By Vincent

 

I've been lurking around here for a while now, but this is my first Post. A few days ago, someone wrote about punishment haircuts, and I've been thrinking about my own punishment haircut ever since. I grew up in a fairly rough area of Brooklyn in the late 1970's, when long hair was the rule. I was considered to be pretty hot, with skin tight pants, tons of nic-nic disco shirts, and thick brown hair that was cut in about 7 different layers, ranging from about 2 inches to 10 inches long. My hair was my prode and joy...and without a doubt, my best feature.

 Senior year of high school, I went out on a date with a hot girl, whi, it turned out, was a mafia princess...and when her brothers found out I had slept with their sister and then dumped her, they got very angry. Just before graduation, I was leaving my part-time job at a discount store, around 9 pm, when a guy asked me if I had the time. When I looked down at my watch, He pushed me and sudenly I was surrounded by a group of 5 guys.

 They pushed me into their car, drove me to the base of the Verrazanno Bridge, and proceeded to strip me naked. With my hands tied to a chain link fence, I was scared top death, figuring they were gonna leav eme there bare assed all night. But the, one of the guys pulled out a big black set of hair clipers and I started to scream. They all laughed, watching my naked body trying to pull against my retraints. I can still hear the sound of the clippers as the big guy plowed them through my precious hair. They all laughed and jeared...tossing long locks of my beautiful hair as it blew around in the sea breeze...and the tears rolled down my face. I was found the following morning, bare assed naked and bald.