investigating the whereabouts of his toast.
“Hey Scott. You seen my kids?”
“I swear they were heading for the garden.”
Charlie hurried out of the room without another word. Scott shut the door behind him.
“Hi Ally,” he said.
I gulped down the last of my coffee.
“Hey. I never knew that you and Charlie were… acquainted.”
He stepped closer to me.
“Why’d you look so guilty?” he frowned
“Me? Guilty? What?” I laughed. I sounded ridiculous.
He raised an eyebrow, his deep brown eyes holding my gaze until I had to look away. I felt him smile.
“You made yourself cum, didn’t you? Last night? After I left?”
I huffed out a laugh, risking a glance at him.
“Me? What? No!” I’d never been a good liar. Even the most gullible person in the world could’ve seen though me at that moment.
Scott looked inordinately smug.
“Tell me the truth, please.”
I looked away, fingers tangling behind my back. I felt a sense of unease. Why did I let him to this to me? Outside, I heard sirens blaring past. I concentrated on the noise, straining to hear it, even after it’d long disappeared into the distance.
“What am I gonna do with you?” Scott breathed.
I looked up at him and his mouth lifted at the corner.
“I really wanna be mad at you,” he said. “But – you’re just too damn good, Ally. You’re like fucking sugar.”
I blinked.
“So – I’m not in any kind of… trouble?”
He smiled again.
“Of course you are.” He felt in his pocket. “Turn around. Nice dress, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I said cautiously, but I didn’t turn around.
His hand was still in the pocket of his jacket. He smiled at me enigmatically.
“Turn around, kitten. And lift that dress up.”
I hesitated, my mouth a little dry.
“You’re not gonna – spank me again, are you?”
His eyes met mine.
“Maybe. But that’s not the point. I thought you agreed to this.”
“Well.” I swallowed hard. “That was – before.”
“You know how to stop me,” he said simply. “Now would you please turn around? Is it just me, or do you have a real difficulty with following simple instructions?”
I bit my lip, forcing myself not to answer back. Slowly, I turned to face the window. It was raining, drops pattering against the glass. I felt Scott lift the hem of my dress.
“Hold.”
I took it from him obediently, holding the material above my waist.
“Bend over. And open your legs a little.”
His fingers hooked into my lace panties, dragging them down to my knees. I stared at the window, silently. I was in my parents’ kitchen, for god’s sake. The same kitchen where I’d eaten breakfast and dinner for eighteen goddamn years. Scott’s hand smoothed over my ass and I braced for impact. It didn’t come. As soon as I began to think he wasn’t going to spank me, his palm made contact.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t help crying out and as if to punish me for making a noise, his hand moved fast, hitting me neatly and alternately on either cheek until my flesh burned. Before I had time to get accustomed to the glowing sting, I felt something cold and hard gliding along my wet snatch.
“What are you doing?” My voice was a little panicky. My hands were still clutching my dress and my knuckles were white.
“Just – relax,” Scott murmured.
I felt the object move up to my perineum before going back down, moving slightly inside my snatch for a second. Then it was moving up, up and pressing against my tight asshole.
“Let it in, kitten,” Scott’s voice was low with arousal but it felt like warm honey. “Just relax.”
I felt the object ease inside, stretching me smoothly and then it was lodged there, hard and unmistakeable. I clenched around it warily, my legs shaky.
“It’s not gonna do you any harm,” Scott murmured. “Look how wet you’ve gotten.”
His hands slid down over my ass, pressing against it reassuringly. I realised I was holding my breath and unsteadily I let it out.
“Ally?”
It was my father’s voice, coming from somewhere from beyond the closed kitchen door. I looked over my shoulder in panic, and met Scott’s unabashed gaze. Hurriedly, I straightened up, dragging my panties over my burning ass. I sat down at the table, legs crossed, my hands frantically smoothing down my dress. My heart was pounding.
The door swung open and Dad walked in. His eyes moved from me to Scott and he smiled.
