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When Dad got Mad (True Story!) by Jake

There I was, sitting in a waiting chair of Roger's barbershop. As a 17 year old with chestnut brown hair to my eyebrows, it was clear that this was my first experience, at least in a considerable amount of time, in an old fashioned barbershop. Despite my nerves, I actually felt slighty relaxed. The sound, smell, and overall warm and intimate feeling of the place was actually quite comforting. The shop was small, with only one chair, but it wasn't busy. A man in his late 50's or early 60's, who I assumed to be Roger, was cutting a man's hair. Watching the clippers glide up the back and sides of the gentleman's head kept me in an almost trance-like state, with my mind focused on nothing except the barber completing his work. Another man was also waiting. He appeared to be about the same age as the barber. After a short while, the man in the chair stood up with a fresh, short business man's cut, had some small talk with the barber, paid, and began talking to the other gentleman waiting.
The barber, Roger, turned to me with a friendly grin and said, "You're next!" For the first time since I'd walked through the barbershop door, I actually thought about what I was here to do and why.
I could hear my father's voice in my head yelling, "Don't even BOTHER trying to come back in this house until your hair is as short as I want it!"
We'd gotten in another fight.
The day before I had a friend over named Chris. Chris was one of those people who just seemed to be perfect at everything. He did well in school. He, like me, was active in the drama department, but unlike me, he was also a player on football team in the fall and played soccer in the spring. He had a great girlfriend whom every guy wanted, and he was never seen looking less than his best, which meant keeping his golden hair in a short and tidy buzzcut: a number 2 on the back and sides and a number 3 on top, as he once told me. We'd been friends since we were young and my father LOVED to compare me to him. He'd always say, "Why don't you do that like Chris" or "Chris would never say something like that to his father" or "I bet Chris isn't having problems with that teacher."
After Chris left my house that day, my dad started up with his comments.
"Chris sure is a great kid. You should strive to be more like him."
"Well if you like him so much why don't you just ask HIM to be your son instead of me?!" I screamed back at him, "Gosh, it's like nothing I EVER do will earn your respect like he has."
"Well it would be a heck of a lot easier to respect you if you did what I ask of you!"
"What you ask of me?! No! The issue here is that you'll never be satisfied until I'm a picture perfect football jock with great grades, a hot girlfriend, and a buzzcut!"
"Well, you KNOW I can't stand that hair of yours!" he replied. I knew this was ture. He had made many comments in the past. "Getting rid of that mop wouldn't be a bad change!"
"I'm NOT going to cut off this 'mop' just to make you happy and look like a f**king Chris clone!"
Dad stared at me with a somewhat shocked and cold look in his eye. He HATED curse words. Not cursing was always his number one rule.
"...What did you say!?"
"I... I'm sorry," I started to mutter, but he put up his hand to stop me.
"Come with me!" he roared.
I followed him upstairs to his room.
"Drop your pants and bend over."
I did ask he asked and squeezed shut my eyes in fear. I remember hearing this command when I was younger. If I ever disrespected him, this was his favorite treatment. I heard him walk up behind me. For a moment it was silent, then Twack! The stick his my rear end with enough force that I began to tear up, he repeated this about eight more times, and finally told me to pull up my pants. He grabbed my wrist and brought me down stairs, saying, "Perhaps that will teach you how to speak in your father's presence."
I silently nodded. As we reahed the bottom of the stairs.
"Now," he continued, "I'm making some changes around here. You clearly can't be trusted in making decisions on your appearence, so I suppose I'll have to do that for you. I don't care what barbershop you go to, but your getting that hair cut off today! Like Chris'! I don't care if you look like a 'Chris clone'. At least HE looks respectable"
He opened the front door and pushed me out.
"Don't even BOTHER trying to come back in this house until your hair is as short as I want it!" he yelled at me, and slammed the door.
"Young man? You're next!" the barber said, bringing me back to reality.
I got up and followed him and took a seat in his chair. I shifted uncomfertably in the seat; my bottom still hurt from the "lesson" my dad taught me.
Roger put a paper strip around my neck, clipped on the cape, and began combing through my hair. "You've got quite a lot of hair, son. How are we cutting you it today?"
"My dad..." my voiced cracked from my dry throat. "My dad told me to get a buzzcut. A number 2 on the sides and back and a 3 on top. He doesn't like my long hair."
"That's quite a short haircut," he replied. "Well, don't be angry with your father. Whatever he wants you to do is probably for the best. Besides, it's getting warmer every day, and you'll want short hair in the summer."
I hadn't thought about it this way, and though I didn't want to admit it, this was true.
