The Best of Intentions

"You can never be too safe! Unclip your bra from under your dress and hand it to him for safekeeping," the voice said.

Target > 60

1d100+19 Roll = 86

Successful Suggestion (+1 Corruption Point)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 20

On hearing the voice of the Lord, Zoe reaches up to unclasp her bra, shimmying a little to pull it through one of her sleeves. She's never been the biggest up top: her bra is only a 34B and her breasts can best be described as little and perky. Without the bra, they move more freely under her dress when she reaches out, letting the bra dangle from her fingers. "Um. Mr. Wilcox. Sir. Can you keep this safe too?"

He takes the bra from her and gingerly tucks into the same pocket as her panties. A single strap hangs down his pants leg. "Of course, dear. In my day, women would burn these in protest. We don't have to burn yours, but I imagine it feels nice to have it off." He chuckles. "Probably feels as good for you as not wearing undies does for me."

Zoe blanches, remembering him without a thing covering his thing. She wonders why the Lord God has brought her closer the flesh of men with His instructions, but she knows it's not her place to question Him. She only hopes she's done enough to repent now that she's bared herself and subjected herself to spanking as punishment.

"Go home with him. He has only the best intentions for you," the voice said.

Target > 100

1d100+20 Roll = 103

Successful Suggestion (+3 Corruption Points)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 23

When the Lord speaks again, Zoe had been on the verge of rejecting Mr. Wilcox's offer, knowing her mother would never approve. No one has ever called him an old perv around Zoe, but she's always gotten the feeling the congregation wonders about him. It's not every old man who hangs around young, pretty women instead of people his own age.

Zoe smiles to him. "Of course I'd be happy to walk home with you. Some kind of ointment sounds heavenly about now." She rubs at her butt. "I can believe you got carried away!"

He puts an arm around her. "I'm sorry, dear. I don't know my own old man strength sometimes. Care if I lean on you? I've tuckered myself out quite a bit. We should clear out of your stepfather's office anyhow."

"Good point. I don't want to run into Joshua right now." Zoe walks with Mr. Wilcox, matching her steps to his. They go out the back of the church just in case Joshua or her mom is anywhere in the front. Zoe has to keep pulling Mr. Wilcox's hand back up to her waist as it keeps falling down somehow to her hip.

A few minutes later, Zoe is walking up the front steps to Mr. Wilcox's house with him. The lights at her own house are thankfully off. It would scare the bejesus out of her to think of her mom looking out a window to see her walk into the neighbor's house.

"Here we are, dear. Excuse the mess. I wasn't expecting company." With a hand on the small of her back, Mr. Wilcox guides Zoe through the front door. She finds herself standing in a living room that looks like it hasn't been updated in decades. Thick, shag carpeting covers the floor. An old brown couch sits against one wall, and the other furniture in the room is a leather recliner.

She smiles politely. "It's fine, Mr. Wilcox. You said you uh had ointment?"

He snaps his fingers. "Yes, yes I do. One moment. Let this old fool go fetch it from the bathroom." He gestures toward the couch. "Please make yourself comfortable. I'd recommend lying on your belly. It might hurt to sit on your rear end right now."

She'd already been wondering how much it would hurt to sit on this old, lumpy furniture with her poor, spanked butt. She nods. "Good idea." As Mr. Wilcox disappears down a hallway, Zoe arranges herself on the couch as best she can, stretching out on her stomach before she reaches back to tug down on her dress.

Mr. Wilcox reappears with a tube of some kind of ointment. Zoe spots the name on the label but has never heard of KY Jelly. She just hopes it's good ointment. The old man sits on the edge of the couch by her and says, "I'm afraid I need you to pull the dress back up. This won't do you any good if I can't get it on your bare skin."

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.