History (M/F story)

"I'm not so sure about this." Vanessa stared at the machine, humming quietly in the corner. A large contraption, with a chair placed between two large monolithic objects, and a computer screen connected to it all.

"Why are you so worried? I've tested it myself, more than once, and nothing has happened," Damon told her.

"So tell me again, what exactly happens?" she said, biting her fingernail.

"Well, the machine finds some ancestor of yours, anywhere up the line, and puts you in their body on a random day. You can hear what they heard, feel what they felt, and such. For historical research, it's invaluable."

"And if that person DIES while I'm in their body?" She said, glaring at him.

"Then you're transported back to your own body," he said calmly. "Basic fail-safe. How stupid do you think I am?"

"And if I step on a butterfly?"

"You're not controlling the girl, I've told you that. You see what she sees. If you step on a butterfly, then she did too, and nothing changes."

"So you've tested it yourself?" she asked him.

"Plenty of times."

"So why do I have to?"

"Well, first of all, you don't HAVE to. But it would be fun. Secondly, I know that it works FOR ME. I don't know if it works for anyone else. That's what I need to test."

"Can you control the time period?"

"Sure. Where do you want to go?"

She thought about it. "The eighteenth century." She sat down in the chair,

He smiled. "Good choice." He focused on the screen, pressing a few buttons. "Here's one. Amelia Rumford, 1753. So she would be... seventeen." He looked at his girlfriend. "There's no way of knowing more about her. It's limited that way. So do you want to be Amelia Rumford, seventeen, or should I find some other ancestor of yours?"

"Sure, why not. Go for it."

"Let's see if this works," he said, pressing the button.

The humming of the machine got louder and louder, and Vanessa closed her eyes. The noise was giving her a headache. Suddenly, the noise was gone. She opened her eyes.

She was in a bedroom, but not a bedroom she had seen before. A large bed, a washing basin, a couple of chairs and a giant mirror.

Success, she told herself.

But something made her nervous. Her skin was tingling in anticipation of something, and a pit in her stomach told her something bad was coming. She tried to look around to see if anything was wrong, but found she couldn't. She remembered what Damon had told her. 'She didn't look around her room, so neither will I'.

She suddenly realized that the tingling and anticipation she felt wasn't hers. A remnant, a ghost of the fear that a seventeen-year-old girl felt over two hundred years ago.

The door opened, and a large man with a scowl on his face stepped in.

"Have you thought about your actions, young lady?"

"Yes, daddy," Vanessa felt herself say. This was Amelia's father? He didn't look particularly happy.

"Are you ready for your punishment now?"

"Yes, daddy."

The word 'punishment', spoken by a large man with a scowl on his face, wasn't giving Vanessa any good connotations. She decided to leave, immediately, but found she couldn't. She had no idea how to get back to her own time.

Suddenly, she felt herself bending over the bed, sticking her bottom out. The man stepped forward, raising her dress and lowering her panties. She wanted to yell at him for this breach of her privacy, but of course, she couldn't. She could feel his eyes over the bare skin of her body, and she didn't like it one bit. The fact that it wasn't her body, didn't help matters much.

Suddenly, something whipped through the air and bit into her bottom. He was spanking her! She wanted to scream, to run away, but she couldn't. For the moment, she was trapped.

She and Damon were going to have words about that.

Again, the object whistled through the air, and again, it left a deep imprint on her bottom. A couple more strokes followed, and Amelia cried out, stomping her feet a little. Vanessa had no idea how she stayed so still. If it had been her in control, she'd be running around, rubbing her butt like crazy.

She had no idea how many strokes she received, but after what seemed like an eternity, the large man helped her to her feet, gave her a hug and told her she was forgiven. Vanessa didn't think SHE was the one in need of forgiveness, but she said nothing, mainly because she couldn't.

After the man left, Amelia stepped over to the mirror, taking a look at her bottom in the mirror. Vanessa wanted to gasp. It was crimson, and there were bruises all over.

But she received another of Amelia's feeling, and it wasn't shame, or shock, or pain, or anything else Vanessa had expected. It was a sort of joy, a feeling of contentment. Vanessa wanted to furrow her brows. Something strange was going on.

Suddenly, a deep noise appeared. She tried to start in fear, but suddenly recognized a familiar humming. She was back in the machine, and the stinging, burning pain in her rear end was gone. She jumped to her feet, raising her skirt and lowering her panties. Not a mark on her.

She turned to Damon, who was staring at her, more than a little surprised. "Uhm, why are you looking at your bottom?"

She glared at him. "Do you have any idea what happened to me there!?"

"No clue," he told her. "That's one of the problems with the machine."

"I was met by a very angry man with some sort of strap, and the intent of using it on my defenceless bottom! That's what happened!"

"Oh!" He raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's not good."

An hour later, Vanessa was sitting on the couch, a tub of ice cream in her hand. Damon was sitting next to her, still apologizing for the mistake. He'd promised to make it up to her, any way she wanted.

Vanessa smiled to herself. Now that the initial shock was over, the punishment wasn't as traumatizing as she'd expected. Gone and forgotten.

Although, that feeling that she received from Amelia, the contentment she had felt looking upon her red rear...

Maybe she'd ask Damon if he was interested in spanking her. Provided, of course, that he was a LOT gentler than Amelia's father had been.