Daddy’s Wrath

Michael walked into the barbershop with his hands on Rachel’s shoulders. he steered her towards the wooden chairs in the waiting area beside the front window and told her to have a seat. Rachel gingerly took a seat, hoping to conceal her bottom as her skirt rode up. Under the short, tight leather skirt she still wore from last night, her tender ass bore stripes from the first half of her punishment. the panties she had been wearing were now poking out of Michael’s right pocket, pink satin making clear what the garment was and who it belonged to.

Michael spoke quietly with the Barber and all of a sudden they both turned to look at her. her cheeks went red with shame knowing that he’d told the barber why they were there. it was a traditional family punishment, though it was usually reserved for the boys in the family. her older brothers had all once (or more than once, in Stephan’s case) sat in these chairs waiting for the barber nervously.

“young lady,” boomed the barber. Rachel cringed as everyone looked up to see who he was talking about. “you had a brush in with the law recently, did you? and being arrested wasn’t enough of a deterrent for you against that salacious behavior?”

“please come and share the naughty deed that has earned you this punishment.” Rachel stood up and walked over to where the barber stood. he placed both his hands on her shoulders. “go on then.” Rachel looked at the ground. “I was discovered with a boy….” Rachel trailed off, mumbling.

“Speak up, Rachel,” her daddy ordered. “Again.”

“I was discovered alone with a boy acting like a slut.” Rachel voiced, clearer and louder but sulking all the same.

“And what is the punishment for being a slut under my roof?” her daddy prompted.

“A harsh lesson in modesty and tidiness.” she replied unhappily.

an older man waiting his turn for trim spoke up. “well Michael, I don’t know what to tell you. kids these days are so spoiled and don’t know how good they have it. back in my day this kind of immature behavior wouldn’t have been tolerated. straight to jail or the workhouse if a young lady behaved in such a manner. that would teach her to smarten right up.”

“well today is the day that Rachel is going to grow up some. not my little girl anymore” Michael said eyeing Rachel before nodding to the barber.

he steered Rachel’s frame toward an empty chair and pushed her down into it. Rachel struggled still unwilling to accept her fate. “am I going to have to strap you down, young lady?” the barber asked sternly. Rachel shook her head, tears beginning to roll down her cheek. she winced as her burning, tender ass touched the cold leather of the chair. the Barber spun her around to face the mirror and her audience in the reflection. he pumped the chair up until he was satisfied and grabbed a heavy cape. he clasped it around her and tightly fastened it at the neck. he spritzed water as he roughly combed her hair out. Rachel felt cold water run down her neck. the barber asked her father. “so you said you wanted it high and tight, right, Michael?” the men in the shop chuckled as Rachel burned with shame.

“yes. but take that braid of hers first. I want to frame it.” he replied.

the barber brought her hair together gathered into a ponytail and secured it with an elastic band. he deftly braided wefts of her hair into a tight braid. he secured the other end with an elastic band. Rachel glanced at her daddy with wet eyes through the mirror as the barber began to sheer through her hair with a sharp pair of scissors. a few snips and the braid came free. her head felt lighter. the barber set the braid on the counter in front of her. she would have to stare at the remains of her hair the entire time.

the barber split her head into four quadrants and combed each out straight. the Barber grabbed a bowl and placed it upside down over Rachel’s head. the barber brought shears up next to Rachel’s ear and began to cut even to the bowl. tears fell as fast as her hair did. only after the barber had cut across her face to create high and tight bangs did the men see Rachel’s tears. “looks like she’s not even going to survive summer camp, Michael.” one of the men quipped.

Rachel stared at the thick, long rope of hair that used to belong to her and was filled with shame.

“is it boot camp, then? this is the same haircut I got when I was sent to- ” another man spoke up.

“I got a buzzcut in jail. she’d be lucky to keep half an inch in a prison, harlot like that. harlots don’t deserve hair-”

“i’m not a harlot!” Rachel wailed loudly, wriggling under the cape again.

“quiet, Rachel,” Michael chided. “one more word and you’ll regret it. sit still.”

Rachel was quiet and still for a minute, tears streaming down her face and looking miserable.

the bell on the door rung as a small cohort of teenage boys walked in, older than Rachel.

“uh oh,” snarked one of the boys to the rest. “someone made daddy very angry last night.”

they all laughed.

“jason, don’t you know that chick?”

“that’s Rachel Wilson, the nympho who begged to suck my cock last week.”

the boys barked with laughter.

“i did not!” Rachel hollered, indignant. her face burned hot with shame. it wasn’t exactly untrue but the rest of the barbershop took her blush as an admission of guilt.

when the chuckling died down, you could hear pin drop in that barber shop.

“sir-” Michael started sharply.

“daddy please, i’m sorry,” Rachel started, begging him with her large tear stained eyes.

“quiet, girl. ..

sir, can we alter those plans?” Michael said to the barber.

“take it all off. down to the skin. I want to see my reflection in her scalp.”

Rachel cried out and began to struggle anew. the barber was ready. he grasped the heavy oversized cape and wrapped a strap around her body, arms and all. he likewise strapped her legs to the chair before returning to his spot.

the barber wrapped a vinyl cape around Rachel over top of her bound body. he clasped it at the neck.

“daddy please don’t.” Rachel wailed, beginning to squirm away from the barber’s hands. she wasn’t going to make it easy for them, at least.

“take her eyebrows too,” Michael said, a deep sense of satisfaction settling over him.

