Wedding Night-The Girdle
by
gunthern61@yahoo.comThe wedding night of Peter and Gretchen is unusual, to say the least.
I first met Gretchen at freshman orientation at college. I had been accepted
to a small mid-western school for the express purpose of studying physics. I
had planned to continue my education and eventually get my doctorate degree
and either do research or go into teaching.
As with most freshman orientations, a dance was held on that first Saturday
evening. Our class had a size of about 200, with 60 percent being female. A
good chance to meet that someone special. Well, I was looking around to see
the type of fairer sex that had enrolled, and I spied a cute little blond, who
I figured was a cheerleader type in her high school. Of course, she was
getting a lot of attention from other guys. My chance to meet her came when
each girl removed one of her shoes and all were mixed together in the center
of the gym floor. The guys were then, on signal, suppose to run to the pile,
pick up a shoe, and find the girl to whom it belonged, and then dance with
her. A cute way to meet new people.
I saw the cute little blonde's shoe in the pile, and on the signal I made a
beeline for it. I was just about to grab it when I was pushed aside by this
huge football type. Upset with myself for failing to retrieve the one shoe I
wanted I just grabbed for anything that was there. Looking at what I had in my
hand, I was surprised at how big it was! "Oh shit", I said to myself, "What
the hell have I got here?"
Looking around the gym for the owner of the shoe, and my dance partner, I
finally saw her. She was a girl about 6'2" tall, kind of chubby, maybe 200
pounds or so, but with a cute face. I, on the other hand, am only 5'8" tall,
and weigh 150 pounds. "Great", I said disgustingly. After introducing myself
to her, I slipped the shoe on her left foot. With the 2" heels she was now
wearing, she loomed over me by a good 8"!
I introduced myself as Peter Quant. She said her name was Gretchen Mueller. We
then proceeded to the dance floor, where we started to dance to a Frank
Sinatra selection. She told me she lived in Wisconsin with her mother, father,
younger brother and younger sister. She was majoring in health science, and
hoped to become a physical therapist. She was impressed when I told her my
major was physics, and commented on how smart I must be. I also told her I
planned to play basketball and baseball. She had a positive response to that
and added that she too wanted to play basketball. She had just taken the game
up a few years ago at the urging of her high school coach. She said she wasn't
very good yet, but hoped to improve. The real athlete in her family, she said,
was her younger sister, Inga.
We danced to the music and continued to talk. I found her a charming
individual with a bubbly personality. All in all, a very nice person.
I would see Gretchen on campus frequently, saying, "Hi, how are you", and
stuff like that. She always seemed happy and pleasant. About three weeks into
the first semester, Gretchen called and asked if I would meet her at the
Student Union. When I got there, I could see right away that she was
upset-nearly in tears. "I don't know what I'm going to do, Peter", she said.
"I just got my term report from my physical science class, and I'm flunking.
Would it be possible for you to tutor me in this subject? I know you're a
physics major, so this stuff should be easy for you. I'll pay you, whatever
you want". There was real desperation in her voice.
"Gretchen, don't worry, I'll tutor you. And it won't cost you anything", I
said. I couldn't say anything else, I felt so bad for the girl. Besides, my
studies were going well, and I had plenty of free time. I asked her how her
other classes were going and she said that she had solid B's in all her
classes except her physical science class. Unfortunately, this subject was a
requirement for her degree. If she didn't pass, she would not be allowed to
continue in the physical therapy program. We set up a time for our first
session, Sunday at 2 o'clock.
Sunday came and along with it our first tutorial session. Right away I learned
that her basic problem was a lack of understanding of kinematics-that is
motion without regard to force. For two hours I drilled her on these basic
concepts, making sure she knew the various types of velocities and their
difference with acceleration. After the session, I felt confident that she had
grasped the concepts. We set up another session for Wednesday because she had
a test dealing with forces on Friday.
Wednesday's session was also successful. In less than one hour she had grasped
Newton's law's, and static forces. For the rest of the time, we just talked
about college life and of course dating. I told her of my desire to go out
June (the cute little blond whose shoe I didn't get).
