The First Clippering .Part 1. by manual-barber

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- Take your clothes off and come and sit here !- He pointed to the stool that was placed in front of the kitchen table. Blood rushed to my head and made me slightly dizzy as i got up from the couch. I quickly glanced over at Tara , the 16 yr. old who was sitting next to me. I was 3 yrs older and she was still in high school.Her family lived on a farm not far from were i was born. Her parents was a bit strick , especially her Dad. Her younger sister Dana was 13 at the time.
We have been together for almost 3 months now and i was intensely in love with her. Of middle height, well built with a protuding butt early developed for her age with smiling eyes and lovely heart shaped lips. Her brown hair went down to her shoulders with a small parting over to the right side. Oh yes,she was ever so sexy. She whispered,- hurry now, dad is waiting.( i will call him Dad here).

I felt my mouth go dry and nodded nervously at her. I entered the kitchen and slowly began to undress. The jeans first then the t-shirt and socks. I stood there in just my panties wondering what have i gotten myself into here? Then i took two shaky steps and sat down. In front of me on the table was a red plastic box with his cutting utensils. He lifted out 3 different manual clippers, acouple of scissors , combs and a can of lubricating oil. Her mother, ( i will call her Mom.) took out an brownish rain cape from a closet and handed it to Dad. He grabbed it, draped it over my shoulders and fastened it tightly around my neck. This old well used cape once was used by her mom and now served as a cutting cape. It had stains of old sweat and perfume and tiny hair clippings still clung to it, with a noticeable odor of PVC.
I could only imagine how many boys and girls ( yes, he did moms and young girls who needed a serious cut too ! ) had sat here in this kitchen dressed in this cape nervously awaiting what was going to happen to their hair once he started clipping them. But one thing was for certain, it would always be short !
As he stood with his back to me i saw him pick up one of the old clippers and oil it from the can. He grabbed a comb with the other hand.
He held them up in front of me squeezing the handles in the air, like a last warning : your long hair days are over ! "
I felt my throat thicken and my mouth dry. There was silence as he came to my right side, placed his free hand on top of my head and bent it over to left.
- Now you sit completely still for me and get this haircut over ! I could only nod cautiously.
Then i felt the cold steel against the skin on my cheek.
-Sit still now ! Oil from the clipper blades sticks to my skin.
With quick movements of the arms of the clipper i felt the blades move quickly and relentlessly up in front of my right ear. A tuft of clipped hair fell on my shoulder and slides silently down the smooth plastic and collects in my PVC covered lap. He runs the hand clipper further up to the temples before lifting it , shaking the cut hair off them and starts another pass up the side of my head.
I notice that Mom has sat down at the kitchen table eagerly following my humiliating process. She has a playful smile and nods her head at me, saying , - so there you are at last, it`s a long time since Dad talked to Tara about getting you a serious haircut. There is no going back now and there will be many haircuts from now on as i understand. Your first skinning is always brutal but you will get used to it eventually. Tara was not happy but we talked her into letting Dad clipper you close, she will love you anyways.
I froze and shivered a little. In a mixture of shame and excitement. I had been daydreaming and secretly hoping for this day to happen after i met her. And now it was reality !

Click, click, click, the erotic sounds of the manual clippers sounded very loud in my ears and i started to get hot and aroused. He moved slightly to the left of me , with one foot between my knees he straightens my head a little and runs the clipper over and up over my left ear all the way to the top of my head. Masses of hair clippings collect on my shoulders and slides into my lap and down on the kitchen floor. Gathering in small piles already. He is bent over me and i feel his breath against my face.
I am sweating profusely under the PVC cape now. He straightens my head again and moves to my right. At the same time i try to change postion on the stool as he bends my head down.
- no, sit still - he warns sharply. My bottom is damp my arousal are rising, Fortunatly my crotch is covered by the plastic cape.
Now he moves the hand clipper with regular movements up in front of my left ear and after a while it is clipped to the skin just like the right side. How long am i able to endure this ?
- Oh , you look so much better already, mom pipes up.
- There is only your nape left to clipper close, she continues.
Suddenly Tara comes close to me, bends down a kisses my freshly clippered left temple. - Be a good boy and let Dad have his way with you. It will soon be over...for this time. She smiles and turn away. I don`t know if i can hold on much longer. Horny as i never been before.... to be continued

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