The Rod of Wrath

"Put your faith in God! Stay bent at the waist and back your bare ass up until you press your sinful flesh against Mr. Wilcox's rod of wrath," the voice said.

Target > 100

1d100+17 Roll = 105

Successful Suggestion (+2 Corruption Points)

Zoe Bellamy (Update)

Corruption Points = 19

Debuff: Fear of God and Man (Temporary)

On hearing the words of the Lord, Zoe whimpers around the panties in her mouth. Drool escapes the corners of her mouth and pools on the desk. She's never so much as laid hands on a dick, and now the Lord wants her touching an old man's with her butt. Her poor, spanked butt that still burns hot from all the smacks with Mr. Wilcox's belt.

"That's a good girl." The old man caresses her butt. "That wasn't so hard, was it? Bet you'll think twice about hitting your elders next time."

She backs up. Slowly. Not stopping until his full length presses against her butt, feeling it push against one rosy cheek. She pulls her panties out of her mouth and says, "Thank you, Sir. I needed your help to repent." Looking over her shoulder to his cock resting across her big butt, she continues, "God says this is your rod of wrath."

Mr. Wilcox looks down. "Oh, shucks. I didn't even know I was exposed." His length throbs on her butt. "Excuse me while I put that away." His old, gnarled hands tug his trousers up and on, the thin fabric tenting in the front. "I didn't mean to have that out. I do like rod of wrath, though."

"Thank Mr. Wilcox for helping you repent. Work his shaft," the voice said.

Target > 110

1d100+19 Roll = 66

Failed Suggestion

Zoe Bellamy:

Corruption Points = 19

Debuff: Fear of God and Man (Temporary)

Zoe breathes a sigh of relief to see Mr. Wilcox with his pants back on, though she can't help glancing at the tent in the front. She tugs her dress back down, wincing when the fabric brushes against her abused butt. At the Lord's command, she looks again to Mr. Wilcox's crotch with a little shake of her head. Letting it touch her was one thing. She can't bear to take hold of him herself.

Zoe shimmies her way off the desk and stands, turning to him to say, "You seemed angry. So I think rod of wrath fits." Bunching up her panties, she holds them in front of her awkwardly, too scared it'll hurt to wear them now.

Mr. Wilcox lifts the back of her dress, looks at her naked butt under it, and whistles. "I'm sorry, my dear. I got carried away. Didn't mean to swat your tush quite that hard." Letting her dress fall back down, he continues, "Let me take you home to put some ointment on that. Trust that an old fart like me has all kinds of ointments at home."

Zoe has only known Mr. Wilcox for little over a year, and she's only ever thought of him as the sweet, old man who lives next door. But she's never been inside his house. Anytime she's offered to borrow anything like sugar from him, her mom has always sent Joshua instead. So, while Zoe has never been explicitly forbidden from going home with Mr. Wilcox, she knows it's something her mom would frown at.

Rubbing at her butt, Zoe says, "I don't know if I should..." She fiddles with the panties, balling up the white cotton. "I should go put these away, for one thing."

"Oh, don't you worry about that. I can keep them nice and safe." He plucks the panties from her and sticks them in his trouser pocket before holding out his hand. "Let's walk over to my house. I can't have your stepfather finding you here with a spanked bottom."

Comment a suggestion from the voice for Zoe.