”“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Jake half laughed.“So what do I do now?” I asked as I walked around him. “Can I slap your ass?”“I... that is to be part of my punishment,” He replied. “I guess you can do whatever you feel like doing to punish me.”“Cool.” I said as I walked up behind him and slapped his ass softly. He smiled. I slapped his ass again a little harder. He smiled more and I saw his cock twitch. I slapped his ass harder and a few times in a row. “That feels good.” I laughed.“Yes it. I will see you Saturday. Love. Kiss her for me."I did.Friday afternoon, mother drove us to the cabin. After we left the interstate, we took a small, windy, two lane road through rocky hills. Her old Volvo purred along, puttering here and there when we went up a steep bank. After a while, I dozed off. The last thing I saw was Emily, still awake, gazing out the window.We arrived at the resort, a collection of twenty or so cottages surrounding a long narrow lake. There was a parking lot at one. " The girl bowed and headed to the temple main door, not waiting for me to keep up. I, of course, followed.The girl, about eight or so, led me into the temple and into the back, where there were individual rooms. Each had a wooden door with Kassandra's symbol on it. We went to the end, where on the left the girl opened a wooden door and held it for me. I entered and placed the priestess on her cot. The room was fairly spartan; it had a wardrobe, a cot, a weapons rack, a wash basin and a small. They were standing near the store counter."Linda! Stop! It's over!" yelled Mary.Linda looked back to the man on the floor. He wasn't worth it. She turned her back on him, and walked to her friend."What the hell is going on here?" asked the sheriff from the doorway of the store.He had seen Buddy Harper ram the Mason woman's car, and had gotten to the store in time to see Buddy flying though the air."That asshole attacked my father!" yelled Mary, "He came in to attack, Linda. My father tried to.