Sara was old. She was, to be precise, one-hundred-and-sixteen-years-old. She had not had an exciting life. Since she was a child every week she played the state lottery never winning more than few dollars but it was her eternal hope to win big. It was the big excitement in her dull life especially now that she was in the facility for the old and did not have any family.© Y Lee Coyote
Strangely, there was one thing that haunted her. A century ago she was a scullery maid in a great house. It was Christmas Day morning when she heard the familiar sound of spanking while she was preparing a tray for the household. The cook explained that it was a special family tradition. As the eldest son was born as the sun rose on this day and thus never was able to have his birthday party on his birthday his grandfather devised a special ritual.
Before anything else on this busy holiday, the family would take a few minutes to commemorate the occasion. There would be two events – first would be a traditional birthday spanking from gramps on his bare rump and second would to receive gramps’ gift. Now that he was sixteen with a myriad of wishes, gramps decided on a gift card so that he could have fun shopping with the agony of choosing.
For the century since that day she wished that she had been a few minutes earlier with the tray so she could have watched the sixteen gentle spanks and one hard one on the boy’s bare rump. Need we say that she lusted after the handsome boy who barely noticed her existence.
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Then after 5,273 weeks Sara won the jackpot. She was elated even in her frail condition. The little she needed was already well funded. But now she had a problem – what to do with the fortune. She could not travel and only longed for those missed few minutes when she was a lowly scullery maid.
One of the staffers suggested that she could hire some actors reenact the event that she could watch live and even be in the scene. She thought about it but realized they would be young and she an old crone. That would not do at all. “I want to really be there.” she said.
“That would require time travel.” was the reply.
But that was not the end of it for there were reports of time travel becoming possible but the cost was prohibitive. Well, maybe not for someone with a jackpot to spend. It was arranged.
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Sara entered the time machine and pushed the big green ACTIVATE button. She did not physically move but a holographic replica appeared in the Great House at the proper time and place. She was in a maid’s uniform and they took no notice of her. She watched with awe.
“The sun is rising, Mark so it is time. Drop your PJ bottoms and get over my lap.” started gramps.
The boy stood, pulled the string on his PJ bottoms and let them fall and lay over his granddad+’s lap. It was his moment of the day. Gramps’ hand rose and fell. His younger brother counted for all. Only the faintest pink showed on his neither cheeks. Then the hard spank that resounded in the room and left a definite handprint.
Mark got up and pulled up his PJ pants. Gramps handed him the one birthday gift he would get that day and he sat there examining it.
As Sara pressed the RETURN icon on the handheld controller, she noticed that she had two right hands. The past vanished and she was back in the time machine in the present.
She was beaming when she was put back on the gurney to start the return trip. “It was wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!” were her last words as she passed with a contented smile.