Shearsandscissors
#this story contains roleplay between grownups. Storyline follows two grown dominant men as with daddy kink and and a grown woman as babygirl.
#if you are not into it i suggest please don’t continue.
Sam, Zack and I have been friends since college, but over time the dynamic between us changed and now Sam and Zack are my Daddies and I their baby girl. While Daddy Sam runs a Tech company, Daddy Zack owns multiple barbershops across the country and is a barber. While I stay home and behave.
They set me a set of rules to follow, and I been following them like a good girl that I am since the last time Daddy Sam asked Daddy Zack to chop of my long black butt length hair to that of bra strap length and got spanked by daddies for disobeying and going out while I was grounded for not behaving. That was over 7 months ago and now my hair has grown to waist length.
It’s Friday and every Friday Daddy Sam takes a leave, and we go to Daddy Zack’s barbershop Daddy Sam gets a haircut and we collect Daddy Zack from his barbershop. After the first punishment of my hair being chopped, I was really nervous about visiting Daddy Zack in his workplace. But Daddies assured me I had nothing to worry about if I was a good girl and I was good.
When we reached, the barbershop Daddy was tending to his last customer, and he looked up at us “have a seat, I will be done here in a minute” he said with a smile on his face. Daddy Sam gets his hair done only by Daddy Zach. Once done with his customer the other barbers swept the hair off the floor and left. Now it’s just us daddies and me. It’s like this every Friday. Daddy Sam just gives himself a buzz cut at home every other day. It suits him. And with the tattoos that decorate his body makes him look ever dominant.
Once everyone leaves Daddy locks the door from inside, draws the curtain and changes the door sign to closed. Daddy Sam is already seated. Daddy Z cuts a piece of tissue, wraps it around Daddy Sam’s neck, secures a cape around it and fixes Daddy Sam’s hair. Nothing much, just regular maintenance of a style they call businessman’s cut. I just sat in my seat where people sat playing with the edge of my pink frock which Daddy Sam made me wear. Just waiting to leave.
Soon enough they were done I hopped onto my feet and was about to leave. “Wait! Fia” called daddy Zack.
“What is it, Daddy Z?” I asked, turning around.
“Your Daddy and I decided that you need a haircut” said Daddy Zack to which daddy Sam nodded. Tapping at the barber chair he said, “Hop on”.
“But I have been a good girl” I protested.
“We saw you playing with yourself, baby. And that’s breaking the rule,” said Daddy Sam. “Now be a good girl and don’t make us tell you again, Fiona.” He continued.
I knew there wasn’t a way out of this for me. So, I walked towards the chair, defected hoping I would only lose a few inches. Daddy Sam gave me a light spank on my ass and encouraged me to sit on the chair with a big smile. Once seated he pressed a kiss on my lip and said, “good girl”.
I felt a little braver. I knew they wouldn’t do anything drastic, but it was the first time I was getting my hair chopped off at a barbershop. In front of the chair there was a counter and a large mirror. The counter has all kinds of clippers, scissors and combs. My eyes fell on the straight razor which made me really nervous and also a little excited for some reason. But no way in hell I was letting Daddy use it on me. But to be sure I asked, “Am I getting the same haircut I got last time Daddy?”
“Nothing to worry about princess, Daddy Zack won’t cut it shorter than we intend to if you be a good girl and behave, isn’t it Zach?” Daddy Sam said combing my hair with his fingers.
“Yes, Love. You just relax Ok. Anyway, you were due for a haircut and we had decided to cut it to the same length as last time, but since you decided to break a rule we are going a little shorter. But you don’t have anything to worry about, ok? I just want you to sit still while I work on your hair.” Daddy Z said, picking up a clipper from the counter and cleaning it with a brush.
He then put the clipper down, walked behind the chair, pulled my hair into a pony, tore a piece of tissue, wrapped it around my neck and secured a white nylon cape around it. The caped was so big that it made me look like a little girl. Then daddy started pumping the chair till he was satisfied with the height.