Gretchen said, "I'm friends with her, perhaps I can help you out by setting up
a date. After all the help you've given me, it's the least I can do."
"That's great", I said. "Do you really think she'll go out with me?"
"She'd be crazy not to," was her response. "I'll make it happen for you".
It was Friday and I was on the walkway heading to the science building when
the door opened and out came a smiling Gretchen. She saw me, and a bigger
smile came across her face. She nearly ran toward me, and, putting her arms
around my waist, she lifted me up and twirled me around in the air four or
five times, saying, "Peter, Peter, I am so happy. I just took the PS exam, and
I knew everything. And, it's all because of you. Thank you, thank you, thank
you!"
"That's great Gretch, now, could you please put me down?"
"Oh, sorry. I just got so excited. I hope I didn't embarrass you."
"No harm, now foul," I said. "So you think you did OK. When will you know the
results?"
"I KNOW I did great," she said. "The results will be back by Wednesday, but I
know I aced it. Oh, by the way, I hope you're free this Friday, because you
and June have a date.
She knows who you are and has agreed to go out with you. I think she even
fancies you. Now it's all up to you."
Looking up at her, I said, "that's great. I'll forever be in your debt. Let's
get a coffee and celebrate." And off to the student union we went.
At the union, drinking coffee, Gretchen asked me if I knew a guy named Ronnie
Low-a wrestler. Unfortunately, I did. He happened to be the guy who muscled me
out of June's shoe at the orientation dance.
"Can you try and fix me up with him?" she asked.
"Sure, I can do that for you. After all, you set me up with June. Let me work
on it."
Shortly thereafter we parted company, and all I could think about was Friday
night, and my date with June. A beautiful, petite blond. The girl of my dreams
(?). Probably. Friday couldn't come fast enough.
You know how you build things up in your mind to be a certain way, and you
hope that that's the way it will be. Well, my date with June was just to
opposite. I found her self-centered, vain, shallow, and yes, stupid. She could
only talk of herself, had no understanding of history, literature, politics,
or anything for that matter. It was a complete disaster. My dreams shattered.
Oh well, better luck with someone else.
I did manage to secure a date for Gretchen with Ronnie. In my estimation he's
a jerk. Full of himself as God's gift to women. He's big-6'5", around 250
pounds. He wrestles in the heavyweight class, and he's not to be messed around
with.
I saw him a couple of days after the date with Gretchen, and noticed that his
hand was bandaged. Asking what happened, he said that he got upset, and
punched the side of a building, and broke his hand. And, oh yea, he wasn't too
fond of Gretchen. He said she wasn't his type.
Seeing Gretchen a short time later, I learned what really happened to Ronnie's
hand. It seems that he took her parking, and tried to get fresh with her. When
she told him to stop, and he wouldn't, she removed his hand from her breast
with her hand, and just squeezed. She just broke his hand! She got out of the
car, and walked the two miles back to her dorm.
Both Gretchen and I dated various people that freshman year, but we never
really found the "right one". We would see each other often and have long
talks about everything. We both felt comfortable with each other as friends.
Over the summer we occasionally wrote or sent postcards to each other, but
nothing serious.
It wasn't till our junior year that we actually started going out together,
and our senior year, we got engaged. By this time, Gretchen has lost her baby
fat, and put on muscle. She also gained an inch in height. She was now 6'3",
and weighed a solid 220 pounds. I'd added an inch in height and gained 5
pounds. So I was 5'9', and I weighed 155 pounds. That made Gretchen 8.8%
taller than me, but 42% heavier.
Our marriage was set for August 15th, after our May graduation. I was to meet
her family at graduation, and then spend the first part of August with them.
Just before graduation, my parents were killed in an automobile accident. I
had to skip the ceremony and take care of the arrangements. I was heartbroken.
They were the only family I had. No brothers, sisters, aunts, or uncles. I was
now alone. But at least I was getting married, and would have a whole new
family.
