Mother used to have the most garish, white-leather, studded, beaded and gromited belt that she referred to as “The Strap.”  When she perceived a misbehavement, she would order Brother to fetch The Strap, which he would do dutiously.  Mother would then perform a vigorous walloping on my boday.  

I had to perform an emergency detention on a prostitute who was waving an exact replicant of The Strap around my district.  I froze.  She threw a crack pipe at me. She was unceremoniously restrained in less than a second.

No more The Strap, no more.