The First Clippering Part 2 by manual-barber

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This is the 2nd. part of First Clippering. My first language is not english so i will appologize for any misspellings and bad grammar. Thank You.


I am allowed to raise my head as he turns and pick up a pair of scissors and comb. Standing in front of me he lift hair from the top and cuts it off, he does that repeatedly. Chunks of my thick blond hair tumbles to the floor. He moves around me and cuts scissors over comb until he seemed to be satisfied with his handywork.
He brushes off hairclippings clinging to the collar of the cape and take the smaller clippers, (0000 gauge ) oils it liberally and moves the handles in the air, saying, - .." bend your head and tighten your neck muscles for me !" I feel his hand on top of my head forcing it abruptly forward utill my chin touches my plastic covered chest.
- This clipper might tug a little but have to put up with it, i use it regularly on Moms and others napes too. So don`t move !
It is dead serious now, the back of my head will be clipped to the bone ! I tremble and shivers a little as the dreaded metallic instrument touches the lower part of my neck.
I look down gazing at the hair that has already been clipped off of my head. When i sat down on the kitchen stool, just 15 minutes ago, it was below my ears and touching the collar of my shirt. I needed a cut, yes, but now i was in for a stark Short Back & Sides cut .
The clattering of the clippers going clack, clack, clack gained the attention of Tara and Mom who stared continuosly at Dad`s denuding of my nape from behind me. Passing the occipital bone he lifted the blades away from my head, flicking cuttings of hair off before starting a new path up to the top of my skull.
The feeling of the cold steel blades against my skin was so intense like nothing i have experienced before. Tara moved a step closer and i sensed her perfume. Not before long it tugged behing my left ear. I squirmed and tried to turn my head away from the machine, but i was sternly told to not to. -
- "no no, stop, keep still i`m not finished with you yet, so , head down again."
Then suddenly Mom piped up again. - " yeah, it pulls when he freshens up my nape too, but i am kinda used to it". She laughs a little. He lowers the clippers to the bottom of my neck again touching the collar of the PVC cape, angling it to get the blades as close to my skin as possible. With rapid finger movements pressing the blades so deep into the skin it feels like shaving me. I try not to show my arousal for all to see. I start to breath heavily and sweat is dripping from my forehead. Mom and Tara are talking to Dad if he should continue clipping me closer. Mom wins and the shearing continues. Finished with the nape he steps in front of me and start to comb the rest of my front hair over my forehead, covering my eyes. His left arm grips my chin and lifts it up with his finger on each side of my jaw. The scissors are inserted under curtain of hair and quickly snips relentlessly across my forehead. The clippings flows over my nose, touches my lips and clings to my sweaty skin. The scissors are lifted higher and he cuts straight across again. Leaving me with severely short bangs...The humiliation is almost perfect ! ....to be continued

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