From: SFPo8@aol.com
To: laura@netgate.net
Subject: Time Travel

Time Travel

"The machine can be set to the exact time and location necessary," said Mr.
Willis.  "It wasn't until a few years ago that we perfected the time-space
coordinates problems, and we had to give out quite a few refunds back in
those  days, but I can assure you that we have it all perfected now."

"Ah, yes, most reassuring," said Mr. Passmore. " But how do I know that the
scene I will witness will be what I have requested?  I was very specific as
to my .  .  . ah . . . desires, which perhaps need not be your concern, but,
still, I want to be certain . . .'  He trailed off, vaguely. 

"No, no, please do not be embarrassed," Mr. Willis hurried to respond.  "We
have all kinds of requests, you know, and yours is not that unusual.  A good
Victorian whipping  - you would be surprised how many requests we have for
that.  After all, nothing at all like that occurs today; whipping children
went out of fashion 50 years ago, at the end of the 20th century, but there
still are many men and women who find the subject quite arousing.  Sexually,
you know.  Yes, we have many time travellers who seek such scenes, more than
those who want to experience Roman orgies, or medieval torture, or the
intriguing brothels of the eighteenth century, or watch Charles II having his
way with Nell Gwynn  (though I have taken that particular voyage - very
amusing, actually.) 

"You  see, anyone who wants to can experience, ah, fucking, to put it
bluntly, so seeing it in the past is really not worth the cost of time
travel, except for the few connoisseurs who are intrigued by the sexual
exploits of people in high places.  Napoleon, for example - his hemorrhoids
were so painful, and his penis so inadequate, that watching him is truly a
fascinating experience.  And then there is our special  "Famous Women of
Fellatio" series, which has its afficionados, some of whom try, as it were,
to collect the whole bunch, starting with Cleopatra and continuing right
through Marie Antoinette and Mary, Queen of Scots and Mae West and Hillary .
. . but I am getting off the point.  Whipping, spanking, and caning of
children, because it has ceased to occur, is a very popular topic, and the
scene you have requested - the governess spanking and then caning a thirteen
year old boy, while his entire family looks on, is a powerful and painful
event, indeed."

Mr. Passmore's eyes blinked and he wet his lips delicately as he imagined the
scene promised. " Spanking first, yes, with both hand and hairbrush, and then
caning - all on the naked bottom, I understand?  With the family watching,
the family, as I recall, comprising father and mother and two sisters,  one a
year older and one two years younger, plus a male tutor?  It seems perfect -
exactly what I am seeking!  Do I need to know more?  Will the people be aware
of my presence, and what  if I find it (although it seems unlikely) too
painful to observe?  What do I need  do to end the visit?"

Mr. Willis sighed, slightly. "I thought this had been all gone into when you
purchased your ticket; it certainly should have been.  Remember, the solution
to the time-travel paradoxes which so troubled early voyagers was the key to
making this all possible.  Being able to act with will during a time visit
creates paradoxes, you understand, such as going  back in time and killing
your own grandfather, or making a bet on a race whose outcome you have read
about in a history book.  The answer to the paradoxes, of course, is that you
cannot do these things.  As a Time Traveler, you are without free will.  You
are one of the people in the scene, and you do what that person did, which is
not surprising because you are matched to someone whose state of mind mirrors
your own. Yet although you experience everything exactly as it occurred, you
are unable to act any differently than the person whose space you occupy
acted.  You are him, or her, for the duration of your visit.  But when you
return, you retain your memories intact, because they are now real memories
for you, and that is the thrill of the experience.  So, of course, you cannot
stop the visit or alter it in any fashion; it is pre-set, according to the
time of the event in question. Thus, you are charged your fee according to
the time of that event; for example - let's see - the punishment session you
have requested took 33 minutes, it seems, and that is the basis for the cost
of the ticket you hold in your hand.  Have I made myself clear?" 

"Oh, yes, certainly; I am sorry.  I think this was explained to me at the
ticket office, but somehow I really was not certain about it.  You have been
of enormous help . . .  and I really do not want to trouble you further,
especially as I anticipate this voyage - and the memories of it - with great
excitement.  The boy, I believe I read in the catalogue description, had been
caught masturbating by the governess (amazing how they had such a strange
attitude towards that normal practice in those days) and was made to admit
his crime before the family, then remove his own trousers for a sound
spanking over the governess' knee, then present her with the hairbrush and
request an additional spanking, and then bend over the arm of the couch for
one dozen with the cane, two strokes delivered by each person present. Even
the sisters are thus involved with the caning!  Absolutely amazing - but
certainly thrilling to a man of my . . . er . . . interests.  And once I
enter the travel chamber, you will simply take over and transport me there,
with a few twists of the dial, and then, after 33 minutes, I will be back
here again?"

"That's all there is to it," agreed Mr. Willis.  "Nothing special for you to
do at all.  The machine takes care of transporting you in time and space to
the exact coordinates set, and those coordinates place you in the role
assigned.  Are you ready?"

"I am indeed.  Here is my ticket, sir, and on to the thrashing! " Mr.
Passmore's smile was very evident now, and his breath seemed to suggest a
slight constriction in his chest as he visualized in imagination what he was
so soon to be present to watch in the flesh: the trembling youngster,
humiliated as he recounted his crime; the trousers lowered to reveal the
immature penis and small, white bottom, the sharp blows of the governess'
hand painting the buttocks a rosy red, the cries of pain, and then the
necessary request for application of the hairbrush to the now quite sore
bottom, the pleas for forgiveness going unheeded, and finally the postioning
over the couch and the application of the cane until the victim would be
blubbering and howling uncontrollably.  

Mr. Passmore found himself fastening the lowest button of his jacket in a
unsuccessful attempt to hide his state of excitement from Mr. Willis, who was
now motioning him towards the Time Traveler door.  He entered quickly,
therefore, hoping that his aroused state would go unnoticed. In spite of Mr.
Willis' obvious familiarity with such matters, Mr. Passmore was not
comfortable with the idea that someone else might be aware of how his
imagination had made him erect and caused his hand to stray to to his trouser
pocket, and for what reason.

At the last moment, he wanted to ask which of the observers he would be;
father, mother, tutor - he assumed it would be a male role, but Mr. Willis
had not mentioned whether or not that was an issue, or how roles actually
were assigned, and it really did not matter particularly.  He could hardly
contain himself as the door closed and the journey began.

Mr. Willis spun the dials as required by the instruction book and protocols
provided.  It seemed odd to him that anyone would want to be taken back in
time to assume the role of a severely spanked and whipped little boy, but the
ticket certainly said "Victorian Whipping"  and, of course, Mr. Passmore's
state of arousal, and his guilt about that arousal, had clearly demonstrated
which role would at that moment be the psychologically correct one for him to
occupy.  Mr. Willis carefully entered the coordinates into his computer,
hoping that the spankings and  whipping he received would prove to be exactly
as Mr. Passmore desired.