Corrective Measures: Tuesday

I woke up Tuesday morning with a good case of morning wood. Rachel was still sleeping, so I made my way over to the bathroom. After shaving, I hopped in the shower and started washing myself. My cock had only gone down slightly and I thought about jerking off quickly right there in the shower. After all, Rachel didn't expressly tell me I couldn't and how would she even know anyway? As I stood in the shower, contemplating my next actions, Rachel woke me from my thoughts.

"Morning honey," she said with a great big smile. Rachel was a morning person, which was something else we fought about over the years. "How did you sleep?"

"Ok, dear." I said, lying.

"Don't use all the hot water, I need to shower also."

I thought here is my chance to get something going. "Why don't you just hop in with me and we can take one together?"

Rachel, who was starting to brush her teeth, smiled. "That's a great idea but some other time. After all, while I'm in the shower, you'll be making breakfast."

"I will?"

"Of course you will sweetheart, because you love me. Now finish up so I can get in."

I quickly washed up and got out of the shower. Once I dried off, I got my clothes together for work and headed downstairs. I hung my suit on hooks in the garage and then I got started on breakfast.

I timed it pretty well and had the eggs and bacon ready just as Rachel was making her way downstairs. She was dressed in a sharp business suit with her hair pulled back. I loved how she looked in these suits. I placed her breakfast and coffee down in front of her. "I bet there aren't too many women getting naked waiter service this morning," my wife said with a grin.

I sat down to eat and Rachel started asking me about what my day looked like today. All of a sudden she interrupted me.

"Oh darling, I forgot to tell you last night. Tara called yesterday, she had to cancel the barbacue on Sunday."

"Really, why?"

"Her mother took a fall and broke her hip. Her and Rob are flying down to Florida today and are going to be there for at least a week."

"That's too bad. You know, Rob called me yesterday but I never had a chance to get back to him. That's probably what he wanted to tell me."

"But the good news is I spoke with Mary and I invited her and David over here on Sunday. I figured you could grill up some burgers and maybe we can go in the pool?"

I thought it was a great idea! We always had a good time with Dave and Mary.

"I know you were looking forward to going to Rob and Tara's and getting to wear clothes for most of Sunday. Sorry you won't get that chance now."

I stopped eating and looked right at my wife. "I'm sorry, what?"

Rachel continued to eat and said, as if it was no big deal, "Sunday will be here instead of out of the house. So you won't be allowed to wear any clothes."

"You're joking! I'm not going to walk around naked in front of our friends!" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Darling, why are you getting so worked up? You agreed to remain naked until Sunday night."

"Yes I know, but that is only when it's just the two of us in the house. Obviously if someone comes over, I get to put clothes on."

Rachel shook her head, "I'm sorry dear but that's not the agreement. I never said you get to put clothes on if someone comes over. In fact, I would send you to work naked if I could. I think you would realize that after yesterday."

"Well, that's ridiculous! I am not going to parade around naked in front of my friend and his wife." I even slammed my fork down to stress the fact.

Now Rachel was getting annoyed. "Steven, I do not appreciate this outburst and it is definitely going into the journal. Look at this as a life lesson. It's important the choices we make because they have consequences. The choices you made led to you having to be punished. Then you chose this punishment over being in chastity. If you had chosen chastity, you could have kept your clothes on and nobody would be any the wiser."

Rachel was not budging. I tried to plead with her to be reasonable about this. I told her "...forget about me, what about our guests? Mary might be very uncomfortable with me being naked. Also, I can promise you Dave won't be thrilled about me walking around naked in front of his wife."

Rachel seemed to ponder what I said for a few seconds. Then looked at me and told me I should get going.

I looked at the clock and realized she was right. I asked her if we could please talk about this later and she agreed. I gave her a quick kiss and headed off to work.

All I could think about at work was what Rachel had said at breakfast. As much as it would be kind of a turn on being naked in front of two women, this was a different dynamic. These were our friends, people we see all the time. Not to mention, how would I live this down with the guys. They already thought I was hen pecked. If they found out my wife forbade me from wearing clothes, I would never hear the end of it.

