Mike and I were both really taken, (excited? scared? very curious?) by the appearance of dad’s new razor strop in our home. As I indicated before, we often talked about who would be first to experience what it would be like to get a licking from dad with the strop. While we both wanted, sort of, to be first to experience the business end of dad’s strop, Mike ended up with that honor.
In the interval between the strop’s appearance and when it was actually put to use on Mike, he and I came up with a plot to check out what a potential licking would be like…in other words, find a way to experiment with the new strop. Looking back, that’s all pretty weird, but we did it. The experimentation was something we’ve kept between us.
All of the friends and cousins we had who were subject to what the strop could deliver at their dads’ hands were all on the opposite side of our untested fantasies about a “good licking”. From what we heard when one of them was getting a licking, or talked about it later, and maybe saw evidence on their butts, it was really something you did not want to happen to you, if you had a choice. It was a sure deterrent. Still…
Mike and I needed to push the experiment thing, so we did. Even though we were in the 7-8-9 year old range, it was a time when social norms allowed parents to leave home for short periods to run errands and leave kids our age “home alone”. Perfect. When those times were forecasted to occur by mom and dad, perhaps the next day, usually on a weekend, Mike and I would plot our experimentation in the dark of our bedtime room. Looking back, while we both had anxiety about actually pulling it off, being unsure what we were getting into, getting caught, etc., it was bigger than both us. Our curiosity prevailed. We had to try, and clumsily, we did. Wow that was “fun”!