“I didn’t expect to see you two here.”
Scott cleared his throat.
“Sorry, I forgot to call.”
“No worries, no worries. In fact, d’you mind if Ally and I speak for a minute?”
“Oh, sure. I’ll go – find Jake.”
Jake?
Scott crossed the room, closing the door softly behind him.
“Would you listen to my vows?” Dad asked turning to me. “Only, I want them to mean something to everyone but especially to your mother and well, you know her best. I’d have asked your brother but he’s disappeared again.”
“Sure,” I smiled. “Let me hear them.”
He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and began reading. I listened attentively.
Then, I got the shock of my life. Whatever the damn hell Scott had put in my ass, suddenly sprang to life and began buzzing. If I’d had a weak heart, it would have given out. As it was, I jumped up off my chair like a jack-in-the-box.
If Dad hadn’t been so preoccupied, I’m sure he would have been concerned. I clenched around the toy as I sat back down uneasily, my stomach squirming with unreleased pleasure. Thankfully, the buzzing shut off after ten seconds. But then it started again, in short violent bursts, making me shudder with need.
Dad didn’t notice. I gripped the edge of the table hard, swallowing a moan. My ass clenched over and over, as the toy adjusted again, this time buzzing slowly, lazily but with deep reverberations. I was soaking through my panties. My ass was still sore from Scott’s spanking and every time I shifted, I was reminded of his hand imprinting itself against my tender flesh. I stood up, thinking it would reduce the impact of the toy but the incessant vibrating made my knees weak.
“You think ‘years’ is appropriate there? Or should I put ‘decades’?” Dad asked.
“Uh,” I gulped.
He glanced at me.
“You okay, Ally?”
“Yeah. Fine.” I smiled. “Just excited.”
“Me and you both, honey.”
He turned back to reciting his speech.
I was sweating. The pace of the vibrating increased and unbelievably, it felt like the toy grew larger inside my tight, resisting passage. Just as I was sure I’d give myself away, the door swung open and Scott reappeared.
“Sorry to disturb,” he said. “But they’re about to send out a search party for you, Conrad. You’d better get back to your wife.”
Dad frowned.
“Right. Would you have a read of this for me, Scott? I know you’re not an expert on marriage but make sure I haven’t put anything ridiculous.” He handed Scott his sheet of paper and hurried out of the room. The door swung shut behind him.
Scott looked at me expectantly.
I met his gaze, deciding spontaneously to play it cool.
“What?” I asked.
He smiled. The goddamn bastard smiled.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Just fine.” I wanted to hate him. He was so unbelievably arrogant. “So you’ve been married?” I asked sweetly.
He looked unperturbed. “Couple of times. How’s your ass?”
“Just – fine.”
He raised an eyebrow, walking slowly towards me.
“So you don’t want this?” He opened his palm. Inside, was a small rectangular device with buttons. I could only guess that it controlled the toy.
“Well.” I reached out to take it but he closed his hand. Then he pressed a button. The toy came alive inside me. I had to close my eyes to bear the deep throbbing.
“Scott,” I couldn’t keep up the pretence. My voice sounded thin. “This is – too much. It’s making me too – ”
“Too what?” He looked at me encouragingly. “Too wet? Is it gonna make you cum, princess? Just that little plug in your ass? Is that all it takes?”
I pressed my legs together hard and moaned as he adjusted the setting. It felt too fast, too urgent.
“Scott. It’s really – it’s too intense.”
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, the buzzing receded. There was nothing.
“Look at me,” Scott breathed. His eyes were dark, unrelenting. “You are not to cum, Ally. If you do, all this is over. Do not touch yourself. Don’t even think about taking it out. You’re my fucktoy, remember?”
“But – Scott – you can’t expect – ”
His hand went under my skirt and cupped my snatch possessively.
“You know the word. Use it.”
He waited. I didn’t speak.
“Good girl. And I think you’d better lose the panties. A nice girl like you can’t be walking around with wet panties on.”