My hair was let down from a pony and daddy had sectioned my making a bun from leaving behind around two inches of hair above my ears and About 5 inches on the back. He started to comb the free hair and I didn’t notice him picking up the clipper. I was startled by the humming sound when it was about to touch my head.
“No Daddy please, no clippers” I cried trying to get up from the chair. Daddy Sam pushed me back into the seat.
“Ok” Daddy Zack raised his hands in defeat, put down the clippers, picked up water spray and started spraying the water on my hair making sure to wet all of them. He adjusted my head to his liking and started picking up my hair with the comb and started cutting the hair as close as he could with the scissors.
At that point I was crying at how short my hair was being chopped. But at the same time a bit relaxed that daddy didn’t shave it all off with a clipper. I didn’t want to be shaved. Daddy kept snipping until he was satisfied. I took a peek about daddies both were content with my hair being chopped. I looked down, the white cape was covered with my lifeless hair.
Right when I was grieving for the dead, daddy Z cleared his throat. I looked up at him. He was holding the clipper in his hand.” Sweetheart, I will be shaving this part of your head ok. I wanted you to sit still for daddy.”
Shaking my head negatively I said no I took off my caped and got off the chair. Took off the sectioning clip flattened down my hair and “daddy I think this looks good”. Then I ran my hand on my nape feeling how short it was cut and continued “this should do for the rules I broke” looking hopefully at my daddies.
“Fia get on the chair” said Daddy Z.
“No” I said. As much as I was scared of losing my hair, I was also excited to be forced down and get my hair hacked off. Daddy Sam just held my hand and sat down on the barber’s chair making me sit on his lap and holding me in place.
“Cut it shorter Zack. No inverted bob with shaved Nape, give her something really short so she remembers not to ever be a disobedient little brat throwing tantrums.” With this being said Daddy Zack picked up a clipper, held my head down and started running his clippers on the right side of my head, shearing even the peach fuzz. He folded my ear so that there was no single hair left. He gave the same treatment to my left and backside, making sure he got every single one of my hair .
The only hair left on my head was on my crown. “this looks so much better, no?” asked Zack, playing with the little hair on my crown.
“So much better.” Said Sam rubbing his hand on the shaved part of my head and the other hand still keeping me in my place. “I think you should shave the sides clean.”
“On it but let me finish style the hair left on her head” they discussed back and forth, not even asking me what I wanted. The chopped hair was on my lap this time as I had taken off the cape amidst my fit of rage. Daddy Zack wetted my hair which was left on my crown and started cropping it close to my scalp. Once happy with his handy work he picked up the clipper and started blending sides and back with clipper over comb technique. At this point I had given up my struggle and just enjoyed the treatment I was receiving. Happy with his work, Daddy picked up a towel, placed it on my shoulder and started lathering my head with a brush.
“Please hold still for this part Baby” he said looking into my eyes. I gave him a timid nod, he gave me a small kiss on my nose and picked up his straight and started to place a blade inside of it. Daddy Sam had loosened his hold and Daddy Zack started scraping the tiny bits of stubble left behind from the clippers.
Once done he wiped my head for extra foam and ran his hand around it to make sure he got all off the stubbles. He then took a brush and talc and started brushing the hair off me. He took the straight razor again and Daddy Sam unzipped my frock. Daddy Zack bent my head down to clear the fuzz off of my neck side burn and forehead. Once done Daddy then zipped my frock up.
“I look like a boy in a frock.” I cried.
“And next time if you misbehave you will have no hair left on your head or eyebrow or on your pussy “ said daddy Zack spanking me in the ass.
“I like her this way” said Daddy Sam. “Please misbehave so we can shave you bare,” said Daddy Sam running his hand on my thigh and playing with my clit. When I was about to finish, he withdrew and said “bad girls do get to cum” I started pouting.
By now daddy Zack had cleared the floor of my hair. “Let’s get you home and get you cleaned.” Daddy Zack said running his hand on my naked scalp with a grin on his face and we went home.
THE END
