Aunt Beth by VSBaldy

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The summer of 1982 I was 14. I was the only child of a single mom. Father was never in the picture. We got by, but she was always working hard. In late August she was offered a career making opportunity to train as a head chef at a fancy place in the valley. This would require 6 months training abroad in France. So I was shipped off to my aunt Beth’s in the suburbs.

Beth was a stern and somewhat humourless women. No nonsense. She has close cropped brown hair, a little over weight, and always dressed very plainly.

"This is your room, after you put your things away come on out to the kitchen."

A few minutes later I was heading down the hall and stopped in my tracks when I saw on the kitchen table a set of Oster clippers and a cutting cape.

"Have a seat" she sternly said "if you’re staying here you will follow my rules. Rule number one: short hair. Every week I will be buzzing your hair." She then, rather severely whipped out the cape and gestured me to the chair.

"Oh Beth! This is bulls**t! No haircut for me!" I belligerently blurted out. She gave me a cold look, put down the cape, and before I knew it I was on her lap, my pants down and I was on the receiving hand on my first spanking. I was as shocked as I was humiliated and soon I was crying. Yes, crying like a baby from this relentless and merciless spanking.

"You will obey me and you will be getting your haircut. Now apologize and ask for a haircut!"

I barely caught my breath and had to submit.

"I’m sorry aunt Beth. Please cut my hair."

"Very good. Now sit." Her chilling demeanor returned, she caped me up, then lit a Virginia Slim 120 cigarette and turned on the clippers. Keeping the cig in the corner of her mouth she systematically mowed my hair. Beginning right at the forehead (my hair was collar length all round) I saw my bangs fall onto lap. The top was buzzed down with a number one. Left side: gone, right side: gone. Back: gone. I now possessed a super short crew cut. I began to get up thinking it was over.

"Oh no boy, because of your bad attitude I’m balding you." She ashed her cigarette, placed it back in her mouth, then covered my head in shaving cream. As she was shaving me bald she said "Yup, your attitude won you instead of weekly buzzes to daily baldings. Welcome to my house, my rules, baldy".

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