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I have felt the razor strap on my butt many times growing up.  If I messed up I knew I would have to go and cut a switch from the tree in the front yard or take the razor strap down from the nail next to the bathroom door.  It was our choice.  I was always lazier than my brother so I chose the razor strap even though it hurt worse.

fungirlmmm fungirlmmm 41-45, F 29 Responses Mar 14, 2009

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I remember mom saying... just wait until your father gets home. Go to your room and think about what you've done. I knew I was in deep trouble. I had gotten paddled in school, with the wooden board with holes in it. Dad would come home, it would be ready quiet in the other room. Then my door would open. He stood there with his hands on his hips, and the strap in his hand. Do you know what you did? Yes sir, I do. I'm really sorry. Well, bend over. This is going to hurt me a lot more than you he said. I then got several whacks, yes it hurt, and wasn't easy to sit for a couple days. But it made me a better person. Taught me respect. Something today's generation could certainly use. I won't get on my soapbox today though. Kids today should have disapline.

discipline does not equal spanking and adults today would have more respect if they weren\'t such hypocrites and unable to follow their own rules

adults today don\'t even recognize respect when someone tires to give it to them

I remember well having the strop used on me, for any number of transgressions.
I still have the one that I'm very familiar with.

a razor strap was once something on which to sharpen a straight razor you know like the things seen in little house on the prairie man shaved their faces with

it's more common use in the 1950's '60's and 70's was something to spank (in my opinion beat kids with) when they misbehaved

I fell stupid asking this. And this makes me a stupid teenage but I can all ways learn though. What is a razor strap. Im going to guess that its the thing that use before and durning your shave. But modt command when using a straight razor.

In my own case i got the strap in the third grade in 1958.
It was degrading and left a bad feeling for decades.
In my forties i had a sweetie strap my hands in just the same way.
That took away the sting and made it a part of intimacy.
It was therapy for me, and Angelica compared strapping the palms of my hands to cutting a sandwich for a child.
And, yes, she did have *******.

I got the strap many many times while growing up. It taught me to behave properly, and respect. As an adult my wife straps me when I anger her. When I really misbehave, she will whip my bare *** with a razor strap---hard! I also will request a good hard strapping when I think I deserve it. It is the key to our happy marriage----the sex after a good whipping is outstanding!! Needles to say, I misbehave a lot!!!!

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You can't expect life to fulfill you, but you can do things to fulfill your life.
When you think of it, in a society that has no tolerance for tears, affectionate caning can be an intimate blessing.

What she did was an act of female power conducting, the opposite of man-hating!
There was nothing detached about it, and i experienced nothing of what she did as being cruel, or in any shape or form wrong.
Like most Dutch girls she is a natural born feminist without ever having to read a word about it: it's in her DNA and I'm glad of it!

(I walked her through similar experiences I had with pro doms years ago; I stopped seeing pros once I learned enough to train amateurs to go through the events with me! This was the first caning Leah ever gave, but certainly not the first one for me to receive. It was much safer than two amateurs going at it for the first time! If you accuse me of taking her "virginity" as a corporal punishment administrator, you must also admit i did get my hide tanned for it!)

Caning was still legal throughout my childhood, and I was horrified of it.
As an adult, one Saturday afternoon in August, naked, I bent over a bar stool and touched the floor in front of me with the tips of my fingers.
The effect was to spread my bare buttocks wide apart completely exposing the sitting muscles, soon for a time to be less comfortable for sitting on.
Dutch pretty, sincerely polite, considerate, utterly charming, ever so girlie girl Leah gave me six-of-the best.
With black electrical tape I had wound around the stem just before the crook handle so as to give her a good grip on it, and to make it a true English school--I had it shipped over from England--"Bognor," she used the 5/16" rattan.
This was the first time she had ever even held a cane in her hands, but she knew what she was doing because she had listened to the instructional audio, Miss Marianne Martindale's "The Art Of Caning."
Strong, flexible, fluid, whippy, good "crack" and a good "fall" to it, there were low whooshes and six loud smacks.
And, six tramlines on my bottom afterwards.
With each stroke, there was a caress across my bare bottom, followed a few seconds later by the pain.
The thin red lines stood out for a few days.
It was like she was still with me.
By the next Saturday they were absolutely gone.
Whenever I sat down, for a couple of days immediately after the incident, I had a mild raw feeling, like something was missing .
I put an extra cushion on my chair.
That solved the problem.
Not a big deal.
There was no other subsequent discomfort than this tenderness.
By getting it as an act of friendship--and education--I conquered that one terror in my life, much like turning snake poison into an antidote.
The experience gave me power and took none away.

