During an unplanned meeting with my brother Mike for lunch one day he seemed to miss the accountability, as an adult, that he had as a kid to dad’s razor strop when he screwed up. I was on the same page with that.
I called Mike the following weekend and asked him to drop by to talk. When we connected the following Saturday we talked over a couple of beers but we’d avoided the obvious. I didn’t hesitate to steer the conversation into the “obvious”.
Mike and I had been out to each other for some time and I told him about how I’d made gay spanking contacts through a Craig’s List “Personals” site. I told him that while I hadn’t had much luck with that, I had connected with a few guys who shared that interest and with whom I’d had some spanking action which usually didn’t include sexual action. I told him that spanking activity, even without one-on-one sexual activity, still created memories and fantasies which fed hot JO fantasies down the road.
I also told Mike about a number of vintage razor strops I bought on a Web auction site. I disappeared for a moment into my bedroom and returned.
“So, what do you think of this find, Mike?” What I had taken out to show him was a “hot” antique razor strop I’d purchased.
It was 24 inch long, 2.5 inch wide, made of two leather straps, bound by an antique brass clip at the top for hanging. Both leather straps were also square-cut at the “business” ends. These splayed into 4 corners of leather striking a guy’s butt, and with a combined thickness of perhaps ½ inch of leather. Like our dad’s, this strop was very serious business…producing “bite” marks visible for some days after a licking, with red, black/blue strap marks several inches long criss-crossing our butts. We underwent big time stinging and burning during and after a licking. How many times had we seen that evidence on other guys’ butts in the school showers after Gym class. Those were the days!
Mike jumped in, “Wow…just like dad’s. It might sound weird, but I miss that…I really do. You?” I told him I didn’t think it was weird unless we were both weird.
I told Mike that he missed those days, as I did, and for good reason…dad’s strop worked. However bad it hurt, we trusted dad to be doing the right thing for us then, as dad did still currently did with our younger brothers. I also told him that I thought there was a way to have that back in our lives if we were honest about it.
It was late and Mike had to leave. I picked up the strop I'd taken out to show him and followed him out to the kitchen door. I had placed a teacup hook on the door jam of the door a while back. It was where I'd hang the strop for display and personal excitement when I was home alone, not expecting any visitors. As Mike opened the door to leave I returned the strop to the teacup hook. We both watched the shiny black leather strop swing right/left for a brief moment before Mike started out the door to his car.
"The strop will be there, waiting to provide your butt a good workout, anytime you think you need a good dose of the old days. Just call."
Mike chuckled and nervously added "I...uh...well...you know...I might just have to do that."
"You know you need it...deserve it. Could be fun, Mike, for both us. I know it takes a lot of trust and we've had that between us for a long time." I closed with "Look, we messed with experimentation lickings as kids using dad's strop secretly, the few chances that we had. Now lets just do it...only for real...openly and honestly...just like dad did".