To Punish a Thief by CharlieBrown

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I work as a barber and own my own barbershop. Recently I hired a relative’s friend of mine who is pretty talented in his barbering skills; however, he is a felon who was imprisoned for robbing a person’s house; however, he was recently released from prison after he served his time. I was a bit hesitant when my relative asked me if I could give him a job as a barber in my shop. Although he is talented in his barbering skills I felt weary about hiring someone who was convicted of burglary. After my relative begged me to help his friend out I decided to meet him and see his skills upclose. The recently released prisoner is named Karasu, and I let him cut the hair of a mannequin. Karasu gave the mannequin an excellent quiff, so I ignored my better instincts and hired him.
Karasu has been working for me for a month but in the last couple of days I noticed that the money in the cash register didn’t match the amount of money that was processed. I checked the receipts in my computer and discovered that there should have been one thousand dollars but there was only 500 dollars in the register. I checked the security camera which was tiny and hidden in the corner and I discovered that Karasu pocketed a lot of the cash. I knew that he’s been robbing me and that I should have trusted my instincts by not hiring a felon. When I went home I decided to confront Karasu and ask him if he would like me to call the police or face the consequences that I want to inflict on him. Just in case he chooses the latter I took a plastic bag with me and my personal clippers that I use to shave my ass, arm pits, and pubes.
When the following day ended and Karasu was closing up I decided to confront him, "Karasu, you do realize there is a hidden camera in the corner of the store that catches everything inside."
Karasu’s face instantly became pale as he stammered and asked, "What do you mean?"
I coldy replied to him, "I saw you stealing from my register."
Karasu’s face looked mortified as he begged me not to call the police because he just got out of prison and does not want to face an even longer prison sentence.
I stroked my chin and told him, "Very well but you will face a punishment from me. If you don’t want me to call the police then I suggest you sit in the barber’s chair."
Karasu breathed heavily as he sat on my barber chair and I caped him up. I could see Karasu trembling underneath the cape as he asked, "What are you going to do?"
I caressed his hair as I told him, "I’m going to shave all your hair off which means the hair on your head, your beard, your eyebrows, and even your eyelashes. Since you like to act like a s**t head, you will be a literal s**t head."
Karasu began crying; a grown man in his late twenties literally sniveling as his tears fell from his eyes. I gave him an option, "You can either sit here and become completely hairless or I could call the police. The option is yours."
Karasu sniveled some more before finally managing to croak out, "I’d rather be hairless than go back to prison."
I smiled, "Very well."
I pulled out my personal clippers and told him, "Clean clippers are only used for my customers who are good law abiding citizens. I will use my personal pair of clippers on you. These clippers are used to shave my ass, arm pits, and pubes. By the way I never clean them."
Karasu cried some more as I turned on my dirty clippers that had a few of my personal body hair still stuck on them. Poor Karasu, he’s a very handsome guy with a masculine face, neatly trimmed beard, 5 inches of jet black hair on top that is nicely gelled into a quiff, thick black eyebrows and long lashes. Unfortunately due to his stupidity he will lose all of that besides obviously his masculine face.
I placed the dirty clippers in the middle of his hairline and slowly moved the clippers back which revealed a path of tiny stubble that exposed his scalp. I placed my finger on the shorn path of his head and rubbed it. His shorn landing strip on his head felt so rough against my finger while a mere inch away was his soft, healthy, and well taken hair. I spat directly at the shorn strip of his head and rubbed my finger against it until all traces of my spit was rubbed into his scalp.
Karasu continued sobbing as my efficient dirty clippers continued to shave off his lush quiff into mere rough stubble. I began shaving the back of his head and I have to admit his head is beautifully shaped without any lumps. The back of his head had a nice curve that I could cup my hand on and grasp onto as I continued to deteriorate his lush quiff. I vigorously rubbed and patted his bald shorn head. I couldn’t get enough of listening to the stubble on his head being rubbed. It gave such an intoxicating sound as if I’m lightly rubbing sandpaper against a wall.
I laid my palm on his shorn head and aggressively tilted his head back as I began to shave away his beard. Then I grabbed his nose so I could better shave off his mustache. A few hairs fell into Karasu’s mouth as he tried to spit the hair in his mouth. I smacked Karasu’s bald shorn head and told him, "Spit into your hand if there’s hair inside your mouth!"
