Patrick had no idea of what happen. He was just riding his bike like he did dozens of times, the next thing. Was flash of light, seconds before he was here. Wherever here was.
Then he noticed the room the Calendar was of the year 1920's or around it. Then he noticed a mirror, and he noticed it wasn't his reflection. The refection of young woman dressed of the period.
Then a young man of period that claimed that he/she was his/her husband. He/she was puzzled. He wanted her wife to do her wifely duty. Patrick wasn't in the mood for this at moment. He/she refused his advances. He was puzzled that his wife refused to her wifely duty. So, he pulled him/her over the arm of a chair or couch. Which he pulled up, her skirts, her petticoats, pulled down her knickers down, her waist to expose her bottom. To him, he strickled him/her. It stings a little. It didn't hurt physically, but it stings not in a bad way.
As he slapped him/her as he did, he spoke the reasons why he spanks him/her.
You know your place, woman, you should obey your husband, to your wifely duty. You should listen to your husband, you are not strong enough, powerful enough. smart enough. You might obey.
As he finished, he started to place something that was familiar to him/her. But never she felt in the opposite side of it. Patrick thought her wouldn't even like it, never mind that she enjoyed it. Then as he was finished, he started to adjust his pants.
Don't, don't, please, I wanted it, it still. Patrick was enjoying it she wanted more.
Patrick wondered what happen to her, why he became this woman nearly hundred of years ago. But what of the woman. If Patrick is here. Does mean she is, his body. What the cause of it. What cause the switch, at the moment Patrick, was at moment enjoyed it.
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