"Let's begin" Roger said as he sprayed his clipper blades with something, and snapped on a gaurd. He turned me away from the mirror and said, "Just relax. You'll look great," and pushed my chin to my chest. He placed the clippers on the back of my neck, and pushed them up my head. Instantly, I could feel the breeze on the back of my head. He continued clipping the back of my head. He then proceeded to pull my head to left, so he could buzz the right side of my head, and he pushed my ear foward to buzz behind it. He then did the same on the other side. After completing the back and sides of my head, he stopped the clippers and turned toward his counter to switch the guard. While he was doing this, I looked over at the others in the shop. At some point another man had entered the barbershop, and I noticed that all eyes were on me and the transformation that was occuring on my head. I felt a little awkward, especially because I was still faced away from the mirror and had no idea what I looked like. I had little time to think about it though, because Roger came back to the chair. He put his hand on my forehead, slid my bangs back, and plunged the clippers into my hairline, clipping a stripe down the center of my head. He continued making this passes back across my head, until I was completely shorn. He turned off the clippers, and grabbed another pair to fix my back hair line and sideburns. Before I knew it, I was being powdered down, and the cape was unclipped.
With a smile Robert asked, "Are you ready to see the new you?"
I nodded, and he spun me around. My jaw almost hit the floor. I couldn't believe how different I looked. Eyerything about my face somehow looked different. I reached up to feel it and feeling the fuzzy buzzcut compared to my longer locks was a bizzare sensation.
After staring in the mirror for a while, I stepped down off the chair, and went to the counter to pay.
As I walked up, the men waiting all started giving compliments.
"Quite the nice change, young man," one said."
"Great work, Roger!" exclaimed another. They all nodded and commented in agreement."
"Alright, alright, boys!" Roger responded with a smile.
I tried to give him the money for my haircut but Roger insisted that this one was on him, as long as I promised to come back and see him the get trimmed up. I told him I'd be thrilled to come back and I'd see him soon.

Comments
I agree. Military dads are much stricter than most dads. Spankings were brutal if you were disrespectful in any way or if you failed to follow orders. Buzz cuts were the only choice for hair style and those were given frequently.
Forgetting or omitting the use of "sirs" and "ma`ams" were grounds for corporal punishment. My friends who had civilian dads had it a lot easier.
by Tyler on 25 Jun 2024
Butchwax would embarrass him more.
by Butchme on 22 Nov 2022
Hah, nice story. At the moment, I’m doing nothing but wishing that my life wasn’t just like that. A few days ago, my father snapped, and told me to either get a real haircut, or he’d buzz my head down to a one. Of course, I hated the latter option. In fact, the thought of loosing my shield of hair frightened me. So, I dragged myself to a modern barbershop and had my shoulder length locks cut into a floppy, eyebrow length situation. When I returned home, my father was furious, and screamed that, "to call that a real haircut would be an insult to every hardworking man in America." He proceeded to pull me into the garage, where it seemed he’d expected this outcome, for a pair of guard-less clippers were sitting on a fold-out chair. He shaved my head roughly, yet slowly, as if he was taunting me, and once all my remaining hair was on the floor, he shaved the stubble with his shaving razor, because my punishment wasn’t severe enough. Now, he’s threatening to shave it every morning until the first snow falls on the ground.
by A New Member Of The Shaved-Club on 16 Jun 2022
It was the early 70's. I was home alone and went to my mom & dad's room, I put on my mom's granny panties, white bra, pantyhose, slip, a panty girdle and
a long cotton house dress that she wore. I had just finished when I heard laughing. I turned around and there was my mom.I couldn't move she walked me to the garage put a chair in the middle and using some of my dads belts she secured me to the chair. I was crying because I knew when the door opened my dad would be pulling in. seemed like hours then the door opened he went crazy, he removed the belts, had me stand up and pull up my dress & slip over my head, he then used one of the belts to spank me, I cried and cried. When he was finished I was placed in the back seat of the car and told not to move. We drove a bit and ended up at a barber shop. He grabbed my hand and led me into the shop, it was late but still busy. It had 5 chairs & 4 barbers, no one was using the middle chair.My dad loudly told everyone how much of a sissy I was and had me parade around lifting up my dress to show what I was wearing. My butt was slapped, hair pulled, called a sissy and one man put me over his knee and spanked me.I was placed in the middle chair on a booster seat, and something like seat belts were put on me so I couldn't move.I thought I was cried out but we they told me I was getting my head shaved I started balling.The oldest barber there, a big guy got behind me took his clippers and a very loud crack they were roaring. The one that spanked me took his hand squeezed my face while the barber plowed the clippers through my very thick hair, I couldn't move, the man squeezing my face kept calling me sissy boy.They spun me around to see and my head was clean, then the shaving cream & razor, eyebrows everything was gone, just shiny white head boy dressed like a girl.I was let out of the chair, the men & barbers, no one had left, all rubbed my head and swatted my bottom, last a few of the men held me tight and my dad wrote SISSY across my mouth with a black marker.