As I ran everything over in my head I kept getting that feeling again. My cock started to rise as I sat at my desk. I could even feel a little pre-cum dripping into my underwear. I wasn't sure what exactly was turning me on? Was it being forced to be naked? Was it the thought of being seen by other people? I didn't know, it was a feeling I had not experienced before.

I had not heard from Rachel until about 1:30 in the afternoon, when I got a text from her;

"Are you alone in your office?"

I actually gulped, like in the movies. I thought, what now? I texted her back and she followed that up with another video call. I could see that she was sitting in her car again, which wasn't a great sign for me.

"Hi honey, how is your day going?" She asked.

"Ok so far. What about you?"

"Well, I thought about what you said this morning. And you're right, as a woman it would be wrong for me to just force your corrective measure choice on another woman."

When she said that I started to feel a little relieved. "Thank you sweetie, I am glad you listened to what I had to say."

"I did, you brought up some good points. It could be very embarrassing and potentially traumatizing to a woman to just have a naked man appear before her without warning."

As my wife continued to talk, a sense of calm that I had not felt in a couple days began to wash over me. Once I thought she was finished I spoke up, thinking I was tying a bow on this little matter. "That's great to hear Rachel. You don't know how much better I feel that I can wear clothes on Sunday."

Rachel immediately gave me a look that told me I completely misunderstood what she was saying. "No silly! Your still not allowed to wear clothes until 9:45 on Sunday night. What I have been saying is I can't just spring your punishment on Mary without warning. That's why I invited her over tomorrow night to talk about it and then show her."

"What?! Mary is coming over tomorrow night?! And you are going to show her...me? Naked?" I was talking but I'm not sure the words were actually coming out.

"Yes! Didn't you hear what I just said?"

Arguing with her was pointless, especially with me being at work. Exasperated, I was hoping to end the conversation, "Rachel is that all you called to tell me?"

"Well no dear, I would have just made a regular call for that. No, I video called you because your outburst from this morning needs to be addressed."

I thought, oh no! Here it comes!

Rachel continued, "yes, you brought up some valid points but were very disrespectful in the manner you brought them up. I think addressing these little mistakes as they happen is better than waiting until the end of the month sometimes."

"Ok...do you want more selfies?"

Rachel smiled an evil smile, "No, not exactly."

She ordered me to remove my pants. My office door was not locked so I went into my private bathroom to do it. Then she told me to take my underwear off and put them in the sink.

"Now, turn the water on and show me that they are soaked." I did as she asked and she added, "Good, you won't be wearing those again today."

She then told me to put my suit pants on and sit at my desk. I was thinking, as I was doing this, that having to go commando the rest of the day was going to be my punishment.

"Now, unzip your fly, take you penis out and stroke it until it's hard."

I did as instructed and it didn't take long for me to get rock hard.

"Good boy. I want you to leave your erection sticking out through your pants and I want you to call Margaret into your office. Go over something, anything for at least 10 minutes."

"Rachel, I can't do that!"

"Calmed down! You can stay seated at your desk, she won't see a thing. But there are two rules you have to follow. The first, is you need to keep me on video call the whole time so I can listen in. The second rule is you have to stay hard the whole time. So, if you have to slip your hand under the desk while talking to her, than do it."

I couldn't believe I was in this situation. Yesterday and today, were the first times Rachel had ever had one of these corrective measure punishments carry over into my office. Rachel added that as soon as Margaret walked out of the room, I had to show her that I was still hard. Failure to accomplish this mini corrective measure, would result in it all going into the journal and me having to answer for it at the end of the month.

I propped my phone up so only I could see it. Pumped my cock a few times and then told Margaret I needed to see her.

Margaret had been my secretary for a little over two years. I hired her around the same time she was getting a divorce and she really threw herself into the job. As a result, she was the best secretary I ever had. A woman of about 50, she wasn't all that unattractive.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Collins?" She said as she entered my office. I was sitting very close to my desk and could see out of the corner of my eye, Rachel laughing when she heard Margaret walk in. Thankfully, Rachel had herself on mute.

