Uncle Charles Part III: Shine by elliottrainbow

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The summer continued...I was up at 5:00 a.m. each day for an hour of exercise before a full day of chores on the farm. Uncle Charles stuck to his word about teaching me discipline by having me wear his old fatigue pants and t-shirt for exercises. I was instructed to not speak unless spoken to by my uncle or Mr. Smith, the town barber. I was told to answer any questions put to me by customers in the barbershop and to speak loudly and clearly and of course to begin and end each sentence with Sir. I went to the barbershop with Uncle Charles every Saturday for a clipper head shave and by myself on Tuesday at 5:00 p.m. I would sweep the barbershop and then get in the chair for a head shave. About a month into this routine my uncle fell and sprained his shoulder. The following Saturday we went to the barbershop as usual. Uncle Charles told Mr. Smith it was time to start using the lather and razor for my head shave. Mr. Smith readily agreed. Uncle Charles asked him if he would administer my weekly paddling. Mr. Smith smiled and stated that he would be happy to oblige, but only if he could use the razor strop instead of a paddle. My uncle stated that was a great idea. Mr. Smith told me to drop my khakis and assume the position. I did as I was told, bending over to grab the edge of the barber chair. Mr. Smith advised me to count each lick and if I grunted, cried or messed up the count we would start over. This spanking was the most intense I had received. Mr. Smith sure knew how to use the razor strop to maximum effect! After we finished he ordered me into the barber chair. My uncle pulled out the familiar pack of Levi Garrett and filled my cheek. Mr. Smith began the head shave by going over my head with his 00000 clippers, getting what little stubble on my head down to the scalp. He then lathered my head and shaved it with the straight razor. After this, he wiped my head off with a wet, warm towel. My uncle asked Mr. Smith if he was going to shave it against the grain and he smiled and nodded. He then did just that. As he was shaving my head against the grain my uncle stated that he thought I needed another taste of the razor strop for good measure. He then instructed Mr. Smith to give me ten more licks and to really make these count. After Mr. Smith finished shaving my head the second time he told my uncle he thought it would be a good idea to buff my scalp and make it shine. My uncle agreed, adding that my new form of discipline would be to be made to take the razor stop while looking at my shiny bald head in the mirror. Mr. Smith poured a liberal amount of baby lotion in his hand and slowly spread it all over my scalp. He then used a soft cloth to slowly buff my scalp until it reached a high shine. Mr. Smith pulled off the cape and I stood up. My uncle told me to stand at attention while he inspected Mr. Smith's handiwork. Satisfied with my head shave, my uncle told me to once again drop my pants. I did as I was told. My uncle sat down in the chair and told me to bend over and place my hands on the arms of the chair. Mr. Smith got behind me and instructed me on how to count off. My uncle told me to look in the mirror as Mr. Smith performed the second session with the razor strop. I was then made to stand at attention right in front of the chair while my uncle got his high and tight. Before Mr. Smith began my uncle's haircut, my uncle instructed me to hand him my spit cup. He advised me to use the spittoon that was placed on the floor. He further advised me that after I spit each time any sign of tobacco juice on my clothes would get me another session with the razor strop. I wound up getting two more sessions of ten licks each. For the rest of the summer I sported the shaved head, buffed to a great shine. Good ol' unc!

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