My hair grew a little but every Saturday I had to put on my moms clothes go to the barbershop and get a burr.
by barbered on 07 Jun 2022
These thing have been going on for years. I was given the clippers all over every week the school never said a thing because it was normal for me to look like it.Summer holidays I got wet shaves, my clothes were lockup, I had 2x nylon pt shorts, t-s**ts
and flip-flops and trainers. That was it, regardless of weather or any event.I now, many years later, still have no hair and wear shorts most of the time!
by suffolkcolin on 11 Apr 2022
My dad treats us like soldiers. Yes we have mandatory buzz cuts and military manners are a must. Yes sir, no sir, yes ma’am, no ma’am are enforced at all times.
by Danny on 10 Mar 2021
My dad has decided that he thinks I need to have better manners and to show respect. He’s now forcing me and my brother to answer with yes sir or no sir. I hate this but he won’t change his mind. I kept on forgetting to use sir and ma’am so now he’s making me get a buzz cut like the military. I am so pissed off.
by Anon on 23 Dec 2020
I received punishment buzz cuts whenever my dad thought I was being disrespectful or disobedient. Punishments included spankings, grounding, and horrible buzz cuts which were all administered by my military father. My friends would ask, " Hey Colton, you are almost bald. What did you do now to piss your dad off." Usually it was for smarting off, not answering with yes sir or no sir or yes ma’am. Sometimes for coming home 2 minutes late. Most kids from military families grow up much more strict.
by Colton Thomas on 23 Jun 2020
My dad is in the military and growing up we had lots of rules in our house. All responses to any adult had to include either the word sir or ma’am. Buzz cuts for the boys every other week were mandatory and were given by dad in the garage. Neatness was everything. Shirt stains were not tolerated so we had to wear a paper napkin tucked in our shirt collars during meals. This way our shirts stayed free of food stains. We were also drilled on current events at the dinner table. We were expected to keep up with current events by reading the newspaper every day. Any show of disrespect got us the razor strap on our rear-ends or a slap across the mouth. I’m 23 now and out of college. I will not be that strict with my kids although I did learn a lot about discipline and respect from my parents.
by Jackson T on 04 Jun 2020
Never give up is the only secret to your dreams
by MillAdams on 26 May 2020
When you are angry, close your mouth, lest you increase your anger
by CottonAnderson on 26 May 2020
When you are angry, close your mouth, lest you increase your anger
by HardAusten on 26 May 2020
I think, this kind of father can destroy the life of his son
by Yannbres on 18 May 2020
My dad forces me to get a buzz cut every 2 weeks. He is very strict. I have to say yes sir and no sir to him all the time. IHe also makes me say yes ma’am and no ma’am to my mom.
by Tyler on 15 Jan 2020
Should tell his old man that he's a rotten, sadistic cruel prick and add that the sooner he dies the better and leave for good.
by noway on 22 Sep 2019
I know I’m a bit late but I’ve seen this story before and I have to say your dad is a f***ing asshole. I wouldn’t even come back. I would pack my s**t and leave. I would give him my middle finger and tell him to shove it up his ass.
by Idk on 21 Sep 2019
Great. Love that dad spanked him hard on the bare butt. He probably should of been smacked a bit longer. And since he cried he should have been put in diapers and treat him like the baby he was. He should of had to get a shorter buzzcut to really shape up.
by Baby buzz boy on 01 Oct 2018
So unfair, glad u like it p though!
by JoePenrice on 16 Feb 2016
Excellent.
by Anon on 18 Mar 2015
what a cruel cruel father making u do this and i bet u did not like this haircut not even once
by u on 16 May 2014
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by n on 15 May 2014
What a cruel father!I glad my dad isn't like that!
by anon on 31 Jan 2013
sounds good oi usually thing men look better in short~medium lenth haircuts. nice hairdresser btw
by dont want to tell u on 14 Aug 2012
Great Story! I usually I dislike short buzzcuts, but glad you are happy!
by Uhh yeah, you don't need to know :) on 03 Aug 2012
i bet u hated it
by me on 31 Jul 2012
Excelent transformation story! It was expected you will love the buzz cut, but I liked the framework story and the description of your haircut!
by Cute boy on 19 Jul 2012