Karasu obediently got his hand out under the cape and began spitting on his hand. After he spat numerous times onto his hand he looked at me as if expecting me to give him a towel to wipe his hand. I laughed and coldly said, "Now wipe all that spit onto your worthless bald head."
Karsu frowned as he rubbed his hand wet with saliva against his shorn head. I tilted his head down and spat on the back of his head numerous times and began to rub the saliva onto his shorn head. Karasu’s prickly bald head was shiny from all the spit that was rubbed onto his head. I patted his shoulder and tauntingly told him, "This would have been the haircut you received if you went back to prison. What’s the point of leaving you like this would have been your appearance in prison. There’s more to your punishment. I need your bald head to be wet so I can shave you smooth."
I put my gloves on and led Karasu to the bathroom and told him, "Sink water is only used for customers. Place your head inside the toilet."
Karasu began crying again, "Please, I learned my lesson."
I raised my hand up, "Put your head in the toilet or I’ll have you arrested for stealing from me."
Karasu reluctantly knelt down as his face was above the toilet. I quickly dunked his head into the toilet and began rinsing his shorn head with toilet water before giving him a swirly. Karasu began coughing as his head finally reappeared from the toilet. I grabbed my plastic bag that I prepared for last night and led him back to the barbers chair.
Karasu looked like a convict with his head and beard shorn to a zero but soon he will look like a cancer patient when I’m done with him. Now that Karasu’s entire head was soaked in toilet water I applied shaving cream onto his head and his five O’clock shadow. I began scraping away his stubble which only left a light gray shadow. Then I began to apply shaving cream on his dark thick eyebrows and scraped all the hair off from his brows. I applied cheap after shave and smacked his bald head like a drum. It gave me great pleasure to smack his head like a drum, boom, boom, pow, boom, boom, pow.
Karasu winced each time I smacked his head before he frustratingly told me, "There’s no more hair left to shave. Can I go now?"
I laughed, "I told you I’m going to shave your eyelashes as well. You didn’t think I was joking did you?"
Karasu’s eyes glistened a bit as he was about to cry once more. I ordered him to close his eyes as I took out a tiny pair of scissors and snipped off his long lashes. After that I took out a pair of tiny clippers and shaved off the tiny nubs of his lashes. I told him to open his eyes as I caressed his bare scalp, his hairless brows, and shaven face.
I placed my palm on his smoothly shaven head and made him face the mirror as I tauntingly told him, "Look at yourself now! You don’t look like a handsome male model anymore. Now you look like a handsome cancer patient fresh from long sessions of chemo."
I stroked his shiny bald head as he began to cry once more. I reveled in the transformation I inflicted on him. His nose appeared to be larger and his eyes looked sunken in without his brows and lashes. I giggled at the fact that my dirty clippers that were used to shave my sweaty pubes, sweaty ass hair, and sweaty pits were used to shave his lush quiff.
I opened the plastic bag that I took from home which let out a horrible odor. Karasu began to gag, "What is that? It smells like s**t!"
I let out a devilish laugh, "It is! I told you since you acted like a s**t head you will be a literal s**t head!"
I scooped out the brown smelly substance and plopped it on his head. I began rubbing it all over his head, every bit of gray shadow that used to have head hair was now covered with the creamy brown substance. Karasu’s bald head smelled absolutely repulsive. Hopefully this will give Karasu a proper lesson that if you act like a s**t head you will become a s**t head. I turned the barber chair around so that Karasu could face me. Without a second thought I punched Karasu in his hairless face which made his lip bleed. Karasu yelped in pain as I ordered him to pick all his shaven hair from the floor and leave my store forever.
I threw away my dirty gloves as I would never touch toilet water or the brown substance with my bare hands but it looked wonderful on Karasu’s bald head. I adored the pathetic state of Karasu as he knelt down and picked up all of his shaven hair from the floor as his bald head was covered in the creamy brown substance that stank. I opened up the front door of the barbershop as Karasu scurried away with his smelly bald head and hairless face while holding onto his shorn locks. I never saw Karasu again but I’ll never forget the utter humiliation I inflicted on him after he stole 500 dollars from me. I say we’re even.

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