Christmas finished at the weekend. Because we were away, the exchanging-presents thing didn’t really happen on time this year, and we’ve been swapping away ever since. I’ve rather enjoyed the month-long gift-fest.
We finally caught up with two of our dearest friends on Saturday: presents each way are inevitably kinky. And how they excelled themselves this year: a fabulous leather razor strop, filling an important missing link in my collection of implements.
Inevitably, it was mere moments before Haron was over the side of the settee, the strop proving to be quite as effective as one might hope. (Or, to be more accurate, as I might hope – my young lady’s language made it plain that it was rather too effective when experienced from the receiving end!).
Scenes of fathers despatching daughters to fetch the strop are flooding through my imagination, whilst I try to decide whether I can get away with hanging it in the traditional manner from a hook in the bathroom even when vanilla friends visit…
Of course you can get away with hanging it in the bathroom, it’s got to be done, otherwise Haron will be sent to fetch it and have a great excuse for coming back empty handed, after all, where else would it be, she can’t be expected to play hunt the strop when in fear for her bottom!
I’m not going to lie to you.. It might be an idea to move it before your parents come to stay. At best it might result in a very awkard conversation… At worst getting arrested for domestic violence. Acutally I think I’d rather get arrested than have *that* discussion with my parents.
Surely if Haron has a cut throat razor lying around the bathroom too for shaving her legs with that’s more than enough reason for having a strop hanging there. If I ever get a razor strop mine is hanging in the bathroom, even if it clashes with the paintwork.
Surely it could pass as old-timey decor, even to parents?
Surely – should anyone be so rude as to ask – you could simply inform them that it is a device used by a gentleman to sharpen his razor?
Dan, I *crave* the sort of house you could decorate in an old-fashioned manner, so that even the weirdest kinky things would fit in as “that charming old-fashioned décor thing”.
Sarah – “legs”. Quite.
Evie, Dan – I’m leaning towards the “must be removed before parental visits”, I must confess
Catherine – I think my electric shaver on the bathroom windowsill might give the game away!