Rachel gaped in shock as she heard the clippers start up. she sobbed loudly as she watched him draw the clippers through the middle of her forehead toward the crown of her head. stripes of her hair began to disappear, clumps tumbling down the cape and onto the floor.

“a strict lesson in humiliation was always standard in my family.” the barber explained. “nothing makes you remember an important lesson better than an appropriate consequence. you embarrassed and shamed your father by being a harlot. now I will shame you.”

he firmly pushed her chin down into her chest. he mowed down the length of the remaining hair on her head. the Barber wrenched her head up so that she was looking at herself in the mirror, eyes red, face wet. Rachel’s cunt burned with shame as she looked at her punishment haircut in the mirror.

when he was finished he got out the soap and started a thick creamy lather. the barber applied it to the top of her head, smoothing it over her scalp and covering it in foam. he began to draw a razor through it taking the stubble right down to the skin. the men watched on in excitement.

the barber finished scraping and wiped the rest of the foam off of Rachel’s head. the nakedness of the top of her head felt cool in the shop’s air.

he spun her around and went at her face with the brush.

“didn’t think I forgot about these did you?” the barber asked as he applied shaving foam to her eyebrows.

Rachel begin to weep again as the barber dragged the razor across her eyebrows leaving nothing behind. she now looked like a cue ball. the barber spun her around to face the mirror once again.

he pulled out polishing oil and a cloth. he poured oil onto the cloth before rubbing it on her head. he buffed it to a high shine in the overhead lights. Rachel didn’t think that she could feel more humiliated than right now.

the barber pumped the chair so that Rachel sank back down and her feet could reach the floor. he shook her hair loose from the vinyl and removed it from her. he released her from the wicked chair’s straps. she stood up eager to be rid of the rubber cape.

one of the men spoke up as he leaned over to get a better look. “her slimy little cunt left a stain on your chair, Tom” the man announced loudly to the barber.

“is that so? I don’t like filthy little girls who don’t clean up their messes.” the barber put a hand on the back of Rachel’s neck and pushed her down toward the chair. “stick out your tongue and clean it up, girl” he said.

Rachel burned with shame as her face was pushed into the leather seat. she stuck out her tongue and tried to lick up the wetness her bare cunt left behind. “that’s a good girl. clean it up.”

she licked the leather clean.

when he let her go Rachel scrambled toward her daddy. the men continued laughing. it had been a while since they’ve seen such a wanton little thing. she didn’t know what to do with herself.

Michael gave Rachel a $50 bill. “place this between your teeth then Go and kneel in front of the barber to pay. say thank you for your haircut.” Rachel began to walk toward the waiting man when her dad stopped her with a stern noise.

“on your knees, girl.” he corrected her. “Damnit! learn your lesson. be humble.”

Rachel got down onto the cold black and white tiled floor and began to crawl toward the barber. she didn’t know which was burning worse, her face or her cunt.

Rachel neared the barber and he glanced down at her, face deepening into disappointment. “No tip? Mingy bitch.”

Rachel sat back on her heels, looking puzzled, and went to take the cash from her mouth.

“bring it here, sweetheart. use that pretty little mouth mouth of yours and put it in my hand.”

sitting in the chair Rachel had just cleaned with her tongue, his open hand was turned up on his upper thigh. to put the $50 in his hand, she was going to have to press her face right into his crotch. she took a deep breath and started forward. she gingerly leaned her face into his lap, his legs on either side of her. her cheek rubbed against the front of pants and he suddenly grabbed her smooth head with both hands. Rachel dropped the money in surprise as he crushed her face into his crotch and rubbed it back and forth. She would have fallen backward if the barber wasn’t using her face as a masturbatory toy.

“I bet you get off on this shit,” the barber said roughly. “I bet you like this, don’t you, you little whore?”

the barber groaned and when he let go, she did, indeed, fall back onto her ass.

her daddy called to her from the back of the shop, standing in the open bathroom door. he waved a finger at her to join him. closing the bathroom door, Michael pulled something from his back pocket. “get on the counter and lay on your back.” he said tersely. she did as she was told, afraid to disobey. he pulled her legs up, bending them at the knee. “hold your ankles and don’t let go until I tell you to.”

he rubbed an ointment oil into the backs of her thighs and across her bruised bottom. the oil felt nice and was soothing to her sore ass but she couldn’t help noticing that it made the state of her punishment all the more evident. he rubbed the warming oil across her her cunt, in between all her folds and up between her cheeks. as the oil soaked in, a deep warmth was left in its stead.

“Stand up and put these on.” Michael handed her a pair of sheer panties. Rachel blushed as she realized while pulling them on.

“Come on now. Hurry up. You need to clean your hair up before we leave.”

Rachel hesitated a second before stepping out into the barbershop to the crowd of waiting eyes. They stared at her bottom as she tried to discreetly reach the barber at the front of the store, holding a broom and bin. she began to cry again as she caught sight of herself in a mirror. face red, head gleaming nakedly, and her bottom red and bare.

Rachel took the brush and the bin and began to sweep up her hair and dump it into the trash. she stared at the mess of hair in the bottom of the trashcan and reached up with one hand to touch her head. “Hurry up now, Rachel. You don’t need to memorize the place. We’ll be back every other week so Tom can shave down the stubble and begin the laser treatments.”

She placed the bin back under the counter and thrust the broom back at the barber.

“watch it, sweetheart. if you don’t behave I’ll shave you completely to the skin every morning instead.” Michael turned to leave the shop, expecting Rachel to follow obediently behind him.

“see you again soon” the barber called as the bell on the door rung and Michael and Rachel left.

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