Spanks All Around

"Suggest to Mr. Wilcox to give spanking to Lucas, while you will hold him to not escape," the voice said.

Target > 85

1d100+10 Roll = 65

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 10

Zoe looks from Mr. Wilcox to Lucas. Both men tower over her, Lucas in particular with his broad footballer shoulders. Grabbing him has never even crossed her mind. She's pretty sure he could pick her up and throw her if he wanted.

Inside her own head she thinks, Um, God. I don't know if you can hear me. I've no clue if this is a two-way radio or if I'm just an antenna. But I'm not Almighty like you. I'm pretty petite. Zoe figures trying to hold Lucas would be like wrestling with a bear, and well, God blessed her with curves, not muscles.

"Look, you're both grown men embarrassing yourselves at church on a Sunday. You think God would be happy with either of you?" She tries to glare and look imposing, but it's hard to look anything but short and cute at 5'1.

Mr. Wilcox shakes his cane at her. "Don't you start trying to preach me. I've worshiped here longer than you've been alive."

Lucas just flips off both her and the old man as he says, "I'm so bored with y'all. I need pussy." He stalks off without so much as a glance back.

"What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Give Mr. Wilcox's tush a spank," the voice said.

Target > 35

1d100+10 Roll = 50

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 11

On hearing the voice of the Lord again, Zoe stops scowling at Lucas's back. Giving Mr. Wilcox a spank sounds all too perfect after all that talk of him laying hands on her butt. She rounds on the old man without a word and steps in close. Raising her hand, she smacks his butt with all her might, her palm stinging.

He turns as she goes for a second slap. When she hits the crotch of his trousers by mistake, her fingertips hitting something thick in the trousers, he grabs her arm again. "What do you think you're doing?!" His grip is iron, the grip of a man who's worked with his hands.

Zoe stammers. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to hit you t-there!"

Mr. Wilcox pulls her to him. There's more strength in his old bones than she ever would have guessed. "We're going to your stepfather's office. If he's there, he can spank you. If he's not, I'll do the honors." He tugs her toward the back door, and she has to hurry with her short legs to keep up. Apparently Mr. Wilcox doesn't need his cane as much when he's angry.

Any hope Zoe has for running into someone in the hallway dwindles the longer they go without seeing a soul. She prays for a miracle, for Joshua to be in his office. He wouldn't spank her. Would he?

"Can we just pause a moment?" she asks. They reach the office and the door is open with no one inside. Zoe sighs. She should've known Joshua wouldn't be here on a Sunday afternoon. "I'm sure Joshua is around here somewhere. Let's go look for him."

"Inside. Now." Mr. Wilcox doesn't wait and ushers her into the room with his grip on her arm. The office is pretty sparse with only bookshelves and a mahogany desk as decorations. "Bend over and flip that dress up. I won't use my belt unless you make me." He closes the door.

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