It was a totally satisfying experience for Leah, and that makes it totally satisfying for me.
While using it she felt the cane was a part of her. So did I.
I don't so much feel that the cane was used as that it was shared.
I opened myself to intimacy, and it was quite a forceful connecting, a fusion, a very personal energy going into me.
"I liked everything about it," said she. "I did it on your bare bottom because on the seat of the underpants it would have been like eating a candy with the wrapper on it. I stopped only because I felt sorry for you. I didn't use follow through because I didn't want to cut you in two. You have a cute asphole."
It was more than just a somethingness, a lack of a void.
Pain, and the possibility of transcendence, there is something empowering about having "survived" a good thrashing!
I feel love for Leah, but it isn't.

It is a unique kind of bonding.

It's like she got a piece of me and made it a part of her, but the piece also grew back quickly and without a trace, and I have a piece of her which I treasure as a part of me now.

Thirteen years later, grade ten dropout, two kids by two different men, a never wore her seat belt car accident, god knows how many cigarettes, experimenting with drugs to keep from getting fat, arrested for stealing form her employer, I wonder if she still giggles, and just how aware she is that, as I understand it, no man since has ever been willing to let her do anything at all like what she did with me to him.

Resignation is giving away your power.
Surrender is getting your power back. In no way did I resign myself to the cane, but rather I surrendered myself to it, and just thinking about it right now electrifies me.

I loved feeling the air against my bare skin, and the cane against my bare bottom.

She got the right end of the stick for her.
I got the right end of the stick for me.
I feel closer to women for it.

A satisfied woman is always an accomplishment to a man who loves them!
Three cheers!

If you try to hold onto wisdom it will just run through your fingers. The more you share of it, the more you keep.
All the things you love about another person are inside you, and can never be taken away.

And of course, now that she has educated me, I apologize for ever saying women are wrong to go topless in public!


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Spirituallyenlightened,<br />
Bravo, I agree with everything you said!!

My X-wife came from a strict family that believed in physical discipline. On our first date she told me about being disciplined by her parents. I think she was hinting that she wanted to spank me so I asked her if she would like to give me an over the knee spanking. She told me to get naked and I give her my belt. i had never been whipped with a belt so I being naive got over her lap not knowing what to expect. Holding me down with her legs and free arm she wailed the belt across my bare cheeks giving me a real surprise whipping that brought me to tears. Needless to say we married and my wife continued the physical discipline using the strap. I bought her a razor strop which became her favorite way to whip my bare bottom. the strap made of horse hide s very effective and makes the cheek muscles sore to the bone but does not break the skin. A good strapping can last long 200 to 300 whacks. The sound of the strap made my skin get goosebumps but soon it turned bright red from the blows. The strap can be used on the bare cheeks, back, and legs so there is a large area to whip. my wife gave me a choice to be bound or loose before the whipping but if it was going to be severe I had her tie my with nylons to the brass headboard.The razor strop hung proudly in the bathroom for all to see.

Behind every goodMan their is A Strict Woman . She has my Respect

Strict Catholic School Discipline in the 1950s HURT . The School i went to was Run By Very Strict Nuns and Priests . Discipline was very Severe in The 1950s 1960s . davidmaher48@gmail.com

This is how it used to be when people had common sense. It was called natural upbringing and it worked. Today we have 2.4. million people either on parole or in jail, thanks to Dr. Spock. The feminists irrationally fear the return to the good all days. They think that the husbands will "abuse" their persons. This is false perception. In Christian marriage the persons are equal, so abuse is unthinkable. As for the body, it must not be regarded as "having dignity." It does not! This is why a child or a wife can be spanked by the husband, without losing their dignity in a Christian marriage! On the contrary, the purpose of spanking is to restore their wholeness, which is dignity!