He held his hand out and I meekly eased out of my lace underwear, depositing the damp scrap in his hand. He pocketed it unceremoniously.
“Don’t forget, Ally. You do everything I say.”
***
Everyone was ready. Everything was ready. Of the guests who’d confirmed they were attending, about half were from out of town and were planning to head straight to Coney Island. The rest of us were taking a ninety-minute cab ride.
I followed my father out of the house. He looked unusually smart in a very fetching suit. I couldn’t help but notice he’d managed to wrangle his way out of wearing a tie. Dad: 1 – Mom: 0.
“Have you got everything you need?” I asked. “Phone? Keys? You don’t wanna get home tonight and be locked out.”
“Yeah, thanks Ally. I’m good.” He patted down his pockets anxiously. “In fact, where the hell did I put my vows?”
We looked at each other.
“Don’t you know them off by heart?”
He snorted. “Like hell. Where did I put the goddamn paper?”
“I -”
“I was reading them to you in the kitchen,” he said, light dawning. “And then I gave them to Scott. Where is he?”
I glanced around uncertainly.
“I – I don’t know.”
“Ally, go find him, would you? We’ve gotta get going and I wanna read them over in the car.”
“But, Dad -”
He was already walking away. I thought of Scott. I was suddenly conscious of my lack of underwear. And more importantly, the plug in my ass. My legs felt a little unsteady. I walked against the traffic of people back into the house. Perhaps I wouldn’t find him. Perhaps Dad and I would have to scribble down as much as we remembered in the back of the cab. Perhaps Scott would’ve given them to Charlie, or my mother, or someone else, anyone else.
Charlie’s wife, Rose, was crouched at the foot of the stairs, carefully cleaning her daughter’s face with a damp handkerchief.
“Hey,” I said. “Have you seen Scott?”
“No. Sorry,” she said distractedly and as I moved away she called after me, a little guiltily, “I love your dress by the way.”
“Thanks!”
My dress which had seemed perfect when I’d bought it, now felt far too short. It was a deep, warm blue colour and skimmed the back of my knees which would have felt decent enough, had I been wearing underwear. I found Scott in the study, busily annotating the sheet of vows with a red pen.
“Hey,” I said, as nonchalantly as I could. “Everyone’s leaving, you know.”
He glanced up and smiled.
“So what’re you doing here? Looking for some fun?”
He straightened up, dropping the pen into a drawer of the old desk and shoving it shut with his knee. It made a loud thump. He folded up the piece of paper.
“Actually, my dad was looking for his vows,” I said. “He remembered that you had them.”
“He was right.”
I cleared my throat.
“He asked me to – get them for him.”
Scott shrugged.
“Come get them then, kitten.”
I moved forward but he stepped backwards, shaking his head.
“No, Ally. Kittens walk on all fours.” His eyes met mine. “Crawl for me, princess.”
My face flushed.
“Scott. Please.”
He raised an uncompromising eyebrow.
“Crawl.”
I looked down at the coffee-coloured carpet. I swallowed hard and dropped down onto my hands and knees. I slunk towards him like a cat. He moved around the desk. I followed, going faster when he did. I could not imagine what I would say if someone had seen me. Eventually, he stopped. I crawled closer to him, glaring at his tailored pants. He dropped the paper on the floor. I reached to pick it up but he shook his head.
“Your mouth, kitten.”
As I tried to get a handle on the goddam sheet, he moved behind me, dragging up my dress and exposing my ass. He pressed a little on the toy and then spanked me solidly on each cheek, ten times in total. Then he pulled my dress back down and straightened up. He surveyed me on the floor, my dad’s vows in my goddamn mouth.
“You’d better get back. They’ll be wondering where you’ve got to.”
I scrambled to my feet and hurried away, not looking back.
***
It was cold and windy on the beach. Everyone was of the opinion that my parents were certifiably crazy. The celebrations were to…