I told Margaret to sit down, that we needed to go over some of the important points regarding the presentation my team was making on Friday. As I talked, I tried nonchalantly to keep bringing my right hand under my desk. I was able to manage a few strokes here and there, trying to time them everytime Margaret looked down to write something. The nerves I was feeling were fighting against the level of sexual angst I had. At one point Margaret asked me if I was feeling ok? She took note that I seemed to be sweating a little bit. I told her I was fine and just kept going.

At exactly the 10 minute mark, I told Margaret I needed to make a phone call and we would finish later. She gave me a very strange look and just said, "Yes Mr. Collins, just let me know when you need me again."

Once Margaret had left my office and closed the door, I moved my chair back and showed Rachel that I was still hard.

"Good boy following directions!" She said, smiling. "How did it feel, jerking yourself while looking at another woman?"

"It was terrifying," I told her.

"Really? Couldn't have been THAT terrifying, you're still hard. Maybe you are enjoying this a little more than you should be?"

"Rachel, come on! Enjoying this?! If she would had seen what I was doing, not only would I have lost my job, I probably would have wound up in handcuffs."

"That's another thing you need to work on dear...your negative thinking. Now, I am in the mood for Chinese tonight, so pick some up on the way home. Love you! Bye!"

I didn't even get a chance to respond before she ended the call. I looked down at my still hard dick and realized that on some level, she was right, I was enjoying this. Being forced to take my clothes off and put in situations where I might get caught were, admittedly, exciting. But almost getting caught and purposely exposing myself to people I knew, were two entirely different things.

After several minutes I was able to get my cock to go down and close up my zipper. I managed to stay in my office the rest of the day. My team did have an important presentation to give to the board of directors on Friday and I concentrated on that for the rest of the afternoon. When I left to go home, I made sure to keep my briefcase in front of my crotch... just in case.

I picked up Chinese food on my way home and as per our new home policy, I got undreseed in the garage and went inside. Rachel greeted me with a kiss as if nothing unusual had occurred today. I told her I wanted to wash up before dinner. I still wanted to speak to her about this Sunday and the Mary situation, but had to pick the right time.

I really wanted to jerk off to completion, hoping that would help me think more clearly. Instead I took a quick, cold shower and left it at that.

When I made it back downstairs, Rachel had my plate ready for me and we sat down and ate.

Rachel seemed to enjoy the meal and again thanked me for picking it up. I cleared the table and did the dishes while Rachel went to get changed.

When I was finished, I went and joined her on the couch in the den. She had changed into sweat pants and a long shirt and was watching TV. She put her feet on my lap when I sat down and I instinctively started rubbing them.

"Oh my God that feels so good," she said, putting her head back. After a few minutes she asked if I wouldn't mind getting down on my knees in front of her and massaging them. I didn't see what the difference was but if that's what she wanted, I wanted to be agreeable.

I got down on my knees in front of her and did what was asked. She immediately started moaning. "This is almost orgasmic!" Then added, "you have no idea how good that feels."

She then looked at me and saw that my cock was almost pointing straight up, "you seem to be enjoying this as much as I am."

"You know I love doing these little things for you," I told her.

"I think you're enjoying being naked for me," Rachel told me.

Honestly, I was enjoying it a bit but I didn't want to come out and say that, since this was supposed to be a punishment. What I didn't enjoy though, was potentially being naked in front of our friends.

I tried to address the issue tactfully. "Dear, I just don't think it's the best idea to include other people in our personal lives."

Rachel had her eyes closed and her head back at this point and I wasn't even sure what I said registered with her.

I continued to massage her feet in silence. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I want to relax in the bath. Go get me a glass of wine."

I stopped rubbing her feet and went and got her a glass of Chardonnay. I handed it to Rachel and she headed upstairs to take her bath. She didn't acknowledge anything I had just said to her.

I thought about following her upstairs and trying to speak to her again, about tommorow and Sunday. But it was obvious it would be a waste of time tonight.

I sat back down on the couch and thought to myself, "the chastity device didn't seem so bad right about now."