I arrived at Gretchen's farm on the 11th of August, four days before the
wedding. I had thought we would be sort of a strange couple. Boy, was I wrong.
Her mother stood 6'1" and weighed in around 200 lbs. Her father on the other
hand was about 5'4" and tipped the scale at a light 120 lbs. Her younger
sister Inga, was 6'4" and weighed a solid 210 lbs. While her brother, Brian,
taking his genes from his father, weighed about 125 lbs. and stood 5'5" tall.
In this group, I was the biggest male!
They were all delighted to finally meet me and say how sorry they were for my
loss. But assured me that I was welcome with open arms to the family. A
cook-out for the whole family was planned on Saturday-a sort of meet the new
family member.
This was a strange family. ALL the women were BIG, and the men were small.
Gretchen's two aunts on her mother's side were huge! Both over 250 lbs. and
well over 6' tall. They had married twins, who could be no more that 5'5"
tall, and whose weigh was no more that 120 lbs. Her uncle on her mother's side
was tiny-5'2", maybe 100lbs., but married to this 6'1", 200 lb. amazon. All
the women were Amazons. On her father's side, the same story could be told.
Her father's brother was the same size as her father, and he was married to a
5'11", 180lb. women. (She was the shortest women in the whole group). Her
father's sister was 6'2", 210 lbs, and she was married to a guy 5'6", who
weighed about 130 lbs. Of the group, I was still the biggest male, but much
smaller than the smallest female!
Before eating, Gretchen, Inga, and Jodie (Brian's girlfriend-6' 190 lbs.),
asked if we'd like to play a little basketball. We being me, Brian, and Kurt
who is Inga's boyfriend, Kurt was 5'4" tall and weighed about 120 lbs.
The guys against the girls-skins vs. shirts. I was the best player there, but
lack of support, and lack of rebounding on our part would make it somewhat of
a one-sided contest. With the girls leading 18 to 12, Brian went up for a jump
shot. Jodie, who was guarding him, just stood there, and while he was at the
top of his jump, wrapped her arms around him, and held him off the ground. She
then said, she was tired of the game, and carried him off into the corn field.
Inga put her around Kurt and walked him off as well. Gretchen said, "This
happens all the time. She's always carrying him off to some place or another.
Let's go see what's happening with the rest of the family".
While Gretchen went to talk to some of her nieces, I strolled over to the
cooler to get myself a beer. I overheard her aunts and her mother talking.
Mildred, one of her aunts was asking Dot, Gretchen's mother, if Gretchen was
going to "girdle him?". Dot said she didn't know, and it was up the Gretchen.
Mildred reminded Dot of the problems she had because she had not used the
girdle-saying it was one of the greatest mistakes she had ever made. Just
then, Mildred abruptly got up, saying "excuse me, I have to take care of
something." She went marching off toward where the men were gathered.
Trying to hide myself, I watched as she barged into the group of men, and
grabbed her husband, John, by the arm, and dragged him into the house.
Remember she's about 6'4", over 250 lbs., and poor John is only 5'5" about 120
lbs. I snuck into the back of the house to see what was going on. There in the
study, Mildred had lifted poor John up by the armpits and had him pinned
against the wall. She was saying that she had told him not to drink, and there
he was guzzling a beer. She said that all the problems she had with him were
because she had been stupid and not used the girdle. Now she was going to have
to punish him for not obeying her. She carried him over to the couch, where
she sat down, and put John across her lap. All the while, poor John was
whimpering, and crying, and saying that he will never do it again, and "please
don't punish me". This had no effect on Mildred, as she pulled John's pants
down, and proceeded to spank him-hard. After about 10 wacks, she sat him on
her lap, and comforted him, telling him that it hurt her more that it hurt
him. I silently left, and went outside.
Gretchen is a beautiful bride. Wearing 2" heels, she's now 8" taller than I.
