Note: This is the thirteenth episode in a series entitled "Roxanne and Willie". If you have not read the previous twelve episodes of this series, I encourage you to do so before beginning this chapter.
This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that you look for something else to read.
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We drove to Smithson's Jewelry store. Roxanne selected a beautiful diamond engagement ring and a gold wedding band. She also picked out a gold wedding band for me.
When she picked out my wedding band Roxanne said in a very loud voice. "Believe me Peewee you're going to be wearing a wedding ring whether you like it or not. I want every woman in the world to know you're off the market. In our marriage I'm the only one whose going to be partying on the side."
When Roxanne said that every person in the store turned to look at me. I was mortified. I wanted to crawl under a rock. My baby knows how to have fun.
After buying the rings we went to Sammy's. As soon as Sammy noticed us he yelled, "Hey its my favorite couple. Where you two guys been?"
Roxanne leaned over the bar. "I had a big project to finish for school." She giggled. "Hey Sammy guess what."
"What doll?"
"Willie just took me to Smithson's Jewelers and bought me an engagement ring and a wedding band."
"Hey Roxie that's great." He looked at me. "Smithsons is a high class joint. Peewee you're a top notch guy." He looked back at Roxanne. "Okay Roxie baby, lets see 'em."
Roxanne shook her head. "Sorry Sammy, they're being engraved. We won't be able to pick them up until Monday afternoon.
"Yeah, well you guys gotta come by the place and have dinner Monday. I wanna see those high class rings."
I laughed. "Sammy this will be our first stop."
He smiled at us, "So you two must still be planning to get married on Tuesday."
Roxanne grinned. "We are Sammy. Will you and Janice still be our witnesses?"
"We wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Good, we're all set. We have an appointment with Justice of the Peace Wilbur Peterson at 10:00 am on Tuesday. His office is downtown in the Abrogast Bank Building. Here's the address." Roxanne pulled a slip of paper out of her purse and handed it to Sammy.
Sammy took the paper. "I know where the Abrogast Bank building is. I won't have no trouble finding this place. Janice and I will be there by 9:45."
Roxanne smiled. "Thanks Sammy. Willie and I want to take you and Janice to lunch at the Kensington Grill after the ceremony."
"The Kensington Grill? That's a hotsy totsy place. You two are going first class. Janice will love it."
We had dinner at Sammy's and went home early. We were both tired. We made quiet love and went to sleep.
On Monday, after I finished teaching my second class, Roxanne and I met with a Realtor. His name was Barry Dunlap. He seemed like a nice enough guy. He gave us a list of homes to look at.
After our meeting with Barry, we went to Smithson's Jewelers and picked up our rings. Roxanne loved hers. After we left the jewelers we spent some time driving by some of the houses on Barry's list. We were both excited.
We got to Sammy's just after 6:30. The special was meatloaf. It was great. Sammy loved our rings.
We went to bed early on Monday night. Tuesday was going to be a big day. We were getting married.
We both woke early on Tuesday morning. We were excited.
The day started with me giving Roxanne a bath. On most mornings Roxanne showered while I fixed breakfast. This morning was different. This morning there was an unstated attitude of domination in the air. Today I was going to become Roxanne's submissive cuckold husband and she was going to become my dominant hot wife. We were both elated.
That said, we were also friends and lovers. We were getting married because we truly enjoyed being with each other.
Breakfast reflected this. I made eggs Benedict. We ate and read the morning paper together. We laughed at the comics. We shook our heads over our mutual belief that the people running the local NFL team were idiots. We were quiet when we read about the sixteen year old gang member who shot and killed another sixteen year old because he was wearing the wrong colored tee shirt.
Roxanne and I loved each other. We were excited about our adventurous sex life, but that wasn't the real cause of our happiness. The real cause of our happiness was that today we were about to make a commitment to stay with each other for the rest of our lives. Today we were agreeing to read the morning paper together for ever and ever.
We took our time getting dressed. I wore my suit. Roxanne wore a beautiful new red dress. She looked incredibly sexy.
I laughed when I thought about this. Roxanne wasn't capable of not looking sexy.
At 9:00 am we were getting ready to leave. Roxanne started asking me questions.
"Do you have the license?"
"Yes dear."
"Do you have the wedding bands?"
"Yes dear."
"Do you have your check book so that you can pay Mr. Peterson?'
"Yes dear."
I was starting to grasp the concept that there were going to be many questions in my future that would get "Yes dear" answers. These questions had nothing to do with cuckolding or domination. These would be the every day questions of married life.
Roxanne opened her mouth to ask another question. Before she had a chance to say anything I said "Yes dear."
I realized immediately that I'd blundered.
Roxanne raised her eyebrows and stared at me. "Peewee are you being sarcastic?"
"No dear."
"I think you are."
"No dear" was obviously nowhere near as effective a response as "yes dear'
Roxanne glanced at her watch. It was 9:05. She looked up at me and smiled. "I think we need to set a better tone for this day. Peewee take off your suit coat and belt and pull down your pants."
I did as I was told. I stood in front of Roxanne with my trousers around my ankles. I was wearing a pair of pink lace panties that she had recently purchased for me.
"Give me your belt, pull down your panties and lean over the chair."
I again did as I was told.
As I lay there waiting for the first blow I heard Roxanne say "Peewee, you must never be sarcastic with your wife. Do you understand that?"
"Yes maam."
"This will help you remember."
Whack! The first blow hit my ass. I gasped. It hurt. Whack! Whack! Two more blows hit me. Roxanne was not holding back. These strokes were painful.
"Peewee you must never forget who wears the pants in this family. You must always honor and respect me. Is that clear?'
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Here is one more stroke just to make sure you remember."
Whack! This one was the hardest of all.
Roxanne reached over and picked me up. There were tears running down my face. I also had an erection.
Roxanne saw my erection. She giggled "That got us both excited. Too bad we don't have time to do anything about it." She paused and smiled. "We do have time for one thing. Peewee show me that you have learned your lesson. Show me that you fully understand who the boss is in this marriage."
Roxanne turned around and pulled up her skirt. "Get on you knees and give me a kiss sweetheart. You know where."
I got on my knees and pulled the thong of Roxanne's panties aside. She sighed when she felt my lips touch her asshole."
Roxanne and I got to Wilbur Peterson's office at 9:45. Sammy and Janice were already there. Janice was a very attractive middle aged woman.
Sammy stood up when we walked in. "Here's the bride and groom now." He turned to his wife. "Janice I want you to meet my good friends Roxanne and Willie."
Janice stood up. She extended her hand. "I am pleased to meet you. Sammy has told me so much about the two of you. He really likes both of you."
Roxanne shook Janice's hand. "It's nice to meet you Janice. Thank you so much for joining us this morning."
Janice smiled. "It's my pleasure; weddings are very special occasions."
A telephone rang on the receptionist's desk. She answered it and stood up. "Mr. Peterson is ready for you. Will you please follow me."
We followed the receptionist down a short hallway to a conference room. As we walked in, a door on the other side of the room opened and a short stocky bald headed man in his early sixties came out. He was holding a folder.
He smiled at us. "Hello, I am Wilbur Peterson. Which of you are the happy couple?"