Little Writer
Some people would say, Ashley had bad luck.
First, she lost her job by an online marketing firm.
Second, her boyfriend had cheated on her with another woman.
Third, probably the biggest point, she suffered from a rare medical condition which caused her to stop growing at age 12 now with age 26 she had major disadvantages.
Everywhere she needed to go, she would carry a document with explained her condition and certified her as an adult.
Most of the store’s and shop’s she usually visited already knew about it and didn’t require her to show it constantly.
Occasionally someone would ask where her parents are or if she was lost, but this normally resolved itself when she brought out the document.
One day, Ashley wanted to get a haircut, she needed some change and distraction from her current situation.
As she got to the Salon and was about to check in, two older looking ladies entered the shop, following her about a dozen kids.
“I said to stay with the group.”, spoke the woman up.
Ashley didn’t paid any attention to her and waited at the counter.
“Ignoring me doesn’t help you here. Young lady.”, She added furiously and grabbed Ashley’s shoulder.
“Sorry I didn’t though you spoke to me. I’m not one of your kids.”, Ashley tried to explain.
“Ohh. Nice try. Each year, someone tries to joke around. Not with me.”, The woman hissed, angry.
“I’m not joking. I’m 26, and I can prove it.”, Ashley answered and opened her backpack.
The woman snatched the bag out of her hands.
“Where did you get this? You probably stole it from some unsuspecting citizen and planned to dispose of it after you got yourself out of her.”, The woman said, angry.
“No. Give me back my bag. You’re the one who’s stealing right now.”, Ashley replied, upset.
“Say and stomp your feet as much as you want, no one will believe your silly lie. You wasted enough of our time now.”, announced the woman, grabbed Ashley under her arms and lifted her off the ground.
“Stop that, let me go.”, Ashley shouted.
The woman was done talking with her and dumped Ashley into one of the empty chairs, followed by thick leather belts across her legs and chest.
“You’re making a big mistake, I’m not a kid. Look into the bag and check the document.”, Prompted Ashley, angry.
“You can stop with this nonsense now, don’t you see that nobody buys it? You just wasted our Time and bought yourself a fitting punishment.”, said the woman mischievous.
“She doesn’t get the usual one, give her the Bowl.”, commanded the lady, and a Cape was draped over Ashley.
“As you wish.”, answered the hairdresser, opened a cabinet and retrieved a plastic bowl.
“No, you can’t do this, this is assault.”, Pleated Ashley as the bowl was placed on her head, her light brown hair sticking out underneath.
The clippers roared to live, made contact with the edge of the bowl on the left side and moments later her hair.
8 inches of hair falling down, way more than Ashley had planned this day, and leaving behind a strip of white skin.
Again and again the clippers mowed through her hair, and each time sending waves of hair to the ground.
Ashley started crying, her tears streaming down her face and onto the Cape, sticking to the already cut hair on the cape.
“No 26-year-old would cry like that.”, The woman said, smiling.
The hairdresser made the last pass with the clippers and lifted the plastic bowl, revealing what was left from Ashley’s hair.
An ugly bowl cut sitting right above her eyes and ears, everything underneath was gone.
“Is this to your satisfaction?”, asked the hairdresser.
“Hmmm. The bowl is not quite enough for a punishment, could you apply some Nair cream to the shaved parts, then she will know to behave.”, The woman commanded.
The hairdresser nodded, brought a cream-colored bottle, and applied the substance to the shaved parts.
After five more minutes, the cream got wiped off and the cape and belts removed.
Finally, Ashley was free again, or so she thought.
“Is the back room available?”, The woman asked the hairdresser.
“Right now? Yes It is.”, The hairdresser answered short and started working on the next kid.
“Good. Come with me.”, The woman ordered Ashley and began to drag her to the back room.
“Let me go.”, Ashley protested, but the woman didn’t care.
As soon as the door was shut, the woman started more to rip the clothes off Ashley, then undressing her.
“How did you have time to change at all and where is your uniform?”, She commented, angry.
“Hey, these were expensive.”, Ashley warned her.
“Enough is enough.”, The woman snapped at her, as Ashley stood naked before her, trying to cover herself.
She grabbed Ashley and bend her over her knee.
“Let’s see how many it takes to put some sense into your head.”, hissed the woman and lifted her hand.
*Smack smack smack*
Each smack radiated pain through Ashley’s butt, followed by a scream from Ashley.
Ten, fifteen, twenty times made the hand contact with Ashley rear end.
“How old are you?”, The woman asked.
“I’m 26.”, Cried Ashley.
*Smack smack smack*
Another fifteen, painful hits later.
“How old are you?”, She asked again, looking at the red butt on her knee.
“Fifteen.”, Tried Ashley.
“Still wrong.”, announced the woman.
*Smack smack smack*
Another ten hits met her butt.
“Twelve.”, Shouted Ashley before the woman asked.
“Finally. But just to be sure.”, said the woman menacing.
*Smack smack smack*
Another twelve hits connected painfully.
“You are in luck that I always have clothes to change with me.”, announced the woman and sat Ashley onto the chair.
Ashley let this woman dress her, without a hitch.
A simple pantyhose, a light blue dress with a symbol on the back and a black bow around her neck.
“Now you look proper again and ready for the school.”, The woman said, smiling.
Ashley nodded weakly and followed the woman out of the room, back to the other kids.
Meanwhile, most of the kids were done with their haircuts, the girls got simple bob cuts and the boys got the sides shaved, and the top left a bit longer.
As all were finished the two women lined Ashley up with the kids and marched out, she didn’t dare to reach for her bag which still lay on one of the waiting chairs.
School awaited her now, with a new start.
