Punishment Haircut by Random Gay Dude

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**Author's note**
I had a steamy scene here originally but decided to cut it out, still should be very enjoyable
Hope you guys like this! Crazy that my last story was 6 years ago, I've matured so much since then but my writing's practically the same. If it helps you guys, I based the client's hair on my own except a little shorter, so you could imagine how I felt writing this ;)

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"But Dad, I don’t need it!"
"Listen, Connor! I leave the house to you for one night and I find you smoking! Honestly, I could do way worse than a haircut, so you should be thankful I’m light on punishment here!"

While sweeping up discarded hairs of a trimmed crew cut, the sound of bickering just outside my shop piqued my interest. I went over to the dispute and tried to pitch in.

"Woah, what’s wrong here?"

"I caught my son smoking, so I brought him here to get him a good chop. I swear, it’s those friends of his that influenced this mop. I hate it!"
"I told you, I already learned my lesson! My hair’s perfectly fine the way it is right now!"

That was quite a lie for him to tell. From the looks of it, he was maybe 21 years old? Definitely a college student, around my age. He seemed rather plain, sporting a baggy sweatshirt and ripped jeans. However, his hair diverted my attention from everything else. It was definitely long, his shaggy, black locks reaching past his collar. He could seriously use a good cut, with his bangs covering his eyes and hair shielding his neck and ears.

"I’d be happy to shear him up for you!", I exclaimed. This was a rare opportunity, getting free reign to do whatever I want to such a thick head of hair.

"Thank you. I’ll be back in half an hour. I don’t wanna see him with anything longer than a buzz cut."
"But please, I promise I won’t do it again! Just let me keep my hair and--"
"No ‘buts’! What you did was simply inexcusable, use this as a lesson to never bring shame upon our family once more!"

After glaring down his son until he stepped back into the shop, the father whirled around to me.

"Please, listen to my instructions and we’ll be alright. Thank you, and see you in half."

And with that, he stormed away. Connor reluctantly removed his sweatshirt, his tresses dangling afterwards. I ushered Connor into an empty seat, which he walked over to and plopped into wordless. I was lucky no one else was present aside from us, or it would’ve been really awkward.

I went up to him and put my hands on his shoulders, trying to ease the tension. "So…what hair you’ve got here, huh?"
"Y-yeah…I mean, I like it long. It’s cool."
"And so is…smoking, from what I’ve heard?"
"...I mean…I guess not…"
"Ah, so you’ve learned your lesson?"

It was fun teasing clients sometimes. Seeing him perk up from that statement, eyes gleaming at my reflection in the mirror, hair shaking slightly as he peered up.

"Yeah! I mean, it’s kind of obvious now, I won’t do it again! Does that mean you’ll let me out without a haircut?"

I pulled a cape from the side and waved it up and around Connor’s body, letting it fall onto his body as his smile slowly dropped.

"Now, let’s not go too far. I have a business to run, and your father has a son to discipline. How are you gonna learn without a little sacrifice, y’know?"


I fastened the cape around his neck. I chose a white cape so the locks would contrast as much as possible after being severed.

"I-I guess…", he replied solemnly. I mean, I wouldn’t cut his hair against his wishes if I wasn’t ordered to by his father. But I have a job to run and hair to cut! Plus, with a head of hair like this, how could I not enjoy it?

I combed his hair with a fine toothed comb. The teeth were lost in his hair with each brush, merely pushing sections of his hair around. I combed the back and sides of his hair down to smooth them out, which didn’t change much. His hair still stuck out, bulky sections of hair all around. I decided to just comb his bangs down, which reached his chin.

"My, got quite the head of hair here, hm?"
"I try to keep it nice, even if it is pretty long."
"Just pretty long? You’ve got a whole helmet here, mister."

I comb the bangs thoroughly, before reaching for the scissors in my pocket. I position the scissors just above his eyebrows â€" a solid 4 inches of thick, black hair to be chopped off.

"How’s this much?"

He gulped nervously. I could sense the panic starting to fill his body.

"T-That short? What about a little lower, is that possible?"
"Well…"

I didn’t hesitate to open the blades and slip the bangs into the scissors. He got the answer; I snapped them shut, crunching slowly through his bangs. I snipped across, slowly, letting the bangs fall down his face and onto his lap. 4 inch long chunks of hair, his hair, falling into his vision. I snapped the final bit of bang off, letting him stare at his severed hair, once blocking his face, now discarded. I reached down and lifted the chunk of hair.

"Wow, you had all this on you! Glad we finally got rid of that mess, huh?"

He just looked at me, shocked. The action seemed to be processing in his mind, his lack of bangs not being registered yet. I drizzled the cut hairs back onto the cape and put the scissors back in my pocket, reaching around for a pair of clippers lying on the table. He saw this and shivered.

