Summer children's camp 1971. - part 3 by Domko

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I recommend reading the first two parts: Summer children's camp 1971.
My name is Erick, I am 10 years old, I live only with my mother. My mother introduced me to her colleague who had two sons John is 13 years old and Leo is younger than me and he is 9 years old. At the end of the school year, my mother forced me to go with her colleague and his sons for a short, unfashionable haircut at Clements barber shop. A few days later, all three of us went to summer camp. After returning from camp we got another short haircut at Clements barber shop. Later it was another short haircut. I told my friends that I only have short hair during the holidays because it's warm and then I'll have long hair again.
I tried to convince my mother that I could have long hair again. But a few days before the start of the school year, she told me to wait for her when she left work at an agreed place. I asked if John and Leo would be there too. She answered yes. I knew their father would take us to Clements barber shop. The next day, however, I did not go to the meeting with my mother as she ordered. I returned home in the evening. She was very angry, I said that I forgot about the meeting and I wanted her to grow my hair again.
On Friday, I learned that her colleague and his sons will come to us on Saturday morning. I didn't like them coming to us at all. I was afraid they would come for me and we would go to Clements barber shop.
It was about 9 o'clock when his mother's colleague arrived with John and Leo. Both were freshly shorn, so I began to rejoice that I had managed without a haircut.
Well, when my mother's colleague saw me, he yelled at me that I was a bad boy and when I was supposed to come to meet my mother, I didn't come and therefore I should be severely punished. He asked his mother for the biggest pot. He grabbed me by the short hair on my temple bone and lifted me up. I yelped in pain. He pulled me by the hair and pulled me into the room. He bent me over my knee, pulled off my sweatpants, gripped me tightly and started hitting me on my bare ass with a wooden spoon, once on one half of the ass, then on the other. I screamed in pain, cried, begged for forgiveness. I wanted to break out of captivity, but the pressure of my mother's colleague was even greater. When the spanking was over, he sent me to the wall where I had to kneel with my bare ass. After a while they came to my room to see my red ass after being spanked.
After about 10 minutes of kneeling, my mother came to me and said that I should get dressed and follow them to the kitchen.
My mother's colleague was sitting at the table, when he saw me he called me over and said in a stern voice that I would address him as Mr. Gordon. Then he handed me a sealed envelope and the money. He told me that now I will go to Clements barbershop, when I arrive I will give the barber an envelope and behave properly, because you will get another beating.
I went to the barbershop with tears in my eyes. As instructed, upon arrival and greeting, I handed the envelope to Mr. Clements. He took off his glasses and began to read the message from Mr. Gordon. He looked at me sternly. He took a high wooden children's chair, turned it so that I was facing the wall. I couldn't even see the mirror or the people waiting on the waiting chairs. Then he told me to climb on the chair. Before continuing to cut the older man's hair, he told everyone present that I am a bad boy, I am not doing what my mother ordered me to do and therefore I will be severely punished. All the older guys agreed that I needed to be punished. But they didn't know how my ass was burning and how bad it was for me to sit on a hard chair.
When the barber finished cutting the elderly gentleman, he told the men in the waiting chairs to excuse him so he could attend to me for a moment. He wrapped me in a sheet and started cutting my hair first on the top of my head, then on the back of my head and on both sides. I didn't see myself, so I don't know what kind of haircut Mr. Clements did for me today. My hands were tangled under the sheet, so I couldn't pull them out and run them over my head. When the barber finished my haircut, he told me to sit still and wait for the haircut to be completed. Then the barber continued to cut the men in the waiting chairs. When the barber shop emptied and there were no more customers Mr. Clements said he would finish my haircut now.
He wet my head, took a small container and used a brush to create a lather, which he then applied to my head. He took a sharp razor and began to scrape the foam off his head. When he finished scraping, he wiped the remaining foam from his head on a towel. Then he applied a liquid with the typical smell of products used in barbershops to his head. When I was freed from the sheet, I thanked Mr. Clements and jumped off the chair. When I went to pay for the haircut, I looked in the mirror. I saw my head there without hair. I ran my hands over my head. It was completely smooth.
I ran home crying. Upon arrival, Mr. Gordon checked me thoroughly. Erick, I hope that's punishment enough for you. He ran his hand all over my head, smiled and said. Your head is as smooth as a baby's butt. Your mother and I agreed that we would all meet every weekend. I will watch your behavior and I will be as strict with you as I am with John and Leo. You will be like my third son.
I started the school year bald. I was the only one in school without hair.

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