i Agree With everything you are saying . The 1950s Discipline in Schools Worked . and if i was Caned at School My Mum gave me the Strap Across my bare bottom Again When i Got home . The Strapping Across my bare bottom was harder than the caning i got at School from my Mum . She Believed in Severe Discipline . youngsters today could do with some Corrective Therapy

Without Discipline their is CHAOS

Strict Discipline from my Mum With the Razor Strop . it did me no Lasting Harm . Even at Age 16years old . i got my bare bottom Strapped by my mum . i Deserved it for having s e x with my Cousins . i to had a Catholic School upbringing . and took Severe Canings from the nuns and priests . youngsters to day could do with some Discipline . in Schools and at home . Respected Gent .Age62years young . Oldage is 40years older than me . davidmaher48@gmail.com

My Mum used a RAZOR STROP . Often Across My Bare Bottom . When i Was A Youngester in My Tneeager Years. Mum Had A Thicker Leather Strap She Started Using When i Was Age16Years Old it Hurt Much More Across My Bare Bottom . Then She Started Using A Rattan Cane A Catholic Priest Gave Her Making Welts Across My Bare Bottom . He Was My Mum.s Friend . When He Was at our House He Often Caned My Bare Bottom Much Harder Than My Mum . Both of Them Would Cane Me Hard . The Priest Caned Me The Hardest Full Force Averytime Welting My Bare Bottom . The Welts Lasted Longer After The Priest Caned Me . davidmaher48@gmail.com . AnyOne Can Ask Me Anything By Email . About My Strict Discipline Growing up davidmaher48@gmail.com

I understand. I didn't think I was hated as a child either. I felt very loved.

well i am only 13 my dad spanks me but its not out of hate love

Maybe because I never had it as a kid, I enjoy it as a mature man.

i was a bad child, getting into trouble, fights, but as bad as i thought i was.... after the first beating i received, must have been about 9 or 10, were my mum beat me with what felt like a steel capped slipper, i remember that she explained why she was having to beat me, and how upsetting it was that she had to do it, and from then and thereafter it would only take a look from my mum, for me to feel like that child who never knew, the strength, and power of the love she had for me...

I can't get my mind around wanting to hurt something as lovely as FG's butt.

That is awful. I am sorry for your pain.

LOL

"Old school tactics."- Reminds me of the coolest thing I ever did in 8th grade. This big Science teacher had me come to the front and grab my knees while he raised his wooden paddle (Had holes in it).<br />
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Just as he started his downward swing I stood up straight and he not only missed but flew into his desk and fell down. <br />
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The other students laughed and laughed. <br />
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OF course he got the Gym teacher to hold me as he did it again with a few more hits to boot. <br />
Ha! It was worth it!...DD

I am okay and a productive adult I am better than most.

A Well Disciplined youngster makes a Productive ADULT .

i Agree UnDisciplined youngsters are LAZY and have stupid Parents with no Control in the home .

Old school tactics. Sorry u had to experience it.

old School Discipline stoped the CHAOS . 1950s 1960s in Schools . just thinking about having the Cane stoped one being Disobedient in School .

Old school tactics. Sorry u had to experience it.

YES Parental home Discipline . it was LEGAL back in the 1950s . 1960s to and into the 1970s in Strict Catholic Schools . the Cane was used Daily in the United Kingdom . Strict Discipline growing up did me no Lasting harm . i do Remember having a very sore bottom after my Mum Smacking it always on the bare bottom at home . Respected Gent Age 63 years young Looking back .

LOL no because you would enjoy it too much.

A Person can get used to Anyething in Time

You can spank me if that would help you any. Lol...DD

aint that the truth if anyone i using that they are going too far

Oh yes, I saw this group and instinctively grabbed my butt.

Me to

OH BOY did you ever bring back some memories, OUCH! I was adopted by my great grandparents and the razor strap was all my Dad knew. Mom was quick with the Apple or Weeping Willow switch. I was an only child too so I couldn't "try" to blame it on anyone else. Nearly 50 years later and I can still feel the sting.