"Wh-what are you gonna do with those?"
"Ah, relax. Your dad said nothing but a buzzcut, but I’ll let you off easy with a high n’ tight. Leaves some room to style on top, y’know?"

I pushed his head down gently. He was cute, like a whimpering dog, taking whatever I did to him. I removed the guard from the clippers, then used my comb to lift the hair at the base of his neck. It really was thick hair, that bunch covering his nape barely going into the comb. I placed the clippers at his neck, and turned them on.

"Ready, son?"

He just looked down, which I took as acceptance. I slowly drove the clippers up and up, a thick clump of hair piling atop the clipper, leaving an incredibly short stubble in its wake. As it reached his crown, I lifted the clippers away, tilting them so the cut hair fell down into his lap. It was fun watching his eyes widen at the sheer amount of hair raining down onto his lap. I repeated this clipping motion across the back of his head, a loud crunching sound filling the air as more and more locks were being severed.

I wrapped around to the right of his head, lifting hair covering his ear. "God, so much hair…you take good care of it, but it’s just so much."

Before he could respond, I drove the clippers through the lifted locks from the sideburn up, stopping just by where his hair naturally parted. I cleaned up this side of his head and repeated for the other side. The clippers kept on mowing away at the hair, swaths of his wool cascading down, some reaching his lap while others landed softly on the floor or stayed at his neck. By the time I had clipped up the back and sides fully, the floor was already coated in a layer of shed hair, clumped up in thick bunches.

"How does it feel?" I say, lightly rubbing the back of his head.

"Uhm…new, I guess…What about the top?"
"I was just getting to that! Glad you got the spirit."

He seemed to roll his eyes at my quip; I think he was getting used to this haircut already. I grabbed the spray bottle and spritzed some on his hair, using my comb to run through the top of his head. Aside from those severed bangs, the top was clearly the longest of his hair, reaching a solid 5 inches. I combed this hair down, still reaching over his face and down to his chin. God, this was gonna be fun.

I took a long section of hair, inspecting it. Very thick, slightly wavy, jet black. Using the severed bangs as a guideline, I made the first snip with my scissors. A 5 inch long thicket of hair fell down to his lap. It’s wet, gleaming and coarse. I continue around the top of his head, shearing away at long, overgrown strands of his hair, bringing it all down to a uniform length with a barrage of wet snipping sounds filling the air. There was just so much hair, I would lift and snip for a minute and barely make a dent on his hair. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally cut off the whole top of his hair. Clumps of wet hair were littered all across his cape. I could’ve blown dried the hair from before off his cape, but I figured it’d be more fun to leave it there with the rest of his hair. It was fun teasing this guy, he just looked so scared.

I put the scissors down and reach for the clippers again, now set on blending the back and sides with the top. I used some crafty work with the clippers over comb, small pellets of hair being chopped off with each swipe. These fell into the piles of hair already formed, and pretty soon his transformation was practically complete. I scooped a dollop of styling gel from a container and squashed it in my fingertips, running it through his hair. I used my comb to slick back the inch length hair left, raising it slightly by the front.

I blow dried the hair off his cape, letting it all pile on the floor. There was just so much shorn hair on the floor, completely covering the floor. I let Connor survey the damage, lifting the cape up. He instinctively reached up, feeling the sides of his hair. Stubble, slightly lengthening up to the top of his head. He touched the hair on top, bouncing slightly.

"...Wow…"

He couldn’t really say anything else. He seemed shocked, but not appalled, by the change. That’s how these guys are â€" long haired fanatics till they get a good shearing. The feeling of short hair isn’t understood ‘til experienced.

"You’ll get used to it, alright? Maybe you’ll even enjoy it!"
"You’re right, sir."

He already seemed obedient, and just in time as his dad walked back into the store, calmer than before but not fully cooled off. I turned the chair to face his son towards him, and he smiled, evidently pleased by the change.

"Wow, you really took him down! Not a buzzcut, but he’s actually handsome. Good going, sir."
"Ah, it was my pleasure, mister. Your son was surprisingly good during the haircut! No fuss, did as I was told."
"Really!?" the father exclaimed. "Well, that haircut sure changed him! I’ll bring him back here regularly if you don’t mind."
"Of course! Maybe drop him by when his hair gets unruly again. See if his behavior’s really changed."

Connor hopped off the chair, looking at me with more cheerful eyes than when he started. I think the haircut was already growing on him.

"Thank you for the haircut, sir," he said, head almost bowing to me. His hair didn’t move an inch, the gel keeping it stiffly in place.

"My pleasure, boy. Come again soon!" I winked at him before he went to his father, and the two left the shop, much more cooperatively than when they entered.

After they were out of sight, I went ahead with the rest of the day, no notable cuts happening. At closing, I turned the sign and closed the blinds, sliding into one of the barber chairs and looking at the mirror. My bangs were slightly damp with sweat, the hair by my collar curling slightly. I really looked hot right now…

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