He took a long time admiring the view, probed here and there with his fingers, then found an erect nipple and pinched and pinched, until he made me tell him where the strop was. It was hanging on a hook on the inside of the door (you hear that, Ken? Remember it for future reference. You may well want to use it yourself.) He took the strop, gave it a few trial swings, and then, TTTHHHWWSWWACK!!!! A murderous, burning swipe across both cheeks of my rump... this followed after a long interval by another, and another. He quickly had me crying for mercy, for forgiveness. Did I get mercy? No.......(cont)