Some weeks later, we were in the basement again, transistor radio blaring, reading comic books, with thunderstorms brewing outdoors. After a long period of no conversation, Bobby abruptly said, “Alright mister, it's time you had a good licking.”
With that he disappeared up the stairs to the kitchen to retrieve the razor strap. He quickly returned, and stood at the foot of the stairs, looking as threatening as he could muster, razor strap dangling full-length from his right hand. Talk about butterflies! I might even have been hyperventilating. Bobby no doubt saw a puzzled or troubled look on my face. “That’s perfect,” he said, “you should be scared. Come with me.”
I followed him, all the while looking intensely at the strop he carried, to another area of the basement where a padded living room sofa had been retired and covered with an old bedsheet.
“I want you to kneel here, facing the wall, by the sofa.” He handed me a cushion to kneel on. “I want you to drop you pants to your knees, now. You can keep your underpants up. I want you to think about the licking you’re going to get. I’ll be back later to give you your licking. I don’t want to hear a word from you in the meantime. Do you understand?” From what he had told me in the past, this role play was taken directly from his experience with his father.
“Yes” I responded sheepishly.
With that I dropped my jeans as he ordered and knelt to the right of the sofa, facing the wall. He removed the sheet covering the chair and draped the strop over the padded arm of the sofa to my left. He left me kneeling there for a short while. While waiting for him to return I stared intensely at the strop and repeatedly felt the shiny, smooth length of it.
I was both thrilled and apprehensive with what was happening and going to happen. I’d never had a licking…what would it be like? Even if we were play acting, this was certainly still a pretty intense experience for me, and it’s still very intense just recalling that afternoon waiting to get my first dose of a strop. I imagined it was probably like what Bobby felt when he waited for his father to appear to deliver a licking.
Even years later as an adult, the anticipation of getting a licking with a strop from any spanking partner was the best part of any spanking experience, the longer the anticipation, the hotter the experience!
I eventually heard Bobby get up from his chair at the other end of the basement. He killed the transistor radio. I heard him walking towards where I was kneeling by the chair.
"Stand up and turn around." With my jeans down, I hobbled and did as he told me to. He picked up the razor strap in his right hand and stood in front of me, tapping the strop against his right leg. He began to repeatedly pull the strap full-length through his left hand, a fondling type of motion. “Look…you’ve never had a spanking, paddling and much less a licking with a strop. I thought it might be fun to play act with you getting a licking for any number of reasons you should have been punished for in the past. What do you think?”
I told him I was both nervous and excited about the idea and that I’d been very curious as to what a licking would feel like for a long time. I told him to go ahead with what he thought was best.
“Right then. Pull up your pants, zip up and buckle your belt, I'll go easy as it's your first time with the strop. Turn and face the sofa arm. Now cross your arms over your chest and bend over the arm of the sofa.” I did as he said. “You’re going to get a licking with your pants up…this time. You won’t be so lucky if we have to do this again. I want you to stay in that position until I’ve given you all the licks with the strap I think you should have this time. Are you ready?”
I replied “yes”. He then positioned himself to my left and took a few practice swings with the strap barely touching my butt. It was, after all, his first time at that end of the razor strap. The razor strap is 24 inches long so positioning is important to make sure every lick delivers the maximum sting across the butt. My level of excitation was very high.
“I’m going to give you one lick to start and see how you react. You let me know if you want harder licks or not so hard and we’ll go from there with the rest of the licks.”
“OK” I said. “Just get started, I can’t wait for this to happen.”
Bobby delivered a pretty good (I thought!) first lick on the seat of my jeans. I jumped and grunted, but stayed in position. I now recognized the “cracking” sound I’d heard when he got lickings.
“Do you want to go ahead with more licks? The same? Harder? Less hard?”
“The same is OK. I really want a licking…so go ahead and do it.”
“OK then, five more licks without stopping”, Bobby said.
Bobby delivered the licks with only a few moments pause between each lick. The strop struck slightly different areas of my butt and thighs. Eyes closed and slightly grimacing, my body tensed and I groaned under my breath with each lick which I anticipated. I was really liking the sensation. I also liked giving him that control over me…like he was my dad. After the fifth lick, I relaxed and was slightly hyperventilating. I stayed in position over the arm of the sofa.
Bobby stood next to me, not talking for a minute or two. “Ok, maybe that’s enough for now. What do you think?”
“I really want more licks, maybe 5 harder licks.”