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The Punishment by Ptoma

TyI am French: thank you for forgive my bad English.

The history is true and I lived it 5 years ago.

I was 18 years old when my father decided to cut my hair to punish me. Because I had not returned

to the house and that I had spent all the night outside. It took me along in a very old barber-shop.

I was very humiliated. My dark hair was really long, falling on my mouth and on my shoulders.

There was nobody in the shop when we entered. Only the barber. My father said to him that he

wanted that this haircut like a real punishment for me, and he explained why.

The barber answered: `it is an excellent lesson for undisciplined teenagers... The parents should

more often think of that... My father plunged a hand in my hair and trailed me in the chair.

The barber called to my father: if you want, so that he does not forget the punishment, we can

leave him all the afternoon in the chair awaitting his cut... Made your shopping, takes your time

and returns towards the closing of the shop, I will cut his hair when you return...

While he spoke with my father, he covered me with a large blue cape, and tightened my neck with

a white neck duster. He combed my hair hard by firmly holding my head with its other hand. My

father said: you are right, leave it like that until the end of the afternoon, with his hair which falls

on his face... he is ridiculous like that, and it is very well for him ! Then my father left the shop

and and I remained alone with the barber. I was terrified.

With each new customer, the barber explained why I was in the chair and that my hair would be

cut when my father would return. When I raised a little my head, the barber came towards me with

his comb, combed all my hair on my face, and it pressed on my head so that my chin touches my

chest. All the afternoon, I was humiliated like that in front of customers, and some of them asked

whether they could see my haircut. The barber answered: no problem, on the contrary, more

this haircut will be humiliating more the father of this teenager will be content. He wants to punish

his son and that his son remembers it a long time!`

Three customers remained to await the return of my father and to see my haircut. They was 3 old

men. While waiting, they spoke about the delinquency and the need for the corporal punishments

for certains young men disobeying.

Time passing, I wanted to urinate and I asked to the barber if I could go to the toilets. It said to

me : `not, my boy, it was necessary to think of it front, urinate in your trousers if you want, it is

your problem, me I know only one thing : you do not go down from the chair before your


My father returned to the shop around 6 p.m. past an half, with my two young brothers. My father

said : so that they will see his punishment and will learn how to obey our father.

Everyone sat down and my father said to the barber that the haircut could start. The barber

rectified my head, still combed me, a long time, and it started to cut long pieces of hair around my

ears with scissors. There was a heavy silence in the shop; and only sharp snap of the scissors

which cut my hair.

The barber made all the turn of my head like that, by raising the wicks of hair with his comb and

while cutting all that exceeded. The more it crossed, the more I felt to become again little boy.

During all my haircut, I kept my eyes lowered under my long fringe which touched my chin now.

The barber cut very short my hair all around my head, giving off my ears and my nape, but he did

not cut my fringe.

The barber took the mechanical clippers, posed the clippers on my neck to go up them very high

towards the top of my head. At this time, all my body was shaken tremors. I said that I was going

to urinate in my trousers, everyone had to laugh in the shop, and I urinated!!! A long moaning

left my mouth. My father rose to give me a slap, but the barber stopped him and said to him that

it was not my fault. My father remained upright beside the chair until the end of my haircut.

The barber turned the chair and, one more time, combed my bangs to my chin. Then, it took

again the scissors and cut in two times all my bangs above my eyebrows. Then, with the clippers,

he went went from my face to my nape of the neck. Many pieces of hair stuck on my face. I could

now see the 3 customers and my 2 brothers who looked at me. I felt to redden of shame.

The barber passed the clippers everywhere on my head, and at the end I did not have any more

a hair of the whole. My haircut finished, my father said to me to return to the house. and to go to

my bed.

It was the continuation and the end of my humiliation: I had to cross all the village with my new

haircut and my trousers wet by my urine... When I returned, I washed my legs and I went in my


After that, I never forgot this punishment, and I have never to spend again the night outside

without the authorization of my parents !!!

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