When the minister pronounces us man and wife, she bends gracefully downward so
I may kiss her. At the reception, everyone has a good time, eating, drinking
and dancing. Of course, when there is a slow dance some of the wives lift
there husbands up and carry them around the dance floor. I notice that John,
Mildred's husband has refrained from drinking. Gretchen and I slow dance, with
me resting my head on her broad shoulder. I can't wait to enjoy our sex life
together.
Our two week honeymoon was to take place in a secluded cabin in the woods. We
arrived around 10:00 PM, and after opening the door to the cabin, Gretchen
bent down and carried me over the threshold, saying that she didn't want me to
strain myself. She carried me over to the couch and sat down with me on her
lap. I fondled her, and was getting very excited. She said, "Let's change into
something more comfortable, and see what happens. I've packed something for
you in that bag. While you're getting ready, I'll go into the bathroom and get
ready too."
Opening up the bag, I found a pair of bathing suit type shorts. If that's what
she wanted me to wear, that's what I'll wear. I put them on and waited for her
to come out of the bathroom. About ten minutes later she emerged from the
bathroom wearing a leather type two piece bikini, with three inch black
leather boots.
She said, "Now Peter, we both have in our minds what our wedding night should
be like. Mine might be different from yours. So, what I thought we would do,
would be to wrestle for it. The winner gets to choose the first night's
activity. The loser has their way the second night. I think that's fair,
don't you?"
Hey, I'm a guy, sex is sex, right. Even if I lost, I'd still enjoy sex with my
big beautiful bride.
"Sure", I said, "sounds good to me".
"I'll try and be gentle with you", she said.
We cleared away some furniture and the match began. I tried to take her down
by going for her leg, but she just grabbed my waist and lifted me upside down.
She wrapped her arms around me and carried me around the room, bouncing me up
and down. She dropped me and said, "You'll have to do better than that,
Honey." I interlocked my hands with her hands. Big mistake. (Remember Ronnie).
I was down in my knees in no time. She moved my hands and arms down and then
lifted them up. I had to stand up to go with them. She released my hands, and
quickly engulfed me with a bear hug. Lifting me off the ground, she started to
squeeze. I was losing my breath and shortly thereafter, I was unconscious.
When I awoke, I found myself straddled across her lap with my feet tied
together, and my hands tied behind my back, with Gretchen tying a girdle
around me.
"Gretchen, what are you doing?" I cried.
"I'm sorry Peter, but I have to do this in order to have a happy successful
marriage. As you know, I'm of German stock. A tradition on our family for as
far back as any one can remember is for the wife to girdle her husband on
their wedding night. If you read 'The Nibelungenlied', you'll see that
Brunhhild, after discovering that Gunther did not possess the strength he
displayed in wooing her, tied him up in her girdle and suspended him from the
wall. Maybe that's when it all started. I don't know. I do know that all
marriages have been successful when the husband has been girdled. If he is not
girdled, then problems can arise. My only aunt not to girdle her husband was
Mildred, and she's had a terrible time with John. All sorts of problems. I
don't want that to happen to us. I'm doing this for the sake of our marriage."
With that, she tightened the girdle around me, lifted me up and carried me to
the bathroom. Even as I was protesting, she suspended me from a hook on the
bathroom door, and then put tape over my mouth so she wouldn't hear my cries.
At 7:00 AM Gretchen came into the bathroom and took me down from the hook. She
took the tape off my mouth, carried me to the living room, sat down with me on
her lap. Untying me, she wrapped her arms around me saying that she loved me
and that she hoped that I understood. I was sore and I was hurting, but I was
also tired. I put my head on her shoulder, as she comforted me. She stood
up,carried me upstairs and put me to bed, where I slept like a lot.
All of that happened 24 years ago. It has been the happiest 24 years of our
lives. Our 22 year old daughter, Laura (6'3", 210 lbs.), who is the spitting
image of her mother in every way, is about marry a man who is 5'7", 140 lbs.
I've just heard Gretchen call Laura into the kitchen for a talk. The word
girdle was mentioned.
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Rising Stars Team
